Chapter 298: Dreamy Divine Miracle

Klein did not know that Trissy behind him had already opened her eyes.

He suddenly felt a sensation like needles pricking his back, but at this moment, he could not care about anything else; under the protection of the Dream Statue in his hand, he had already arrived at the very center of the altar.

This was the throne of the "Blood Emperor," where He had once stood and gone mad, wanting to kill the "Hidden Emperor" and then destroy all True Gods.

This was also the place where the power of sacrifice was most terrifying; almost all despair and horror were concentrated here, and even with the protection of the Dream Statue, Klein still felt a sense of suffocation.

"Supreme Dream..." Klein prayed again, placing the Dream Statue in his hand at the most critical position.

In this instant, the entire altar seemed to stall slightly, as if it had jammed for a moment; the sacrifice had been fixed and could not continue any further.

However, Klein was just praying, and as he prayed, the Dream Phosphor on the Dream Statue grew increasingly dense; Dream Phosphor appearing in a sea of blood was naturally extremely conspicuous.

"Damn it! Dream!"

Rumble!

An angry roar exploded in Klein's mind like thunder; he knew this was likely the voice of the True God of the "Criminal" pathway who was about to descend through the ritual.

This might also be related to the "Abyss" and "Demons."

In short, this being was a pure evil god, whether in the Church's records or in historical accounts, and the Blood Sect was an out-and-out evil cult; stopping Him was protecting this world!

"Let me out! I promise never to descend in the Real World, and to forever suppress the Astral World!"

Anywhere is better than this damn Abyss!

To be able to make the "Abyss" say such things, one could imagine how harsh the living environment of the Abyss was.

"..." Protected by the Dream Statue, Klein was not corrupted to the point of losing control by the evil god's voice, but he seemed to have heard something incredible.

"The Abyss is a prison?! Imprisoning a True God of the 'Criminal' pathway?!"

"Hmph!" Another voice sounded, carrying even greater pressure; even under the protection of the Dream Statue, a faint fear arose in him.

"Without Him, you wouldn't be able to get out either!" A Lightning Storm smashed down from the Astral World, striking the entrance of the Abyss.

"Is this the Lord of Storms?" Klein shivered, having no choice but to hug the Dream Statue tightly.

"Leodero! What do you think you are! Back then, you were almost killed by the Angel under my command!" The one in the Abyss roared.

In terms of seniority, Demon Monarch Fabuti, as the only surviving Ancient God, indeed had the qualifications to say this.

After all, in terms of the time He was active, He was even more ancient than the Ancient Sun God.

It was just that this was the thing this world valued the least.

"You are courting death!" Having his shortcomings exposed, Leodero was almost enraged to the point of exploding; the Lightning Storm became even more rapid, and the light-speed seawater was terrifying.

No one had ever dared to expose his shortcomings, not even Dream!

The collision between the sea of blood and the thunder became even more intense; Klein had only this one thought, then silently noted down these few sentences, the most important of which was the True Name of the Lord of Storms.

"I heard that calling a True God's name will be sensed; calling this one probably results in a Lightning Storm?"

Klein lowered his head, not daring to look more.

And the Dream Phosphor bursting from the Dream Statue beside him grew increasingly rich; after reaching a certain node, it suddenly became a pillar of light reaching the sky, directly piercing through the underground plaza and tearing apart the black clouds covering half of Backlund.

"It's the Dream Sect!" The "God's Singer" and Saint Anthony, who were still struggling to hold on, both looked at that pillar of light reaching the sky with pleasant surprise.

"Their support is actually this fast?"

The Dream Sect had outposts in every city, but in terms of strength, the one in the Solomon Empire was naturally the strongest.

And the Backlund Dream Sect outpost was at most only slightly stronger than the Aurora Order; it didn't even have a Demigod, so even if they all participated in this disaster, it wouldn't be of much use.

Now, it was likely that the Dream Sect's support had arrived!

"Go! Let's head over!" The "God's Singer" and Saint Anthony both headed toward the Dream Sect outpost in the East District.

Only when they arrived here did they see a scene that could be called a sacred model.

All the believers of Dream were devoutly kneeling on the ground, praying continuously toward the Statue among the Dream believers, with wisps of Dream Phosphor flashing.

It wasn't the support of an Angel! It was a Divine Descent!

These two Archbishops of different Churches in Backlund both knelt on the ground at the same time, merging into the torrent of prayer.

If it were any other deity, it would be one thing; these Archbishops could not perform the kneeling rite because they represented the True Gods they believed in.

But the "Supreme Dream" was different; He was listed in all the Churches!

In the Evernight Church, He was the First Generation Evernight Pope and the Dream Angel, and in the Storm Church, He was also the Punishment Angel!

Hmm... in the Storm Church, the Punishment Angel acted on behalf of the divine Authority, wielding the Lord's thunder!

This was probably an alternative explanation by the Lord of Storms for His own Authority being stolen, perfectly explaining the phenomenon of why Dream could drive thunder...

The prayers for the "Supreme Dream" grew louder and louder, gradually spreading to the entire East District.

Almost all the poor had received help from the Dream Sect, so they would also chant the honorific name of the "Supreme Dream" in their daily lives.

The sound of prayer gathered toward the Dream believers like a tide.

And just as the sounds of prayer fully converged, the orthodox Dream Statue in the deepest part of the Dream Church, which had been worshipped for a thousand years, suddenly erupted with unimaginable light!

Everyone saw it; it was an endless sea reflecting stars and dotted with Dream Bubbles.

And on the sea was the Dream Kingdom, which could not be described by any magnificent rhetoric; it sat in the eternal Starry Sky, emitting endless Dream Phosphor.

"The legendary Dream Kingdom..."

Saint Anthony's respect for the "Supreme Dream" outweighed his fear; after all, He was the First Generation Pope, and there was a deeper relationship, so he understood the "Supreme Dream" better than others.

"No one will ever be hurt again." Saint Anthony lowered his head in peace, praying devoutly.

The "God's Singer" beside him heard the movement on his side and looked up. He only saw a piece of indescribable Dream Phosphor, which seemed to contain all the beautiful things in the world, explode.

The phosphorescence fell like stars onto all the people who had been infected by the aura of the Abyss.

Ah!

It was no longer the wailing of the people, but the aura of the Abyss that had taken the opportunity to infiltrate the people's bodies; these auras were all eradicated under the scouring of the Dream Phosphor.

All the spirits that had been pulled out of their bodies returned to their bodies, and all the damaged spirit bodies were healed.

In an instant, the damage caused by this sacrifice was wiped away, and all the people were dazed and speechless.

This is absolutely an unimaginable miracle!