Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 529 Rosell: What did you do to my daughter!? (Two-in-one)

Unknown lands.

A figure wrapped in yellowed bandages, resembling a mummy, was imprisoned in the void.

His condition was very miserable, as he was pierced by countless brown branches and suspended in mid-air.

Its belly, wrapped in brownish-yellow bandages, swelled high, with a certain spot sometimes protruding and sometimes deflating, as if it were nurturing a new life, causing its opening and closing mouth to emit screams incessantly.

For a moment, the frantic, agonizing screams around me, like sulfuric acid being poured on my brain, seemed to weaken considerably. The sounds rose and fell, as if something eerie and unbearable to look at was slowly breathing.

Where am I?

Torzner regained a sliver of sanity amidst his madness, and the countless brown branches that had pierced his body slowly retracted, writhing and shifting like tiny venomous snakes, before finally being pulled away from his utterly hideous body.

My child.

The next instant, a gaze filled with malice and greed, seemingly intent on devouring it, was cast from the abyss, causing the already conscious "Bound God" to freeze in place, a feeling of terror welling up in its mind.

The person wielding the gaze held an extremely high position, exuding unparalleled oppression and malevolence, instantly engulfing the ugly mummy who had just escaped.

Greatness originates from the awakening of an ancient will within a broken body, where pain and torment no longer come from the outside, but from the essence itself, from the terrifying madness.

The agreement with the God of Time and Space was only to remove the pollution, but it didn't say that a will couldn't be awakened in the body of someone who holds high power.

Even with the "playing method," even with the "potion," even with the correct ritual, the newcomer still cannot escape the influence of the original owner of the power.

This is not merely a person, but an essence.

"No!!!"

Torzner let out a mournful wail, too astonished to wonder why the "Mother Tree of Desire" had transformed into a different form of erosion, nor to ponder why the "Mother Tree of Desire" was able to pass through the barrier and enter the real world.

At this moment, He felt His own spirit was gradually changing. "Divinity" and "humanity" were no longer in opposition. They were all transformed into a terrifying will that was extremely evil, extremely depraved, and extremely distorted.

The role of anchors is gradually diminishing, or rather, anchors are essentially just for the gods to remember who they are, rather than enhancing the spiritual level or being a good remedy for losing control and madness.

When facing those at the very pinnacle of extraordinary paths, the insurmountable chasm and the gap in their social standing can be utterly despairing and suffocating.

Do not! ! !

The bound god cried out in despair once more, desperately resisting the terrifying will that was resurfacing within his body.

In an instant, the distorted roars originating from the higher beings of the alien pathways resounded in the ears, minds, and minds of all those of lower status.

He roared incessantly, and all the "werewolfs," "zombies," "vengeful spirits," and other strange creatures in the world began to roar wildly as if they had been subjected to some kind of nameless pollution. Their bodies began to mutate, and images of ugly mummies being trained seemed to emerge in their minds.

"Shut up!"

At that moment, a majestic voice, filled with fury, echoed from the sky above the unknown land. These words, brimming with authority, had barely fallen when…

The sky seemed to collapse, and an invisible, powerful force instantly crushed the wailing, ugly mummy into an adorable mummy-chan.

Sequence One characteristics and uniqueness detached themselves in the constantly writhing and recovering meat paste; one flew to the sky, the other fell into the boundless abyss, and finally landed in two different figures.

After weighing the "uniqueness" he had just picked up, Ron set up layers of seals and threw it into the "King's Treasury." Then he took a step forward and rubbed his cheek against Sharon, who was kneeling on the ground and whose body had been mutated due to the influence of the "Bound God."

"Don't worry, it's alright now."

The chubby little face radiated a heartwarming warmth, bringing a slight sense of calm to Sharon, whose forehead was covered in sweat and whose expression was filled with pain.

In crucial moments, He turns out to be quite reliable.

The light blonde girl pursed her lips, then shook her head painfully, forcibly suppressing her madness, killing, and urge to devour spirits, before looking at the boy beside her.

However, just as the girl felt comforted and was about to express her gratitude, Ron Sothos casually said beside her:

"Don't worry, I've beaten the bound god half to death, and it won't make any more unpleasant noises."

The little fish was essentially trying to comfort her, but Sharon found it quite distressing, and a hesitant expression immediately appeared on her face.

"As expected of you. But before you say that, could you at least consider the feelings of a believer? Is this your way of saving the 'bound god'?"

She silently rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "I can't help but complain."

The fact that the deity she believed in was beaten half to death was tantamount to a serious collapse of Sharon's outlook on life, values, and worldview, as she had spent most of her life accepting "church-style faith."

However, after looking at the boy who seemed to care about him and thinking about the large family in the villa, the evil spirit could only helplessly twitch the corners of its mouth, no longer showing any reverence for the so-called gods.

A shattered set of values ​​can be pieced together, but the way gods act—one way in public and another in private—cannot be changed simply by piecing things together.

Sometimes when I think about it, it's really frustrating, to the point of being utterly speechless.

Seemingly sensing the female ghost's thoughts, Ron wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile:

"Your idea is correct, but it's still a bit too conservative."

"Take 'The Bound God' for example. I feel this contrasting bitch is the best at pretending. She acts all high and mighty in front of others, but she's always messing around with 'The Mother Tree of Desire.' What's that word again?"

"Yes, it's 'training,' a term popular in Intis, apparently invented by Russell."

"Alright, that's enough!"

Hearing the blond boy's unbridled words, even though Sharon's values ​​had been shattered time and time again, she still found it hard to accept.

You're the most surprising one!

With a helpless glare at the oblivious "God of Time and Space," Miss Evil Spirit slowly sat back down on the bed, her emotions surging like tiny bubbles.

Since meeting Ron, her life trajectory has seemed to have undergone tremendous twists and turns. Whether it was the Rose School, her teacher, or her faith, everything has changed dramatically.

The temperance and conservative factions have long since disappeared into the annals of time. If it weren't for the fact that time is still relatively short and no one has yet adapted, the Rose School would probably have long since changed its name to the "Church of the God of Time and Space".

The Highlands Kingdom is practically defunct, having been completely replaced by the Radiant Empire in the Southern Continent. Although this emerging kingdom has not announced its arrival, its name has already gained the recognition of the vast majority of people in the Southern Continent.

Of course, the territories controlled by the major colonies and the Church of the Spirit do not recognize this, since recognizing it would likely reignite the war.

By then, it's hard to say who will suffer the loss.

At this moment, Ron blinked and asked with great curiosity:

Do you still believe in the bound god?

If you insist on believing in it again, I might as well just strangle it; I can always blame it on the "Mother Tree of Desire."

The little fish silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

Sharon shook her head, clearly expressing her refusal.

"It's unnecessary. You've already made a mess of everything. You've already fulfilled my biggest dream, and even exceeded it by a great deal."

In the end, these plain words seemed to have almost become a silent murmur.

Then, the light blonde girl took a deep breath, her azure eyes fixed on Ron, and she murmured to herself:

From now on, you are my Lord and my God.

Seeing what Miss Evil was thinking, Ron's eyes widened, and he blurted out:

"Then kowtow to me a hundred or so times first!"

"You bastard, you really were spying on my mind!"

That guy with his head down, he's disgusting!

Sharon's expression changed, and she went up and slapped the handsome young man hard across the face.

However, the boy wasn't angry. After a long time of trying to defeat the evil spirit, he finally made progress, which made Ron so happy that he even blew snot bubbles out of his nose.

First, there was the wild and untamed little she-wolf, then the gentle, considerate, and mischievous noblewoman, and then there was the taboo between gods and believers. It has to be said, Lord Ron knows how to play the game.

A fierce wind swept through the dark clouds, and on the vast sea, the Dawn was like an unwanted child, rolling back and forth in the waves.

A solitary island appears and disappears amidst the rolling waves, like the flickering light of a candle about to be extinguished in the darkness—not bright enough, but conspicuous enough.

"That's it! The address the deity deduced was correct!"

Bernadette Gustave was overjoyed. Even after so many years as a great figure, and having cultivated the composure that Russell spoke of, she was still like a little girl about to see her father.

Setting down the nautical chart, a hint of worry and confusion flickered in her deep blue eyes. Finally, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to chant a sacred name.

"The ruler of time and space, the ultimate point to which all things return to one, the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom—I have found the tomb of Russell Gustave."

As she prayed, her brow furrowed slightly; something about Ron's honorific name felt rather odd.

The reason is simple: this name seems a bit too impressive compared to those of other deities.

Perhaps this is why He was able to save my father?

She hadn't dared to study it much before because it involved high-ranking people, but now she was increasingly looking forward to Ron's strength far surpassing that of the Seven Gods, because that meant a much higher success rate.

"What's going on in the middle of the night?"

Bernadette then heard the boy's somewhat resentful voice.

'His tone was a bit off; he seemed resentful that something had been interrupted.'

The slightly immature boy's voice sounded pitiful, causing Bernadette's eyelids to twitch, and she quickly responded:

"I have located the target island, and according to your speculation, Russell Gustav seems to be inside."

The next moment, the "mysterious queen" clearly felt a gaze coming from afar, and then the familiar blond boy appeared before her, disheveled.

In an instant, the waves and the gale subsided, surrendering to the gods.

Ron glanced at the stunned Bernadette, straightened his disheveled shirt to conceal the finger marks on his neck, and the scratches and teeth marks on his face, and said calmly:

"You're just as annoying as a certain uncle; you always cause me trouble in the middle of the night."

uncle!?

Where did I get this uncle from?!

Also, you don't need to hide the fact that you were just beaten. I know best what a man who comes back from cheating is like. There are no bruises or scratches like that...

Bernadette was speechless for a moment, then politely greeted him:

"Um, have you eaten?"

The handsome young man rolled his eyes inwardly, ignored Bernadette, and instead took a step or two forward.

The surrounding scenery suddenly stretched and changed. Although this was only a small step for Ron, it was a giant leap for the Dawn.

In the blink of an eye, the two people and their boat arrived on the island.

Sensing the familiar atmosphere of the island, Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, patted Bernadette on the shoulder, and smiled, saying:

"It really is Him..."

"Hey, you're in luck! Your father probably has many other children too!"

Rosell's eldest daughter was confused, but even if she did, she didn't have time to argue with Ron about it.

Bernadette's gaze was fixed on everything on the island, looking at the secret mausoleum hidden deep within it, which was carved with various twisted symbols and magical symbols that represented rules.

Around the mausoleum, countless extraordinary creatures lay prostrate on the ground, as if paying homage to the only emperor here.

"How do we get in there? Do we need to investigate?"

She pursed her lips, suppressing the slight excitement in her heart, and cautiously looked at the god beside her who was capable of destroying everything.

If it were just her, Bernadette would be inclined to explore first, but now that Ron is here, it seems unnecessary.

"No need for that trouble, I'll take you there right now."

The handsome young man grabbed the mysterious queen's wrist and, with an absolute dominance, forcefully broke through the distorted rules surrounding the mausoleum, instantly descending into Roselle's tomb.

In an instant, the shadows within the mausoleum seemed to sense something, or perhaps they had been severely provoked, and began to churn like boiling water.

At the same time, hurried footsteps echoed through the passageways inside the mausoleum. The sounds were incredibly chaotic, like the frantic crawling of a baboon.

Upon hearing this voice, Ron's body suddenly "froze," his expression "changed drastically," and he immediately pinned the mysterious queen against the wall and began tearing at her clothes.

As he tore at it, he shamelessly muttered:

"I'm doing this for your own good. You're dressed too neatly, which could put you in a 'terrifying' danger."

Her perfectly intact sleeves were torn off, revealing arms as white as lotus roots. Her coat and shirt were also torn off, revealing a small, cat-eye-like navel. Her straight trousers were also removed, revealing fair, tall, and incredibly supple long legs.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle

Suspicious noises echoed throughout the eerie tomb, and when a figure made of shadows arrived, this was the scene before them.

The shadow wearing the twisted crown froze, and seemed to regain a sliver of reason.

patter

A dark brown knee-high leather boot was thrown in front of the poor old father, which made Russell Gustav pause for a moment, as if some familiar memory kept surfacing from the depths of his mind.

Several minutes passed, and just as Ron began to "take off" his clothes, he finally remembered who he was and who Bernadette, whose clothes had just been ripped off by the thugs, was.

He was so incredulous that his body trembled as he shouted:

"Fuck your mother!!! You beast!!!!"

(End of this chapter)