Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 328 The Primal: Basic Operations, Don't Be Fooled (3.2K)

"Hmph, protect me... I need your protection?"

Upon hearing this reason, Miss Wolf snorted coldly, hesitated for a moment, and then let Ron take away the uniqueness of "The Fool". She felt very helpless about the shamelessness of the little minions.

I've been the one who helped you a lot; I've been running around taking care of everything...

With a deep sigh, Amanisis's thoughts churned like the fine, golden bubbles inside a misty champagne bottle.

To be honest, what Ron just said really startled Him, and He even considered whether to cooperate more deeply with the small fry in order to avoid being spied on by the mysterious Lord hiding in the shadows.

Because of that day's "fingers-on-the-fingers" that made Him realize that although those "pillars" and "old ones" lacked characteristics and authority, their innate high status could still easily suppress those who became "true gods" by relying on the magic potion system.

This is quite terrifying and quite despairing, because it means that they will never be rid of and will exist forever in their own will.

The so-called deeper cooperation, of course, is to bring over that little slut Lilith, using her to seduce that small fry and thus provide him with assistance.

However, after much thought, He felt that this was not quite right. Perhaps out of a conscience that had not been completely extinguished, Amanisis always felt that doing so would leave a small knot in his heart, so he abandoned this kind of plan and decided to rely on himself.

"Thanks……"

In the spirit realm, within a deep and dark hidden world, a silent sigh echoed quietly, then became completely hidden, untouchable by anyone.

……

"You're not running away? Or are you planning to betray your father and acknowledge me as your father?"

Returning to the Forsaken Land, and finding the campfire burning with the remains of the "Red Angel," the silver-haired woman looked at Amon with some surprise.

This guy used to provoke me whenever he saw me, and then I would forcibly discipline him.

It's hard to imagine that if she encountered enough Amons, trained them, and then blocked all their clones, and then shared all their memories with the main body when they met the main body, wouldn't Amons be kneeling on the ground, dying of pleasure?

"Ha, your current circumstances don't support the 'father' option."

"Or rather, are you like Medici, that dead guy who died twice, capable of switching genders on your own?"

After taking off his monocle and wiping it, this high-ranking Amon was extremely skilled at "provocative" remarks, mocking two people with just one sentence.

However, the silver-haired woman simply smiled and shook her head helplessly in the face of such ridicule.

Suddenly, with a crisp "snap," the monocle was sent flying dozens of meters away, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing on the ground with a "thud."

"Ha, you haven't grasped the essence of provocation at all..."

"You've certainly achieved your goal of using harsh language, but have you thought about how to avoid getting beaten up?"

"I rely on strength, and Medici relies on extraordinary abilities, so what do you rely on?"

The silver-haired woman stepped forward and lifted the monkey off the ground.

This clone of Amon was completely dumbfounded. He had never seen such a lowly person of high status. Even "Leodro" would not have attacked without saying a word.

"Tell me, what is your purpose?!"

Ron shook the collar of the angel's classic wizard robe and asked sternly.

Ever since Ron last encountered Amon pretending to be a "dead ghost" to scare him, he has had a vivid memory of this, especially since the "dead ghost" has just revived and been banned.

Zarathustra is no match for Amon. If this Angel of Time were to encounter any problems, it would be difficult for her to handle the situation.

Seemingly sensing danger, or perhaps unable to figure out how to avoid being beaten, Shi Tianshi pushed up her monocle and curled the corners of her mouth.

"How rude! Medici initially praised you highly, saying he was your second-in-command and that you had him handle many things personally, showing how much he valued him..."

Ron glanced at the red angel, who remained unfazed even in his evil spirit form, but ultimately decided against revealing her true identity as a cooking maid.

The dignified King of Angels has fallen to such a wretched state; if it were her, she wouldn't even dare to speak up.

"Stop talking nonsense, what is the purpose of my question?!"

"Madam, please don't rush. I've lost so many clones, I have to investigate..."

"If we don't investigate, we will be very unhappy. This will make members of parliament dissatisfied and may even affect the status of the anchor."

"Furthermore, the main body learned some things from Medici, which it found very interesting. It wanted to make a deal with you, so it left me here."

"I don't really mind if you hit me or scold me, after all, I'm just a clone..."

Under Ron's bloodshot gaze, Amon00001 finally confessed the truth.

Its main purpose was to discuss history before the First Age and important information concerning His Father.

"Aren't you afraid I'll follow the clues to find your true form and kill you in one blow?"

"If that's the case, then that would be for the best. After all, I've hated the original body for a long time."

The angel of time's monocle reflected a warm, bright firelight, and His impeccable demeanor gave Ron a headache.

After giving Him a deep look, the silver-haired woman immediately snapped her fingers and imprinted "moral blackmail" on the Time Angel's forehead.

From now on, He will be subject to moral condemnation from within whenever He cheats, steals, or mocks someone.

All of this happened in an instant; the "Time Angel" didn't even have time to react before being caught in the trap.

"you!"

Aren't you bullying an honest person?!

His eyes widened in disbelief, and his monocle slipped to the ground. He never imagined that such a vicious curse existed in the world.

"Don't look like you've got your manhood in your hands!"

"Cheer up! From now on, you're a morally upright and good person."

After offering a word of encouragement to Amon, the silver-haired woman approached Ulrich and Medici, who were watching the commotion.

"So, are you mentally prepared?"

She asked that question.

To be honest, Ron is really a good boss. Although he can be a bit inhuman at times and his words can be a bit harsh, he is still much better than some evil gods or righteous gods.

The Red Angel and the Angel of Fate exchanged a glance, then sighed deeply and led the way.

A somber atmosphere unconsciously permeated everyone's hearts, even Amon, who was following at the very back, wiped his monocle as a gesture.

The Redemption Roses are named after redemption, but they simply don't have the ability to redeem the creator who protected humanity in the Second Era.

Being able to save him is already a testament to all the luck Ouroles had accumulated.

"Ron, you will."

The red angel hesitated to speak, but the meaning expressed by this loyal angel king was more obvious than anyone else.

"I'll give it a try because you're a good cook, but I can't guarantee it will be successful!"

"If He really is the ancient sun god, then He would surely want you to do this too."

In fact, I don't know if the "Ancient Sun God" would ask you to do this, but I know it will make you more efficient.

The silver-haired woman muttered to herself, showing no empathy for the somber atmosphere.

Just kidding, the "Ancient Sun God" suppressed her other uniqueness and characteristics in the chaotic seabed. It's already a great mercy of Ron Sothos that she didn't twist her head off.

In fact, she understood why the "Ancient Sun God" would do this; it was nothing more than a transaction and a calculation, to have her cultivate an omniscient and omnipotent being, or to stand on His side in the final battle.

Not long after, the group arrived at a valley where it was pitch black, led by Ullolius.

"We've arrived. Passing through this darkness will lead us into the Lord's Kingdom, but this darkness is the very essence of corrupt authority, and it is extremely dangerous."

Before the angel of fate could finish speaking, the "extremely dangerous" darkness vanished in the blink of an eye.

Ron was taken aback by this unusual scene that seemed like a surrender, but she quickly realized something was wrong.

You bastard!

She cursed inwardly as she traversed space to search for that powerful aura of corruption, while simultaneously causing the "Wishing Lamp" and the "Fool" to float uniquely in mid-air.

The former took the initiative to be on guard, thus blocking the influence from the Chaos Sea, while the latter did not use Ron to force it, and also consciously activated the intelligence reduction field, trying to let the "Primordial Creator" hidden nearby taste the "dung".

His blood-red eyes suddenly stopped as they scanned the area, fixing their gaze on a naked man who was nailed upside down to a cross.

However, He had already fallen into a deep sleep and was not reacting to the changes in the outside world at all.

Without needing to say more, Ron's intuition told her that this was the true creator!

However, in her perception, this being's position was not "Sequence Zero," but rather the Angel King who possessed "uniqueness" and two Sequence Ones!

As Emperor Rosell once said, "Where there's life, there's hope."

The "Primordial Creator" took one of its characteristics and ran away!

This ending was unexpected not only by Ron but by everyone else; she had thought that coming here would be a tough battle.

Looking at the uniqueness of the "Fool" who was still in the realm of idiocy reduction, Ron wondered if it was because of this pile of dung that the "Primordial Creator" had directly fled.

I'd estimate there's an 80% chance!

Moreover, if you want to take the special ability and run away, you need a vessel, or someone needs to hold a special ceremony to bestow authority upon it.

"Damn it!!!"

Ron's heart sank. He knew this wasn't the time to dwell on these things. The most important thing now was to awaken the "True Creator" and see if He knew what had happened in the end.

"Come in, all of you. There's no need to resolve this anymore!"

As soon as the cold voice fell, two angel kings, whose condition was not good, descended from the sky and saw the "true creator" at this moment.

They rushed forward and examined the condition of the Creator in their own way.

It was only at this moment that Ron realized that this evil god who held the power over the Fallen Realm also had black curly hair and black pupils.

"And you still say He's not your father!"

Ron tugged at the robes of the angel who was slowly walking over, and felt that this guy was truly heartless and despicable, not even recognizing his own father.

"He has nothing to do with me. My father is clothed and standing."

Pushing up his monocle, the Time Angel glanced disdainfully at the True Creator, his eyes filled with snobbery and contempt.

His reaction left Ron speechless. Indeed, the image of the "true creator" was quite undignified, which explained why neither of His two sons recognized Him.

(End of this chapter)