Mercurial dawnlight formed an impervious cage over the sea, trapping every drop of the demon's blood.
The demon naturally tried to send a drop out, preserving a fallback, but in an instant, Truman reached out, stealing all the blood it sent and crushing it lightly.
Badheil faced the reformed demon within the cage, an orange-red storm capable of annihilating all rising behind him, tearing through everything inside!
"Die!" The giant's roar echoed through the skies, dawn and dusk hues dyeing the battlefield orange-red.
As if a sunset faded, all would return to nothingness.
"Blood!"
The demon knew it was time to fight for its life, willingly abandoning excess rationality for greater power!
Blood-red and orange-red clashed in the cage, gradually blending into a single red.
The demon couldn't escape, becoming a blood-red crystal in the God of Dawn's hands, containing a magma-like black-red blood drop, radiating depravity and defilement.
"Hmph! You again, Dream!" Badheil glared at Truman, clearly aware of some events during the battle.
He was irked by Truman's involvement but couldn't fight him—nor could he win…
He gave Truman a deep look and turned to leave.
Truman ignored him, writing in his book.
"Devil Monarch's vassal god died by God of Dawn's hand, and the next events are predictable…"
The quill danced across the Book of Dreams, weaving a plausible progression for what followed.
At this point, many things were set in stone.
Even though this story involved two ancient gods, it proceeded smoothly, the text fading into the pages.
Truman nodded, satisfied, stowing his tools.
"Thank you for saving me!" A voice like a giant beast roared in his ears, making Truman step back instinctively.
Leodero didn't mind the steps' sincerity, filled with gratitude toward Truman.
Facing the Abyss projection, even angels were frail, and he believed Truman saved him—old pigeon would remember!
Truman coughed awkwardly. "No problem, colleagues stick together; I couldn't let you die!"
"I'll remember this!" Leodero declared, his volatile personality fitting the Storm pathway, but he honored promises.
"Alright…" Truman's mouth twitched, vowing Leodero must never learn of the Alhusod Pen.
"Let's go; this place will soon be a warstorm's center." Truman and Leodero left, even relocating a human city-state.
As the demonic angel fell to Badheil, the Abyss in the boundless sea trembled.
A will awoke, its cold, merciless gaze projecting from the bottomless Abyss, landing on Badheil, returning to the Giant King's Court.
Buzz! A faint hum sounded, a dusk light descending to shield Badheil, unyieldingly pushing back.
"Farbauti!"
"Aurmir!"
The two ancient gods roared across the distance, having clashed countless times, each with victories, but in this era, the giants' power peaked!
"My servants, offer the giants' flesh and blood to me!"
Devil Monarch Farbauti opened the Abyss, countless demons surging out, descending on the Giant King's Court via spirit world or rituals.
Truman's orchestration of "Glory" and the demonic angel's clash had already made conflict between the ancient gods inevitable!
Pitting Leodero was merely a pretext for the Creator's side to intervene later.
Two ancient gods—one mad, one at his peak—wouldn't dwell on causes; a fight was a fight!
For centuries, supernatural races had roughly split into dominant dragons and giants, with relative world peace.
But the prior divine war and this coming conflict would remind all: war was the Second Epoch's theme, past peace a mere illusion!
"This time, except for Dream staying back, all angels join the war!" Sasrir proclaimed the war oracle.
"Yes!" Leodero, thinking the war was for his vengeance, was so moved he nearly sang to express gratitude.
Thankfully, Medici swiftly stuffed frost in Leodero's mouth.
"Almost lost countless devotees to Wind Angel's attack." Medici dusted his hands, shaking off frost, speaking to Ouroboros nearby.
Ouroboros and Aucuses nodded, fully agreeing.
Sasrir covered his face, Truman stifled a laugh—Medici brought joy wherever he went!
Of course, you'd better ensure Medici mocked someone else first, or you'd be the jest.
"Move out!" Sasrir's stern gaze quelled Leodero's crackling lightning, who shot Medici a fierce glance, leading a team of Beyonders to the battlefield.
The angels departed one by one, bringing immense pressure to the demons, forcing Devil Monarch Farbauti to act personally.
"Seize the moment." Sasrir glanced at Truman, nodding slightly.
"I know." Truman returned to his dream domain.
Perched on his statue's shoulder, he grasped an incomplete ritual.
The demon-summoning ritual, linking to the Abyss.
He stole it to establish a connection to the Abyss at the right time, allowing direct teleportation.
The Abyss, isolated overseas, was Farbauti's divine kingdom; storming it was akin to facing an ancient god—utterly unwise.
He sat long, unaware when a faint figure appeared beside him—Lilith had arrived.
During the war, Sasrir couldn't abandon the Creator's divine kingdom, so it was just the three of them.
"The Abyss…" Truman was curious. In his memory, records of it were scarce, explored only by a bold figure who dared court even witches.
"Angels have joined the fray." The war's intensity surged, angels entering the field, capable of unimaginable slaughter without opposing angels.
With the Creator's angels on the battlefield, the demon clan's angels retreated steadily, unable to resist!
Roar!
Without warning, Devil Monarch Farbauti burst from the Abyss, clashing with Giant King Aurmir.
In the Astral World, two ancient gods battled, dusk corroding the void, depravity defiling the stars.
Their powers clashed, their authorities colliding.
(End of Chapter)
Translator's Note: Last Chapter for Today I would try updating 50 chapters or more tommorow.