Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 50 Seu'a is on her way on horseback

Rain, frost, cold winds, and blizzards appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the alien city located at midday.

The golden sun, which was steadily descending from the sky, suddenly stopped, then melted away the cold wind that was holding it up, and slowly began to fall again.

0-21 sensed the presence of evil. Although it did not possess the characteristics of being alive, the instinct of the "Light Chaser" was to eliminate evil, uphold justice, and praise the sun. This belonged to the logic and rules of the world's bottom layer.

And the great evil beneath the sky, like a bright, twinkling star in the dark night sky, relentlessly draws it to be purified.

The songs praising the sun and justice suddenly grew louder, as if the world's most popular singers were performing there.

The song echoed through the vast highlands and valleys, pierced through the blizzard-shrouded clouds, seeped into the airship fleet protected by blood-red and rust, and reached the ears of the Silent One, Mahamus.

At this moment, whether it was the extraordinary beings in the airship fleet or the aliens below who were dodging the cannonballs, their eyes were all fixed on the golden sun slowly descending in mid-air.

The song from above echoed in their minds, over and over again, making them unconsciously hum along and praise the sun.

"Bullshit!!!"

Dessol Einhorn hummed along to the song for a couple of lines, then was suddenly jolted awake by his own off-key voice. He cursed under his breath, and the roar echoed in the hearts of every member of the legion.

The extraordinary beings in the airship fleet suddenly awoke, realizing what had happened. Before they could react, they heard Desol Einhorn's command resounding in their minds.

"Get away from this damned seal, and lower your altitude. Continue bombarding from the side!!!"

He adopted a tactic of avoiding close combat whenever possible from a distance after learning Ron's identity.

Mr. Hunter was not in a hurry for this war and chose to proceed cautiously and steadily.

Because an angel king who has existed since the Second Age can give him plenty of time.

Just as Dessol Einhorn was planning his next move, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky. The inside of the crack was pitch black, but looking in from the outside, seven bright rays of different colors could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, a huge, wet, sticky arm emerged from within. This arm was covered with bulges, resembling a collection of heads, and was dripping with thick, black tar. It had bloodshot black and white eyes and a gaping, bloody mouth with sharp teeth.

This is one of the arms of the god Niesh'a. He immediately chose to rely on the spirit world and use this extraordinary ability to support his demigods.

Those wet, sticky arms seemed to carry a powerful curse. The moment they were extended, those who witnessed them collapsed to the ground in agony, their reason instantly evaporated, and their muscles twisted and contorted, transforming into rabbits, goats, and fat pigs.

The arm stretched forward quickly, ignoring the rapidly retreating airship fleet, and grabbed fiercely at 0-21.

He wanted to first seal this object, which was very effective against the alien species, so that his own demigods could be freed from their predicament.

But just as He was about to grasp the slowly descending golden eyeball, His hand passed right through the sealed object, as if this arm and 0-21 did not exist in the same dimensional space.

The wet, sticky arm, defiant, reached out again, but before it could complete the movement, it vanished into thin air, along with the dark, illusory entrance to the spirit world, as if it had never been there at all.

However, the dozen or so airships that had turned into giant fat pigs and crashed to the ground, dying instantly, silently told the story of what had just happened.

Dessall Einhorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calming the delirious ramblings that were starting to spiral out of control in his mind.

The situation is much better than he expected, because the god Nie Si'a has been isolated from the battlefield by the reinforcements he invited, and cannot cause too much interference to his actions.

In contrast to Mr. Hunter's situation, the demigod of the Rose School was not so composed. The Silent One, Mahamus, stared wide-eyed, cold sweat pouring down his back. He kept chanting the name of the god Niesiah, hoping to get a response from him.

But Lord Siea, who had just responded to him and calmed him down, was now completely silent, disappearing as mysteriously as that arm.

Within the spirit world.

His wet, sticky arms waved incessantly in all directions, trying to break through the eerie space that isolated him from reality.

The gaping maws on their arms, baring sharp teeth, emitted terrifying roars in unison. These roars carried a strange rhythm and were essentially giant language words compressed to their extremes.

"rot!"

The arm of the god Nie Siea emitted a series of extremely powerful curses, cursing the eerie space that had isolated him.

The surrounding space shook, and then wrinkles appeared, like the skin of an old man. They piled up and began to rot and ooze pus quickly, and soon a large hole was rotted in the space.

Upon seeing this, the arm was overjoyed. Just as it was about to retract, it stopped abruptly, because a small, delicate, white hand suddenly appeared and grabbed it.

Ron gripped the enormous hand in front of him, revealing an expression of utter disgust.

This isn't to say he disliked the other person's disgusting and nauseating appearance, but rather that the nature of Sear's arm was simply too ugly.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

The blond boy pushed up his monocle with his free right hand, a smile playing on his lips, staring directly at the hundreds of black and white eyes on his arm that were looking at him.

"How terrifying!"

The voice, completely calm and devoid of any sincerity or acting skills, caused the large mouth on the arm to let out another chaotic roar.

He cursed the man who was holding his arm!

As a first-order divine abomination, Si'a possessed extremely strong spiritual intuition, and could sense that the golden-haired youth before him was inherently terrifying.

It was as if beneath the other person's handsome appearance lay some strange, terrifying monster that sent chills down His spine.

For a "divine wrath" to call someone else a monster truly demonstrates the shock, anger, and unease within Him.

In an instant, hundreds of curses of all kinds engulfed the place where Ron was.

His monocle transformed into a flat, real eye with long eyelashes.

His shirt and vest transformed into a bloody sheep with its belly ripped open and being worn on its body.

His trousers and shoes transformed into two venomous snakes with sharp fangs, coiling around Ron's legs.

Everything around Ron was changing rapidly, turning into monsters that were either cute, ferocious, or bizarre.

However, the blond boy himself did not change much; this is the role played by the symbolism and status of the pillar.

To curse him, a Sequence One "God's Abomination" is clearly not qualified.

(End of this chapter)