Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 505: The stinky outsiders are coming to our disaster city to beg for food! ? (Two in one) 6K
The flames soared into the air, rolling up sparks in the air.

"Why don't you go up and sing?"

"You look like you're good at it. I mean, you should be good at the heroic type."

Ron glanced at the official pirates surrounding the fire, then turned his head to look at Alger Wilson, whose dark blue hair was as messy as seaweed.

"Uh……"

Alger stood there in a daze, his face turning red, which was unusual for him. He scratched the back of his head with his right hand in embarrassment.

Well, it looks like this is another one who can’t sing…

The blond boy rolled his eyes in his heart, and then snorted mockingly:
"So how do you play the Sea Singer?"

"Be careful not to pretend to be a deep-sea mud monster, the kind that makes strange noises!"

"Hahaha……"

The corner of Alger Wilson's eye twitched, as if he was meeting Ron for the first time, and he looked at the god again stealthily.

“I didn’t expect that a god would be like the hunters on the sea. Normally, shouldn’t a strong person of this level be like Mr. Fool?”

“If His strength and achievements were not there, and if He had not been recognized by Mr. Fool, I would definitely not believe that the world is so absurd…”

His mind raced when he suddenly felt his shoulders sink and he discovered that the blond-haired, golden-eyed young man had stood up.

"Let's go, don't waste time, take me to see where the danger is."

"They won't find out."

Ron pointed at the pirates who were either preparing food or singing loudly, and with his thin body, he lifted up a muscular man.

Alger felt a sense of weightlessness and tried to struggle instinctively, but in the next second, his feet touched the solid deck.

"Come with me."

He glanced at the crew and sailors with some concern. Seeing that they ignored the noise they had just made, the "Hanged Man" finally felt relieved and led Ron into the cabin.

Today, perhaps I can witness the wisdom and authority of the gods...

After walking up a few steps, Alger Wilson began to feel a lot of anticipation in his heart.

This is not something that ordinary people can see.

Even the Pope of the Church of Storms rarely sees miracles from the Lord of Storms!

The Pope cannot see it, but I can. I am more powerful than the Pope.

"That's it!"

After walking for about a few minutes, going up and down many stairs, the two finally came to a corridor that was not illuminated by candlelight.

The floor of the corridor was covered with dust, and all the doors were locked with chains. It seemed that few people came here.

No, it should be that no one would come to such a gloomy and dark place!

This silent, desolate and eerie atmosphere always reminds people of the ship under their feet, a ghost ship from the Fourth Age.

This ship does not require repairs by craftsmen or human operation.

So it's hard not to suspect that it's the invisible ancient spirits that are driving the ship and repairing the damaged hull.

The residences of those ghosts are most likely in these chained rooms.

bang bang bang...

Suddenly, there was a burst of banging on the door, and at the same time, Alger heard clear footsteps.

Pieces of blood-like rust were spread all over the corridor, with dense footprints appearing irregularly on them.

This change came so suddenly that even Alger's heart trembled three times.

"who!?"

He crossed his legs and quickly retreated behind Ron.

The scene at this moment seemed so funny.

A muscular man with a pale face hid behind a young man.

This is really a visual impact full of contrast.

"There has never been such a change here before. It seems like something is coming!"

Alger Wilson said hurriedly, because the footsteps in his ears were getting closer and closer...

Soon, it jumped behind him.

Behind me!?
His hair stood on end and he was about to summon a strong wind, but someone was faster than him.

I saw a white jade hand, which was one level faster than anything else, pinching a ball of invisible air.

Then he squeezed it hard, and with a click, the footsteps behind Alger disappeared completely.

Who is the weird and scary anomaly?

Alger Wilson was stunned. He never expected that such a strange monster whose shape could not be seen could be strangled to death by Ron with just one hand!

Do you have to be so fierce! ?

"it's gone now."

Ron withdrew his hand and reminded.

there is none left?
The "Hanged Man" had not reacted yet. Hearing this, he just looked around instinctively.

Those blood-red rust and messy footprints disappeared from the cabin at no one knew when!
How is this possible? Could it be that in the instincts of this weird and terrifying monster, there is also a logic of bullying the weak and fearing the strong! ?
Looking at Ron blankly, Alger's thoughts raced as he tried to guess what the god would do next and what the deep meaning behind his actions was.

Perhaps, he should use his authority to reinforce the seal and then slowly study it, or he could use his divine status to forcibly crush and separate the danger...

However, before he could finish his thoughts, he saw the young man with a ponytail striding forward, randomly selecting the nearest room, kicking open the tightly closed door, entering like a pirate meeting a beautiful lady, and then slamming the door shut.

Bang—click.

Even locked it.

???

Shouldn't we first conduct a thorough investigation, carefully analyze the relevant situation, and finally make a targeted plan?
Are you the "sailor" or am I the "sailor"! ?

Alger Wilson stood there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, until he finally took a deep breath and retreated further away, staring at the door that Ron had just forcefully opened and then tightly closed.

……

The room was covered in dust, its interior decoration had long since decayed and would turn into a pile of collapsing ash at the slightest touch.

Ron looked around and found that the room was quite closed.

It was dull and black, with extremely simple interior furnishings and a creaking floor, even worse than the second-class cabin on the White Agate.

However, these clues, which are very thought-provoking for ordinary people, are not worth Ron's attention.

He walked quickly forward and found a full-length mirror that reflected a faint blush.

There is an ancient patterned border structure on the edge of the mirror, which is obviously a product of the previous era.

A very small amount of crimson moonlight shone through the dirty round window into the dark and closed interior of the cabin.

Da da da--

In the dark environment, in the closed space, there seemed to be footsteps sounding at a very fast speed.

The blond boy was about to look around when he found that there was an invisible force blocking his movements.

As long as he dares to turn his head, his neck will be completely broken!
Click.

An extremely strange sound of bone fracture, accompanied by a hoarse gasp, suddenly exploded inside the room, even causing the hurried footsteps behind Ron to pause for a moment, and he took a half step back in fright!
The blond boy's head was turned 180 degrees backwards, with only a thin layer of skin connecting his neck and head.

The head was hanging upside down on the back, and countless blood and strong and strange pollution were spurting out from the crack.

In that instant, everything around seemed to have fallen into nothingness, and wherever the divine blood passed, there was a golden, shining light everywhere.

The distortion and pollution from the spiritual level caused the reality in the room to change rapidly.

The divine blood on the ground squirmed, transforming into some more or less strange, indescribable, incomprehensible, and paradoxical things. They quickly intertwined and combined, and in an instant the interior of the room became a distorted and bizarre space and time.

There were eyes connected to nerves, countless limbs covered with black hair, and absurd monsters growing out of the ground. Some looked like cows, but had human faces. Some were ordinary boxes, but filled with flesh and blood and internal organs like living things. Others were giants countless meters tall, with large and small pustules all over their bodies, and inside them seemed to be gestating flesh and blood planets and balls burning with fire.

"You want the head?"

Suddenly, Ron, with his head hanging upside down on his back, asked with a smile.

Then he bent his arm backwards, with bone spurs sticking out from his elbows. At a twisted angle that no human could ever do, he ripped off his own head and threw it over.

The invisible footsteps seemed to be dumbfounded at this time. Ron could clearly see a headless body standing stiffly in place through the only mirror left in the grotesque room.

The joints of his hands and feet seemed to be coated with glue, and he dared not move. He could only let Ron's head rest lightly on his broken neck, biting tightly without leaving a single gap.

For beings at Ron's level, the form of life is no longer limited to the flesh. A "true god" will die if his head is removed, but the "Old Ones" will not. As long as the characteristics and authority are not lost, no matter how many physical injuries they suffer, it does not matter.

Because they are extraordinary and indestructible, just like the countless secret puppets of the "Lord of Mysteries", if they are recovered in time, it will not be considered a loss.

Frankly speaking, Master Ron can do anything, whether it's a small whip, pepper spray, or a thick candle, as long as it can't be filled, he will stuff it full.

Ho ho ho.
The sound of air leaking from the neck was heard again. The headless corpse controlled by something seemed to want to make a final struggle, but in just a moment, it was completely corroded by the boy's head.

"How terrible," the blond boy held his head and muttered softly, then went to his body and poked his exposed trachea.

How should I put it? The suction is quite strong, it feels itchy, warm and moist.

At least people should not and cannot
With a stiff pull of his lips, the boy controlled his body to cross the body and came to the full-length mirror.

He took a step forward and just like that, stepped in and went to another world.

If he wants to sneak in, he needs some unique methods. He is not a ghost who can find loopholes in anything.

If we really have to compare, Ron and the "Original Creator" are both extremely powerful and invincible in a head-on attack, but when it comes to weirdness, the "Lord of Mysteries" is the winner.

The mist seemed like a hazy dream that obscured the deep red surroundings. Ron remained in a free-falling posture and had to control his body and hold his head with both hands to prevent it from falling off.

Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed across the golden eyes, and he found himself in a strange city.

City of disaster!

When Ron first saw the blood-like rust, he sensed the taste of this source, but
"That broken ship actually goes directly to the City of Disaster!?"

"I initially thought there would be a transit area, but I didn't expect it would be so easy to get in."

The blond boy turned his head 360 degrees and looked around curiously, finally confirming that the city with the crimson sky was exactly the same as what he saw in Bansi Harbor.

"interesting."

Ron muttered, and immediately walked out of the closed alley and came to the stone-paved street.

Unlike what Ron imagined, the "City of Disaster" was not as deserted as the "Wilderness of Knowledge". On the contrary, it was quite lively to some extent.

I saw two-wheeled vehicles pulled by manpower passing in front of the boy, and in the middle of the road, there was a huge thing that looked like a steam locomotive running on the rails and moving slowly forward.

Ron was not illiterate, on the contrary, as an omniscient person, he immediately recognized what these two vehicles, which were very different in style from those in the Northern Continent, were.

"Rickshaws, trams, and cars, wow"

As he marveled, his golden eyes moved away from these things that were full of the characteristics of the times and turned to look at the unsteady figures walking on the street.

Ron was initially puzzled by the existence of "citizens" in the "City of Disaster".

However, when he thought about the characteristics of the "Hunter" path to form a legion, and the "Witch"'s hobby of always holding silver parties, he felt relieved and no longer had any doubts.

“City of Disaster”, can it still be called a “city” if no one lives in it?

"Source Castle" also has the function of keeping the puppet fresh and preventing it from completely spoiling!
"It does fit the description, but where did these people come from? Are they from the last era? Or are they the people from the Western Continent who were contaminated by the source?"

After his eyes swept over the monster wearing a cheongsam, holding a round fan, with swollen limbs and pus oozing out, the blond boy gave up on exploring this aspect.

No matter where it comes from, as long as he can achieve his goal in the end, it's fine.

Supporting his head to make himself look more normal, Ron controlled his body to walk out of the darkness, trying to find a strong man like the "Heavenly Master" in this "City of Disaster" to have friendly negotiations.

"Stop, damn it, you stinky outsider is here to beg for food!?"

At this moment, a vague and hoarse voice, as if filled with phlegm, came from behind Ron. The voice was no longer clear. Fortunately, the young man was omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise there would really be a language barrier.

beggar!?

Ron somehow recalled the time when he first entered Backlund.

"Where did this stinky foot patrol come from? You are the beggar!"

The blond boy turned his head 180 degrees and saw a dark blue zombie wearing a black uniform behind him. Ron quickly cursed back on behalf of the locals.

I saw that the face of the zombie behind me was mostly rotten, and there were insects crawling in and out of it, but this guy who seemed to have some rationality was unaware of it, just like a human in a monster's skin.

When the security guard zombie saw that Ron's head could turn 180 degrees, his attitude also changed 180 degrees.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I thought you were from outside. Today is the mayoral election, and we can't let outsiders in."

Look, that's politeness!

"foreign?"

Ron asked suspiciously.

In this damn place, besides Ron Sothoth, there are actually outsiders?
"Yes, every time there is a mayoral election, there are always outsiders who come from nowhere to cause trouble. They are very abnormal, and even their complexions are not the blue-black color that represents health."

At this point, the zombie's slurred voice stopped, and he looked at Ron's head meaningfully.

Mayoral election? You guys are still doing this, what are you doing, is this still source material! ?
When the boy heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched a little, then he took off his head and kicked it like a ball for a while, which scared the security guard so much that his face turned a little red.

"Can you confirm now whether I am a foreigner?"

The headless figure asked sullenly, holding his head.

"Yes, confirmed. None of the locals are as weird as you."

The uniformed zombie turned around and left, jumping as fast as if he had met some psychopath.

"."

Seeing this, the great Infinite Wisdom was speechless for a moment. He never expected that he would be rejected by a strange zombie.

"What a strange place, what a strange city. Maybe I need to change my mind."

Rejecting and even hunting down outsiders was understandable in Ron's opinion. Any source substance was extremely hostile to non-pathway Extraordinary Beings. Even the "True Gods" at the top of the single sequence had to be contaminated before they could be accepted by later comers.

However, it is not only xenophobic but also introverted, which seems very strange among all the sephiroth.

"The behavior of people here is bound to be affected by the source, so perhaps it can be regarded as something similar to rules. Those so-called 'outsiders' may be the humans in the Western Continent who rely on the gift of the source to gain power."

"But why?"

Among all the source substances, the "City of Disaster" is the most active.

Not only did it take root in Bansi Harbor, it also polluted Medici in the Fourth Epoch, and judging by the situation of this ship, it also seemed to be related to the Tudor Empire.

As for the fact that the Original Witch and the Blood Emperor went to bed together at that time, in addition to the factor of the bearded man, it was most likely related to this source essence.

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Ron controlled his body, raised his head, and secretly scanned the entire city.

After a while, he frowned slightly as if he had discovered something.

"Tsk, this source essence seems to be very active. Is it choosing a master for itself?"

"You can't underestimate everyone. Why do I think that only the 'Dead Ghost' and the 'Original' have prepared a backup plan for resurrection, while the other Old Ones have no preparation at all?"

"This may be the response made by the previous 'Original Disaster'. He selected the right people who fit the twisted and contradictory characteristics, just like the row of bacon on Sefirah Castle."

"So becoming the mayor means taking control of the city of disaster? Isn't that a little too easy?"

While Ron was thinking, he suddenly saw the people on the street quicken their pace. Whether they were pedestrians, cars, bicycles or rickshaws, they were all rushing in one direction.

The mayoral election has begun!

Seeing this scene, the blond boy waved and got on a rickshaw. He held his head and sat elegantly on the rickshaw, intending to join in the fun.

"Get off! All the stinky men get off the stage. Only we women can run for mayor!"

"Bah, you bitch, what kind of person are you? If it weren't for our patrol team of men, you would have been sold to a brothel long ago!"

"You are not making an equal statement. Women's rights are everyone's rights, and everyone has the obligation to protect them. Why can't you, a cheap man, let us women run for election?!"

A corpse with swollen body and pus oozing out, unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman, holding a round fan in hand, rushed towards a monster with obvious male features. She slapped him in the face and almost tore off the mandible.

The male zombie was obviously not in good shape either. He looked at his compatriots behind him, as if he had some power.

He pushed the ground lightly with his feet, rushed forward, and swung his fist that smelled of rust, almost ripping open the bloated female zombie.

"I'll go to bed at eight in the morning!"

"How dare you insult a woman!?"

The fight between these two monsters was like a fuse, causing chaos in the election venue. The eyes of men and women were filled with bloodshot, and they started fighting each other without saying a word.

Frost, fire, disease and natural disasters followed one after another. Even the rotting corpses who were preparing their speeches for the mayoral election could not suppress their instinctive distortion and tore at each other's torsos.

Thousands of years, hundreds of elections, every time it's this kind of chaos, anyway they won't die, why let those stinky men/women become mayors! ?
This contradiction seems to come from the bottom of the source quality, showing the awkwardness and distortion more concretely.

As soon as Ron arrived here, before he could pay, he saw the rickshaw driver quickly joining the fight, which stunned him.

He touched his chin, looked at the chaos at the scene, and finally moved his gaze to the loudspeaker in front of the podium.

"Stop fighting!"

The blond boy trotted to the podium and shouted.

The loudspeaker was quite useful. Ron's roar revealed a bit of his dignity, which made the monsters who were fighting each other feel a breeze. They quickly withdrew from the fight and turned their eyes to Ron on the podium.

The young man cleared his throat, waved his hand and said:
"I want to be the mayor today. Who of you is in favor? Who is against?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it immediately aroused public indignation, and the citizens in the audience were all shouting and waving their arms.

"Stop farting, are you a man or a woman?"

"If you are a woman/man, get off the stage right now!!!"

Hearing this, the blond sneered and pulled down his pants.

I saw swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, halberds, clubs, whips, maces, hammers, claws, crutch and meteors, some with sharp points, some with blades, some with velvet ropes, some with chains, some with barbed hooks, some with Emei spikes, and even an armed helicopter and a shopping bag.
In an instant, the scene was silent!
There is a gun and a hole, how can you tell whether I am a man or a woman!
When it comes to perversion, "City of Disaster" has to stand aside!

(End of this chapter)