Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Truman's eyes instantly saw a statue following some illusory connection.

A huge statue of a god that is ten meters high. The statue is made of white bones, but it does not look pale and lifeless, because the statue itself is an unparalleled work of art.

It can be vaguely seen that she is a stunning and beautiful girl, perfectly showing the beauty of women at every stage. Looking at her, she even feels like facing the "god of beauty". Of course, this is not the embodiment of beauty, but charm.

And if an extraordinary person with high enough inspiration comes here, what he can see is a real apocalyptic scene. Blizzards, floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, and many other natural disasters are all under his control.

There is also a sense of collapse that all things are extinct and the end is approaching.

"Doomsday" witch!

Truman's will condensed into a light and shadow, which was an incarnation of roughly the first level of the sequence, landing at the headquarters of the witch sect.

"As expected, you are here." The ten-meter-high statue came to life in an instant, and some kind of power came to turn the entire statue into an incarnation, shrinking it to a size similar to that of a normal person, and stood roughly in front of Truman. On the altar ten meters away.

The statue of the god has completely become a real person. He wears a simple black robe that outlines thrilling curves. His long black hair is simply tied up, lazy and gentle, and his eyes have a bright brilliance.

This is the special feature of the Witch Path. This path has the ability to stay young even in Sequence Three. It is extremely good at resurrection and rebirth, and can even use various avatars in Sequence Seven.

"...Chick? I didn't seem to know you before." Truman blinked, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

It should be...the eyes!

Truman's eyebrows beat, and he was keenly aware that Chike looked at him in a very strange way.

There is a certain desire and fanaticism deep inside, which is somewhat similar to the despair witch just now, but even more...

"Don't you remember me?" Chike's face changed slightly, from joy to sadness, and then he took a few steps closer and was about to cry.

"..." Truman subconsciously took two steps back.

I have to say that if we really judge by human vision, the Chic in front of us is outrageously beautiful, very different from Lilith, and exudes an unimaginable sense of charm.

At that moment, he had an uncontrollable urge to comfort the girl opposite him.

This is probably the pot of "real" authority, becoming too much like a person.

Truman's eyes opened and closed, taking on a bit of dreamy phosphorescence, and his incarnation had become his true body.

Real gods are incapable of emotions.

"That's right, of course you won't remember me." Chike seemed to be unable to sense the changes in Truman and kept talking to himself.

"You saved me back then..."

"I rescued you?" Truman frowned and instantly searched through his memory. There were tens of thousands of people he targeted, all of whom he personally saved and gave new hope to.

Some were saved during missionaries, some were saved during wars, and there were even many cases where a city was directly saved.

I am a very kind person... Truman complained silently to himself.

"When natural disasters were approaching, dreams fell from the sky." Chike fell into beautiful memories.

"Natural disaster, Goshinam?" Truman locked the memory of a certain period of time and then embodied it in front of him.

Reality and illusion are intertwined, and even the entire Witch Sect headquarters has been transformed into the seaside that day.

"Are you him?" Truman pointed at the boy crawling out of the stone.

"You really remember me!" Chike's eyes lit up.

No, I don't remember...the gap between the two is further than the "destined" civilization and the earth.

"When you became an Extraordinary, you chose the witch path?" Truman guessed the beginning of the incident almost instantly. The opportunity to become an Extraordinary seemed to be given to him by himself.

"Yes," Chike nodded slightly, feeling a little regretful, but quickly dispelled this emotion, "But it doesn't matter, it's not your fault. I killed the priest and avenged myself."

He seemed to have found an outlet and poured out many secrets.

Truman frowned slightly, and his tone was slightly cold, "This is the reason why you can never get the favor of Dream."

"It's even the reason why your witch sect can never be illuminated by dreamy phosphorescence."

Chike's face changed, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes. She was not a little girl, but an archangel at the first level of the sequence, the real "Doomsday Witch"!

He looked at Truman seriously again, and this time Truman finally sensed the hidden meaning in his eyes.

It was a look that Truman was very familiar with. He had seen it on several people who knew its dreamy nature, including those friends with whom he had had friendships for thousands of years.

Before sufficient contact is established, they will also show such eyes.

The most recent of these is "God."

It is a kind of "possession", or even more straightforwardly, "eating" and "appetite"!

"Ah!" Chike suddenly screamed, and the scream contained some extremely painful meaning.

There were layers of overlapping spaces in front of Truman, blocking those violent forces.

This really wasn’t Truman’s hand…

Before he even had time to knock this "Doomsday Witch", she exploded first, causing Truman's emotions to go out of gear.

The idol possessed by Chic suddenly exploded, and then was pulled back together by some invisible thread.

This is still the same Chick just now, but there are some differences.

His eyes were even more wanton, and when they fell on Truman, they were completely naked.

It's probably the look on someone who's been hungry for three days when he sees food.

But at the same time, a real struggle appeared on Chick's face, which made Truman's face look very strange.

"I really...don't want this, but at this point...I can no longer suppress my madness..."

Wow!

The hair behind the witch instantly spread out and became thick, like venomous snakes dancing wildly. Chike's eyes turned completely black, and there were mysterious patterns spreading on his face.

The struggling expression on his face became lighter and weaker, gradually being submerged by madness.

"You are mine! Dreams can only be the light of the end!"

Chike's voice turned into a sound wave that overthrew the entire witch sect. Some witches staying near the sect almost lost control instantly and turned into groups of snake-like creatures with eyeballs.

But in the next moment, these creatures turned into witches one after another, and their appearances were all above par.

These witches are heading towards Truman to touch the dream that longs for endless time.

"Another one is crazy." Truman looked at all this indifferently, his eyes falling on Qi Ke.

His madness is from his perspective. For him, anyone who cannot suppress his desire for "dream" is a madman.