After seeing a war in the prophecy and analyzing it, Truman was no longer prepared to stay in the Court of Giants any longer.
"Hermes, let's go." Truman directly greeted Hermes and walked out of the tall giant palace, "Our people need us."
Hermes nodded silently and followed Truman out of the palace.
"Where are you going?" When they were about to walk out of the Giant King's Court, Badheir's voice came from behind.
"Cooperation is feasible. I believe we can maintain a certain tacit understanding." Truman looked at Badheir with a hint.
"But now, many people or gods don't want us to cooperate to threaten them, so they have responded."
"Let's solve the immediate trouble first."
"..." Badheir watched in silence as Truman walked out of the Giant King's Court and "roamed" away.
Omi Bella was not here, and the Giant King also rushed to the other direction of the Giant King's Court.
There was an illusory door to the underworld that opened out of thin air, with pale flames swirling around, endless undead souls surging inside, and a huge city vaguely visible.
And in the deepest darkness and death in the center of the city, there is a pair of bronze eyes hiding layers of illusory doors.
Greycarrie, the ancestor of the phoenix!
However, he also didn't believe in elves, so he just watched without taking action. He held some authority over the "door" pathways. In terms of mobility, even several ancient gods could not do anything to him.
So just by looking at him, he had already formed a huge deterrent to the giant family.
Olmir and Omi Bella were both involved here by Gray Carrie.
And outside a certain seaside city-state, Truman and Hermes walked out of nothingness.
This is also a city-state ruled by the belief of the Creator, located at the junction of the forces of the Sun God and the forces of the elves.
"There seems to be maritime trade with the elves here?" Truman saw many merchant ships on the sea, with corals and gems from the elves on them.
"What a pity." The bottom layer of this world is madness and chaos, and the struggle between sequences has been determined from the beginning.
Sooner or later, the ancient sun god will take action against the Elf King, and it will be a war between the two races.
"Do you need me to gather the Beyonders from various city-states?" Hermes asked.
"No need, that's a war between angels." Truman refused.
"...But we have to do something." Hermes was silent for a while and said firmly.
"Go and organize the people to hide in the Ceremony Square in the center of the city!" Truman twitched his lips, feeling a little helpless. Hermes' character was actually very good, but he was too old-fashioned and serious in this aspect.
"Yes!" Hermes walked into the city, invisible power broke out, and a voice appeared in everyone's heart.
"Leave here, there will be natural disasters here." Hermes "convinced" everyone easily.
Truman came to a big rock outside the city and sat down, preparing to face the predicted terrifying tsunami.
That was a real natural disaster. He would definitely be able to protect himself and block his opponents, but there was no guarantee that he could stop every wave, as many people might die.
"Why are you here?" Truman suddenly saw a small head sticking out from under a stone.
"..." The head retracted directly.
"I saw you." Truman glanced at the sea water that had not yet begun to fluctuate, smiled and looked at the small figure hidden behind the stone.
"Come out, it's very dangerous here, hurry into the city." Truman even used comfort to let the figure walk out from behind the stone.
A thin and even skinny figure walked out from behind the stone, with tattered linen wrapped around his body. His hair was wet with moisture and stuck to his face.
He is not young, but he lacks nutrition and is too thin.
"伱..." Truman frowned slightly. He pointed out, and the dreamy phosphorescence descended, immediately replacing the boy's tattered clothes into a dark robe.
The almost creaturely approach frightened the boy, causing him to freeze and look at Truman blankly.
"Here, let's eat it for you." Truman showed a piece of cake and handed it over.
He has spread many things beyond this era in the dreamland, including many food cooking methods.
Of course, this food can be considered "noble" food, and the boy probably has never been exposed to it.
The boy came back to his senses under the temptation of food, staring closely at Truman's cake, but he did not dare to get close.
"Take it." Truman's attitude became more gentle.
"..." In the end, it was the boy who Truman gave the cake to.
In the end, the temptation of food defeated his vigilance. The boy took a bite of the cake, as if his soul had been sublimated. He didn't even dare to take a second bite, regretting that he had ruined this perfect creation.
"Where are your parents? Where is your home?" Truman watched the boy's vigilance being shattered by the cake and asked. He needed to send the boy away.
"Drown at sea." The boy looked up at Truman and took a second bite carefully.
"..." Truman was silent and stopped asking. Instead, he performed a divination on the boy with a flick of his finger, and soon he got the answer.
"My parents drowned, and my sister risked her life fishing and fell to death..."
"My home was robbed, and I was kicked out as a disaster star. I was not allowed to enter the city..."
It's not easy to always have people alive, especially in this era ruled by ancient gods.
The dream realm is unique in the Creator's Heaven.
Truman sighed softly and was about to send the boy away, but suddenly he looked at the churning sea water at the boy's feet.
It seems to be higher than before, from being submerged above the feet to now being submerged above the ankles.
The rise and fall of the sea water here reflects the great movement at the far end of the sea.
His expression became serious, and he put a hand on the boy's shoulder, teleporting him directly to Hermes.
And he himself was facing the vast and vast sea.
"Coming." Not long after, all the sea water rolled back and was pulled farther away by some force.
The sea was already covered with dark clouds, thick electric snakes were rolling among them, and strong winds lifted Truman's robe.
Storms, tsunamis and even earthquakes are about to come. This is a "natural disaster".
The twelve wings of a dreamy angel suddenly appeared behind Truman. At this moment, the angel's wings swelled in the wind, expanded to a certain extent, and slowly protected the entire city-state behind him under their wings.
The dreamy phosphorescence enveloped the entire city, shocking many ordinary people who had only been able to see or hear the existence of miracles in holy scriptures and from the mouths of missionaries throughout their lives.
"The Creator is above!" Many believers knelt down directly on the ground, praying to the Creator and to the dreamy angels.
The devout prayers echoed in the ceremony square and gradually became a wave.
In the face of miracles and disasters, people will always become extremely religious.