Boom!
The earth trembled violently as the dragon crashed down, its dark golden blood splattering. Two drops landed on Truman's hand.
"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Truman. He had just teleported onto the dragon's head and slain it with a single slash.
The wounds inflicted on the dragon in the dream were real, all caused by Medici in reality.
Buzz! A shadowy veil surged around Medici, resembling ocean waves, distorting fate and concealing everything.
This power reminded Truman of the Paper Angel from the Source Fortress, a protection granted by the Sun God.
With that, the psychic dragon was dead—completely and utterly.
The aura of the Chaos Sea was the ultimate contamination for an Imaginary Dragon. No matter how many resurrection tricks it had, it was powerless against such corruption.
A Sequence 2 "Weather Warlock" from the Hunter Path, enhanced by a transcendent Dream Angel, along with the presence of the Chaos Sea—this psychic dragon stood no chance.
Such was the current era. The Old Gods ravaged the land, sky, sea, and even the spirit world. Not even angels were safe. Death could come at any moment.
"Pleasure working with you." Truman chuckled, smearing the two drops of dragon blood onto his Sage's Robe. Information surged through him as he analyzed its supernatural properties.
"You did a decent job assisting. Here's a share of the spoils." A member of Medici's legion stepped forward, wielding an artifact that accelerated the extraction of extraordinary traits.
Soon, Medici tossed a trait toward Truman—a Sequence 3 "Insight Seeker" from the Reader Path.
"There's also a Sequence 2 trait that needs to go back to Sasrier." Medici, though clearly displeased, still offered an explanation.
"Got it." Truman nodded in satisfaction. Medici's sheer combat prowess made him a valuable ally, and their brief cooperation had already yielded significant gains.
This Sequence 3 trait was secondary. The real prize was the dragon's abilities, which Truman had fully deciphered, even recording the most crucial ones.
"This dream power…"
Among them, the dream-related ability felt particularly familiar to him. On his first attempt, he had already recreated it, even deceiving the psychic dragon with it.
"It pairs well with the Dream Book, even stronger than the original. And the Night Path also holds dominion over dreams…"
He flipped open the Dream Book, the divine emblem on his body glowing softly. A new ability, "Illusory Dream", was etched into its pages.
"Who dares trespass in the Golden Kingdom?!"
Truman was still studying his new ability when a thunderous roar shook the skies.
A giant appeared in the distance, clad in silver full-body armor radiating a divine glow. Within his eyes, dawn light condensed into a blinding brilliance.
"It's the Dawn God, Badhair!"
Medici and his legion immediately prepared for battle. "If we can kill him, the Giant King will surely lose his sanity!"
Medici's eyes burned with fanaticism, his battle spirit raging like wildfire.
"Forget it. This is the Giant King's son, not some crazed dragon. The Giant King's gaze could descend at any moment," Truman said, dousing Medici's excitement like cold rain.
This was the Golden Kingdom, ruled by the Giant King's court. If they killed Badhair here, Olmir, the Giant King, would arrive in an instant. Not even the Chaos Sea's protection could save Medici then.
The result? An early outbreak of war between the Ancient Sun God and the Giant King.
"Then we spare him!" Medici, proud as ever, lifted his chin, prepared to withdraw without directly clashing with the Dawn God.
"You're not leaving? You want to die?" Medici shot Truman a look, his tone arrogant despite his concern for his temporary ally.
"I came here for him. Why would I leave?" Truman ignored Medici's tone and focused on the approaching Dusk Giant.
Badhair's warrior instincts had already detected the hidden presence of two angels. He was watching them warily.
Medici raised his hand, manipulating the surrounding weather. A thick mist arose, suppressing enemy perception.
"A Sequence 2 Glorifier from the Warrior Path, the strongest in direct combat?"
Truman narrowed his eyes, recalling everything about the Warrior Path. It was widely accepted that Glorifiers were the most formidable in frontal battles.
"Him? The strongest? Has he asked me first?" Medici snorted. A War Angel blessed by a legion was the true strongest!
"Then go fight him." Truman glanced at Medici, goading him.
"Do I look stupid to you?" Medici shot him a look usually reserved for Leodero, making Truman briefly consider slapping him.
The provocation was too much.
Cough! Truman refocused on Badhair.
At that moment, the giant within the mist abruptly locked onto their location!
"Warrior's intuition…"
This battle instinct was terrifying—beyond reason or logic.
In the instant Badhair discovered them, a massive greatsword formed from orange-red dusk light pierced the void. At the same time, the giant leaped directly in front of Truman and Medici!
Clang!
A War Angel surged forward, wielding a greatsword of his own. His body expanded to over three meters, his skin transforming into steel, turning him into a Steel Giant.
The two titans clashed, their swords colliding in a dazzling explosion of flame and twilight radiance.
"You two look ridiculous!" Truman couldn't help but comment at the sight of two armored giants locked in a traditional sword duel.
In this twisted, chaotic world, a conventional melee battle felt bizarrely out of place.
Truman flipped open the Dream Book. The "Illusory Dream" symbol glowed, releasing an invisible force.
The Ancient One's Gloves shimmered faintly, and the Sage's Robe flickered with phosphorescent light. At that moment, Truman became the psychic dragon, unleashing a Psychic Breath!
An angel-tier attack!
Simultaneously, he hurled a barrage of "Frenzy," "Mind Stripping," and "Mental Storm"—abilities stolen from the psychic dragon—at Badhair.
Thanks to the angel's blood, Truman had deciphered multiple extraordinary abilities, utilizing the Sage's informational power to wield them. His Traveler's Traits further allowed him to recreate them.
"Ugh… Argh…!"
For a brief moment, the one-eyed giant froze, his mind rattled by the psychic onslaught.
"Get lost!"
Badhair roared, unleashing a surge of orange-red twilight light. Everything it touched withered and decayed. Even Medici hesitated, unwilling to take the attack head-on.
"Die!"
This time, Badhair leaped directly at Truman. His sheer size exuded an overwhelming presence, his monstrous greatsword descending in a lethal strike.
It seemed as if, in the next second, Truman's body would be cleaved in half.
Medici moved to assist, but Truman refused his help.
This time, he would personally teach Badhair the meaning of weakness!