"Just a Sequence 2." With the Book of Dreams, Truman feared no one below a god!
His network wasn't yet vast, but his allies could crush any foe short of an ancient god!
"Leodero!" Truman's Elder Glove-clad hand reached into the mists of history.
The Elder Glove, forged from Ancient Scholar and Traveler characteristics, excelled at summoning historical projections!
He'd only met Leodero once, hardly close, but both were now angels under the Ancient Sun God!
Their mystical bond was deep enough!
With a single try, an angelic figure emerged from the historical mist.
Unlike Amanises's projection, this one lacked secrecy authority or sentience, but it was a Wind Angel!
"Leodero?!" Medici gaped, then watched another familiar figure appear.
"Aucuses?!" The Pure White Angel stepped from the mist, radiating searing solar light.
Under that glow, terrifying white lightning snakes lashed, striking the sword-wielding giant.
The scene erupted, stunning Medici, who almost believed his comrades were truly there.
"Why are these projections so strong?" Nearly matching the originals!
For Truman, the Book of Dreams bore the spiritual cost, letting him summon with abandon.
"Spatial Barrier!" Travelers wielded space expertly, capable of roaming the starry sky and witnessing cosmic civilizations.
Truman grabbed the air, as if seizing something solid, and crushed it!
Dozens of transparent vortex gates appeared, encircling the battlefield, collapsing inward!
"Begone!" Badheil faced the projections fearlessly, his twilight greatsword slashing, orange-red light radiating decay and dusk.
He plunged his sword into the ground. Pure light surged from the void, holy and glorious, forming a watery cage separating inside from out.
Spatial collapse and two angels' relentless assault forced the direct-combat Sequence 2 into defense.
Buzz! Before the light cage fully closed, Truman flashed, teleporting inside via a door.
He waved, dismissing the outer projections, summoning Medici and Ouroboros's historical projections.
War Angel and Fate Angel!
Medici, watching outside, felt a spiritual jolt. Though blind to the cage's battle, he knew what happened, nearly cursing.
Who said he wasn't needed?
"Hmph!" Medici snorted, not resisting. "An Scholar of Yore of the Seer pathway? I'll beat every one I see!"
Inside the cage, Medici's projection unleashed "Reaping," bolstered by Ouroboros's luck, pinpointing Badheil's fatal weakness!
"Roar!" Badheil's eye widened, shocked that foes dared teleport into his cage.
Truman eyed Badheil, fingers twitching, plucking invisible threads.
Puppetization!
Badheil's eye bulged, body freezing, as a fatal strike loomed!
He unleashed his lifesaving measures.
Tap!
A seed fell from his armor, sprouting into a towering tree!
From Harvest Goddess Omabella, it shielded Badheil, forming a thick barrier.
The fatal strike hit the barrier, not Badheil, disrupting puppetization.
"This is my domain!" Badheil, unshaken, swung his twilight greatsword. Countless lights flared, then rioted.
Light Storm!
The blade became a tempest, orange-red twilight spreading, its confined force amplifying its might.
Where it passed, all withered—soil turned to sand, everything decayed.
Medici and Ouroboros's combined strike was shattered by the blade storm. Badheil charged the angels ferociously.
Pop!
Truman ceased maintaining the projections. His Sage Robe fluttered, transforming him into a data stream, untouched by the sword storm's physical destruction.
"Dragon Form!" The data stream swelled, becoming the Mind Dragon!
The same dragon he and Medici slew, its blood decoded, now recreated by data.
Roar!
Truman's dragon clashed with the giant, a claw deflecting the greatsword.
"How so many abilities?!" Badheil was overwhelmed. He fought with earth-shattering sword strikes, but this foe was maddeningly versatile.
The Mind Dragon roared, unleashing "Frenzy," "Mental Riot," and other psychic attacks, alongside lightning, storms, and spells raining down.
Badheil shifted to defense, sword raised, weathering the onslaught.
"Too weak." The dragon spoke, and the three prior angel projections (minus Ouroboros) reappeared, filling the cage with thunder, solar light, and flames.
Out of tricks? Tactical finesse. Flush with power? Blanket the field!
Unburdened by spiritual cost, Truman could summon dozens more projections!
Gradually, even Badheil, Sequence 2 of the mightiest combat pathway, felt surrounded, his own cage overtaken by the enemy!
This was the most frustrating fight of his life—he hadn't touched his foe!
"Too weak!" Truman taunted, his tone dripping with disappointment, shaming Badheil.
"Ah!" Badheil roared, fighting fiercely, but the relentless lightning and flames forced him back, cornered in his cage.
"Enough!" Truman, as the Mind Dragon, grinned. The "Phantom Dream" symbol in the Book of Dreams glowed brightly.
(End of Chapter)
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Do you know:
Here are the entities summoned by Truman in this chapter:
Leodero – a Wind Angel projection pulled from the mists of history.
Aucuses – a Pure White (Solar) Angel projection, crackling with searing light and white lightning.
War Angel – Medici's own historical projection, unleashed inside the cage to strike with brutal martial force.
Fate Angel – Ouroboros's historical projection, whose "luck-bolstered" attacks pinpointed Badheil's weakness.
Mind Dragon – Truman's final form, a data-stream recreation of the dragon he and Medici once slew, summoned via "Dragon Form" to crush Badheil with psychic and elemental onslaughts.