Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1218 Disenchantment
My judgment was correct. Although the White Virgin Mary wasn't great, the angels she raised were truly excellent.

After patting the old ox on the back of its neck, signaling it to suck the unconscious archangels into the dream and take them all away, Leon got up and went to meet the rapidly approaching Stream of Light.

"Who are you!!!"

"Mia? What are you doing here?"

"Stop! No more eating!!!"

Seeing the man blocking their path and the old ox below constantly devouring angels, the six archangels, whose strength was at the pillar god level, were beyond furious. They surrounded Leon and roared:
"Stop your cattle immediately! And vomit up all our fellow countrymen! Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Goodness, they're still so civilized at a time like this, not even using a single swear word. These censored angels are really going a bit too far...

After shaking his head slightly, Leon drew a bit of the dream's essence back from the old ox and scattered it towards the archangels in front of him, briefly pulling their will into the dream.

Immediately afterward, as the six archangels lost consciousness, Leon slowly walked over, patted each of them, and activated the creation effect of [Lord of Demons].

"Chirp chirp chirp?"

Amidst a series of crisp crowing sounds, the six archangels who had broken free from the dream were horrified to find that their bodies seemed to have turned into soft mud, being patted, kneaded, and shaped by a hand... In an instant, they lost their original appearance and turned into a tiny chick the size of a palm.

Whether it was a solid body capable of withstanding a meteorite, or a soul and truth at the level of a pillar god, all vanished with a gentle tap, collapsing into the tiny chick's divine body and being sealed inside.

"Chirp?! (What is this?!)"

"Chirp! Chirp chirp chirp! (Chicken! I've turned into a chicken!)"

"Chirp, chirp chirp chirp! (Hey, what are you doing!)"

"You guys may be a bit slow-witted, but you're not bad people. What happens next has nothing to do with you, so just stay put!"

Leon beckoned to the six waving chicks and tossed them to the old ox beneath him. After a slight hesitation, he patted the ox's belly, creating a transparent "super-large glass window."

"You... what's going on?"

"Help your compatriots demystify."

Leon glanced at the female angel beside him, thought for a moment, and then explained:
"Just like I told the White Mother before, I am very interested in you, your compatriots, and the Pure White Land. But the White Mother has been disguised for too long, and your compatriots do not know her true face. If we forcibly take you away, it will easily cause trouble."

So I'm planning to let your compatriots stay here and watch the fight, so they can see for themselves what their idol, the Pure White Virgin Mary, really looks like. This will wake them up and prevent them from causing me trouble in the new place… You should go too; once the fighting starts, I might not have time to deal with you.”

"I……"

What do you mean, "What do you mean, ' ...'? Go inside!"
Sensing that the female angel might suddenly fall ill and make some troublesome requests, such as asking to stay outside to watch the battle or wanting to ask the Pure White Mother why she was doing this, Leon decisively pushed her down before she could speak and threw her directly to the old ox.

"Moo!"

The old ox opened its mouth and caught the fallen female angel, swallowing her whole as she screamed in terror. Then, it turned its head to look at its translucent belly and the angels scrambling inside, before looking up at Leon above and letting out a mournful moo.

"Understood, additional items will be charged separately!"

After rolling his eyes at the old ox, Leon was about to complain about where it learned this trick when a bright white light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.

"The Holy Mother! That's the Holy Mother!!"

"Our Lady has come to save us!"

"Chirp chirp chirp!!!!"

Amidst the joyful cries from inside the old ox's belly, a spot of light, brighter than the sun, streaked across the horizon, fiercely hurtling towards the old ox as it dug furiously into the soil... before being stopped by a large, gentle mass of dream origins.

"Moo moo moo! (Go away! Go away! I can't beat this one!)" Startled by the pure white saint who didn't care about the "children" in her belly at all and went straight for the kill, the old ox quickly tucked its tail between its legs and jumped out of the big pit it had dug, taking several big gulps to calm its nerves.

"Cough cough cough! It's so pungent!"

"Stop smoking, you stinky cow!"

"I hate cows!!!"

"The Holy Mother?! Look! Look at the Holy Mother!"

After the old ox slightly lifted its tail, expelling the smoke that was obscuring its view through its chrysanthemum, the angels who had been swallowed by the ox finally saw the pure white Virgin Mary clearly. They stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and the six archangel chickens were so shocked that they almost laid eggs on the spot.

Why is Our Lady like this? Is this...is this still our Lady?

"Number 2? Number 11?"

Noticing the donkey overlord watching the battle from afar, and the antlered girl beside it sealing off the source, the pure white saintess, whose right eye was closed, suddenly narrowed her eyes and spoke with apprehension:

"You too..."

"Ugh—ugh—"

After instinctively responding with a loud braying, the Star Lord realized he had used the wrong language, smacked his lips twice, and then said again:

"Don't worry about me, you guys fight your battle. I'm just here to join in the fun. Besides, Number 11 won't make a direct move; he'll just block your terrain advantage. You two can take your time fighting, and I hope it's a spectacular one!"

"..."

What kind of nonsense is this?!

"The Star Lord is telling the truth; they really won't get directly involved."

After drawing the attention of the White Virgin Mary back to her, Leon slowly walked to a spot several dozen meters away from her, curiously observing her half-black, half-white appearance.

"But Your Majesty... you've changed quite a bit since we last met."

"Humph!"

Recalling the method the Celestial Cicada had told her for approaching the God of Food, the Pure White Saintess snorted coldly, becoming more cautious of the donkey and horse duo in the distance, and then spoke expressionlessly:

"No wonder you're so confident, you've brought two henchmen with you... Despicable!"

Seemingly sensing something, the White Mother suddenly raised her hand and unleashed a large amount of Root, blocking between herself and Leon, before immediately retreating.

Just after she left, the original Leon swayed slightly twice, then shattered into a dream, and a hazy figure passed through the source of the blazing white, just managing to reach the spot where the Pure White Mother had retreated.

He was actually actively seeking physical contact! The All-Knowing Cicada hadn't lied to me; Number 3 really does have the ability to "contaminate" others through contact!

Seeing the regretful look on Leon's face after he revealed himself, the Pure White Mother's left eye, which belonged to the angels, narrowed slightly. Then she took a deep breath and relaxed her suppression of the remaining will of the Abyss Ruler.

But if that's all there is to it, then I'll definitely win in the end... It's your turn to step in.

Haha! Okay! Remember our promise!

After the White Mother relaxed her restraints, accompanied by a wild, gleeful laugh, the crimson compound eye on the right side of her face suddenly opened, its gaze, filled with seemingly endless malice and malevolence, coldly sweeping over Leon opposite her, and then…

Without hesitation, I closed it again.

(End of this chapter)