Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 421 Fishing (3K)

If the abyss at this moment was a blackboard full of words, then Ron was a rag soaked in water, bringing everything around him into himself.

The whole world seemed to have come to an end, and was about to be destroyed and melted into nothingness.

"A bunch of trash. If we kill them all, they will stop howling like ghosts."

The golden eyes were filled with unspeakable malice as they watched the demons disappear silently in the long river of time without leaving any trace.

Well, according to the "Giant" of the Dusk Hermits, the Demon King seems to have been severely corrupted, and new species of demons have been born in the abyss. Those should be caused by the pollution of the Outer Gods.

The pollution of the gift is not strong, at most it can only be a demigod...

Feeling everything that had just been destroyed, Ron kept making calculations in his heart.

The most urgent task now is not to kill them, but to find that bastard first, re-nail the coffin nails, and close the coffin lid.

Damn it, why can't you just lie still? Why am I so unlucky that I have to encounter something like this as soon as I came into this world! ?

His golden eyes suddenly revealed a hint of pain, and the endless light emanating from them suddenly stopped, and then burst out endlessly in all directions.

"damn thing!"

Ron's handsome face was distorted greatly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with gold and silver. He shouted provocatively and covered his heart. Behind him, illusory golden pointers inlaid with various crystal gems appeared.

There was no dial around the pointer, nor were there any grids or numbers, only an illusory circular outline, as if something was missing.

It is now rotating slowly, and time begins to pass in jumps.

At this moment, the abyss of the land of corruption, which is known as the source of all evil, actually trembled violently.

The earth shattered, the magma turned cold, and pieces of obsidian turned into nothingness, and finally disappeared in the long river of time along with the pungent and choking mist.

"die!"

At this time, the ancient and difficult words that directly pointed to the essence of the world came from under Ron with authority and power.

The "Original Creator" did not choose to continue hiding. If he continued to hide, everything would disappear with the passage of time, including His current state and the authority He had already controlled.

By then, He will inevitably be weakened, and His characteristics will be irreversibly drained from His body.

Nothing is eternal, not even the pillars. The most convincing thing is their three-in-one state.

If it were eternal, they would never become like this.

Countless crazy whispers penetrated into Ron Sothoth's mind from the outside world, making the world before his eyes extremely noisy and his head dizzy, as if he was possessed by another person.

He couldn't control himself and stretched out his hand, wanting to use his authority to expel all his characteristics and commit suicide.

"Depravity" and "filth" go well together, and "evil words" and "dirty language" are an extremely corrosive combination.

Even the ruler of time and space, who was absolutely rational and in a crazy state, could not help but become stiff, with dull eyes and drooling mouth, looking like someone suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

A giant sword made of flesh and blood, with magma and sulfur flowing on it, pierced out from the bottomless abyss. This giant sword seemed to be a combination of corruption and filth, bringing with it an erosion that no one could resist. It split the blond boy, who was frozen in mid-air, into two halves from bottom to top.

"Got you!"

At this moment, something strange happened. The illusory clock hands made a ticking sound, and the entire abyss began to flicker continuously, like a holographic projection with poor contact.

In the next second, or perhaps just a moment, time went back to the starting point, back to the time when Ron had just entered the abyss.

As a master of time management, how could he just rush in so easily?

All this is just a test, a prank and a mockery.

"You have herded Fabuti, and the demon's ability is quite compatible with the power of corruption. With your level of performance, even I have a high chance of being corrupted by you and becoming your puppet."

"Besides, I have no idea about the status of the Ancient Sun God. You may have been resurrected and are waiting to give me a fatal blow!"

"Oh, you idiot, you weren't feeling proud when you hit me so hard just now, were you?"

"No, no?"

Old silver coin.
Ron's words did not cause the "original will" in his body to make any expression, nor did he reveal any key information like a qualified villain.

He just remained silent, secretly annoyed at Ron's bad behavior and vigilance.

"Let there be light!"

Suddenly, a voice full of authority and power exploded in the blond boy's heart like thunder.

The light illuminated the surroundings, making the entire abyss look like heaven. It descended here with high temperature, purification, and the concepts of justice, covering Ron's head and face.

At the same time, the dark giant sword that had just appeared also attacked again, but this time it was obviously faster and more powerful, and the corrosion and corruption filth on it were even more concentrated and substantial. It seemed that as long as one looked at it, the body and mind would inevitably sink into the abyss, and thus be affected by the power of corruption and filth, and finally lose oneself.

Although the blond boy was not surprised by this sudden attack, he still felt a little depressed. He couldn't delay any longer. He might have already mastered the power of the "Dreamer".
Ron's thoughts flashed through his mind, and without any hesitation, he immediately took out a crystal monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

The monocle reflected a blinding white light in the light, causing the arm holding the giant sword of flesh and blood to suddenly retract as if afraid of something. It no longer tried to take advantage of the opportunity to kill, or to stop the "God of Time and Space" from heading to the deepest part of the abyss.

"Backtrack!"

Want to leave? How can it be that easy! ?

The illusory sound of the second hand turning again, and the crisp sound of "tapping" rang out over and over again.

The giant hand that was about to retract into the abyss suddenly stopped, and then suddenly returned to the original point and repeated the previous action.

This is a travel back in time, returning from the end to the beginning!
Although time was running out, the blond boy remained calm. He suppressed the two wild and restless wills in his body, stretched out his right hand, twisted his wrist, and then clenched it violently.

At the same time, various time nodes appeared in front of Ron, and he scanned them and selected one of the futures.

"Damn it, Sothoth, you are shameless, despicable, and disgusting!!!"

In Ron's mind, the original will could no longer bear it, and He began to curse and roll around wildly under the tyrannical suppression of His will.

Because the blond boy didn't steal anything else, he just happened to steal His bitter tea seeds.

The extraordinary ability of "grazing" is of utmost importance. Without it, the powerful strength of the "Original Creator" at this stage would be like an attic in the sky that would collapse at the slightest touch.

This is His most fatal weakness at this stage.

Frankly speaking, He knew that the "Thief" was unique in Ron's hands, and He was guarding against it everywhere.

So when Ron first entered the abyss, He did not show up, but used the abyss to control Ron's emotions, trying to influence him.

Sothoth has human emotions, which is a fact He has already analyzed. In other words, under the same status, this bastard is even easier to influence than the "Ancient Sun God".

Although he was wary of Ron, the development of things was still beyond his expectations.

Because from the perspective of the Creator, Ron went directly into the abyss without any preparation.

The "Original Creator" was initially very wary of this and could only try to influence his desires and emotions from a distance.

But no one expected that the usually smart Ron would be like a person with cerebral palsy, allowing Him to control and manipulate him. In the end, he was even severely injured and his will fell into madness.

Seeing his mortal enemy vomiting blood, who could bear it? The poor Creator made a prompt decision, and used some of his energy to control the herded Fabuti, and immediately swung out a sword to try to aggravate the opponent's disadvantage.

Of course there is an effect, but unfortunately it is a false result.

He had never expected that this bastard was actually risking his life.

And that fat, big, stupid fish is Him, the “Original Creator”!
Logically speaking, He should have stopped when Ron retreated, but his bad mouth was too infuriating, and coupled with the grudges of thousands of years, this creator, whose mental state was already not very good, took action again.

"Humph, if you're not good at it, practice more!"

"This is the combination of powers, a 100% successful theft."

Playing with the evil black sticky substance in his hand, Ron snorted with disdain, and the original will was furious.

"What a bullshit 100% successful theft. You were clearly robbing, right?!"

“Despicable, shameless, disgusting!!!”

At this moment, the shamelessness and cunning of the Lord of Mysteries were equated with Ron in the mind of the Original Creator.

This bastard had been plotting against me from the very beginning, and was acting just for me.

That is bullshit fragile human nature, it is clearly cunning and shameless divinity!
At least that's what the Lord of Mysteries says.

The huge black sword made of flesh and blood disappeared in mid-air, and the palm that stretched out from the bottom of the abyss began to fester, emitting dark green and dark black sticky pus that splashed all around.

Without the extraordinary ability to graze, the characteristics of containment would naturally be transferred to the main body.

As we all know, "Devils" and "Secret Prayers" are not on the same extraordinary path!

If he were an ordinary true God, he would probably have fallen into madness and lost control due to the conflict of characteristics.

However, as a personality split from the "original", the original creator only lost part of his rationality, and his dark pupils like the black sun were instantly infected by crimson.

The huge, festering palm suddenly grabbed the "Ancient Sun God" who still retained a trace of sanity, threw it into its mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

Time is running out, so we have to choose a backup plan!

"You must die, even if I can't live!!!"

(End of this chapter)