"Hmm, a not-so-unfamiliar ceiling."
Byron suddenly opened his eyes in the midst of a dream.
He found himself no longer in the bedroom of Ganquan Palace, and above him wasn’t a regular building’s ceiling, but a vast night sky filled with stars.
Within each of the shimring stars, faintly erged a sacred figure, peculiar in shape yet equally majestic.
The reason Byron said this ceiling was not unfamiliar was because he had seen similar scenes before.
The space where the [Myriad Wings Angel] and other "angels" fragnted by [The Shackled Creator] jointly slumber––the Pantheon!
But now, strangely, the already vast night sky seed even more distant, and everything was upside down, like reflections seen through the surface of water.
"Surface? Water? Water!"
Byron thought of the water surface and suddenly realized he was clearly imrsed in seawater, and as soon as he opened his mouth, countless bubbles gurgled out.
Of course, already as a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, he couldn’t drown, let alone now.
But the sudden unexpected event made Byron fully awaken from his half-dream, half-awake state.
He widened his eyes and darted them around, surrounded by boundless dark water, and the queens who had been lying in his arms before sleep had all disappeared.
He then discovered he wasn’t there as himself, but viewed it through the perspective of the [Myriad Wings Angel].
"But although I habitually practiced so ’Unity of All Things’ with the two queens before sleep, I clearly didn’t synchronize with the [Myriad Wings Angel] after falling asleep, so how did I get forcibly taken into its perspective?
And it differs completely from when I actively went to the Pantheon to gather followers."
Byron tried to move his limbs, but they didn’t respond at all.
In this state, it was as if he were paralyzed, only able to slightly move his eyes and mouth, while the rest of his body felt extraordinarily heavy, like being filled with lead.
Even more peculiar was that he was currently sinking little by little into the oppressive, frigid, pitch-black depths of the sea, getting deeper and deeper.
"What’s going on? Am I having a nightmare?"
Byron attempted to mobilize the divine aura to escape this state beyond his control.
But not only did his body refuse to cooperate, his spirituality was dull, unresponsive to any invocation.
After several unsuccessful attempts, he cald down to recall what had happened before entering the dream.
"After the battle for the First Island Chain ended, I left a portion of the Security Fleet and the Bloodthirsty Cult’s black witches to handle those sea monsters and the remains of the biological warships.
Other flotillas within the great fleet each returned to their own defense zones.
The hour was already late, and we agreed to hold a grand feast tomorrow to celebrate the nation’s founding victory.
I and my two sisters returned to Ganquan Palace together.
But just after closing the bedroom door, I was bound by a heap of tentacles extending from under Violet’s dress, asked to honestly confess why there was the scent of other won on .
Both of them inherited the Night Demon’s lineage, with heightened sensitivity to sll, blood, and hormones, so if I wanted to sneak around, I couldn’t possibly deceive them.
Moreover, with Jeanne Don Quixote possessed by the Mother of Monsters, the residual [Breeding] authority along with her female hormones were close to bursting.
Then..."
Even in the peculiar situation now, Byron’s face subconsciously revealed a sense of relish.
His beloved sisters certainly wouldn’t really be mad at him for such trivial matters.
Not to ntion he did nothing wrong, even if he did, they would rely see Byron as having been taken advantage of by that old woman who lived for two eras and died for one.
It’s just that during the "penalty treatnt," perhaps influenced by the Mother of Monsters’s residual aura, Catherine and Violet beca exceptionally proactive and bold.
In the end, not only did the two sisters join forces, but Violet’s newly erged two divine avatars also participated in the intense encounter.
The consciousness, mory, and personality of the divine avatars were unified, rely representing different personality facets, hence there was no sense of unfamiliarity when interacting.
Just like the Little Witch, both clumsy and playful.
Byron certainly didn’t hold back, swiftly bringing each one to submission, consuming every bit of them from head to toe.
Of course, after a day’s consecutive battles, his stamina was at its limit, ultimately flustered, and in turn being drained entirely by the "four" sisters joined forces.
The pressure accumulated while confronting the Old Gods earlier was completely relieved.
Before he fell into a deep slumber, his [Creation] authority seed to activate subtly, hinting at the birth of yet another descendant of his.
But he couldn’t instantly discern who the child’s mother was.
Aside from the life signal being too weak, the main reason was that tonight, there... were simply too many people.
Byron reined back his wandering thoughts, returning to the main topic:
"Since using the Chronicle of Ages to create the [Myriad Wings Angel], a considerable amount of Heavenly Ti has passed, yet this is the first ti such an anomaly has occurred.
Apart from the residual whimsical strength of [Mother of Monsters] possibly causing mutual attraction through similar paths, I can’t think of any other anomaly leading to this situation."
As he pondered counterasures, he unknowingly continued to sink deeper, the surroundings growing colder, the light dimr, as the celestial canopy above gradually disappeared from view.
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