Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 296 The Mysterious Return (3.2K)

"Ah. Ah."

However, this behavior only intensifies the painful groans and serves no purpose whatsoever.

This is a torture that even that cunning fellow Amon could not endure; this is the destiny that He will share with His endless future.

Thousands upon thousands of waves of pain swept over her, causing the noble goddess, unable to escape, to collapse to her knees.

The fact that He didn't writhe on the ground in pain or scream is the limit of His endurance!

"Quickly, let go!"

With a hint of pleading in her words, the surrounding darkness silently spread, attempting to devour everything.

At that moment, the distance between the blond boy and Amanisis was hidden, disappeared, vanished!

But before the beautiful lady could recover from the pain, she suddenly saw that everything around her had lost all color, and in an instant, the entire dark heavenly kingdom had become a world made of black and white.

The boy's warm, smooth hand followed immediately, and he grasped Miss Wolf's left little finger.

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"secret!"

The Goddess of Night trembled slightly, immediately mobilizing her authority to return to a state of secrecy, attempting to conceal herself once more, to hide everything, and to make herself unobservable and untraceable.

However, the authority He was exercising at this moment did not respond in the slightest, as if that authority had been frozen in the past and could not return to this point in time.

"Don't waste your energy. Although I can't beat that old shrew on the moon, I'm not as weak as I seem!"

"Those ordinary Outer Gods and Old Ones are no match for me now, let alone a mere Sequence Zero like you."

"Stop laughing! Why aren't you laughing anymore?!"

The blond boy smiled broadly at Amanisis, who was no longer able to laugh. His smile was extremely beautiful, like a blooming golden sunflower.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, a smile doesn't disappear; it simply moves from your face to mine.

"Pleasure me! Run away! Let's see how far you can escape!"

"Today I'll show you firsthand the difference between Sequence Zero and Pillar!"

Before Amanises could organize his words, Ron clenched his fist, and in an instant, an even louder female groan of pain echoed throughout the entire Dark Heaven.

Wherever the sound passed, the remaining deep-sleeping flowers folded their petals, as if unwilling to witness this horrific scene.

"Hmph!!!"

"Let go! I was wrong. I'll never scheme against you again!"

"You bastard, you lecherous scoundrel, is this how you treat a lady?!"

"Ha ha. Ronha, you're a disgusting bastard, a despicable bastard!"

In this extreme pain, Amanises' eyes were filled with tears. Seeing that his authority was suppressed and temporarily unusable, he immediately began to hurl insults at Ron, completely tearing off his veneer of kindness.

"I can tell that's the truth. Is that how you see me?"

The blond boy asked the question without any awareness, clearly unaware of how much his loose tongue had diminished his impression of him.

If he could win the lady's favor, it would be even more surprising than Mr. Fool finding ten thousand pounds by sheer luck.

Seeing the noble goddess's sweat dripping down, already soaking her black veil and part of her dress, Ron released his palm and let her withdraw her fingers, continuing to gently knead them.

"Otherwise what? When we first met, your foul mouth was like it had eaten feces. What good impression do you expect me to have of you?!"

"Do you really think you can make me grovel and submit to you with your personal charm, seduce you like a witch and lure you to mate with me? What are you thinking?!"

"Your Highness Ron~ You little pervert~ Do you like these nicknames!?"

"You damned bastard, you deserve to die a thousand times!!!"

Seeing her disguise completely torn apart, the Goddess of the Night stopped pretending and loudly cursed the blond boy's every word and action, feeling that acting with Ron was truly exhausting.

Not only do you have to tolerate his foul mouth, but you also have to keep him happy. This is simply not in line with his old silver coin persona.

So, He, Amanises, stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table!

Just then, Miss Wolf noticed the blond boy adjust his monocle, shift his sweat-drenched body slightly backward as he sat on the flower, and asked warily:

"What do you want to do?"

"Heh, it's nothing. Compared to your previous insincerity, I still prefer the real you."

Ron pursed his lips, offering no response.

"Tch~ So Prince Ron can speak properly after all!"

"So this is a compliment?"

The Goddess of the Night chuckled softly, delivering a sarcastic remark laced with sarcasm.

You can understand it this way.

"only"

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"I heard all your slander and insults against me, and you, this cunning fellow, are trying to pin the blame on me, as if I forced you. But isn't all of this the result of your own scheming?"

"And I'm the victim, right? How can you be so self-righteous!?"

Although the blond boy appeared outwardly calm, he was inwardly furious. He couldn't imagine how such a shameless woman could exist.

Suddenly, a warm, soft hand, representing pain, grasped the index finger of the Goddess of Night, causing her rapidly retreating figure to stop in place, unable to move.

"You have many arms and many fingers. I'll break them all off as punishment for insulting me!"

Upon hearing this, Amanisis immediately pulled back the remaining wolf arms, trying to reduce some of the pain.

"Cut it out~ even toes count!"

Amidst the sneer, the blond boy watched as Miss Wolf's face turned red and then even redder. It took Amanisis several seconds to suppress his explosive anger.

For thousands of years, His emotions had never been stirred so intensely, partly due to the suppression of His divinity, and partly because no one would act so irrationally towards Him as Sequence Zero.

Even the most volatile "Lord of Storms" will usually restrain himself and side with Him.

However, this might be a good thing for "her".

"Zarathustra has disappeared!"

Miss Wolf pursed her lips, her movements less dignified than before and more human, and uttered a completely unrelated remark.

"Who?"

"Zarathustra, the leader of the secret order, the semi-out-of-control, enigmatic servant, He has disappeared! I can't find Him!"

The Fussac Empire.

The Gargas Islands.

A shoe fell from the sky, guiding the bewildered celestial beings toward the path ahead.

"Mr. Abraham, we haven't reached our destination yet; we must continue eastward!"

"Galich, according to the Abrahamic family records, further east lies a phantom ocean, a very dangerous place, a battlefield of gods, where deities have fallen!"

An elderly gentleman, dressed in thick clothes, wearing glasses, about 1.75 meters tall, and around 50 years old, gave a warning to his companion who had come back to life.

"You Abrahams have quite a lot of hidden history recorded, but didn't you already take the 'Star Staff' from your family? Why are you still afraid?"

"If I could be resurrected, I wouldn't be afraid."

Muttering a helpless sigh to himself, the gray-haired old man said seriously:

"That was an extremely dangerous sealed artifact, and it was already sacrificed on the main peak of Hornachis!"

Reflecting on what he had seen and heard over the past few weeks, this elder of the Abraham family couldn't help but lament his own lack of knowledge.

Although his family had many notes, none of them could compare to firsthand experience. This allowed him to digest a significant amount of the potion he had used as a "Recorder," and in at most another month, he could attempt to advance to the rank of "Traveler."

As for whether this would lead to loss of control or exacerbate the curse, this elder of the Abraham family did not care.

Because he had already received the blessing of his ancestors, the curse on his body had long since disappeared.

"Once I find the location of my ancestors, once I become a demigod, the glory of the Abraham family will be restored!"

"And I will be recorded in Abraham's annals, becoming a heroic figure, revered by generations to come!"

The old man muttered to himself, completely ignoring Garridge, who was looking at him strangely as if he were an idiot.

He hadn't felt this kind of exhilaration for many years, but when he sacrificed the 'Star Staff' on the main peak of Hornakis, he suddenly felt his mind was incredibly clear, and a heavy sense of mission unconsciously welled up in his heart.

"Thank you for the guidance of our ancestors; I will not let you down."

With a "thud," blood splattered, and pain shot through him. The old man looked down and saw a sharp knife piercing through his heart.

"I'm sorry, God says He doesn't need you anymore!"

Amidst what sounded like a devil's whisper, this man with lofty ideals fell into a pool of blood, without even having time to utter a last word.

"It's a pity, actually he's not there yet."

After muttering something inexplicable, Garic dragged the body to a secluded corner where a coffin he had prepared beforehand was located.

The coffin was made entirely of mahogany, and was painted with strange and twisted bluish-black symbols. They were one after another, layer upon layer, and each symbol was filled with chaos and madness. Anyone who looked at it would have their skin torn off and mutate into a terrible monster.

With a "thump," the corpse was thrown within five meters of the blood-red coffin. Garridge closed his eyes, waiting for "God" to finish eating.

Crunch, crunch, a series of chilling chewing sounds quickly rang out, and the corpse disappeared in just a few seconds.

"Go to the Eastern Continent, the Forsaken Land, to find the monocle and the demon wolf."

"Go to Backlund and eliminate 'The Fool,' Klein Moretti. Distract them."

"We humbly obey your will, Great Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity!"

"You have already dispatched personnel to Backlund as instructed!"

Intermittent revelations descended once more, and Garitch knelt on the ground in a frenzy, performing a ritual beyond this world—the three prostrations and nine kowtows—to the old man inside the coffin.

Then he nimbly got up, wrapped the strange coffin, which looked like it was covered in red hair, in a black cloth, carried it on his back, and walked step by step toward the place indicated by the god.

"The fall will help us. The door will remain ajar. He needs my help to maintain the balance of the half-madness boundary. If it's too late, we won't be able to get in."

In this intermittent revelation, the Celestial's favorite grasped the projection of the jewel-encrusted staff that had suddenly appeared.

The extraordinary ability of 'travel' immediately came to mind, and in an instant, he arrived on a strange ocean.

"Hurry. Faster. He has already noticed."

(End of this chapter)