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Truman was sitting on a chair in a rare moment, watching the battle that took place in the King's Court of Giants through the dreamy phosphorescence.
But at this moment, he seemed to be summoned, and with a chuckle, his consciousness sank into the Book of Dreams.
"I remember we haven't held a Dream Parliament for a while." Truman looked at the other three and laughed out loud.
The first 1,300 years of the Fifth Age were too peaceful, with nothing major happening, so the Dream Parliament almost became a club for the elderly. Now, finally, something significant enough has happened.
"Then what's going on with the 'Fallen Creator'?" Amanissis knocked on the table lightly and said in a serious tone.
"You don't seem to have shared relevant information with us." Lilith crossed her arms and looked at Truman and Saslier.
"We didn't really know what was going on inside before." Saslier explained.
"So what is inside?" Amanissis nodded slowly, agreeing with this explanation, "He is not a 'fallen creator', or... more than that!"
"He shouldn't have been born." Lilith said thoughtfully.
The assassination in the Third Age was planned by a few of them, and the Creator of the Third Age also knew about it. Even in the end, he took the initiative to die when he couldn't do anything, which fulfilled Saslier and Truman.
Therefore, it stands to reason that there should be no thoughts of hatred and resentment.
"He is 'God'." Truman directly revealed the answer.
"Dream Heaven" fell into a deathly silence.
"...How does He exist?" They have been comrades for thousands of years, so naturally they don't doubt it, they just don't understand.
Before angels or even true gods, the spiritual suture state was not that serious. Even if it was out of control, it would only become a monster, and there would be no truly great awakening.
But now "Fallen Creator" seems to be breaking that convention.
Not to mention angels, the current "Fallen Creator" is essentially an evil spirit. He has no characteristics at all in his body and only has the "Profane Slate" to support his personality.
"The first 'Desecrated Slate' is that person's body. It is normal for some changes to occur."
"Actually, it's my fault, I'm too strong." Truman explained seriously.
Sasril hesitated to speak, and the two goddesses had expressionless faces.
"It's really me!" Truman had no choice but to explain, "When I killed 'God', He seemed to have predicted something, and used the 'Profane Slate' to make unknown arrangements at the last moment."
"Then I went a step further at the end of the fourth era. The even more exciting 'Mystery' and 'God' couldn't rest anymore and began to use various means to cause trouble."
"Chike, 'Origin Castle', 'Desecrated Slate', and 'Fallen Creator' are all part of it."
"Before, they had been lying down because they were sure that they would be the final winner, so there was no rush. But now I am only a few small steps away from the true supreme, so they must be in a hurry."
The other three listened quietly, as if this was the only explanation.
"Then what are you going to do with the 'Fallen Creator'?" Lilith asked.
Although such a being is still very weak, its essence is enough to shock any true god and would destroy it at all costs.
"I will take care of it." Truman said seriously.
He waved his hand, and the battle that took place in the Giant King's Court appeared on the table.
During the battle, Klein had already summoned combat power at the level of the King of Angels.
"His current combat power should be less than that of Sequence One. He only needs to fight against the various characteristics from the Sea of Chaos..."
Klein kept calling on the power of "Origin Castle" to resist the chaotic and illusory sea water, and the gray mist had already enveloped the entire palace.
"steal"! Klein kept using "Steal", trying to steal the "Desecrated Slate" from the hands of the "Fallen Creator".
It's just that the real Amon is not here after all. Klein's attempts failed several times, and he was even misled several times and stole the "Fallen" over, almost destroying his body.
"We must fight quickly, otherwise the 'blasphemous slate' will come up with something terrible."
Klein took a deep breath and shook the "Last Supper" in his hand. This time, he no longer summoned the power of the King of Angels, but the true God!
Of course, he is not willing to die to let the power of the true God come. What he needs is the blessing of the true God.
The "Secret" that the "Secret Angel" had used several times in front of him appeared in Klein's mind and materialized it.
At the same time, Klein touched the image of the "Goddess of Night" on the scroll!
Buzz... The bright starry sky on the scroll seemed to light up.
Invisible blessings fell on Klein, and the "Goddess of the Night" indeed responded to Klein and sent her blessings!
"Secret!" An invisible sphere appeared in Clay's hand. With the blessing of the goddess, this time's "Secret" was more powerful than any "Secret" angel had ever used!
The "Fallen Creator" who raised his hands to block the projection of the two angel kings suddenly raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky in the scroll.
"Amanisis!"
laugh!
The shadow where the "Fallen Creator" is located seems to have turned into a stick figure and is being erased by an eraser.
This process seemed a bit difficult, and Klein felt like his spirituality was flowing away like a flood.
"Now!" Klein did not dare to delay at all. Now was the only chance to get close to the "Desecrated Slate". As long as he got the "Desecrated Slate" in his hands, this battle would be over.
But the moment Klein got close to the "blasphemous slate", his mind exploded and his whole body collapsed!
"What!" Klein on "Origin Castle" exploded and shattered into phosphorus worms.
"tamper"!
The cloak suddenly raised up, mobilizing the power of "Origin Castle" to block some extremely high-level power, and tampered with the power onto the paper man, giving Klein a chance to breathe.
"Restart"!
The palace and Klein on the gray fog returned to their previous state, with frightened expressions on their faces.
"What is that!?" Klein quickly looked at the secret world he had built.
The "Fallen Creator" who was trapped in the hidden world suddenly raised his head, as if he was looking at Klein.
Klein's pupils shrank suddenly, chills surged up, and his body became stiff.
In fact, he was not attacked, but saw something he shouldn't have seen, just like he had seen the King of Angels and even the True God through divination many times before.
But now he is already a dream angel!
"That's...the Creator of the Third Age!" A piercing light and shadow appeared in Klein's eyes. He stepped on the chaotic black water and couldn't see his specific face. Storms, suns, hearts, shadows, and knowledge were all surrounding him. Be at His side.
Klein has only seen a similar image like this in "The Last Supper", where he was the "Creator of the Third Age" who was killed by the dream angel!