Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The power of sleep and fear surged forward, turning into pure darkness, and everything was destroyed and disappeared silently.

This is the power of the night.

The nightmare dragon suddenly woke up, but his mental state slipped into the abyss for the third time. The goddess of misfortune seized the opportunity, and no matter how powerful "comfort" and "mental treatment" were, it could not save him!

laugh!

The power of the night completely penetrated into the body of the nightmare dragon.

A smile appeared on the misty face of the Goddess of Misfortune, she nodded slightly and snapped her slender fingers.

clatter!

The huge body of the Nightmare Dragon was turned into a stick figure, which could be easily erased with an eraser.

This time he had no power to resist and was sent to the hidden world, which was the private realm of the night.

The figure of the goddess of misfortune disappeared for a short period of time, entering the hidden world for final processing.

All darkness disappears when the Hidden Angel appears.

A chaotic and indescribable aura appeared, cutting off something conceptual.

The Hidden Angel looked into the distance, beyond the Hidden Blockade.

Sasriel, holding the blasphemous tablet, stood on a bushy hill and nodded slightly towards the Hidden Angel.

The Hidden Angel nodded in response, turned his head and walked away, drifting further and further away until his figure completely disappeared at the end of the horizon.

His mission is accomplished.

Sasril withdrew his gaze and looked at the giant dragon at his feet.

This is not a spiritual dragon, but a dragon of wisdom.

There are no scales on his body that are between reality and reality like the psychic dragon, and there are no mysterious lines that make people crazy.

Instead, there are many brass-colored patterns, some like eyes and some like books, shining with the light of wisdom.

He is also very special among the dragon clan.

He discovered the hidden anomaly very keenly and sensed that something was happening, so he looked for it and happened to bump into Sasril who was here to prevent accidents.

The Secret Angel's ability to easily locate the Nightmare Dragon in the collective subconscious ocean naturally comes from his assistance.

"'Dragon of Wisdom' Herabergen, where is your wisdom?"

Sasril tapped the blasphemous slate with his finger, then looked at the wise dragon and smiled gently.

…

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the fantasy dragon hiding in the sea of ​​human collective subconscious in the city-state behind Truman let out a terrifying dragon roar.

All people or angels who heard this dragon roar fell into a state of trance, as if they had forgotten themselves.

Even Truman himself was insane and distracted, and could hardly gather any attention!

Buzz... A kind of divine protection slowly floated away, gently stroking away the tragic consequences of the dragon's roar of fantasy.

"You stupid dragon wants to attack me?!" A blazing lightning turned into a spear and was thrown by the Elf King.

The sun's rays also bloom here, and the sea of ​​sun's rays covers the sea of ​​collective subconscious.

The Dragon of Utopia had just watched the divine battle from a distance, but that dragon roar had already announced its participation in the war in the eyes of the two fighting gods!

The attacks of the Elf King and the Ancient Sun God instantly fell on the Fantasy Dragon.

"Roar!" The Fantasy Dragon had no intention of fighting with the two men and returned to the City of Miracles as quickly as possible.

The escape of the Dragon of Utopia also made the battle between the ancient Sun God and the Elf King unsustainable, and it just ended.

Knowing that the dragon of fantasy was watching, the two sides made a tacit agreement not to escalate the conflict to the highest level, and each side took a step back.

And the fantasy dragon that returned to the City of Miracles exudes an aura of violence and madness. If you hadn't seen the dragon's body, you would have felt like the arrival of an elf tyrant.

"Where is Alsuhod?!" The indifferent voice of the Dragon of Utopia sounded in the hearts of the dragons in the Miracle City.

Many dragons are crazy and out of control. They are some dragons with mixed characteristics in their bodies. They were able to move freely before because the dragon of fantasy calmed their madness.

But now the tyrannical side of the Utopian Dragon is showing, and it even wants to imitate the Demon Wolf of Destruction and kill these descendants!

"Herabogen!" The fantasy dragon's eyes fell on the god beside him.

The Dragon of Wisdom was oppressed and fell directly from the stone pillar. His own mental state fell into madness and was infinitely close to losing control.

After a long time, the Dragon of Wisdom finally recovered and looked up at the still furious Dragon of Utopia.

"Alsuho has to go out to the Nightmare City..."

"After that, everything was kept secret, and the Nightmare City completely disappeared." The body of the Dragon of Wisdom trembled unconsciously.

"..." The dragon of fantasy closed its eyes, and the aura in its body was violent and crazy. The storm of its mind was directly projected into reality, making all the dragons miserable, but they couldn't even let out a roar of pain.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe half a day, but the storm of the mental projection of the Dragon of Utopia began to subside. The situation of the dragons was much better. At least they didn’t need to worry about completely losing control.

"Okay!" The fantasy dragon seemed to have figured everything out, his eyes were cold and unspeakable, flashing with a fierce light.

"Eri Hog, Sheen Hog..." The Dragon of Fantasy opened his mouth, naming these dragons who entered the temple in sequence two of the dragon path.

These giant dragons did not dare to disobey, but the "Dragon of Wisdom" Herabergen did not need his involvement because of his different approach.

However, Herabogen and the other dragons who were not named did not dare to move and could only wait.

When the red moon was high, those giant dragons finally walked out of the temple. There was nothing strange about them, they were still the same giant dragons.

But Herabogen, who was lying on the ground, was trembling. It took a long time before he got up from the ground and returned to his palace.

"Neither the elves nor the sun suffered much loss." Standing on the coastline, Truman twitched the corner of his mouth as he watched the Queen of Disaster disappear completely. "On the contrary, the Dragon of Fantasy who was watching the show suffered the most."

The thunder and lightning and sunlight in the sky have also completely dissipated.

"Oh, and giants."

"The giant who took the initiative to start a war between gods became the audience, staring at the phoenix with big eyes."

"There is also the Demon King, who is still wandering near the abyss and dare not come out."

Probably the death of the ancient gods such as the Demonic Wolf of Destruction shocked the demon king. He is still continuing his plan to pull the world into the abyss, but he has become too cautious.

"Dreams are still dreams, but they don't seem to be normal..."

He turned to the fourth page of the Dream Book with a complicated expression, which was the third branch of authority that he had not yet completely summarized.

When the Elf King's eyes fell on him, the Book of Dreams exploded for a moment, which he had never seen before.

And that moment seemed to allow him to see something deeper.

He...or Him, or even It, may not be human.

"Am I considered an essence?" This is a very serious question, related to Truman's self-positioning.