Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 319 Leodorus!!! (3.3K)

Wednesday.

East of the Gargas Islands, within the ruins of the God Wars.

The midday sun suddenly descended, and the intense heat instantly evaporated several centimeters of the azure sea surface.

However, despite the intense sunlight, a figure draped in a black robe remained completely unaffected, strolling leisurely across the water.

"No way, you really cried?"

"Think of something positive, like how you've proven your stupidity once again~"

"Get out of here, it's none of your business!!!"

The Celestial Venerable's gentle comfort caused the "Genius" to change his expression instantly. The invisible rules of punishment, like a lion with its mane bristling, tore the black robe and hood with lace trim to shreds in an instant.

However, just as this invisible punishment was about to slash a deep, bone-revealing wound onto the silver-haired lady's right cheek, it vanished without a trace, as if it had turned into a wisp of breeze, or as if it had never existed at all.

The process for determining disciplinary action has been removed!

"You're very good at provoking."

Ron squeezed the wishing lamp in his hand, and, suppressing the newfound respect of the heavens that had risked their lives to run out just to provoke a question, he squeezed out a sentence out of nowhere.

"This isn't my fault. You know I'm the rule-maker. Anyone who speaks ill of me will be punished. That's my authority and my symbol!"

However, the "genie" was not afraid. His words were full of excuses, such as "I didn't mean it" and "It's not my fault."

No matter how you look at it, there's no reason to believe his little actions.

And without a reason, what can you do to me?

Go ahead and hit me if you dare!

"Ha, I didn't realize you were so good at finding loopholes!"

Faced with the "genie's" hidden anger, the silver-haired lady did not tolerate it. She kicked the wishing lamp at a speed that broke the limit, sending it flying thousands of nautical miles and crashing straight into the coastline of the Eastern Continent.

As it turns out, some people and some things are completely unreasonable.

In the void outside the Forsaken Land, a series of hidden, iron-black gates, shrouded in a corrupt and malevolent aura, suddenly appeared.

This is a symbol of the sealed-off land of the gods, and the iron black gate that is sealed layer by layer is not real. No matter which angle you look at it from, it will present its face to the observer, blocking everything from the outside world.

Suddenly, the illusory clanging of chains rang out, as if the intruder had been detected.

Endless darkness descended upon this place, with the faint sound of seawater surging upwards. From the depths of the darkness, ancient black blood seeped out, instantly eroding the surrounding relatively normal soil and seawater, turning it into a fleshy, bloody land with eyes, and a thick, viscous, crimson, foul-smelling liquid.

Seeing this, the silver-haired woman, who was quite a distance away, frowned, realizing that the problem was not so simple.

Because the wishing lamp did not penetrate the seal as expected, but instead remained suspended in mid-air, spinning rapidly, as if an invisible force was struggling against it.

"Damn it! It's the aura of the Chaos Sea!"

"Without source matter, mere power is futile. What do you have to fight me with?!"

The genie roared in anger. He hadn't expected to assume the role of a "magical item" so quickly, which fueled his boundless rage, especially since he had only recently been deceived.

Being blatantly threatened and exploited is something no one could tolerate.

Above the magic lamp, black and white mist began to spread. This was a small part of the disordered kingdom, but it had unleashed incredible power on its original owner.

Although, according to the Child of Chaos, a source of this size would be nothing more than a small, dilapidated village within the Land of Chaos, the seal only contained the power of the Chaos Sea, without any substance of the Chaos Sea itself.

"This area must not be sealed off!"

With the solemn pronouncement of the Son of Chaos, the rules of the seal seem to have been distorted. Faced with the powerful "search" by law enforcement, no one can lock their doors and windows and hide out.

This is not a trial, but a distortion of the established rules to their own advantage!

The sound of snapping chains echoed continuously, and in the blink of an eye, the black iron gate reluctantly opened a crack, as if to say...

Please come in, sir.

The invincible Son of Chaos successfully defeated the primordial creator, completing His first stage goal.

This is the power of the rule-makers; connections mean they can do whatever they want!

"It seems the effort wasn't in vain; even just in terms of symbolism, His strength is quite impressive..."

Ron, who was quite a distance away, nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this, believing that his caution was necessary.

If the original body had gone there rashly, although it wouldn't have been affected on the spot, it would have suffered some losses in silence.

Seeing that the golden, twisted figure disappeared without pausing, Ron's clone followed closely behind, squeezing through the crack in the door.

As for her true form, she guards this ocean that is both illusory and real, preventing any unnecessary accidents.

Night fell silently, and the ocean, which had been at midday just moments before, was instantly dominated by the crimson moon.

"If you can help me get water from the River of Eternal Darkness, then there might still be a chance to salvage the situation..."

"And with Stiano's help, the situation can't get any worse..."

The gentle, calming voice traveled on the night sea breeze to Ron's ears, causing her to furrow her high eyebrows.

"Ha, dream on, Amanisis. Sometimes I can't believe you're even more cold-blooded than I am... to try and sell that poor 'Creator' for a good price at a time like this!"

"Your scheming and ruthlessness chill me to the bone. To be honest, I hate you right now!"

Ron's tone was devoid of any emotion, as if he truly hated scheming people, just as he said.

Hidden in the darkness and concealed within, Miss Demon Wolf fell silent. She never imagined that she would be taught a lesson by an Outer God who was "cold," "mad," and "evil" in her lifetime.

"You...don't like me this way?"

He asked, somewhat hesitantly, for some reason.

"Yes!"

Ron responded concisely, without much preamble.

"Is that so? Then for His Highness Ron's sake, I'll have to make do with this."

The goddess of the night, hidden in the shadows, chuckled softly, as if making a teasing joke.

"Then... dear Mr. Ron, could you please get me some water from the River of Eternal Darkness?"

Miss Demon Wolf asked this question.

His words were quite sincere, without any attempt to cover them up with various excuses, fully exposing the desires and ambitions of the goddess of night.

"Ha, no way!"

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, and he once again refused Miss Demon Wolf's very sincere request.

Why?

Amanisis was stunned, not understanding why she was still rejected after expressing herself so bluntly.

"Ha, because you spoke too directly, revealing your ambition!"

"..."

So you enjoy seeing me being played by you, don't you?

What a despicable guy!

Miss Devil Wolf was momentarily dazed, but she successfully realized how wicked and troublesome Ron the little minion was.

"Fuck you!"

He cursed and swore, tearing away all pretense and revealing his truest self.

……

"Bang!"

With a clanging sound of chains, the dark iron gate suddenly slammed shut, emitting a deafening, ethereal roar.

At this moment, all connections between the land forsaken by the gods and the outside world are severed, and even if the true name of the gods is uttered here, no divine punishment will be incurred.

Of course, some names still can't be said aloud, such as...

"Leodorus!!!"

The silver-haired woman embraced the wishing lamp and called out loudly. In just an instant, thousands of lightning bolts simultaneously enveloped the area, successfully clearing away the monsters and corrupted forces within a radius of several thousand meters.

"It's so useful!"

Seeing this, the "genie" was rather gloating.

Because the Lord of Storms seems to be an "extraordinary item" that is often used by others.

"The connection has weakened..."

Ron grasped the pale, bloodless hand and sensed the weakening connection with her main body. This would reduce her abilities and make her main body's support less timely.

However, this is not very important to the overall plan.

After making a pact with the Genie, Ron used his alternate self, who remained in the Dark Kingdom, to negotiate with the little she-wolf that once she found the "True Creator," he would take the initiative and bear all the influence from that person.

The Goddess of Night will use the power of "dreams" to drag Him into slumber, while the God of Steam and Machinery will take care of the aftermath and eliminate Him in one blow.

Gang fights are just that convenient and straightforward.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. After confirming that nothing had been missed, Ron didn't linger. Holding the wishing lamp in his arms, he stepped alone into the depths of darkness.

Thunder rumbled in the pitch-black sky, occasionally illuminating the terrifying darkness that threatened to engulf everything. Everywhere one looked was chaos and desolation, shrouded in an inescapable sense of despair and oppression.

"Leodorus!"

The moment the cold voice fell, thunder and lightning erupted.

A blinding, pale light suddenly shone in the sky, and hundreds of bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, turning the twisted and hideous monster before the silver-haired woman into ashes and relieving it of its painful curse that had lasted for countless years.

The "crack" sound wasn't very clear amidst the thunder, but it still caught Ron's attention.

She looked down and saw that the monster was holding a piece of metal tightly in its hand. Because it had suffered a devastating blow, the metal inevitably fell out and collided with the stone with a crisp sound.

"He's a monster that turned from a human because he ate too much contaminated food."

With just one glance, the silver-haired woman realized the monster's special identity.

Amidst the thunderous roar, she stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the strange metal object.

Ron examined it closely and discovered that it was made of gold, and that it had various symbolic incantations and magical symbols on it, but the text and symbols had been eroded beyond recognition due to the passage of time.

The silver-haired woman rubbed the object in her palm, wiping away the stains, and discovered a line of small writing on the back, clearly engraved in "Giants' Language":

"I hope my dear husband Basel returns safely."

This is a talisman, which was definitely made by the remaining humans after the Great Cataclysm.

Because if it were a normal amulet with certain abilities, it certainly wouldn't have such a sentence on it, as that would cause errors in the incantation and prevent the ritual magic from responding.

Only here, on this land abandoned by the gods, would humans, unable to obtain divine response, inscribe their blessings on amulets whose symbolic meaning far outweighs their practical use.

In a hazy vision, the silver-haired woman seemed to see a gentle and virtuous wife in a city-state some unknown distance away, waiting for her husband, who had gone out to explore a way out, to return home.

However, he could no longer find his way home.

(End of this chapter)