Bang
The earth was shaking crazily, the dragon fell down, dark golden blood splashed, two drops of which fell into Truman's hands.
"Hmph!" Medici glanced at Truman. He had just teleported to the dragon's head and slashed it with his sword, directly "slaughtering" the dragon.
The injuries suffered by the dragon in the dream were all real, and they were the injuries caused by Medici in reality.
Buzz! Suddenly, a curtain of shadow surged around Medici's body, as if sea water was gushing out from it, disrupting all fate and covering everything up.
This thing is probably similar to the paper angel from Source Castle in Truman's impression, and it comes from the protection of the Sun God.
In this way, this spiritual dragon will never die again.
The breath of the Chaos Sea is the ultimate pollution to the Dragon of Fantasy. No matter how many times such a spiritual dragon is resurrected, it will be impossible for him to resist it.
With the Hunter Path Sequence 2 "Weather Warlock" blessed by the legion, plus a super-sized dream angel, and even the breath of the Sea of Chaos, the death of the spiritual dragon was not unjust.
This is today's era. The ancient gods are wreaking havoc on the land, sky, ocean and even the spiritual world. The lives of angels cannot be guaranteed and they will die if they want to.
"Happy cooperation." Truman chuckled and smeared the two drops of blood on the sage's robe. The flow of information surged wildly, analyzing all the extraordinary abilities within it.
"Seeing that your assists are pretty good, let me share the spoils with you!" At this time, someone in the legion had already stepped forward with magical items to accelerate the extraction of extraordinary characteristics.
Medici soon threw in a trait, which was Sequence Three of the Reader Path, "Insighter".
"There is also a Sequence 2 characteristic that needs to be taken back to Saslier." Although Medici was unhappy, he still explained.
"Got it!" Truman nodded with satisfaction. Medici's lethality was powerful enough, and working with him for a while would be a reward.
The characteristics of Sequence Three are secondary. The most important thing is that the dragon's abilities have probably been analyzed by himself, and several important abilities have been recorded.
"The power of this dream..." Truman is the most proficient in this dream ability. He succeeded in reproducing it just once, and even directly concealed this spiritual dragon when using it.
"It goes well with the Book of Dreams, even more powerful than the original version, and the Night Path also has the power of dreams..."
He opened the Book of Dreams, and the divine badge on his body was also flashing with starlight, and an ability called "Dream" was burned into the Book of Dreams.
"Who is coming to invade my golden kingdom!" Truman was still studying the ability to dream, when suddenly a roar resounded through the sky, deafening.
A giant appeared within sight, wearing silver full-body armor, emitting obvious light, and a ball of morning light condensed in the position of his eyes.
"It's Badheir, the God of Dawn!" Medici and his legions immediately prepared for battle. "If we can kill him, the Giant King will definitely lose his mind!"
Medici's eyes were full of fanaticism, and his fighting spirit was burning like fire.
"Don't think about it, this is the son of the Giant King, not the crazy giant dragon just now. The Giant King's eyes will come at any time!" Truman's words extinguished Medici's fighting spirit like cold rain.
This is the golden country under the rule of the Giant King's Court. If Badheir is killed here, the Giant King Ormir will definitely arrive, and even the blessing of the Sea of Chaos will not be able to save Medici.
The most likely thing that will happen is to provoke a divine war between the ancient Sun God and the Giant King in advance.
"Then spare his life!" Medici's arrogant head never lowered, and he was about to lead his legion to retreat without a head-on conflict with the God of Dawn.
"You won't leave? Do you want to die?" Medici glanced at Truman, obviously wanting to help this temporary comrade, but he looked like he didn't deserve a beating.
"I'm here just for Him, why are we walking?" Truman glanced at Medici and looked at the Twilight Giant who was still far away.
His warriors intuitively sensed the hiding of the two angels and observed them carefully.
Medici raised his hand to control the weather around him. Suddenly, thick fog appeared all around, which had the effect of suppressing the enemy's perception.
"Warrior Path Sequence Two Glory, who has the strongest frontal combat effectiveness alone?" Truman narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about everything about the Warrior Path, and the conclusion that he is best at frontal combat has been tested by countless battles in later generations.
"Just him? The strongest? Have you asked me?" Medici snorted. The war angel with the legion is the strongest!
"Then go fight him." Truman glanced at Medici and encouraged.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Medici looked at Truman with a look that looked at Leodro. At a certain moment, Truman really wanted to slap him in the face.
This ridicule is simply full of laughter.
"Ahem!" Truman returned his attention to Badheir, and at this moment the giant in the fog suddenly looked at where Truman and Medici were!
"A warrior's intuition..." This kind of fighting instinct is very terrifying and makes no sense at all.
At the moment when the giant discovered them, a sword made of orange-red dusk light penetrated the void, and the giant jumped directly in front of Truman and Medici!
clang!
War Angel rushed out, also holding a big sword, and even his body became three or four meters tall, his skin became steel, and he became a steel giant.
The swords in the hands of the two giants suddenly collided together, flames of various colors were rising, and the orange-red dusk light was also spreading.
"Your style of painting is wrong!" Truman couldn't help complaining as he looked at the scene in front of him of two giants fighting each other with swords.
In this weird and crazy world, traditional weapon fighting is still going on, which is really against the rules.
Truman opened one of the pages of the Book of Dreams, and the "Dream" symbol on it shone, and an invisible force filled the air.
The gloves of the ancient man shimmered slightly, and the sage's robe on his body also flashed with phosphorescence. At this moment, Truman seemed to have transformed into a spiritual dragon, roaring out a spiritual breath!
This is an angel-level attack!
At the same time, Truman also threw countless "Frenzy", "Mind Deprivation" and "Psychic Storm" at Badhel, all of which came from the psychic dragon just now.
The blood of angels allows him to interpret many extraordinary abilities, which can be controlled through the sage's information-based ability, and the characteristics of the planeswalker also contain "reappearance".
"Uh...ah..." At this moment, the Cyclops' body became stagnant to a certain extent, and his spirit was greatly affected.
"Go away!" Badheir roared angrily, and an orange-red dusk light suddenly erupted from his body. Everything the dusk light touched was decaying and aging. Even Medici had a solemn face and did not dare to face him. Resist hard.
"Go to hell!" This time Badheir jumped directly in front of Truman. His terrifying height brought extremely strong pressure, and the terrifying sword slashed down.
It seemed that the body of this weird angel would be cut off in the next moment.
Medici wanted to come for help, but was rejected by Truman. This time he wanted to really make Badheir realize his weakness!