Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 271 Oh, isn't this Amon? (3.5K)

East Bailang, West Yenabang.

Barcelona.

Saturday.

The gloomy, pale sunlight shone through the hotel's dirty windows and onto the face of a young man with the air of a romantic poet.

He had black hair and green eyes. His hair was slightly long and rarely styled, giving it a messy and unruly appearance, yet it possessed a unique beauty.

"Old man, what time is it?"

Leonard Mitchell looked out the window, feeling the pale sunlight that lacked warmth, and observed the pedestrians on the street.

His lips moved slightly, and he tilted his head as if he were whispering to someone.

"Couldn't you just open your pocket watch and take a look yourself!?"

Just as the Red Gloves member finished speaking, an old voice rang in his ear, with obvious disdain in its tone.

"Have you degenerated to the point where you can't even take care of yourself? I should take that clone back and make you clean the toilet, tidy your room, and prepare three meals a day for yourself!"

Pales Zoroastrian suddenly felt somewhat exhausted. Ever since he obtained the Amon clone containing Sequence Two characteristics, this archangel had been unwilling to discard it. Instead, he used it every day to do some sneaky things that he dared not let see the light of day.

He merely stole its inherent characteristics to restore himself, and then parasitized a Time Worm to create a clone for his own use.

This kept the archangel in a very good mental state, and at times he even felt that Amon was nothing special.

Of course, such entertainment activities are only conducted under the premise of being able to accurately contact a "backer," otherwise, even if you gave Him eight hundred lives, He wouldn't dare to play such a big game.

As for whether this would be noticed or found by Amon's true form, Pales Zoroaster had no psychological burden at all.

After all, He is now just an old and weak bait.

If the mission can be completed ahead of time, He can enjoy retirement sooner. The "Trojan Horse of Fate" feature also restored a lot of His strength, preventing Him from being instantly killed by Amon's true form.

"If He dares to come, I'll make sure He suffers the consequences."

With a slight smirk, Palez Zoroaster's thoughts began to wander.

"Hey old man, would I be that kind of person? I was just trying to start a conversation!"

The newly recruited member of the Red Gloves, "Nightmare" of Sequence Seven, tossed his hair and chuckled, using a lame excuse to cover up his embarrassment.

Ever since experiencing the crisis in Tingen City, witnessing the tragic deaths of a teammate and a fellow card player before his eyes, Leonard had intended to use hatred to drive him to become stronger, thereby avenging the deep-seated blood feud between Klein and Ron.

However.

However, according to the analysis of the church's higher-ups and the old man's description, he discovered that the revenge had already been taken.

His greatest enemy, the mastermind behind the conspiracy in Tingen City, Inszangwill, had been killed unintentionally and turned into a merit for his own advancement.

This left Leonard, who had already prepared himself to bear a heavy fate like the "protagonist" in literary works such as those of Emperor Roselle, standing there dumbfounded, with a feeling of drawing his sword and looking around in bewilderment.

What happened to bearing a blood feud?

What happened to avenging his comrades?

This...this isn't right, is it?

Emperor Roselle was a terrible man!

However, this experience made Leonard realize that the protagonist of the era could no longer be so decadent. The "deaths" of Klein and Ron seemed to have stimulated this lazy guy, making him more eager and thirsty to improve his sequence.

Therefore, thanks to his merit in killing the traitorous archbishop and his previous accumulated merits, the poet joined the Red Gloves and became a "Nightmare" of Sequence Seven, with the potential and hope to continue to advance.

"Old man, I have this persistent feeling that Ron and Klein are still alive, and that they came with me to Backlund, to the Southern Continent."

Leonard rubbed his head and murmured as if in a dream.

"Haha, you're absolutely right, they are indeed still alive."

Palez Zoroaster didn't hide anything, and laughed with an aged expression.

"Ha, old man, you don't need to comfort me. I personally put the lids on their coffins. Do you think they could climb out on their own? I'm not the captain; I don't forget everything!"

"Speaking of the captain, I hope that when I return to Tingen, he won't be looking at my face while fiddling with his pipe and frowning, asking me who I am!"

Seemingly recalling the amusing scene mentioned in the words, the poet, who couldn't write poetry, couldn't help but chuckle softly, momentarily finding it difficult to breathe.

"You don't know anything!"

"Instead of wasting time chatting here, you should be thinking about how to complete your Red Gloves mission!"

Pales Zoroastrian reprimanded the ignorant Extraordinary, then felt somewhat confused himself.

He knew best whether Ron was dead or not. Even if this old man died, that brat wouldn't die.

As for Klein Moretti, he was less certain.

But considering that his backer had been by his side for so long, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't have some hidden tricks up his sleeve, so it was highly likely that the "clown" would push open the coffin lid.

"Task."

"Old man, Barcelona isn't a colony of Loen. The Church's influence here is very weak. Completing the mission to track down Knight Eggers won't be easy!"

"Especially since he's a vicious criminal, a high-ranking member of the Spirit Cult, with many henchmen, and just a month ago he even turned a Rune colony into a city of the dead!"

"If it weren't for the informant who told me he was planning another big operation, and the fact that tracking him would require a lot of manpower, I might still be in Backlund instead of being transferred here."

Having understood the old man's unspoken message that he was neglecting his duties, Leonard thought for a moment and began to explain the background.

"So, have you found anything out?"

"The protagonist of the era, the rising star of the Red Gloves, the prospective high-ranking deacon of the Church of the Night?"

The aged voice was laced with intense disdain, as if it didn't believe this brainless fellow could discover anything.

"I"

"Leonard, we've made progress on the mission! One of our men has spotted one of that villain's subordinates!"

Just then, the heavy creaking of the hotel room door interrupted the poet's subconscious rebuttal.

As the brand-new door opened, another Red Gloves player entered. He had a rather serious expression on his face and quickly greeted Leonard.

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

"Ha, I didn't steal anything, why are you hitting me?"

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll fight if I want, kick if I want!"

"Despicable! Shameless!"

The blond boy's words angered Amon so much that his pointed arm trembled slightly as he repeatedly shouted out those two adjectives that were so close to Ron's.

However, the power of such a verbal attack is as weak as a small insect, and it is not even as effective as directly calling Ron a piece of trash in angering him.

Rubbing his swollen cheek, Shi Tianshen subconsciously tightened his belt, let out a deep breath, and pushed up his monocle.

Before he was beaten up, when he came up to provoke him, he had already thought out his current plan.

That is to shamelessly follow Ron, collect more information about this strange god, and thus provide the original body with some intelligence.

Since "life" has already played this part of me to this extent, it's time to learn to lie down and enjoy it.

Blindly resisting is foolish.

However, the immoral seal that Ron set up made Amon10086 hesitant to contact his main body or synchronize the memories between his clone and main body.

Because, Amon has already exhausted the old tricks of parasitizing others to go home and eat with him!

Perhaps subtle clues can hint at the true nature of the entity.

The Time Angel made up its mind that it would not rashly contact the main body until it found a way or loophole to bypass that despicable seal.

"Heh, how interesting..."

He pushed up his monocle with a slight grimac, his leisurely gesture as if to say, "Your methods are nothing special; they don't hurt at all."

"snort!"

Seeing this, Ron grunted and took his short legs to go forward, gently taking Amon's little hand and stroking it twice.

This unusual behavior startled Amon for two seconds, then he smiled faintly and said:

"What do you want to do? Actually, this clone of mine can also transform into a woman..."

"Oh no!! Quick, let go!!!"

Suddenly, a crisp "snap" sound reached his ears, and at the same time, an indescribable pain shot through his little finger.

The excruciating pain felt as if nearly a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand others suffering the same fate had been superimposed upon each other. This intense, agonizing sensation caused the angel king, who had been trying to maintain his composure and hadn't uttered a sound even after being beaten twice, to instantly kneel on the ground.

His body began to twist and struggle, his sleeves tore, his monocle slipped off, and the belt on his pants came off due to the violent movements, causing his pants to slip down again. The whole thing looked like a small fish that had just been pulled ashore.

"Hmph, how interesting~"

"How does it taste, Your Highness?"

Ron pushed up his monocle and looked at the unrepentant guy with a cold expression.

If you find it interesting, then have more!

Just then, footsteps came from the street, which had long been deserted. The footsteps were light and slow, which made Amon, who heard them, smile once again.

He was all too familiar with that aura; it was…

"Pares!!!"

In that instant, immense joy filled His heart, but...

"Ouch! That hurts! Quick, let go! I have an emergency!!!"

The indescribable pain continued to rage, contorting the vicious man's face and causing his mouth to twitch, rendering him unable to rise and leaving him only able to roll around in place.

It's not that He wouldn't dare to break off a finger or detach that part of the Time Worm from His body to escape this "torture," but what use would that be? In the face of such a despicable being, if He did that, other parts would surely suffer.

"The sunshine in this city is wonderful; it's much warmer than in Backlund."

An elderly man with gray hair and dark brown eyes strolled leisurely through the streets of Constance.

This is the alter ego of Pales Zoroastrian. As an old and weak decoy, He naturally had to inadvertently increase His own activity trajectory in order to mislead (guide) Amon to find His true form.

But just then, the light and slow footsteps suddenly stopped, and Pales's deep brown eyes widened slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

On this bare street, two little kids were "playing and frolicking".

One of them, with blond hair and golden eyes, and handsome appearance, is His new backer.

The other one, with curly black hair and a broad forehead, was lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking out. Even without looking at the monocle lying on the ground, Palez Zoroaster recognized who he was!

What a coincidence!

Having confirmed that his backer was real and not illusory, the old man, who had developed a strong resistance to Amon, darted forward.

He crawled on all fours, sliding with the momentum to stand before Amon. Pales raised his head, revealing a sly grin, and stared directly at the angel of time whose face was twitching.

"Hey, isn't this Ah Meng? What happened to him? He looks like this after all these years!"

"Pares!!!"

Seeing that this guy not only didn't avoid him, but even dared to come right up to him and mock him, Amon10086 immediately showed a look of utter disgust.

"Don't say anything, I just love seeing that 'pleasant' expression on your face!"

(End of this chapter)