Lord of Mysteries:Dream

Chapter 47: Story and Destiny

Truman ended the Dream Parliament and returned to the real world. He couldn't wait to take out the key to the treasure house and opened the door in space.

Probably...another apprentice was killed.

Of course, the apprentice may be a phoenix at this time.

Truman easily took out the two most precious and unique items inside.

Scroll of Civilization and a crown that appears to be carved from obsidian.

This crown is extremely gorgeous, decorated with various gems, but the shape is a bit too unique.

"Twisted?" Truman saw several different carving styles on the crown, which combined the aesthetics of giants, elves, and dragons. They were twisted together to form a crown with extremely weird beauty.

Likewise, "distortion" is also the negative effect of this crown.

Without being suppressed and sealed, the Crown will distort all the rules in the world and make the world its territory. All life forms are its subjects and need to abide by the twisted rules.

This impact is worldwide and irreversible.

"Characteristics of being alive?" Truman raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling the rebellion inside.

As an emperor, you must never be inferior to others. This is one of its underlying rules.

This shows that this thing will never surrender, will not compromise, and basically cannot be used.

"Can't be used?" Truman snorted twice, "Just because you won't surrender doesn't mean you won't be polluted. Go ahead and calm down in the sea of ??dreams for two days!"

Truman directly threw the Civilization Scroll and the Black Emperor's Crown into the ocean under the dreamy paradise.

In Truman's view, no matter how powerful the uniqueness is, it will be contaminated by the source of matter. Once it is "soaked in," he will naturally be able to indirectly use these two uniquenesses by virtue of his control over the dreamy phosphorescence.

"The reshaping and distortion of rules, and the trend of civilization development."

Both abilities are powerful enough to enrich Truman's combat capabilities.

"It still takes a certain amount of time." Truman nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the two unique items floating in the sea of ??dreams.

Then, he took out the pen of Alsuhod.

This quill transformed by the characteristics of the nightmare dragon finally came into his hands.

The quill trembled in his hand. It probably knew that two "seniors" had just been thrown into the sea of ??dreams to take a bath.

"Let's try it." Truman directly opened the third page of the dream book - "Cause and Effect".

The abilities of the two overlap to a certain extent, which also means that if they are used at the same time, they will be greatly strengthened.

"..." Truman scratched his head, and then wrote in the Book of Dreams, "The Demon King's mental state was very poor, and he was affected by the desire for destruction. He prepared a plan to make the world feel the horror of the abyss again, and started taking action. "

laugh!

The writing on the page of "Cause and Effect" simply collapsed, and it was impossible to forcibly interfere with the fate of an ancient god.

"Is it because I don't have enough power at my disposal?" Truman felt it and nodded lightly.

He is now able to mobilize the power of the Book of Dreams at roughly the level of the King of Angels, which is similar to Sasril's blank slate state, and is far from being able to interfere with the gods.

God is the qualitative change of all paths, and already represents a concept of authority itself.

"Affected by the Elf King's mobilization of large amounts of sea water to participate in the divine war, the abyss demon clan crawled out of the abyss in large numbers and attacked the territories of various clans."

Truman thought for a while and wrote this line on the book again.

Just like hundreds of years ago, the Demon Lord and the Destruction Wolf were in the same situation at that time. The demons under his command were constantly causing trouble in the entire world, with the mission of destroying and defiling the world.

Buzz!

Truman watched the words on the book slowly disappear, and looked up to look outside the Kingdom of God. He could sense that there was a faint force being transmitted out, and the wheel of history had begun to roll forward.

If it were just the power of Alsuhod's pen, the Demon King might be aware of it.

After all, the devil has already mastered the ability to sense crises at the sixth level of the sequence, and at the level of the devil monarch, he can know anything that is not beneficial to him.

Just like in a war in which three ancient gods were killed and injured, the demon monarch was faster than the phoenix who had mastered some of the "door" paths.

But now the combination of "karma" and Alsuhod's pen can reach a higher level, and this fateful intervention is directly protected by the Book of Dreams.

There is a high probability that the Demon Lord will not be able to detect it.

"This will be a longer period of time."

Demons will continue to harass and invade the major supernatural races until the major supernatural races can't bear it anymore and start a war in anger.

This kind of thing is very reasonable and has happened countless times in the past thousands of years.

Once the war starts, it will not stop easily.

...

In the corner of the city-state that had just escaped the disaster, the boy saw a potion that had just been prepared in the hand of the tall priest.

"I have three formulas in my hand, namely divine blood warrior, hunter and assassin. respectively.

"Among them, the 'Giant' path has Sequence Seven and below, and the 'Hunter' and 'Assassin' paths have Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight."

"Now I don't have enough materials, so I can only prepare an assassin's potion." The priest raised the stone jar in his hand, and in the jar was the potion that shook like a shadow.

"My last warning is that potions can help us resist demons, but at the same time, we will also become demons."

The priest, who was the "Weapons Master", looked at the boy who still had boundless desire in his eyes and gave him one last warning.

"I just want to live and... pursue Mr. Angel!" The boy roughly grabbed the potion.

"The Lord has forgiven you, and no one will hurt you again!" The priest shook his head, "Everyone who drove you out of the city will also be punished."

"But I don't believe you!" The boy stubbornly faced the world, "Absolutely not!"

"Child..." The priest wanted to make up for something, "It was my dereliction of duty not to save you..."

Before the priest could finish his words, the boy drank the potion in the stone jar in one gulp.

The potion entered his throat and gradually integrated into his body. The stone jar in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes became dark, and there seemed to be shadows surging under his skin.

"Hurry up and meditate!" The priest looked solemn and shouted loudly, hoping to wake up the boy.

When preparing the potion, he had already imparted various knowledge to the boy, but the boy who drank the potion seemed to have lost his ability to think.

It would only be harder for a child to stay sane while under a potion.

But at this moment, the ray of sunlight on his forehead came into effect. The "purification" of the sun stabilized the boy's will and completed his meditation.

The boy seemed to be very talented in learning this kind of mysticism. He quickly absorbed his spirituality and completed his promotion.

"...You are lucky." The priest looked at the boy and said in a complicated tone.

"Tell me your name, I need to put you on the books."

"Chick!" the boy said his name.