Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 266 I am Amon, ranked number 10086

"That place is considered a sacred site by a faction within the 'Spirit Cult,' and legend has it that it leads directly to the underworld..."

"The leader of this faction is a descendant of Death, named Knight Eggers, a Sequence Three 'Ferryman'."

"According to recent intelligence, he possesses a crown left behind by 'Death.' Knight Eggers believes that all dead beings enter the underworld, and 'Death,' as the ruler of the underworld, has merely returned there. When the underworld descends upon the real world, He will surely return from there!"

"He's a complete madman, trying to recreate the pale catastrophe at the end of the Fourth Epoch!"

"However, within the Church of the God of War, some speculate that this might be some means by which the God of Death is resurrected. After all, the power of gods is unpredictable and beyond the comprehension of mortals."

"Of course, I have no way of verifying whether this is true or not. This guy has been listed as a key target for elimination by the 'God of War' Church, which shows how dangerous he is."

After scanning the information on the parchment again, Ron was honestly not too satisfied with the news.

Because it was too vague, it didn't seem like a clue related to the underworld or the source matter at all.

The information on it is full of adjectives like "probably," "maybe," and "perhaps," and there is no accurate information at all.

Therefore, a site visit is still needed to determine the specifics.

"Something is better than nothing; at least we have something to investigate."

"Very well, I'm not entirely satisfied with your intelligence."

Ron shook his little golden head as he turned the parchment in his hand to ashes.

"If you're not satisfied, you can say whatever you want." The giant's expression suddenly froze, and he only dared to silently refute in his heart.

"Hmph, you won't be shortchanged on your payment!"

Seeing his expression, the blond boy snorted and added dismissively.

Having obtained what he wanted, Ron looked around again, but perhaps because there weren't many people at the gathering, the remaining few only indicated that they would keep an eye out.

Even the son of the ancient sun god made no move, simply sitting there quietly, as unassuming as a lifeless sculpture.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the high-end gathering came to an end.

Goodbye, Mr. Time.

Ron showed no sign of lingering in Hermes's hoarse, aged greeting; that part of his will instantly returned to his body.

"We've made good progress this time; our plan is starting to take shape!"

His golden eyes gleamed, and he began to talk to himself in the empty room, as if he were conversing with an invisible person.

Jianhai County.

Red Boots Village.

late at night.

"Great Ring of Destiny, you are the eternal cycle, the predetermined fate, the cause, the effect, and the process."

"The Great Declining King"

"The Great Primal Hunger"

"The great high-dimensional observer."

"The Great, Unending Reverie"

"The Great Super-Star Overlord"

"The Great Child of Chaos"

"Fatball, where's your brain? That piece of trash, the Child of Chaos, is already in the pot!"

Inside the rough, abandoned mud-brick house, a vile voice began to loudly mock the great "Time and Space Ruler." The harsh sound was like a cat scratching glass, and the despicable tone made the kerosene lamp in the room flicker.

"Tch~ You idiot, I don't trust your pathetic skills!"

Even knowing that his nemesis was telling the truth, Ron stubbornly began to refute him.

"Shut up, you two! You still have the nerve to argue?"

"We've performed countless rituals, yet those Outer Gods still haven't responded!"

Sensing that the other two were about to start arguing again, the Primal Will immediately stopped this infighting so that they could focus their energy on the ritual at hand.

"A bunch of weaklings!"

"A bunch of incompetent fools!"

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Seeing that the burning candles on the ground in front of him did not react, the Sequence Two demon became furious and uttered three different sounds at the same time.

Immediately, He lifted His right foot and kicked the white candles on the ground, scattering them everywhere.

Even though they've done so much, not only sacrificing those corrupted believers but also finding many weak points in the barrier, why is it that the ritual to connect with the Outer Gods still can't be completed?

I gave you all a chance, but you were all useless!

This is what the three of them have been busy doing while controlling the demons during this period.

As the saying goes, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel, and Emperor Rosell's words are not without reason.

With the current strength of the barrier, even contacting those "piglet" is quite difficult, let alone luring them in.

Therefore, the three pillars' plan did not go smoothly.

"Ah, you two, I think I've found a good place."

Just then, the "Blood Duke's" cold expression suddenly turned fervent, as if something strange had replaced his flesh and blood inside his skin, controlling his expression.

"Fatball, you always say that. Your observations of the stars' orbits are completely useless!"

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Venerable's will took the lead in striking at his mortal enemy; this was a behavioral logic that required no thought and was ingrained in His divinity.

"Shut up! If we don't observe the barrier and the stars, do you expect me to throw shoes and calculate the weak points of the barrier for us?!"

However, the will of the "Time and Space Ruler" was no less formidable, belittling the "Spirit Realm Ruler" to nothing and making him utterly incompetent.

"Ha, I think I should reconsider cooperating with the two of you!"

As for the "original creator," he remained calm and composed, indirectly expressing the view that it wasn't that he was incapable, but rather that the others were holding him back.

As the argument began, the interior of the mud-brick house, which was only lit by candlelight and kerosene lamp, suddenly became lively.

After a long while, amidst repeated "Shut up, shut up," the Blood Duke made a fist with his right hand and pulled out a silver, barrel-shaped object from thin air.

This is exactly what is meant by "a rotting meteor".

"The curses on this are quite chaotic, but most of them should belong to an Outer God. As long as we find the right time and the weakest point in the barrier, we can contact Him!"

Upon seeing Ron take out this magical item, the Primal Will immediately understood his meaning.

Since we can't contact a whole group, it's good to specialize in scamming just one person.

"Heh, the narcissist is right, but I really do have a knack for being incompatible with balls. Its owner is also a ball, ha..."

Seeing this, the Celestial Venerable's will feigned a sigh and let out a strange laugh.

"Sothos, stop wasting time! Where's that new clue you mentioned?!"

"Don't be impatient... The clue lies in the Southern Continent, in a temple dedicated to the primordial moon. We can manipulate certain connections during the full moon to achieve our goal..."

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Southern Continent.

Constance, a city in the United States.

Located at the junction of the East Bayrand Plain and the Pas Valley, this city was one of the most important outposts of the Rose School.

The intense sunlight shone down on this outpost city, but this rare sight in Backlund was not appreciated by many in the city.

Because the city is now a ruin, filled with smoke and littered with rubble, and pedestrians hurry along the streets, as if proclaiming the recent end of a war.

A rare victory.

If the invaders' primary objective had not been colonization and the pursuit of substantial profits, the city would likely have become a prime target for artillery fire.

"I really don't understand why they fight each other. Look at us, we're different. We live in harmony, with a clear division of labor, perfectly demonstrating what it means to have strength in numbers."

On the street, which was covered in gravel and appeared to have been cleaned up, a middle-aged man dressed like a businessman muttered to himself.

He had black curly hair, a broad forehead, and a thin face. He wore a linen shirt and a matching robe, the kind of clothes often worn by merchants, suitable for long journeys. Above his right eye, he wore a monocle made of crystal that looked quite expensive.

This is precisely the investigator who went to the Southern Continent to investigate the disappearance of the local people some time ago.

Code name: Amon 10086!

He successfully took on this job by virtue of his advantageous geographical location and his hardworking spirit.

"Stop complaining, this is better than going to those clones at sea!"

He then muttered something to himself, as if comforting his subordinates who had followed him.

Just then, the Time Angel's clone pushed up his monocle and saw something that piqued his interest.

It was a church that had remained intact despite the bombardment, and was surrounded by a radiant glow, though it was now somewhat dim.

Inside, the clergy were busy distributing food and medicine, and there were also dedicated missionaries comforting the poor souls who had lost loved ones, friends, and everything else.

"Interesting. It's the church of the 'Time and Space Ruler.' He only recently became active, and the timing matches up. Could our missing clones be related to him?"

"No, 10086, that's not the point right now. The disappearance of the clone is no longer important. Don't you understand the seriousness of the situation?"

"The authority of 'Time and Space Dominator' is something only our father should possess. Don't you find that strange?"

As soon as Amon10086 finished speaking, He heard a faint sound in His ear, the sound of tiny insects hidden in the nearby air.

Code name: Amon 10011!

"Ha, you mean He has been resurrected through the efforts of the 'paranoiac' and has directly wiped out an Outer God force?"

"Interesting, but how is that possible?"

"Have you forgotten our recent research? According to those clones that willingly sacrificed themselves and entered a state of madness, this spacetime controller is related to the so-called 'Fat Ball'."

"Ha, 10086, it's possible they're just talking nonsense because they're crazy!"

Just as Amon finished muttering to himself, a peaceful voice suddenly came from behind the Time Angel's clone.

"Hello, sir, please wait a moment!"

"May I take a moment of your precious time to introduce you to our Lord?"

(End of this chapter)