Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 48 Oh no, I've become Ammon!

"I just can't do anything with you guys~"

"Stop talking nonsense! Go now!"

Before Ron could finish his teasing remarks, the Celestial and the Primal were already urging him on impatiently.

Feeling the will within him about to go berserk again, Ron lost interest in teasing them, and simply put his hand in his pocket, taking out the cross pendant.

He spun a portion of his will into it and found the mark that represented the hunter. Then he used his spirituality to send a message to the other party.

"We have arrived at the Southern Continent."

He didn't have to wait long before he received a reply from the hunter.

"Siberon, Star Highlands, Dara Canyon."

Appendix: Coordinates.

It's simple and clear, without revealing any unnecessary information, which perfectly matches the furtive appearance of a hunter dog.

Having received the message, Ron no longer hesitated and, urged by the Celestial Venerable and the Primal, entered the Spirit Realm.

The reds became redder, the whites whiter, and the world before our eyes transformed once again into a richly colored oil painting.

……

In the Dara Canyon, atop a solitary, towering rock pillar, flames suddenly erupted from the rock. These flames burned, twisted, and deformed, reforming into a human figure in just a few breaths.

Dessall Einhorn stood there, gazing at the deep canyon and the endless highland plains before him.

As a qualified war bishop, he subconsciously began to analyze what kind of tactics and troop deployments were suitable for this location.

"In this terrain, the Calamity Priest's abilities are extremely useful; widespread earthquakes can cause the canyon to collapse continuously, inflicting massive damage on the enemy!"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Dessall Einhorn took out the same cross pendant as Ron and sent him his coordinates.

A few breaths later, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure had golden hair and eyes, wore a three-piece formal suit in the style of Rune, and had a gold monocle above its right eye.

Upon seeing the monocle, Dessall Einhorn's eyelids twitched.

After that gathering, having reached a preliminary agreement with Ron, he made a special trip back to the Northern Continent to review the secret history his family had preserved since the Third Era.

He wanted to find out who Ron really was!

As an angel king, it's impossible for him to have no record of activity in history.

Based on the information observed by the conspirators, he began to examine, one by one, the hidden history that had been buried by the gods in the river of time.

But this investigation actually uncovered some interesting information.

The King of Angels, who seems to hold power over the realm of time, is someone who doesn't take most angels or their leader seriously.

Most importantly, the monocle worn over the right eye socket!

Such an image, such abilities, such a personality point to only one being.

Angel of Time, Amon!

King of Angels, Amon!

Son of the Creator, Amun!

The family records don't contain much information about this person.

However, even this limited information sent chills down Dessall Einhorn's spine, especially the horrific cases that truly instilled fear in the hunter.

In that instant, he wanted to reject the other party's application to join and give up on seizing the level 0 sealed artifact in the hands of the Rose School that corresponded to the weather sorcerer's traits.

But after much deliberation, he finally decided to take the gamble. In the hunters' view, with their leader present, the Angel King would certainly be subject to some constraints.

Moreover, there are no more angelic traits left in the family for him to advance, and the Rose School's traits are something he absolutely cannot give up.

Although the family records repeatedly emphasize the wickedness and terror of this angel king.

However, from those examples, he was still able to conclude that this person was someone with the potential for negotiation.

"Ahem, good afternoon, Mr. Time."

Dessol Einhorn forced a smile and nervously greeted the blond boy opposite him.

This made him nervous. As a hunter, he knew his loose tongue better than anyone. If he didn't restrain himself and started making sarcastic remarks, he would most likely put on his monocle immediately.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hunter. When will your plan begin?"

Ron was oblivious to the hunter's tension. He adjusted his monocle and was mentally berating his two mortal enemies.

"Anytime is fine, I'm just waiting for you, Mr. Time."

"Uh, what I mean is, I have secretly assembled the legion in the past few days, and we can launch a general offensive at any time."

"The angel of the Rose School, the cursed king Balanka, has been drawn to East Bairan by the commotion I created."

"Therefore, you only need to be wary of the leader of the Rose School, the god Nieceia."

Dessall Einhorn was about to say that we were just missing you, but after watching Ron adjust his monocle, he explained the whole plan in detail again.

Because he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand and think that he was complaining that He came late.

"Hmm, very good, you know how to save time."

"But did you keep it a secret before you took action? The Rose School is not as simple as it seems."

Ron nodded at the hunter's answer, then frowned and asked in return.

"Rest assured, Mr. Time, the conspiracy will remain undetected until it is exposed!"

Dessall Einhorn patted his chest and replied confidently.

……

The crimson moonlight fell, sprinkling onto the airships floating in mid-air.

The crimson moonlight, like fresh blood, merged with the rust that clung to the airship formation, providing the entire formation with the protection of a conspiracy.

The higher power of the "Red Ritual" belongs to war, and war is the "art" of gathering the masses.

This is authority from the "War Bishop"!

The nighttime in West Bayron is cooler than the daytime, making it more suitable for launching surprise attacks.

Hunters never miss such a good opportunity.

The Rose School's key stronghold that Dessall Einhorn was about to attack was located near Dara Canyon, a large city whose history dates back to the time of the Highland Kingdom.

The hunter had made extensive preparations for this attack, with each airship protected by ritual magic from the solar domain.

Even the massive cannon muzzles and their corresponding shells are covered with layers of mysterious patterns and magical symbols.

The power of the Solar Domain is extremely useful in dealing with the Rose School; this is a consensus among all forces in the world.

Even the Level 0 sealed artifact that this senior war bishop applied for within his family under the pretext of obtaining it was a magical item from the solar realm.

0-21, divine favor.

The effect of this sealing artifact is extremely simple: it continuously emits powerful purifying light and intense sunlight that can melt everything.

However, the negative effect of this sealed artifact is also very simple. Apart from the usual heartfelt praise of the sun, it cannot distinguish between friend and foe and is almost impossible to use.

(End of this chapter)