"Just a Sequence 2." With the Book of Dreams, Truman feared no one below a god!
He hadn't yet amassed allies across the world, but his current companions were enough to crush any foe beneath an ancient god!
"Leodero!" Truman's hand, clad in the Glove of the Ancient, reached into the mists of history.
The Glove of the Ancient, fused from Mystery Pryer and Door characteristics, excelled at summoning historical projections, a signature of the Ancient Scholar.
Truman had only met Leodero once, hardly close, but both now served as angels under the Ancient Sun God!
Their mystical connection was profound enough!
With a single attempt, an angelic figure emerged from the historical mist.
This projection lacked the goddess's secrecy authority and sentience but was still a Angel of Storm!
"Leodero?!" Medici was stunned, then watched as another familiar figure was summoned.
"Aucuses?!" The Pure White Angel stepped from the mist, radiating the Sun's blazing glory.
Under that solar radiance, terrifying white lightning serpents surged, striking the sword-wielding giant.
The scene erupted into chaos, leaving Medici dumbfounded, almost believing his comrades had truly appeared.
"Why are these projections so powerful?" They were nearly as strong as the originals!
For Truman, the spirituality for summoning projections was drawn from the Book of Dreams, placing no burden on himself, allowing reckless expenditure.
"Spatial Barrier!" As a Traveler, Truman's spatial manipulation was formidable, befitting one who could traverse the starry sky and witness cosmic civilizations.
He reached into the air, grasping something tangible, and crushed it!
Instantly, dozens of transparent vortex-like gates appeared, encircling the battlefield, then collapsing inward!
"Get lost!" Badheil, unfazed by the two projections, swung his twilight greatsword, its orange-red glow radiating the power of dusk and decline.
He plunged his sword into the ground, faint pure light surging from the surrounding void, imbued with sanctity and honor, forming a watery cage that separated inside from out.
The spatial collapse and relentless bombardment from two angels finally forced the Sequence 2 angel, renowned for direct combat, into a defensive stance.
"Buzz!" Before the light-formed cage fully sealed, Truman flickered, opening a gate to teleport inside.
With a casual wave, he dismissed the outer projections, summoning new ones of Medici and Ouroboros.
Angel of War and Angel of Fate!
Medici, watching from outside, felt a spiritual jolt. Though he couldn't see the cage's interior, he knew what was happening and nearly cursed.
Who said he didn't need help?
"Hmph!" Medici snorted, not resisting. "This feels like the Seer pathway's Miracle Invoker? I'll beat every one I see!"
Inside the cage, Medici's projection unleashed "Reaping," pinpointing Badheil's fatal weakness under Ouroboros's luck enhancement!
"Roar!" Badheil's single eye widened, shocked that an enemy dared teleport into his cage.
Truman looked at Badheil, fingers subtly twitching, manipulating imperceptible threads.
Puppetization!
Badheil's eye bulged, his body freezing, as a fatal strike loomed!
Sensing the crisis, Badheil deployed his lifesaving measures.
Tap!
A seed fell from his armor, hitting the ground and sprouting into a towering tree!
The tree shrouded the giant, a gift from Goddess of Harvest Omebella, forming a sturdy barrier.
The fatal strike hit the barrier, not Badheil, interrupting the puppetization.
"This is my domain!" Badheil, startled but composed, swung his twilight greatsword, countless lights emerging and erupting.
Storm of Light!
The blade became a tempest, orange-red twilight spreading through the cage, its terrifying force amplified in the confined space.
Where the storm passed, everything withered—soil turned to sand, all in decay.
Medici and Ouroboros's combined strike was shattered by the sword-storm, Badheil ferociously charging the two angels.
Pop!
Truman ceased maintaining the projections. The Robe of the Sage's hem fluttered, transforming him into an information flow, untouchable by the endless sword-storm.
"Dragon Form!" The information flow representing Truman swelled, becoming the psychic dragon!
It was the same dragon he and Medici had slain, its blood analyzed after falling into Truman's hands, now recreated by information.
Roar!
Truman's dragon clashed with the giant in close combat, a claw deflecting the giant's greatsword.
"How does he have so many abilities?!" Badheil was overwhelmed. His battles were always earth-shattering sword clashes, but this opponent was maddeningly versatile.
The dragon roared, unleashing "Frenzy," "Mental Surge," and other psychic attacks, alongside lightning storms and spells raining down.
Badheil was forced back into defense, raising his sword to block the onslaught.
"Too weak," the dragon's voice taunted. The next moment, projections of Leodero, Aucuses, and Medici reappeared, filling the cage with thunder, sunlight, and flames.
When poor, use tactical finesse; when rich, blanket with firepower!
Unconcerned by spirituality costs, Truman could summon dozens more projections!
Gradually, even Badheil, of the pathway famed for unmatched combat prowess, felt surrounded by enemies. His own cage had been commandeered!
This was the most frustrating battle of Badheil's life, never once touching his foe!
"Too weak!" Truman repeated, his tone tinged with disappointment, filling Badheil with shame.
"Ah!" Badheil roared, fighting fiercely, but was soon beaten back by terrifying lightning and flame attacks, cornered in his cage.
"Enough!" The dragon-formed Truman suddenly smiled, the "Illusory Dream" symbol on the Book of Dreams glowing brightly.
(End of Chapter)