Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 482 You bastard! Be gentle, it hurts me! (Two-in-one, 6K)

Within the towering canopy, a cool breeze rustled the leaves, as if playing a sad little tune.

Life is full of hardships, and so are the relationships between men and women.

Some people are watching the joke, while others are looking in the mirror.

The flirtatious banter he had just heard left Gild speechless, as if he were born without a smile, his expression completely gone.

"Dog shit, raised by a sow."

With a grim expression, he held his breath and watched Ron and his group chatting and laughing as they strolled through the trees as if on a picnic. Only when they disappeared from sight did he relax and have time to think about the information he had overheard.

"They're also after the elven ruins, and they're probably extraordinary beings. Luckily, they didn't find me, or things would have been difficult."

"Those are elves? Even in the Fifth Age, this extraordinary race still has descendants!?"

Upon recalling Winchester's pointed ears, the Morse order member unconsciously licked his lips.

This is an extinct supernatural species. Not to mention selling it on the underground market, even if you give it to the middle and upper levels of the Morse Ascetic Society who like to study supernatural species, you can get a lot of useful things in return, and you might even get a chance to be promoted.

When the time comes, Latisia will definitely look at him with new respect!

"And that short boy, so relaxed and unguarded in unfamiliar surroundings, not even bothering to observe his environment—is he a naive newbie venturing out for the first time?"

"What's going on with that dog!?"

Upon seeing Susie, Gilder's heart leaped into his throat, fearing that the canine would smell his scent and alert her.

"Fortunately, everyone performed a ritual magic to conceal their presence before entering the primeval forest."

After calculating for a dozen seconds, and once he could no longer sense the commotion caused by Ron and the others, and had memorized the direction they were heading, Gild quickly climbed down the tree and stealthily made his way to the temporary camp.

As soon as he arrived at the outskirts of the camp, he saw nutshell-shaped containers discarded like trash among the weeds and rotting tree trunks.

The Morse ascetic's face darkened, and he swayed twice before collapsing to the ground.

But in the next second, his eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

The container with the fruit shell was completely empty, without a single drop of sap from the gullu tree.

Regardless, Latisia drank it after all; she still loves me!

Compared to Danitz, a thrifty and money-saving pirate, Gild could easily be called a loser.

If Ron were to meet him in Backlund, he would surely be on the front page of the Daily Observer.

His steps suddenly became lighter, and the faint burden on his body eased considerably. He quickly arrived in front of Latisia, who had grayish eyes, a good appearance, and a certain air about her upon closer inspection.

"What did you discover?"

The moment the archaeologist saw Gilder, he instinctively sensed something was wrong.

He was panting heavily, and looked extremely excited. The physique of a Sequence Nine Seeker was not considered strong; in fact, it could be described as quite weak. What could be making him so anxious...?

"La, Latissia, I've spotted a group of people; they're also heading towards the elven ruins!"

impossible!

How could anyone else know about this place?!

Laticia Dorella was stunned, her gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce the air.

"Are you sure!?"

She asked again in a low voice, this time her eyes fixed on Gilder in front of her, as if afraid that he was lying.

The news of the elven ruins was not given to her by the higher-ups of the Morse Order, and this expedition was not a mission issued by this cult.

"Could there be spies among them?"

As a peculiarly styled evil god, "Hidden Sage" evokes a love-hate relationship among all who know him.

The reason is that He will often nag you "you should study" and forcefully instill new knowledge without explanation, resulting in all the extraordinary individuals on this extraordinary path of "the Seeker of Secrets" being studious people without exception.

The level of this knowledge varies, and the content of each piece of knowledge is vastly different.

Members of the Morse Order called this phenomenon "knowledge-seeking."

The information about the elven ruins that Latissia possessed came from this.

"If He truly can control the frequency with which knowledge permeates each person, then I would be willing to follow Him and respectfully call Him my teacher..."

A hint of fear flickered in Latisia's bluish-gray eyes as she glanced around, listening quietly to Gild's report.

"An elf!? You're saying their team has an elf?"

No wonder they knew the location of that elven ruin...

Latisia asked in surprise, then nodded as if she understood something.

What's your opinion?

She looked at Gilder and asked in a calm tone.

Laticia is actually asking for my opinion, and she's even pretending to be expressionless. Does she really have a tsundere personality...?

Upon hearing this, Gilder's face flushed red, and he immediately began to speak excitedly, as if he were imitating someone else:

"We must deal with them first. Since the elf can lead the way, there must be some high-value item in the elven ruins that is attracting her."

"If they get it first, we'll probably have no choice but to go in and do some archaeology!"

As a seasoned explorer, aside from his sycophantic tendencies, Gilder's analysis is not without merit.

What he said was exactly what Lattisia was thinking.

The woman with bluish-gray eyes nodded and asked again in a calm tone:

"Who do you think should be dealt with first?"

Upon hearing this, an indescribable look of pain appeared on Gilder's face. Without any hesitation, he squeezed out his carefully considered "suggestion" through gritted teeth.

"Based on my observation, that short boy is quite important to the team; we can take him hostage!"

I will also make him chant the name of the hidden sage, let him taste the pain of knowledge chasing after people, and as for his female companion, I will make him see with his own eyes how I torture her!

Jealousy can distort a person's character, and flaunting affection can bring divine retribution.

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"Mr. Ron, how far are we from the Elven Ruins?"

Inside the primeval jungle, the sweltering air made it hard to breathe, and Audrey wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon..."

Of course, I can go as far as I want...

The boy pursed his lips and gave a vague answer.

In Ron's opinion, the noble lady is still too naive. If she wants to become empress, she will probably need a long period of training and guidance.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon, you always say that."

Audrey muttered something under her breath and sighed again.

Men's words are deceitful; Emperor Roselle was right.

Although Audrey and Ron had only been away from home for a short time, she always had the illusion that they were an old married couple. Based on her understanding of her own psychology, she realized that this was largely due to Ron's tendency to talk nonsense.

Only through conversation can there be interaction, and only through interaction can both parties quickly become familiar with each other and become unique.

Ignoring whether her relationship with Ron was progressing too quickly, the noblewoman used her knife to cut down all the weeds and branches in front of her, driving away the insects and snakes hiding among them.

But just then, a piercing cry for help came from a hundred meters ahead.

"Help! Is anyone there?"

"Help! Help!!!"

The heart-wrenching cries were so real that the entire "exploration" team immediately stopped and listened carefully. Audrey, in particular, frowned deeply, as if trying to pinpoint the exact location of the cries for help.

There's a cry for help, but wait, this is deep in a primeval forest, how could there be a cry for help? And...

"The cries for help are not sincere enough; the tone is more tense and expectant than fearful. This is most likely a trap."

"Given the unreasonable broken branches and slight damage to the vegetation in the areas we passed through earlier, it's clear that someone secretly discovered us and was preparing to attack us."

"Woof! Audrey, I haven't found anyone, which means those hiding in the shadows must be like me, uh, extraordinary beings!"

"That's right, Susie. Since Mr. Ron said the Elven Ruins are approaching, and we've encountered injured people here, most likely Extraordinary individuals, it means they're also after the Elven Ruins!"

Within seconds, the "psychologist" and the "mind reader" deduced a series of possibilities based on the available information, leaving the elf standing dumbfounded.

Is this the style of all you "audience" people?

Ron smirked and adjusted his dark, flowing sunglasses.

He was aware of the entire primeval jungle, and Latissia and the others were the whetstones he had prepared for Audrey.

How can someone of extraordinary ability never have killed a chicken?

He didn't deny Miss "Justice's" kindness, but kindness couldn't solve anything.

However, now...

The blond boy lowered his head, feeling rather guilty as he endured the scrutinizing gaze of the noble lady.

"Ah, hahaha, how could it be fake? Someone must really be injured. I'll go check on them. Audrey, you two follow me!"

The blond boy gave an awkward laugh, and before the quick-witted "psychologist" could expose his trick, he immediately pushed aside the branches blocking his way and headed toward the source of the sound.

Although it was called a whetstone, Ron didn't provide any secret guidance; he simply concealed the fact that he had discovered someone was spying on him.

After all, he hadn't expected those people to be so stupid. Such a clumsy trap was as if they were fools.

Actually, it's not their fault. The audience is such extraordinary people; it would be strange if they couldn't analyze it correctly.

Sigh~ How could Mr. Ron not notice such a minor anomaly that I could? His name includes "all-knowing and all-seeing".

"Miss Winchester, we must follow him, lest Mr. Ron encounter any danger."

Regardless, Mr. Ron's face still had to be given; whatever he wanted to do, he couldn't be exposed in front of outsiders.

Turning her head to the side, Audrey placed her backpack where she was, gave a brief instruction without batting an eye, and then immediately chased after Ron's retreating figure with Susie.

Huh? Are you all crazy?

He could slap the Elf Queen across the face so hard, what danger could he possibly be in?

In the entire primeval forest, He must be the most dangerous creature!

Upon seeing this scene, the elf, who knew nothing, felt that the world had become so unfamiliar. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up her clothes and ran after them.

rustling --

The boy, expressionless, quickly traversed the towering vegetation, covering nearly a hundred meters in just over ten seconds, and arrived within the encirclement set up by Laticia and the others.

"It was him?"

Gild, who was lying on the spot pretending to be injured, was visibly stunned when Ron rushed out of the bushes.

In his plan, the entire expedition team would come together, and he would infiltrate the team under the guise of being an injured person, so as to find an opportunity to subdue the thin boy, take him hostage, and work with his teammates to deal with the other two people and the dog.

"Perfect timing! This way, there's no need to sneak in. He really is a rich young master who's never married into a family, and hasn't even killed a chicken before!"

Seeing the "worry" on the boy's face, Gild felt that this operation was so successful it was almost outrageous, as if it were being driven by a god.

"Help, help me! My leg is broken!"

Upon seeing the boy arrive, he let out another miserable howl.

"Your screams sound so fake!"

Hearing this sound devoid of any pain, the blond boy became furious and raised his leg to demonstrate how one should scream when their leg is broken.

With a sharp "crack," a pig-like scream echoed through the sky.

The evil god is like this: "The Hidden Sage" is a good teacher. If you don't learn the knowledge, you will die. Ron is not much different. Since you can't scream, I'll let you experience what pain is.

In an instant, a gentle breeze blew around him, and Ron suddenly sensed a bolt of lightning falling from above and striking straight at his head.

Lightning Bolt!

This low-level attack stunned Ron, who couldn't help but wonder when he had last suffered such an insult.

Was it when Hazel stole his wallet the first time they met, or when Klein was so angry with himself that he wanted to punch himself, or the fishman who overestimated himself and lunged at him on the White Agate?

I've really been underestimated!

The boy didn't even flinch. He raised his hand and pulled into the air, causing the space to suddenly reverse. The woman with grayish-blue eyes was caught off guard when Ron grabbed her arm and slammed her to the ground.

Seeing blood spurt from Latissia's mouth and hearing the cracking of her bones as she was smashed, Gild roared in fury, his eyes bloodshot:

"Damn it, let her go! Come at me if you dare!"

Upon hearing this, Ron adjusted his sunglasses, raised his foot, and crushed Radithia's leg.

"Please, let her go, please!"

The boy ignored him and crushed Lattisia's right hand, which was about to cast a spell, with his foot.

Seeing his beloved woman being so humiliated, Gilder's eyes widened in fury, and he roared as if he had lost his mind:

"No, you devil, I swear, I swear I'll definitely... Ah!!!"

Click!

Ron paid no heed to the weakling's helpless wails. The boy walked up to Gild and, under his terrified gaze, crushed his other leg as well.

This was the first time Mr. Ron had ever encountered such a request.

With a quick glance, he raised his hand and grabbed two more figures at the same time, then kicked each of them, breaking their legs.

At this point, the members of the expedition team had all assembled and lay down in a neat row.

The sounds of pain and wails were real and distinct, completely eliminating any sense of artificiality that the audience could detect before.

"You devil, I curse you! I curse you!!!"

"You devil!"

"Even if I die, I will not let you go."

"Come on, don't act like I'm the villain. It's you who are the ones who believe in evil gods."

Seemingly unable to bear the noise, the blond youth kicked each of the cultists' mouths out of place, rendering them unable to speak and only able to groan in pain.

Feeling Gild's angry and desperate gaze, Ron didn't even glance at him, straightened his robes, and stood still as if waiting for something.

Upon seeing the girl emerge from the dense forest, Ron immediately put on an innocent smile and waved.

"Audrey, I told you you misheard! Look, everyone here has broken bones and needs help!"

When it comes to being inhuman, it has to be Lord Ron; even Amon wouldn't do something like that.

"Mr. Ron!"

Seeing the horrific scene before him, the "psychologist" immediately understood that it was all Luo Enqian's doing, but...

Isn't that a bit too cruel?

"Mr. Ron, based on the previous psychological analysis, if their target is us, I think you should give them a quick death."

Audrey stood there, her small face showing a complicated and conflicted expression. Her hands also clasped together, offering a small suggestion to the kind-hearted Ron.

Yes, if it weren't for Mr. Ron, I really would have been ambushed like that, and they certainly wouldn't have shown me any mercy. This is based on the circumstances and basic human psychology.

I'm not the little girl I used to be. I was prepared for this after leaving home. Humph, Mr. Ron is underestimating me. Does he think I would sympathize with the enemy?

???

Following behind, the elf, who had just emerged from the woods, stiffened, staring in disbelief at the two inhuman boys and girls before her, before silently retreating back into the bushes.

Aren't you going a bit too far? Shouldn't it normally be handed over to the church?

Recalling her experiences of being captured several times, the elf couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had never encountered such a heartless human.

"Bullshit, do we all deserve to die? Do cultists deserve to die?!"

"Why?!"

Suddenly, a voice filled with pain and despair rang out, drawing the attention of everyone in the area.

Gilder roared from his throat. He couldn't stand these people condescendingly deciding the life and death of others, nor could he accept that his beloved woman had been toyed with until she lost her human form.

He has no regrets now, only resentment and madness.

Suddenly, his body began to collapse, and his spirit began to collapse as well. Gushing blood gushed out and transformed into cold, indifferent eyes on his cheeks, forehead, neck, mouth, and chest.

Eyes without eyelashes!

You're the one lying here wailing! She's the one who's been toyed with until she's lost her human form! That elf will be a prize for my advancement!

Even if it means losing control, even if it means falling into the arms of the "Hidden Sage," he will make these people pay the price!

Suddenly, a foot covered all his eyes, and with a "plop," Gild's head was crushed to pieces by Ron, just like a ripe watermelon.

"If you don't die, am I the one who dies?"

These cult members are all so passionate, why don't they get passionate when they want to do bad things?

Fate is truly wondrous; everything Gild encountered was merely what he intended to impose upon Ron.

"Audrey, the rest is up to you. They are all followers of the Hidden Sage. You should know Him and have heard of Him. Don't hold back."

Pushing his sunglasses up to his head, revealing clear, golden eyes, Ron nodded slightly, immediately putting the noble lady in a difficult position.

This was her first time killing someone.

"Ron."

Ignoring the aristocratic lady's affectation, Ron leisurely left, leaving Audrey Hall free to do as she pleased.

"Tsk, the Hidden Sage, how could I have forgotten about him before?"

"I remember first seeing Him on Old Neil, wasn't it?"

The fact that uniqueness can be activated, and even has enough power to fight against the gods of steam and machinery, is quite interesting.

As for creating a human Death God like the "Cult of Spirits," Ron believes there's a certain probability, but it's definitely not high, far less than the influence of other external forces.

Take, for example, the source matter!

Thinking of this, a joyful smile appeared on the boy's face, like a blooming sunflower.

This is a clue worth investigating. Right now, each source must have a secret puppet of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" guarding it closely. Even if you can really travel through time, the chances of being discovered are definitely not small.

However, if he could use the "Hidden Sage" backdoor to remotely influence the source matter of the Western Continent and find a few experts like "Kidney Deficiency Child," he could keep track of the Old Celestial Venerable's movements in real time and use them to sabotage Him at crucial moments.

Wonderful!

However, what Ron couldn't understand was why his own source matter was so powerless, why it couldn't penetrate the gray fog and merge with him?

Is the purity too high, resulting in insufficient activity?

But it's all connected to the "River of Eternal Darkness"!!!

Bang, bang, bang—

Several gunshots interrupted the blond boy's thoughts. After standing still for a while, he saw the noble lady emerge from the dense forest with a calm expression, followed by a large golden retriever with its tail drooping.

Ron stepped forward and gave Audrey a hug, gently inhaling the fragrance emanating from the young woman, and whispered words of comfort:

"I can't always be by your side. You'll have to face this sooner or later. You need to have the ability to protect yourself in critical moments."

Ron gently patted the noblewoman's back with his palm, and held Audrey's delicate body tightly in his arms, using the warmth of his body to comfort the girl's psychological trauma.

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Audrey Hall was speechless for a moment, and after a long while she muttered softly:

"I said Mr. Ron, you can let go now. You've already taken advantage of me for three minutes."

Upon hearing this, the boy pretended not to know anything, reluctantly leaving the sweat-drenched body, and proudly raised his head.

"Mr. Ron, most people's fetishes are psychological issues. Liking something, liking the smell of sweat—you're definitely one of them."

Before the noble lady could finish speaking, a dazzling starry sky suddenly appeared in her eyes, with golden points of light constantly flashing within it. Immediately afterward, she felt her "psychotherapist" potion completely digested.

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