Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 382 No Need for Chivalrous Codes When Dealing with Amon (3.7K)

"Mr. Destiny!"

Derrick Berg called out in surprise, then looked down and saw a 1.5-meter-tall boy with a blank expression, tugging at his robe.

Although you can't see the other person's face clearly during a tarot reading, their blond hair, golden eyes, and unique height speak volumes.

Ron loosened his grip, feeling utterly helpless. At this moment, all he wanted was to kick the two bastards inside him out so he could grow up quickly and avoid feeling that condescending gaze wherever he went.

He originally imagined himself as a senior figure, or as a deity patting Derrick on the shoulder to show off his "broad" back and his domineering confidence.

As a result, Ron was deterred by the other's height of 1.8 meters. In desperation, he had no choice but to change his mind and tug at the other's clean and neat clothes.

Since they've already asked for money, they should at least do something in return.

"The reason you deliberately left a clone by my side isn't just to gather intelligence or carry out some shady schemes, is it?"

Ron stepped forward, looked up at the obviously untrained Amon, and curled his lip in disdain.

"Wow, impressive, impressive~"

Amon first gave a boastful compliment, then slowly clapped his hands.

He took a deep breath and, with a slightly excited expression, spoke:

"Ever since I discovered your existence and that old man Pales was no longer hiding, I guessed this was a trap set for me."

"However, out of caution, I think it's best to keep track of your information to avoid any unforeseen circumstances."

"Investigating secretly is definitely not an option, so I openly sent a clone to contact you under a perfectly legitimate reason and had it deliver a message to me."

"After such a long period of research and repeated summarization, I have discovered that you are not without weaknesses, nor are you invincible."

At this point, Shi Tianshi adjusted his monocle, spread his arms wide, and shouted in a slightly neurotic manner:

"Life is more interesting with more excitement, and in this world, there is nothing more exciting than facing you head-on."

"Tch~ That sounds nice, but if you're so capable, let your real body come here."

Ron curled his lip, inwardly disdainful of Amon's boastful behavior.

"."

Can't you speak properly? If I were the real person, why would I be wasting my breath talking to you here?

The angel of time froze for a moment, his slightly manic expression returning to normal. He shrugged innocently and said:

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you, but you seemed very hostile towards me, which made me afraid to take the risk."

"And you've blocked any possibility for me to go further, so I have to try, I have to take a gamble, right?"

"After waiting for so long, the right time has finally arrived. I won't be satisfied if I don't give it my all."

Amon made no attempt to conceal his purpose, seemingly certain that even if the incredible being before him knew all his plans, it would have no time to stop him.

The damaged pillars are not as terrible as the intact ones. They make mistakes and are affected by all sorts of things. As long as they are good at seizing opportunities, it is not impossible to "overcome" them.

"I can tell you're stalling for time, and you're prepared to be killed by me."

Ron didn't even lift his eyelids after hearing Amon's idea.

Without a sound, everything around us was fading rapidly.

The massive bolt of lightning that was slid down from the sky suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air by this miraculous power.

The thick bolts of lightning emitted a dazzling light, stretching straight to the sky like a fine work of art, as if they were a bridge connecting to the abode of the gods.

The surroundings were desolate and silent, and nothing dared to defy the will of the god of time and space.

"Clang clang clang!"

At that moment, a deafening bell rang out.

The chimes gradually faded, becoming increasingly rapid, and in an instant, they lost their initial lingering and melodious quality, as if an invisible hand had covered the chimes and suppressed them until they finally stopped completely.

"useless."

Those two simple words carried an unparalleled pressure, weighing heavily on the heart of the angel of time.

Through the not-so-dark darkness, Ron could clearly see the woman with light gray eyes whose eyes were trembling uncontrollably.

The instinctive look of astonishment and fear seemed to have found a weakness, and it spilled out uncontrollably.

This kind of power may seem ordinary, but it is actually extremely unsolvable.

In this stagnant spacetime, the development of everything is frozen in the "present," which means that all of Amon's extraordinary abilities are temporarily disabled.

The development of things requires a process, and even the effect and response of authority require a process. At this moment, Amon is like being inside a computer with the power cut off. No matter what he does, he cannot make the slightest ripple.

He, the King of Angels, bore pressures beyond what was expected of someone his age.

"ridiculous."

Ron raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air, and the desolate surroundings began to flash continuously.

The irregular operation of spacetime creates endless possibilities in the real world.

The large lightning bolts appeared irregularly; they might appear in the sky, strike the ground directly, or simply disappear.

Golden light shone from the void, and Ron quickly retracted his hand. At this moment, he was holding a dozen stiff, dead insects with twelve rings around their bodies in his palm.

"A feint, using the Source Castle to draw my attention while actually trying to acquire the missing characteristic—it's exactly the same as Him. Who else should I attack if not you..."

From the colorless world came the soft murmurs of the gods.

……

"Pares, are you surprised!?"

"There's no need to chant His name anymore. Your cries for help cannot get through here, and He won't find them anytime soon!"

"You need to deal with opponents of the same level, and there are bound to be one or two things I can use from my father's legacy."

When he said the word "father," Amon's lips twitched slightly, as if he had paid an unspeakable price to gain the help of the Church of Bones.

Without further ado, a huge, ancient, mottled phantom suddenly appeared behind the Time Angel.

This phantom is like the face of a stone-carved clock, divided into twelve sections, each section being either grayish-white or bluish-black, interspersed with each other, with clear boundaries, and each possessing different symbols.

Clang clang clang!!

Inside this ossuary, which is both terrifying and eerie, yet filled with sanctity, the loud, resonant, and long-lasting chimes resound.

At that moment, Pales Zoroaster felt a strong sense of convergence, and at the same time, he felt something entering his body from all directions.

"old……"

Leonard Mitchell hadn't even figured out what was happening when he was about to use his external brain as usual, but everything went black and he passed out.

"Ha, old man, still have the strength to protect others? Could this kid be one of your descendants?"

Seeing this, the Time Angel laughed loudly, and the phantom behind him became even more solid.

"I'm not like you. I have parents, you don't..."

Palez Zoroaster was not to be outdone, and his shockwave directly shattered the last vestiges of pretense between him and Amon.

You fucking...

The angel's upturned lips froze instantly, clearly sensing the sarcasm in Palez Zoroaster's words.

If it's a life-or-death struggle, then it's a life-or-death struggle, why bring in personal attacks?!

"Stop talking nonsense, you old fool!"

Even on the verge of death, he's still being stubborn...

Feeling the force that was being pried open around him and the power that was about to be stolen, Shi Tian adjusted his monocle, which was made of crystal.

He stretched out his palm, intending to use the Extraordinary Properties Convergence Law to directly extract the "Time Worm" properties from Pales Zoroaster's body.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened. Outside the Church of Bones, which was isolated from everything and was both eerie and holy, a rumbling sound came from the outside.

As the loud noise rang out, the interior of the Church of Bones shook violently, and countless corpses crumbled into pieces, as if they had been destroyed by an unseen force.

"Illegal structures must be removed!"

Faintly, a solemn pronouncement could be heard from outside the church. As soon as the authoritative and powerful words fell, the Church of Bones shook even more violently.

In the blink of an eye, this high-level entity collapsed and ceased to exist before Amon's astonished gaze.

According to the information transmitted by "the traitor Amon", He knows that there is a "Judgment" pathway sealed artifact by Ron's side, but isn't the upper limit of the power of this sealed artifact a bit too outrageous!?

This Church of Bones is something even the true gods cannot detect and cannot break in a short time. What makes a mere sealed artifact so special?

People only know about the wishing lamp, but no one knows about the Child of Chaos. The top Ancients are still top Ancients. Even if He transformed into a seal to suppress the miracle worker characteristics from the "Lord of Mysteries", it would still not affect His ability to exert His own power.

The hotel room, bathed in crimson moonlight, was recreated. The two windows were wide open, letting in the cool night breeze, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"How annoying."

Seeing the 1.4-meter-tall figure entering through the hotel window, holding the "Wishing Lamp" in both hands, Shi Tianshi's face twisted as he let out a low growl. At the same time, he suddenly twisted his palm to the right and gripped it tightly, carrying out a theft.

He intends to use his previous advantage to steal Pales Zoroaster's characteristics and then make a quick getaway.

A gentle breeze swept through, refreshing the mind and spirit. The room remained silent, and under everyone's watchful eyes, Shi Tian, ​​undeterred, twisted her wrist again, wanting to try again.

But after trying more than a dozen times, the result was still failure, because He was just too unlucky.

"Where did you come from? I don't remember that guy having a subordinate like you..."

With a sigh, Time Angel pushed up his monocle and looked through it at Will Oncetin, who was grinning sheepishly.

He did not attempt to steal the luck he had gained in previous years, because Pales Zoroaster, who had been given a respite, could steal it away as well.

At this moment, Amon finally understood why his father, who was like an elder brother to him, had shown such a complex look in his eyes and said such things.

"Since you're not willing to give up, then go ahead and try. And if you're going to try, then you have to be prepared to pay the price..."

The old father's teachings were like useless nonsense, going in one ear and out the other.

Paying a price? When has my actions ever required me to pay a price?

"Ha, you've won. Goodbye, everyone. Perhaps next time I should use a more complex plan..."

In an instant, the angel of time suddenly became ethereal and transparent, and all sorts of strange and wonderful things appeared around him and in his surroundings.

A bolt of lightning, brimming with fury, struck from the sky, and an imperceptible darkness descended silently. Then, an intense, purifying, and scorching burst of sunlight erupted in the center of the room.

But just then, a vicious, eerie, and twisted roar came from the depths of the spirit world. The Time Angel, using the "error" that was constantly becoming transparent and illusory, suddenly got stuck and "poof" turned into a black cat with black fur all over its body and wearing a monocle.

Another Sequence One, always keeping watch in the spirit world, not participating in direct combat, and preventing Him from escaping!

You think you can just leave after offending Ron?

Damn it, do you have to be so cautious?!

At that moment, Amon's upturned lips involuntarily drooped, realizing that he seemed to have fallen into a huge trap.

Perhaps in the eyes of a great being, dealing with an angel king like Him does not require His own intervention; sending His subordinates would suffice.

"I've really been underestimated!"

Shi Tian squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, sensing the invisible arrogance and the deep-seated contempt.

With three Sequence Ones plus a sealing artifact of extremely high rank capable of suppressing Him, He simply has no way to escape in a short period of time.

As for why He didn't ask His father for help, it was because He felt that His father wasn't so reliable at the moment, and that there might be something unspeakable going on behind the scenes.

"Ha, I surrender!"

With its smooth fur and wearing a monocle, the black cat stood up and raised its two paws high without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)