Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 550 Comrade Meng Dalin

"Here, here you go. Do you need me to help you revive? Although I'm not in good condition now, I'm a good person after all."

Reaching his hand into the void, he took out the essence taken from the "Ancient Sun God" from the "Treasure House of the King". Ron flicked his finger, and the golden light was like the most dazzling light of the sun, quietly floating in the gorgeous golden living room.

Not feeling well?
Hearing this, Adam's clear eyes, which seemed to have a low IQ, turned slightly, and he once again looked at Ron in front of him carefully.

This time, He seemed to have discovered something was wrong and asked in a deep voice:
"what happened?"

"Nothing. My main body was in a bad state and fell into a deep sleep. I was entangled by the original."

I am entangled by the word "first". Look, what a niche word it is.

The ancient sun god was speechless for a moment, and suddenly realized that his wisdom was not as useful as he had imagined.

Although He had studied a lot of knowledge and mysteries about the old days, they seemed to have little value now.

At this moment, a joyful voice came from deep in the living room.

"Oh, the ancient sun god is so ignorant that he can only stand on the ground as a decoration."

As soon as this joyful voice fell, he changed to a gnashing tone and said to Ron:

"I didn't expect to see you weakened. Do you want to play a game with me?"

Amon pushed the monocle on his right eye. He was wearing a pointed wizard hat and a classical wizard robe, and was walking towards Ron step by step.

He circled around Ron three times, left and right, and finally laughed happily and said:

"Ron Sothoth, you bastard, you deserve this day!?"

"Fate is so strange!!!"

Before he could finish his words, the great angel of time kicked him. Past scenes flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, and he was so excited that tears were about to flow.

Ron Sothoth's retribution will come today!

It's time to resist!

The blond boy twitched his lips when he saw this scene, somewhat unbelievable that Amon's IQ had dropped so seriously.

A squishy guy actually chooses to fight in close combat. Do you look down on me too much?
Although Master Ron is a little down and out now, his real body is not dead yet!

Instantly, a cluster of thorn-shaped red flames rose from the center of Ron's brow, and the aura of disaster, strife, and destruction spread all around.

The young man pointed his finger forward, and an ice crystal spear wrapped with ominous curses and disasters bloomed in front of his chest, like an unfolding ice crystal rose, instantly nailing the Time Angel to the wall.

As the cold wave arrived, the entire magnificent hall seemed to have entered the bitter winter, with thick layers of frost quickly forming.

"City of Disaster!?"

Amon, who was nailed to the ceiling, was surprised for a moment, then his mouth curled up, and he clapped his hands and said happily:
"Not bad, not bad, very impressive. You are indeed weak, otherwise how could you not even be able to distinguish between my real body and my clone?"

"How do you know I didn't do this on purpose?"

The blond boy shrugged and replied in a casual manner.

"Stop talking nonsense! Ron, others may not understand you, but don't I understand you?"

"Look at how unlucky you are. If you really have the ability, you would have shown it off long ago. If I'm not mistaken, it would be a bit difficult for you to deal with a true god now, right?"

The angel's mockery was merciless. Even if Ron used the power of the City of Disaster, he still couldn't freeze the mouth that kept opening and closing.

"Really? Then why don't you come out with your real body? Why send a clone here to get information?"

"Perhaps I should discuss with Klein and ask you two to switch paths. Let you be the clown and he be the angel~"

Ron was already accustomed to this kind of trick. He stroked his golden curly ponytail, ignored the chattering time angel, and turned to look at the half-sized ancient sun god.

"That's the thing. You should know a lot about my situation. Although I am now complete, the initial assimilation is still going on. The three of us are inevitably combined together."

At this point, Ron sighed and said:
"Perhaps there will be a fallen mother goddess in the future. By then, the 'first' will surely awaken. I'm afraid the entire universe will be used as a sacrifice, because He is the 'first' and should open up a new world instead of maintaining the old one. This is the symbol, and no one can change it."

"In other words, if I fail, everyone will die, and your whole family will die too!"

What are you talking about! ?
Can you speak well?
Adam's eyelids jumped and he glanced at Amon, then he realized that although Ron's words were harsh, they were indeed the truth.

He looked thoughtfully at the thorn flame on the boy's forehead, and said in a gentle and unhurried tone:

"So, you intend to use the 'Singularity of Everything', the 'Space-Time Unifier'''s instinctive splitting, to stop the inevitable convergence?"

"What do you want to do by telling me this?"

The beautiful boy narrowed his eyes slightly and made a very satisfied expression.

"It's a pleasure to talk to smart people. As long as I make my position clear, I won't have to waste too much time talking."

Having said this, the boy paused for a moment, and then began to teach in the tone of a teacher:

"Your idea is correct, but we must consider some practical factors. The tendency of the 'Space-Time Unifier' to split is not enough. I need more authority and more uniqueness to reach a higher level. Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, and finally."

"Pongo!!!"

"Explode them all!"

Ron jumped off the sofa and gestured with his arms outstretched, as if the extreme split was about to explode before his eyes.

"So you need me to resurrect and help you deal with the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the Eternal Sun, or the Lord of Storms?"

Adam asked calmly.

"Yes, I only want their uniqueness. After you are resurrected, you don't have to give me the uniqueness of the Hanged Man. I will even give you the lost characteristics of the Dark Angel, as well as the uniqueness and characteristics of the Visionary."

"To be honest, you have a personal grudge. I personally encourage you to seek revenge. After all, your status can suppress them a lot. By the way, you don't need to deal with the Lord of Storms. You can do whatever you want with the other two."

"This is my price, but you have to return it to me after you use it up. Do you understand? You have to return it to me!"

Plotting against gods, dealing with gods, and killing gods, Ron's status actually rose a little at this moment, but when he heard the final emphasis of "you have to give it back to me", Adam's clear and pure eyes became complicated again for a moment.

Please stop talking in the future. I feel so unsophisticated when I'm with you. How can you have the nerve to say "give it back to me" all the time when you open your mouth?

"can."

After pondering for a while, Adam finally accepted Ron's invitation to cooperate. As soon as He finished speaking, He turned and asked:
"Why don't you try to convince them?"

His words were simple, but Ron still understood them.

"No, even though they are gods, it doesn't stop them from being greedy for power and having no sense of the overall situation. I have no doubt that even if a catastrophe strikes one day, they will hold on to their 'treasures' and refuse to let go, and eventually drag everyone down with them to perish together."

Adam nodded after hearing this. He didn't say anything more. He put away the "essence" that Ron brought back and floated out of the living room. "It seems that having helpers is still very labor-saving. It's a pity that all my strength is used to fight against the "original" aggregation. Otherwise, why would it be so troublesome? If I had just come to them one by one, it would have been over long ago."

"Well, I'll leave the God of War to Amanesis. He seems to have coveted the other party for a long time. As for Lilith, I hope he can distinguish the importance of Lilith."

'Oh, and there are also the errors and doors that were thrown out of the universe. Forget about these two and leave them to the main body. They are just a thought to Him.'

"The only ones left are the 'Original Witch' and the 'Red Priest'."

"It seems that witches and I have a connection as well."

The boy muttered quietly, and finally lay down on the soft and warm sofa as if he was giving up.

He only has one sequence two characteristic left. Although he can mobilize the City of Disaster with his extremely high status, he is ultimately just using it, not accommodating it.

Therefore, it might be a bit difficult to kill a true god by just stretching out your finger as in the past.

"If those guys notice that I'm weak, they'll probably have a lot more tricks up their sleeves."

Gently waving his palm, Ron gathered the frost and coldness in the golden living room. He pulled the stubborn Time Angel clone in front of him and asked in a calm tone:

"Where's Medici?"

Hearing this, Amon pushed his monocle down and said sarcastically:
"Tsk~ Why are you looking for Him? Are you going to tell Him that you can't become a god and your path has been predetermined by your master?"

"Oh my, this feeling of being betrayed by my master again, I feel joy just thinking about it, I am so excited that my body starts to tremble."

Damn it, you are so good at mocking, I think you are trying to steal the road from Him! ?

The corners of Ron's mouth inevitably twitched, and then he grabbed the collar of the smiling Amon with both hands and began to shake him quickly, leaving a series of afterimages that were invisible to the naked eye.

"Stop talking nonsense to me, or you'll be screwed!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm now the president of the Workers' Union Association and a spiritual leader. I will never give in to an evil capitalist like you!"

Hearing this, the blond boy's forehead bulged slightly, and his handsome and cute face looked slightly hideous.

Damn you!
What weird things are you talking about!?
Although Ron knew all the words Amon said, he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

"just you!?"

39 Burklund Street.

The melodious music dispels the silence of the deep night, and the dreamy red moon hangs high in the sky, making it difficult to tell whether all this is real or just a sweet dream.

As the guests looked on, the place was bustling with people from all the upper classes chatting with each other, showing off their noble character, elegant dance steps, and reserved inner selves.

Even though the world had undergone such a huge change, it still couldn't stop the Backlund people's enthusiasm for socializing.

"Hahaha, Dawn, let me introduce you to an important person. Generally speaking, he would not attend such occasions!"

Mori Macht patted Klein on the shoulder and showed an extremely friendly attitude towards this wealthy man from Disi Bay.

After all, no one would have a problem with a mysterious rich man who is cultured, witty, humorous, and rich.

"Big shot? Is it a prince, princess, or some nobleman?"

Klein's thoughts raced, and he showed some interest and asked:
"Oh, who is it? Macht, now that you mention it, I am even more curious."

Senator Macht laughed again when he heard this, patted Klein's shoulder vigorously, and pointed in the direction of the stairs.

"Look, there he is, Joseph Vissarionovich Montalin, we all call him Mr. Montalin."

"?"

Upon hearing the name, the corners of Dwayne Dantès' mouth froze. His neck seemed to be filled with glue, and he looked stiffly in the direction of Senator Macht's finger.

I saw a man standing there with a broad forehead, thin face, black curly hair, and a crystal monocle on his right eye.

'You two are really enough, Meng Dalin, why don't you say your name is Mona Lisa!!!'

"Also, Amon is fine for being abstract, but why are you, an ancient sun god, following abstract? The City of Silver will cry to death!!!"

Although this was just a fake name, it still couldn't suppress the extremely strong feeling of complaining in Klein's heart.

Does it fit?

Does it fit?

Is this appropriate? ?
Is that true?
Is that true?
Is this reasonable?!
He thought that Sherlock Moriarty, the famous detective, the adventurer Gell Manceparro, and Russell's Caesar were already bad enough, but he didn't expect that there were people who were more courageous than them.

Who infected this?
"Dawn, he's the president of the Backlund Workers' Union, very famous!"

"Are you surprised? He has achieved so much at such a young age. He is a member of the Backlund Senate and a target of the nobles."

"You're so young! He's already your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, and more."

He is the King of Angels, the Son of the Creator, and the number one blasphemer in the world!
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched. He was about to say something but finally closed his mouth. He just felt that this world was so magical and strange.

Senator Macht thought Klein was surprised when he saw his reaction, so he continued to smile and said:
"Although his relationship with the businessman was not very good, his reputation was so great that most workers regarded him as a spiritual leader. In other words, if anyone had his support, they would naturally occupy a dominant position."

"Perhaps you could win him over."

As he spoke, Mori Macht showed an expression that looked like he was enjoying a good show.

"Hmph, sir, you are very brave, watching the excitement of the angels? I hope there will be no strange monocle on your right eye tomorrow."

Klein silently complained in his heart, then pretended to be in deep thought, and finally chuckled:

"Maht, if I'm not mistaken, this gentleman won't accept anyone's solicitation, right?"

"Have you guessed this?"

The congressman was surprised, and at the same time, he had a much higher opinion of Dwayne Dantès.

Dwayne Dantès smiled again and continued:

"This is inevitable, Macht. I have actually heard of his reputation. If he were to accept the solicitation of the great nobles, his value would probably be greatly reduced. I think those great nobles also dislike him very much and are trying to destroy and discredit him with some conciliatory policies."

“Once a spiritual leader has a stain, he is no longer a spiritual leader, right?”

Of course, Amon will not care, and may even give you a monocle.
Hearing this, Mori Macht looked at the mysterious rich man who had just arrived in Backlund with surprise and said with admiration:

"Dawn, I didn't expect you to see this. That's right, the workers are saying that this is an evil plan planned by the mysterious Ron, the owner of the Honest Steel Factory!"

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(End of this chapter)