"Just a Sequence 2." With the Dream Fantasy Book in hand, he feared nothing beneath the gods!
For now, he did not have close friends all over the world, but his allies were enough to eliminate any enemy below the Ancient Gods!
"Ouroboros!" Truman extended his hand, clad in the Ancient Scholar's Glove, into the fog of history.
The Ancient Scholar's Glove was forged from the traits of the Ancient Scholar and the Traveler, and the signature ability of an Ancient Scholar was summoning historical projections!
Truman and Ouroboros had only met once; they were not close. However, at present, they both served under the Ancient Sun God as angels!
The connection on the mystical level was deep enough!
Thus, with just one attempt, the shadow of an angel was pulled from the fog of history.
Of course, this historical projection did not possess the same sentient autonomy as the Goddess's secret authority, but it was still a Wind Angel!
"Ouroboros?!" Even Medici was stunned, only to watch as another familiar figure emerged from the mist of history.
"Oculos?!" A pure white angel stepped forth from the fog, radiating the blazing brilliance of the sun.
Under the scorching solar radiance, terrifying white lightning crackled wildly, arcing onto the sword-wielding giant.
The battlefield grew intense in an instant. Medici stood dumbfounded, almost believing he was seeing his old comrades in the flesh.
"Why are these historical projections so powerful?" They were nearly indistinguishable from their original selves!
For Truman, however, the spirituality required to summon the historical projections was entirely diverted to the Dream Fantasy Book. With no burden on himself, he could wield them freely.
"Space Barrier!" As a Traveler, Truman's command over space had reached terrifying heights. After all, he was already capable of roaming the cosmos and had witnessed interstellar civilizations.
Truman grasped at the air as if seizing something tangible, then clenched his fist tightly!
Instantly, dozens of translucent vortex-like gateways manifested in midair, enveloping the entire battlefield before collapsing inward!
"Begone!" Bardhaier faced the two historical projections without retreating, slashing his twilight greatsword. The orange-red radiance emanated the power of dusk and decline.
His sword plunged into the ground, summoning countless pure light particles from the surrounding void. They carried a sacred and glorious presence, converging into a flowing barrier that separated the battlefield.
The spatial collapse, coupled with the relentless attacks from the two angelic projections, finally forced the Sequence 2 warrior angel—renowned for supreme melee combat—to adopt a defensive stance.
"Buzz!" Before the luminous cage fully enclosed, Truman flashed into it via teleportation.
With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the outer two angelic projections and summoned the historical projections of Medici and Ulorius instead.
The Angel of War and the Angel of Fate!
Outside, Medici's spirituality tingled. Though he couldn't see the battle within the cage, he could already tell what had happened and nearly cursed aloud.
Who was it that said they didn't need his help?
"Hmph!" Medici snorted coldly, making no effort to resist. "So this is an Ancient Scholar from the Diviner Pathway? I'll beat up every one I see in the future!"
Inside the cage, Medici's historical projection activated "Reap," and with Ulorius' fortune enhancement, they pinpointed Bardhaier's fatal weak point!
"Roar!" Bardhaier widened his lone eye in shock. He hadn't expected his opponents to dare teleport into his domain.
Truman gazed at Bardhaier and casually flicked his fingers, pulling invisible threads.
Puppeteering!
Bardhaier's single eye widened further, his body freezing in place as the fatal blow neared!
Sensing imminent danger, Bardhaier unleashed all his life-saving techniques.
Tap!
A seed fell from his armor, striking the ground and instantly growing into a towering tree!
The massive tree completely enveloped the giant's figure. This was a seed from the Goddess of Harvest, Omibella, forming an impenetrable barrier.
The fatal strike never reached Bardhaier, blocked by the protective barrier, breaking Truman's puppeteering hold in the process.
"This is my domain!" Bardhaier remained composed despite the crisis. He swung his twilight greatsword, summoning countless rays of light that suddenly erupted.
Light Storm!
His sword transformed into a tempest, and the orange-red twilight light spread across the cage, its terrifying force magnified within the confined space.
Everything the storm touched withered away. The ground turned to sand, all was reduced to decay.
The fatal strike from Medici and Ulorius was forcibly disrupted by the blade storm, and Bardhaier charged aggressively at the two angels.
Pop!
Truman abandoned the maintenance of the two historical projections. His Sage's Robe fluttered as he transformed into pure information flow, immune to the storm of blades that could not harm intangible entities.
"Dragon Transformation!" The data stream that was Truman surged and expanded, forming a Mind Dragon!
It was the very dragon that Truman and Medici had previously slain. A drop of its blood had fallen into Truman's hands, fully analyzed and now replicated through his information manipulation.
Roar!
The massive dragon lunged at the giant, swiping its claws to deflect Bardhaier's greatsword.
"How does he have so many abilities?!" Bardhaier felt overwhelmed. He had always fought with a single blade until the world shattered, but this opponent was beyond troublesome.
The Mind Dragon let out a deafening roar, launching a barrage of attacks like "Frenzy," "Mental Turmoil," and other specialized psychic assaults, alongside relentless lightning storms and other destructive spells.
Forced onto the defensive once again, Bardhaier raised his sword to shield himself from the endless attacks.
"Too weak." The dragon's voice rumbled. The next moment, three more angelic projections—excluding Ulorius—emerged once again, filling the cage with thunder, sunfire, and flame.
If you lack strategy, use maneuver warfare. If you have power, overwhelm with firepower!
Without concern for spiritual depletion, Truman scoffed at the notion of limitations—he could summon dozens more if needed!
Gradually, even the so-called strongest melee combatant of Sequence 2, Bardhaier, felt as though the world had turned against him. The very cage he had created had been overrun by his enemy!
This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating battle Bardhaier had ever fought in his life. He had been completely played with.
He hadn't even landed a single hit on his enemy!
"Too weak!" Truman repeated, his tone laced with disappointment, as if he was scolding an unworthy opponent.
"Ahhh!" Bardhaier roared in fury, fighting desperately, yet every time he surged forward, he was forced back by relentless fire and lightning. Soon, he found himself cornered within his own domain.
"Enough!" The Mind Dragon that was Truman suddenly smirked, as the "Dream Illusion" symbol on the Dream Fantasy Book shimmered brilliantly.