Truman seemed to be having a long dream
The beautiful dream scene like a fairy tale made him linger, unwilling to wake up.
Just at a certain moment, a feeling of tranquility and tranquility came, like the bright stars in the velvet night sky, eternal and peaceful.
Truman woke up, his eyes focused, and he looked at the place where the quiet power came from. It was a hundred-meter-high hill. On the top of the mountain, there was a temple building. The entire hill was called the Deep Dark Acropolis by the people of this city-state. .
Countless night herbs and deep sleep flowers were planted around the Deep Dark Acropolis, surrounding the tall statue at the top.
Truman went on the road with those believers. It was late at night, and it was the time for the Deep Dark believers to pray.
"Huh!" Truman took a deep breath among those night herbs and deep sleep flowers. The fresh and elegant floral fragrance refreshed him, "Sleepless power!"
This is why he came here to pray to the goddess!
"Bad luck!" Many believers prayed to the being who protected this city-state in this peaceful atmosphere, and Truman was no exception.
He found an inconspicuous corner, away from other people, and took out a book of dreams.
This is a mysterious book that contains all dreams and visions. It is colorful and indescribably beautiful.
The book of dreams means dreams come true.
This is the name Truman gave to this dream book, which is very appropriate.
Its existence allowed Truman to achieve the result of psychological and even destiny invisibility.
This is something that is associated with Truman, possessing dream-like abilities. At this moment, Truman prayed in giant language.
"Higher than the stars,
The goddess of night, older than eternity,
mother of secrets,
Queen of distress and fear,
Lord of sleep and silence. "
In this era, these three-part honorary names will more often point to the Destruction Wolf who actually holds the power of the night.
Just under the phosphorescent light of the Book of Dreams, everything was distorted and led to the statue in front of him.
Truman stopped praying, and after waiting for a moment, boundless darkness descended, and he followed this power and closed his eyes.
In the eyes of Deep Dark believers, the statue of the goddess seems to have changed, becoming softer and more real.
Truman disappeared, like a faded simple drawing that was gently erased by an eraser. When he reappeared, there was already a majestic and rough temple in front of him.
A figure descended from the depths of darkness, like the stars or the red moon from the starry sky.
He was wearing a soft dark-colored robe, dotted with countless dazzling lights, as if he had cut out a section of the starry sky and cut it out.
His face is hazy but extremely beautiful, and his eyes shine like stars in the night sky.
"You are finally here, Pure One." The goddess's voice was filled with a smile.
Truman sighed softly, "My condition is getting worse and worse now."
It has been more than a month since he traveled through the entire ancient god's war and the era when mythical creatures were everywhere, and he came to this dark city with the Book of Dreams.
All of this was so deceptive that at that time, I was particularly conspicuous in this ancient city-state, and the Deep Dark believer almost wanted to send him to the stake.
In this city-state controlled by the Goddess of Doom, his time traveling was locked.
"If it weren't for the Book of Dreams, I would have been eaten up by you!" Truman complained in his heart.
He didn't know how long it had been since the goddess had arrived, and even if she was a fallen angel or even a Sequence One Him, even if she had the entire City of Deep Darkness' believers, she would be crazy. It was really doubtful how much humanity was left.
For some purpose, the goddess even took the initiative to reveal the fact that she had "travelled" and got along with Truman as a fellow villager. Now she is about to get what she wants from Truman.
"And the title of the pure one is really..." Truman shook his head. The goddess smiled and said nothing, waiting quietly, just like the darkness and tranquility itself.
Perhaps because of the Book of Dreams, or perhaps because he truly traveled from outside the universe, his body and soul were unimaginably clean and pure.
Even the magic potion he concocted based on the formula in his memory could not leave any trace on his body. After drinking it, it would actively condense out!
This is such a trap!
The only consolation is probably that while his body and mind reject the magic potion, it also eliminates all the filth that is the crazy and indifferent nature of the world.
This is what the goddess needs.
"Have you found the reason for my sleepiness?" Truman asked about the business.
He spent more than a month in this dark city, and he actually spent two-thirds of the time in his sleep!
And this state of lethargy has become more and more terrifying, even to the point of being unable to wake up, which can be called eternal sleep!
"It can only be determined to be related to the Book of Dreams." The goddess's voice was soft and calm.
"The book of dreams!" Truman nodded lightly. He had not yet understood this thing, and the book of dreams was deeply bound to him. Others, including the goddess, could not even get close to pick it up, let alone read it. Researched.
"I promised you to sign a contract with you so that you can use the Book of Dreams to stabilize your mental state." Truman was silent for a while, looked at the goddess and said.
"Thank you!" The goddess thanked her very solemnly and said in Chinese pronunciation. As Truman expected, the goddess's mental state was not good either. The landing angel did not make her lose herself directly, but the madness and indifference were already deep in her bones.
"No thanks, I also need your sleepless power." Truman came here to complete this deal. He helped the goddess stabilize his mental state, and the goddess could relieve his drowsiness symptoms and prevent him from falling into eternal sleep. .
Sleepless One, this power that is not outstanding in the hands of the goddess has become Truman's life-saving straw today.
Truman took out the book of dreams and gently opened a page.
"This may have something to do with dragons?" the goddess suddenly said.
Today, He is not the Dark Night who laid out the plan for thousands of years, and his grasp of specific mysterious knowledge may not be as thorough as Truman's.
"Dragon of Fantasy?" With the double insurance of secrets and dream books, they naturally dared to mention this one.
"No." Truman shook his head slowly. The dream come true in the Book of Dreams is very similar to the fantasy power, but it is also different.
Truman tapped the page of the book, and in an instant, endless and bizarre light emerged, and there seemed to be bubbles shining with dreamy colors one after another.
The goddess's spirituality turned into a point of light and fell on the dream book.
At this moment, Truman seemed to see something through that layer of fog. The extremely indifferent face of the goddess seemed to flash through his mind. It was not like a human being, but only had the ultimate indifference and madness. It seemed that the next moment was about to... Truman's body was torn into pieces.
It is conceivable that no matter how plain and gentle the previous words were, they were all said in this crazy state.
This was also the first time Truman faced the crazy nature of this world. Suddenly, a wave of madness seemed to overwhelm him. Blood and black filled his vision, beating, as if pieces of flesh were squirming, with twisted shapes. Tentacles whipped the air.
It's just that dreamy phosphorescence flickering, as if all the strange, grotesque, and even absurd beauty is spreading.
The two forces are intertwined, but finally calm down.
The essence of madness has not changed, but it has calmed down in the dream and is no longer restless.
As shown in the goddess, her own madness and indifference were dissipating and shifting, and she finally showed a slight smile.
He showed a form, like a little bit of starlight falling from the dark robe. Between his ribs and waist, there were two thick wolf legs with long black hair sticking out. They were sacred and weird, quiet and thick. Crazy blended together perfectly.
This is the goddess of misfortune!
"I'm not crazy." The goddess smiled. The air seemed to be a little happier, and the stars were dancing, just like the quiet starry sky at night.
This time Truman was also able to perceive the existence of a kind of humanity.
"Your power is really amazing." The goddess said prudently. If possible, the goddess would actually trap Truman and let this power belong to herself.
It's a pity that the dream book is so weird that He, the strongest among the ancient gods, can't even get close!
Furthermore, Truman holding the Book of Dreams is enough to make the goddess cautious.
A badge appeared in the goddess's hand. The badge was dark black with bright embellishments. It was only half a crimson moon away from Truman's familiar appearance.
"This is the sleepless divinity. If you connect with me, you can also borrow my power." The goddess handed it to Truman.
Truman's eyes lit up and he picked up the badge. As soon as he picked it up, he felt a cold spiritual energy pouring into his body. Like a cold drink in the dog days of summer, Truman felt refreshed.
"The effect is very good." Truman was very satisfied, at least he wouldn't wake up.
"The transaction is completed." The goddess nodded gently, and she was in a good mood.
Truman was also in a good mood. He had a hard time telling others about his fear of sleeping, for fear that he would be completely immersed in the beauty of the dream as soon as he fell asleep. Now this trouble was solved.
"...Your previous honorary name?" the goddess suddenly asked.
If you take into account the title of the Queen and Goddess, this name points to Him!
Truman closed the dream book, thought for a moment, and finally bowed slightly, saluted and praised: "This is the honorary name I wrote for you." '
"Higher than the stars,
The goddess of night, older than eternity,
mother of secrets,
Queen of distress and fear,
Lord of sleep and silence. "
"I am your Pope, Saint Truman."
ha! Persecution of the goddess? It is truly an unimagined path!
When she looked at the "fellow fellow" in front of her who claimed to be the Pope, and even read out the honorable name that made her feel a little emotional, the goddess couldn't hold herself any longer.
The two have met many times, and this transaction has established a certain degree of trust and friendship. Now being teased like this by someone who can be called a friend is really... weird.
Today's goddess of the night is the most stable and rich human being.
But a goddess is a goddess after all, her expression did not change at all, she just nodded slightly, which hit Truman a soft nail.
Truman raised his eyebrows slightly. Now that the shackles of eternal sleep were gone, he naturally wanted to stay active.
He tapped the dream book in his hand, and it eventually transformed into a book of night apocalypse with a black background dotted with stars.
"...God said, let there be light..., and God walked on the water..."