The Creator Returns

The effect of the outer gods' combined attack was so terrifying that it still affected the earth despite Truman's full defense.

External earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. are all minor problems, and many angels who have woken up have gone out to suppress these large-scale disasters.

And most of the pollution in the mystical sense is transmitted to the barrier formed by the gods.

The gods who woke up from the double vision of becoming gods each used their own authority to strengthen the barrier. For a moment, the entire star realm was colorful and bright.

"Where's Adam?" Medici also returned to normal, and immediately noticed Adam's disappearance.

At the same time, he also noticed a certain atmosphere permeating the sea of ​​collective subconscious.

He traced back subconsciously and tore the space apart at its weakest point.

Swoosh... The sound of sea water surging sounded in his ears, and Medici raised his head to look at the end of this space.

"Adam? No! It's..." Medici's eyes suddenly widened, "...Lord?!"

The Medici have and only one god they believe in, and that is the ancient Sun God of the Second Age and the Creator of the Third Age!

At this moment, Medici understood something. He lowered his head slightly to show respect, "...Welcome back."

"It's you, Medici." The Creator, or Sasril, looked at Medici and nodded gently. His eyes were still gentle, with the brilliance of humanity.

After merging with Adam, He has returned to the state of the Creator of the Third Age. Of course, in terms of strength, He is closer to the ancient sun god who fought with the ancient gods in the Second Age.

Now His humanity overwhelms His divinity, and His state is very perfect.

"Why this time?" Medici raised his head and looked at Saslier and asked.

After all, the current Medici is no longer the King of Angels back then. Having become the "Lord of War", he is already equal to Sasril in terms of status.

"Because this world needs me." Saslier chuckled, raising his hand and pointing to the star realm.

Medici followed the direction he pointed and looked towards the star realm. The authority and power of the gods were blocking the erosion and pollution of the outer gods.

"Will the barrier be broken today?" Medici's face changed slightly, thinking of the most extreme situation.

"...It's not that bad." Saslier shook his head slightly, "It's just that today's matter obviously cannot end easily."

"Menghuang alone is not enough."

"Isn't Meng Meng alone enough?" Medici asked in surprise.

"Yes, not enough." The dark sea water behind Saslier continued to surge, and the surging shadow and spiritual power on his body also continued to merge.

With clear priorities and little resistance, the two merged very smoothly, but due to time constraints, the two have not yet completely become one.

Medici was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly to Sasril, and turned into a flame giant, walked into the star realm, and integrated his power into the barrier built by the gods.

At this moment, all true gods are in the same camp, and all true gods also have the responsibility to protect this planet and the believers on the planet.

Sasril also looked at the star realm where authority and symbols were twisted. The shadow power on his body began to gradually shift, and the power of the soul representing "utopia" began to dominate.

"According to the previous research results, it is possible to achieve this level with the 'visionary' as the cornerstone."

Sasril said to himself.

It was also at this time that His face gradually became solemn, and His voice was low, announcing His return to the world.

"I am one and ten thousand, the beginning and the end."

His eyes suddenly became illusory, and a sea behind him that seemed to contain all colors and possibilities suddenly surged, directly submerging his body.

He raised his right hand and held a silver cross.

"sun."

Above his head, a blazing but illusory sun suddenly jumped out.

"storm."

To his left, symbols such as lightning, strong winds, and ocean waves intertwined into a shadow that looked down upon all things.

"White Tower."

To his right, a tall white tower with many brass eyes rose from the ground.

These imaginary powers and symbols, driven by the sea of ​​chaos, were thrown into Sasril's body one after another.

"I know Truman likes this sentence very much, but I can only tell him that this sentence has always belonged to me."

A fleeting smile appeared on Sasril's face, and then he took the first step towards his loyal star realm.

The chaotic and black sea that contained all colors and possibilities suddenly rose, and Saslier's body expanded into a huge light and shadow that could support the heaven and earth.

This light and shadow walked on the chaotic black water, raised its finger to point to the star world, and solemnly declared:

"Let there be light!"

This sentence has always belonged to Him and suits Him best.

The divine declaration resounded through the astral world, and the astral world responded to its Master.

The entire star realm lit up, and there was no longer any secrets to hide. The kingdom of the gods, the original barrier, and the guardianship of dreams were all presented before His eyes.

"..." Truman twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and saw the ray of light and shadow walking towards him.

The appearance of light and shadow scared all the true gods except the members of the Dream Council and Medici.

He awakened many people's nightmares from thousands of years ago. At that time, they could only look up at this light and shadow.

His mere presence brings unparalleled pressure to the world.

The sky-high light and shadow standing in the star realm gave the world another layer of defense, and the initial barrier was more stable.

"Leave it to me here." The light and shadow stood in the star realm. He was the "Lord of the Star Realm", and this barrier was also under his control.

"Okay!" Truman didn't say much at this time, but retracted his gaze and looked outside the barrier.

Is he a person who is willing to hide behind the barrier and get beaten?

"Reality." Truman called softly.

The Book of Dreams bloomed with brilliant brilliance at this moment, but converged in the next moment, and the whole book became mediocre.

The eyes of the gods wandered between Antigonus, who had just become the "God of Reality", and Truman.

The change just now was too fast, and they couldn't judge accurately, but it was enough to see that the existence of Antigonus did make Truman seem stronger.

"Is this the meaning of the existence of the True God of Dreams?" Then they thought of "God of Dreams" Roselle. Now the ritual of the "Supreme Dream" has been completed halfway...

"Hmph!" The brilliance in Truman's eyes also converged, and he took a step forward.

He was originally standing on the initial barrier, but this small step was two worlds.

"Face the dream!"

Truman stood in the starry sky of the universe, facing the malice of more than ten old ones!