"I don’t want to hear this."
With the impact of the lighthouse imprint growing stronger, seemingly uncontrollable, Leon hurriedly continued to extract the essence from the Pure White Holy Mother while urging once again:
"The ultimate mission? What exactly is the ultimate mission!"
"The ultimate mission... Haven’t I already told you?"
Looking at Leon, who appeared anxious, Omnia Cicada grinned and said:
"Their ultimate mission, the first part is to wait for ’resurrection.’ As for the second part of the ultimate mission, how would a True God created by them know?"
"You... no, that’s not right!"
Seemingly realizing sothing, Leon’s brows furrowed involuntarily.
"You’re lying! You know what the ultimate mission is!"
"Yes, I’m lying."
Upon hearing this, Omnia Cicada chuckled, nodded with a soul corrupted by dream origin colors, and candidly admitted they were lying, then teasingly asked:
"But you don’t have much ti left, do you?"
"?"
"I can sense it, you’ve been resisting the imprint left by ’Father’ all along."
Laboriously raising his hand to point to the back of his own hand, Omnia Cicada sneered coldly:
"I admit, initially you indeed sched against to reveal ’Father’s secrets, but I’ve also discovered your problem—you can’t continuously suppress the imprint of ’Father.’ Therefore, the ti you have to interrogate is limited!
And since I can’t resist the erosion of the dream origin, I will eventually be squeezed for information by you. So instead of letting you probe more crucial information from , I’d rather choose the direction to confess!"
Having explained his maneuver gleefully, watching the silent Leon and the lighthouse imprint that has reached so limit, Omnia Cicada finally successfully turned the tables and laughed as he faced the erupting imprint.
"Food God! Although I’ve lost to you, you’ll never get anything from ... uh..."
No! Wrong! Sothing’s wrong!!!
Five bloodshot eyes widened to the maximum, finally glimpsing a trace of the dream origin, and with literal eyes tearing apart, Omnia Cicada suddenly raised a hand and desperately covered his mouth.
However, even as he squeezed his cheekbones so hard they almost shattered, a voice still managed to seep through the turbulent Heart Lake of Omnia Cicada, gradually erging from the depths of his soul.
"She is the only one among all the root remnants who has lived from the past to now!"
Uh... wait? Why does this sentence seem...
"I already knew... um... guessed that."
Resetting the erosion from the dream origin and erasing the mory of Omnia Cicada just monts ago, Leon "strenuously" suppressed the lighthouse imprint that seed on the brink of explosion, then spoke amidst Omnia Cicada’s sowhat bewildered gaze:
"I want to know more about Fredrica. What’s the situation with her and No.1? Oh right, there was also that transcendent you ntioned earlier, what’s that all about?"
Food God wants information about ’Father,’ and about the transcendent?
Feeling the increasingly fierce erosion around him, judging that he would be forced to reveal so information regardless, Omnia Cicada’s eyes shifted slightly, and he then spoke with flickering eyes:
"Regarding the transcendent... That starts a long, long ti ago."
"It’s alright."
After glancing at his sleeping son, Leon in reality pinched the inactive imprint on Omnia Cicada’s hand, calmly responded:
"You can take your ti to tell , I have plenty of ti."
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