Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 297 The Primordial Creator in Action (3.2K)

The Queen.

Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

A sumptuous lunch is underway, but unlike what is described in newspapers and magazines, lunches at the homes of noble families are not dull and monotonous, with every word and action adhering to etiquette.

Because this is a rare time for the family to gather together, talking and communicating with each other is undoubtedly the most important thing to do.

"Dad, what's wrong? What happened?"

Cutting off a piece of steak from her own estate, Audrey Hall looked at her father, whose brow was slightly furrowed, and asked curiously.

As a mind reader, she could naturally tell that her father seemed to have something on his mind lately.

"Perhaps I could try to help Dad resolve this; that would fit the role of a 'psychologist.' I wonder if this role-playing can be done beforehand."

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and she smiled lightly, looking at Earl Hall, who seemed eager to express himself.

"Looks like my acting skills aren't that great; even my adorable little princess noticed?"

Earl Hall first made a self-deprecating remark to lighten the mood.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, Audrey. Do you remember the village near our Hall family's castle in East Chestershire that had a custom of worshipping dragons?"

Faced with his daughter's curiosity, the humorous count did not give a dry, direct explanation, but instead gave her a test.

"Dragons? I've never heard of them. It's also because I've spent far more time in Backlund than in that decaying ancient castle."

The beautiful noblewoman pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure out where the village in her territory that involved "dragons" was.

"Daddy~"

She puffed out her cheeks and tried to get her father to tell her quickly in the same coquettish tone she used when she was a child.

"Well, if it weren't for the telegram from them, I wouldn't have known that the village had such a custom."

"My dear, a large-scale sinkhole has occurred there, burying a third of the population underground. As their nominal lord, I naturally have to launch a rescue operation and make arrangements for the refugees."

"That area is no longer habitable, so I need to move them to a safe place as soon as possible."

Earl Hall stopped teasing his daughter and explained the whole story clearly in one go.

"But Dad, this kind of thing doesn't require you to expend so much effort, does it?"

Audrey frowned and pondered for a moment, then realized something was amiss. What she meant by not needing to expend effort was not that they shouldn't rescue the refugees, but rather that this rescue operation was not a problem at all for the wealthy and powerful Hall family.

A mere tens of thousands of pounds is enough to arrange everything.

"Audrey, although Father is right, things cannot be judged by appearances."

At this moment, Hilbert Hall, who had just swallowed a bite of steak, smiled and added the unspoken subtext his father had left unsaid.

"Resettling refugees is not a difficult task, but the conservatives in the kingdom always use this as an excuse to criticize us. If we do anything imperfect, they will seize on it, distort it, and spread rumors about it."

"So we have to do it quickly and well, before they get a chance!"

"I see."

Hearing that it was yet another pointless political struggle, the noblewoman lost interest in the village that worshipped dragons.

"Levicht!!!"

In East Chestershire, in the vast ocean of the collective subconscious of all living beings, a dragon with eyes filled with madness and slaughter is circling.

This "Insightful One," corresponding to Sequence Two, is the offspring of the ancient god Angorweid, the "Dragon of Imagination," who has come to realize that this place once belonged to the dragons in ancient times.

He wreaked havoc in the ocean of the subconscious, unleashing all sorts of bizarre yet powerful extraordinary abilities in the realm of the mind.

Because of the lack of anchor, He inevitably fell into madness and bloodlust.

This angelic level of destruction will inevitably cause a terrible disaster!

It is foreseeable that the number of people with mental illness will surge in East Chestershire over the next few decades.

"Levicht!!!"

The brief dragon language words echoed once again in the sea of ​​the collective subconscious, and Erihog could feel a will within him rapidly expanding, about to awaken.

After this will was restored to a certain extent, it seemed to hear a kind call in its ears, as well as information about the miraculous city of Levihard.

Although He didn't know the purpose of this strange call, and although He didn't know why He had mistakenly killed those humans, but...

Yet, He strangely sensed the location of the City of Miracles.

The king of all dragons, the imaginary dragon Angorweid, is there!

Finally, He stopped lingering. The gray-white dragon flapped its wings, but His remaining sanity was overwhelmed by endless madness. He followed the strange call, heading into the depths of the collective unconscious, into a secluded and isolated area, into the home of all dragons.

"I told you so! If you had told me sooner, none of this would have happened. Now look what's happened!"

Ron loosened Amanisis's long, slender fingers, took two steps forward, grabbed His shoulders, and shook Him wildly.

The incredible speed left afterimages of Miss Wolf's head, and her two wolf ears, exposed on her head, twitched, mercilessly ruining the goddess's dignified and aloof aura.

"I only recently discovered that the secrets there have been 'fooled'."

Dark pupils followed the veil that had been shaken off, and the deity who held the reins of secrecy seemed rather guilty.

He never imagined that after so many years as the mastermind, he would be the one to be deceived.

"How long ago was 'recently'?!"

"Ten seconds ago."

Upon hearing this answer, the blond boy was furious. So this is how you look down on "half a fool"?

Despite his best efforts to guard against it, Ron Sothos still fell into a trap, and the "Lord of Mysteries" found an opportunity.

Whenever He goes all out, the suppression of will inevitably weakens, and without suppression, or with little suppression, the two pillars within Ron can accomplish a great deal.

Moreover, their will does not exist only within Ron's body.

A "miracle worker" who forcibly drinks the "Mysterious Servant" potion without completing the ritual is certainly a troublesome individual.

Is it a big problem?

Having some understanding of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" but not in detail, the Goddess of Night regained her composure and immediately consulted "professionals".

"That's a big problem!"

"Madam, listen to that stupid question you asked!"

"You should be thankful that Zarathustra, who only completed half of the ritual, was able to hold on. You should also be thankful that He was a Sequence Two before, and not a Sequence Three!"

"At His level, consuming Sequence Two traits from this or an adjacent pathway to further amplify the effects isn't that significant. However, if one possesses traits from the 'Key of the Star,' the 'Worm of Time,' or the 'Mysterious Servant,' then that becomes a real problem!"

"At that time, when Zarathustra completely submits to His will, the Lord of Mysteries will surely return. He will ascend the Source Castle, generating a powerful fusion and truly restoring himself to his peak!"

"Perhaps there's an even simpler way: just take the Source Castle and generate the aggregation!"

"I am what He hates most, so I will be eliminated immediately!"

"And you, most likely, will be the second one. That poor wretch who got bothered by you really infuriated him!"

Taking a deep breath, Ron finally released the shoulders of the Goddess of Night and explained the seriousness of the problem to her.

"Fatball, don't think so badly of me. The first one I'll take down is definitely that demon wolf; you're next in line."

"You should also be grateful that He saved your life. If it weren't for Him, I would have been resurrected long ago, and I wouldn't have time to chat with you like this."

At that moment, a vile word came from Ron's left cheek, sounding extremely pleased.

He, the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity, can finally hold his head high and no longer has to play the subservient role!

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate the power of Heaven.

"Thank you so much! No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

The blond boy's handsome face contorted as he frantically thrashed at the gash on his right cheek, simultaneously using even more of his will and authority to dangle and whip the two wills within his body.

"That is."

Upon hearing this extremely evil, extremely despicable, and extremely pleasurable voice, Amanisis was suddenly stunned and had a guess.

"Sometimes, having voices constantly talking in your head can be really annoying."

Ron's lack of a direct response indirectly confirmed Miss Wolf's thoughts.

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Amanises fell silent again, then silently took a few steps back, adopting a defensive posture, as if afraid that the terrifying will from before would suddenly appear and tear Him apart completely.

"Don't worry, they can't cause any trouble inside me. I can easily suppress them!"

"Now, immediately, take me to the place where Zarathustra became a mysterious servant. Hopefully, it's not too late, and we can make it in time!"

Ignoring the strange attitude of the Goddess of the Night, the blond boy immediately stepped forward. He wanted to tug at Miss Wolf's arm, but due to his height, he could only shift his target and tug at her black dress.

"What do you want to do?"

The Night Wolf hesitated before asking. Although the matter was urgent, it believed that necessary precautions were still required, as this was the caution it relied on for survival.

"Ha, I can go back in time and give that Zarathustra a little help so that things aren't too bad."

"Go back to the past? You can go back in time and change what has already happened!?"

The god in charge of secrets took a small breath, never expecting that this little lecher would have such abilities.

If He could go back in time, could He go back to that era?

The aloof goddess twitched her fluffy wolf ears, and for the first time, her eyes lost focus as she drifted into a beautiful fantasy.

"Of course, but I can't change too much right now, because the past is already set in stone. If I make too many changes, it will inevitably lead to all sorts of mistakes in the present and future, which could be exploited and make the situation even worse!"

"In the past, I could change things at will, but now, to avoid making mistakes, I can only project my existence into Zarathustra's past and help Him complete a mysterious servant ritual in the past!"

"Hurry up, I'm worried the history there will be destroyed, turned into a fabrication. Ask me any questions you have after we're done!"

Ron explained the principles in detail while urging the Goddess of Night on.

"Okay! Come with me, hopefully there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

With her eyes lowered and her mind clear, Miss Wolf responded and, without wasting any more time, directly used her hidden authority to open a door.

"That is the land of night, and also the place where Antigonus sleeps."

He gave a brief introduction, then quickly concealed himself and the boy, disappearing instantly.

(End of this chapter)