Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 419 Qiu Mi! (Help!)

"Is that all you've got?"

"Hahaha, you're so stupid! Just as stupid as when I killed you thousands of years ago!"

Upon seeing the silver cross pendant, the dragons on the island suddenly let out mocking roars. Ignoring the grotesque monsters that had already occupied the outer perimeter of the island, they stood up and loudly mocked the creatures, allowing the abhorrent monsters, symbols of depravity and desire, to devour their own eyes, tongues, internal organs, and flesh.

"Ha, I know, you've hinted at that useless witch, but how do you know this isn't my bait?"

As the layered, vast voices emanating from all directions and the depths of the soul subsided, the sky above the entire ocean of the collective unconscious pressed down once more, and a gigantic black sun appeared out of nowhere, distorting and shattering the entire ocean of the unconscious, just like the waves that drift away with the wind on the ocean.

The scattered rays of light seemed to be drawn to the sun burning with black flames, transforming into thousands of golden "galaxies" that continuously rotated and approached the dark sun.

At this moment, the vast and extremely real ocean of the collective unconscious disappeared, leaving only an exposed island of the mind, floating in a strange space where darkness and crimson intertwine.

It's as if He has never entered the ocean of the collective unconscious.

"No!!!"

The isolated island of the mind plunged into the abyss without warning, and the vast pollution and mad will instantly engulfed it, staining the exposed part of the island crimson.

The dragon's head, which was struggling to maintain its condition, suddenly exploded, spewing out venomous snakes from the twisted, centipede-like opening.

He let out a furious roar that shook the soul, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes coldly silent, sometimes cruel and tyrannical.

Beneath its scales, the giant dragon, covered in long, hairy, fleshy tentacles, flapped its wings incessantly, using its powerful body to charge left and right, attempting to alleviate the pain and regain its sanity in this way.

"Give up, and join me as the new God, ruling the celestial realm and ruling over all nations!"

Despair, gloom, and the desire to succumb to despair rose once again in the heart of the "Ancient Sun God," a feeling He had experienced before.

That was the moment Chernobyl fell into a fissure in the ground after running out of ammunition and food.

Faced with such an existence, there is simply no way to resist it.

Give up. It'll be easier that way. Others will handle the apocalypse.

"No!!! I want to become a god, I want revenge!!!"

Once again, He broke through the confusion in His heart by relying on the virtual "obsession". Although He, who is only divine, lacks too much human emotion in this regard, it does not prevent Him from using it to fight against erosion and pollution.

Slightly more lucid, and no longer dominated by madness and cruelty, the dragon suddenly remembered something. It created another virtual personality, its eyes turning cold and devoid of any emotion once more.

"For you, since Fabti borrowed His power while shepherding, you will certainly bear the corresponding consequences."

"It's not just the Outer Gods who are stopping you; Angelweid is also stopping himself. In essence, you're not resurrected; you're just a stitched-together mental monster. If you want to awaken perfectly without being affected, you can only awaken again inside me."

"Otherwise, you will have a fatal weakness that He can easily defeat!"

The "Imaginary Angel" calmly analyzed the situation, looking up at the sun burning with black flames and surrounded by golden starlight. In a declarative tone, she pointed out the truth that the "Primordial One" had been concealing all along.

"Ha, they think they're worthy?!"

"If you cooperate, things will be easier, but if you resist, you won't make much of a splash. This is the fundamental difference between us, and it's also your ultimate fate."

As if to prove that what he said was true, the strange space, deep red and black, suddenly shook, and the black sun in the sky changed position. The layers of mist were blown away by a gust of wind, revealing what was hidden at the bottom of the abyss.

A colossal object, exceeding the field of vision, loomed in the air, while the dark sun, surrounded by starlight, revealed its true form. It vanished and reappeared suddenly, falling directly from the sky, revealing itself to be a pupil filled with viscous desire and burning with black flames.

"Look, you have become the pupil in my eyes!"

"Fuck!?"

"Breakthrough! Breakthrough! Breakthrough!!!"

"Fat Ball, please shut him up, I'm begging you!"

"Fuck, Sothos, shut Him up!"

"You two, die together!!!"

As the music ended, Leodoro's passionate performance won applause from everyone in the audience.

Life is hard, and the tyrant performs for money. Just three minutes ago, He was very proud and said "no" to the bullies, and brought out His best singing voice, waving lightning, wind and rain, to make the serfs sing for justice.

But the result is obvious: he can still sing, but a comeback is out of the question.

"Great, really great, amazing! Amazing!"

Ron suppressed his twitching face, panting heavily, and forced a smile, giving the bewildered Leodorus a thumbs up.

It's disgusting to yourself while also disgusting to others; it's a win-win situation where you lose a thousand to the enemy but a thousand to yourself, making it a fair and just deal.

Compared to the old Celestial who enjoys playing house with himself, and the Primordial Creator whose ears have never been violated and who has his own choir, Ron Sothoth's tolerance is undoubtedly much higher.

Is this person sick?

With his imposing appearance and a look that suggested he was in his forties, Leodoro couldn't help but take a step back, lest the other man's bizarre aesthetic sense be transmitted to him in an indescribable way.

Even during the Fourth Age, He was embarrassed to perform this song, knowing full well that He sang it terribly.

Frankly speaking, Ron is the only one who has applauded after listening to this, from the Third Age to the present.

"Very good, keep it up! Remember to do it once every day when you chant my name!"

"I'm happy to listen, and I'm happy to share!"

The blond boy shakily got up, took two stumbled steps forward with his short legs, and then managed to steady himself.

"call……"

Exhaling a frustrated breath, Ron walked out of the land of storms and lightning with mixed feelings. He checked the direction and confirmed that it was the location of the "God of Steam and Machinery".

Ron's "training" sequence was based on professional analysis.

Aside from a few unlucky individuals who cut in line and offered themselves up, the rest depend on the magnitude of their threat.

Regardless, the dazed "Steam Princess" was relegated to the last spot for training by Ron for various reasons.

I don't know whether this is lucky or unlucky.

"Hmm...we can go all out, whip them hard with a small whip. That's how you discipline someone who's not smart. Once they've learned their lesson, they won't be blinded by immediate gains..."

The boy pondered for a moment, when suddenly a strong vibration came from his pocket. Ron reached out and rummaged around inside, pulling out a silver-white cross pendant.

He delved into his consciousness to see who was calling him so late at night, harassing him.

Assassin: [Help!]

This is a message from the scumbag witch.

(End of this chapter)