Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 272 Pales: Flying Even with Only One Propeller (3.9K)

"Pares, how dare you insult me ​​like this!!!"

"Despicable! Shameless!"

As Pales flicked tiny Amon, the Time Angel's clone completely abandoned its last shred of dignity.

"Stop talking nonsense! You've caused this old man so much suffering, you should be grateful I didn't rip you out and soak you in alcohol!"

Faced with Amon's accusations, the archangel of Sequence One naturally dismissed them with disdain, glancing at the man next to him who was pushing up his monocle.

"If you want to capture His true form, you can hand Him over to me. As long as His extraordinary characteristics haven't returned to His true form, Amon will most likely be able to guess that this was my doing. After all, there are only a handful of people capable of doing something like this."

"When the time comes, we won't need to leave too many clues; He will break through all obstacles and come to us on His own!"

An old voice was plotting in the street, and the efficient plan made Amon, who was tightening his belt, turn green with anger.

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

This old man has some merit; after all, when the Sequence Two clone disappeared last time, Pales Zoroaster was on His priority list for investigation.

"How is that possible? It's so clumsy."

"Children shouldn't interrupt adults!"

Seeing that Amon was truly clueless, the old voice showed no mercy and rebuked him without any politeness.

If Ron hadn't been there, He would have wanted to beat up this clone of Amon, extract its special abilities, and send it back to dust, so it wouldn't be an eyesore here.

"That won't be necessary. I still have some use for Him, for example..."

The blond boy waved his hand, recalling Medici's hardworking figure in his villa. After a moment's thought, he decided to lighten Medici's burden.

"Scrub the toilet!"

"Hehehe, great minds think alike."

Hearing this viewpoint that coincided with his own, the gray-haired old man chuckled mischievously for a while, and then teased Amon, who was muttering "interesting, interesting" next to him, with his finger.

"Pares, what are you doing here?"

Having finished discussing how to deal with Amon, the blond boy raised his head and asked curiously.

This old thing is parasitic in Leonard's body, and the thought of that foolish poet, the great and endless wisdom, makes him want to laugh.

How did such a mindless and thoughtless creature grow to be so big?

"It's a mission, of course!"

After glancing at Amon, who was eavesdropping, Palez Zoroaster kicked him away before slowly beginning his story.

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"I deliberately left this clone in another city partly to guard against unforeseen circumstances, and partly to leave some traces so that Amon could find it."

"Of course, in order not to arouse His suspicion, these traces will eventually be misleading, causing Him to think in other ways."

"However, given His character, He might suspect that this was a misleading scheme I devised for Him, and thus connect the dots to me from other angles."

After recounting the reasons for coming to the Southern Continent and ending the nested analysis of Amon's thought process, the archangel looked at Amon's increasingly unpleasant expression and almost burst out laughing.

The old man's heart was truly wicked; all of this was deliberately said by Him to disgust this Amon clone.

This is such a great opportunity, you won't get another chance like it!

"You mean, the Church of the Night is also looking for Knight Eggers?"

"Also? That's right!"

"This guy turned a Rune colony into a city of the dead a month ago. Hundreds of thousands of people couldn't escape, including the local clergy of the Church of the Night and their corresponding Night Watch squads."

"Luckily, that city doesn't have the Storm Church yet, otherwise..."

Having received the answer, the blond boy nodded thoughtfully, confirming the question that had been nagging at him for a long time.

That is, as an outsider, does he have any attraction to other higher-level things in this world?

This time, having ruled out the influence of the dead ghost and the narcissist, Ron finally arrived at a definite answer:

Have!

His own symbolism continues to attract those with similar characteristics or higher-level things!

For example, symbols that represent "time and space," "omniscient wisdom," and "the unity of all things," and so on.

This seems to be the influence of that "aggregator monster," who has been eyeing his body and wanting to devour him, even after he has been "torn to pieces."

"Great, that's lucky! Do you know the exact location? Take me there!"

With a confused expression, Ron smoothed his golden hair, raised his head arrogantly, and gave orders to his top expert.

"No problem, that's the place."

At this point, Pales Zoroaster paused, then suddenly froze, a look of surprise on his face.

Because this clone discovered that He had no idea, or rather, had forgotten, where the original body and that kid had gone!

"Oh no, I think I can't contact my original body anymore!"

"Ha, useless old codger~"

"We still have too little information. We have no way of knowing that villain's purpose. Who knows which city he will sacrifice to that so-called Grim Reaper this time!?"

"Daniel, Sage, and Ivano, these three are members of the Spirit Cult discovered between tonight and yesterday. According to the telegram, they were present at the large-scale sacrifice a month ago."

"This time, we must investigate them thoroughly, no matter what. The church has always been at odds with the Spiritual Church, and they are especially hostile towards us, so nobody knows what kind of big incident they will cause next!"

"Leonard, according to intelligence, Daniel seems to frequent the bars in the East District. I've assigned you to investigate him. He's not particularly strong, but he's very clever. He's been acting as that villain's strategist. Remember, don't... uh..."

The deacon in charge of explaining the situation and assigning tasks paused for a moment, then used a proverb invented by Russell.

"Remember not to alert them. This city-state is still essentially within the sphere of influence of the Rose School. Although it's not as dangerous as before, they still don't welcome us!"

"No problem, Captain Soster!"

Soft but pale sunlight streamed through the clouds onto the deserted streets. Leonard, already disguised, refused to take a rickshaw and chose to walk to his destination.

"Hahaha, what were they thinking, choosing to let you deal with the smartest one?"

"Hahahaha, does that butler really expect you to kill the other guy with your stupidity?"

The old voice laughed heartily. He, Pales, had never heard such a good joke in all his life, so as soon as Leonard finished the meeting, he began to laugh at this foolish boy.

"Old man, what do you know? This is called feigning ignorance!"

The poet was in a bad mood, but he couldn't find any points to refute, so he could only habitually retort with a sullen remark.

"Pah, don't be shameless. I could admit you were lucky, after all, you met me. But true wisdom lies in feigning foolishness. That phrase Rosell invented only applies to the latter part of you!"

The archangel didn't hold back, relentlessly seeking amusement and relentlessly mocking this guy who could infuriate Him to the point of ascending to heaven.

"Tch~ I'm just pursuing higher efficiency, an old fogey like you who's out of touch with the times wouldn't understand!"

"So, you ask me everything? Do you really think I'm a magic mirror that answers every question?"

Pales curled his lip, then grinned mischievously and asked a simple question.

"How many days have you been in this city?"

"Old man, are you getting senile? It's been three days already!"

The black-haired, blue-eyed poet curled his lip and finally seized the opportunity to openly and honestly retort.

Hey, you little rascal!

Seemingly sensing the disrespect in Leonard's words, the Archangel of Sequence One chuckled and asked a question that sent chills down Leonard's spine.

"Since you remember it's been a full three days, have you felt thirsty or hungry? And don't you even need an hour or two of sleep each day anymore?"

As soon as the aged voice fell, the poet's rapid steps came to an abrupt halt, and his thoughts exploded instantly.

"Old man, what do you mean by this?!"

Subconsciously, he activated his external brain.

"What do you mean? It means exactly what it says. You seem to have forgotten about eating, drinking, and sleeping. No, you don't need to sleep anyway."

Pales's teasing voice drifted out slowly, leaving Leonard Mitchell stunned on the spot.

According to his memory, after the Red Gloves squad entered the city, he seemed to have forgotten the instincts of these creatures, as if he no longer needed them.

But how could he possibly forget something so obvious and so important?!

And his teammates seemed to have forgotten about it.

Even if he really is mentally impaired, as the old man said, to the point that he forgets to eat and drink, what about his teammates?

"Old man, are we alright? Have we been infected or something? What's going on?"

With a thought flashing through his mind, Leonard abandoned the extremely inefficient method of thinking for himself and directly sought the answer from the "old man".

"Beg me!"

But Palez Zoroaster remained unperturbed, even having the leisure to tease this disrespectful brat.

Seeing Leonard fall silent, He chuckled twice and said to himself:

"Actually, your team leader has already noticed something amiss. His name is Soster, right?"

"However, he chose not to make it public, fearing that something uncontrollable might happen to you. In the mysterious world, once some things are exposed, they may be irreversible."

"Based on my observation, he seemed to want to send a telegram to the outside world to request help, but there was no telegraph office in this city."

"Old man, you don't seem too nervous. Aren't you afraid that something might happen to you, or that you might encounter something terrible?"

Hearing the unhurried tone of the "old man" inside him, Leonard felt relieved. He forced a smile and tried to provoke the old man to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.

"Ha, stop showing off your little tricks. What problems could I possibly have in this dump? What terrible things could I possibly encounter?"

If I can't even solve one sequence, then we might as well slit our throats and commit suicide; that might be a quicker and easier way out.

He inwardly scoffed, then the archangel continued in an lecturing tone:

"Be careful and cautious in everything you do, and having backup plans is crucial!"

"You always just go with 'good enough, good enough, good enough,' and in the end, you'll be the one who suffers!"

Seeing Leonard nod like a chick pecking at rice, Pales was extremely pleased and continued to boast about himself with a smile.

"Look at me, I created several clones before you even started your mission. Now I can contact your Church of the Night without lifting a finger and have them send someone to investigate."

"That's the advantage of having a backup plan!"

"Old man, stop talking nonsense and contact them already!"

With a clear idea in mind, Leonard quickly urged the "old man" inside him to work harder.

"Heh, just wait. I'll have my clone anonymously report you, then you can coordinate from the inside out, hmm?"

The archangel of Sequence One stopped speaking abruptly, uttering a surprised question.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

Leonard was startled and quickly followed up with a question.

"Something's up here. I think I can't contact my clone anymore!"

After a long silence, Palez Zoroaster shamelessly admitted his mistake.

"Ha, you old man."

"Don't worry, so what if you don't have a clone? I can still get you out of here!"

Before Leonard could finish his sarcastic remark, Palles immediately changed the subject, offering a gentle lecture:

"That's the power of strength—most of the time, it gives you the ability to overcome difficulties!"

Having said that, He shut His mouth and sent out a clone to carefully sense the outside world, attempting to leave this increasingly strange city by physical means.

The Time Insect burrowed into the Spirit Realm from mid-air, attempting to escape directly in this way, but found that the corresponding Spirit Realm space was actually sealed off by a special force.

That intense power of death, mixed with the joy of new life, formed a cycle of constant death and rebirth.

"grass"

The Time Insect's face twitched. Sensing the extremely high level of this power, it immediately exploited the error to create a loophole and forcibly break through the rules. However, just as it was about to succeed, this clone suddenly lost contact.

"grass!"

The archangel of Sequence One cursed aloud, feeling that the current situation seemed to be unfolding as he had anticipated.

"What's wrong with the old man? Is even his 'strength' not working?"

"It's alright, I'm completely at ease. Tell me, even if we don't have the power, we'll surely find other ways!"

Leonard sensed the old man's unusual behavior. He smirked, not wanting to hear the worst possible outcome.

"No, without power we're doomed!"

(End of this chapter)