Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1192 The last one to join forces like this, now...

"Moo~ (No problem~)"

After replying to Lyon with a confident look, the old ox snorted loudly, and its body visibly swelled up.

In just a few breaths, the little yellow ox, which was only the height of Lyon's shoulder, has transformed back into the enormous creature that once carried mountains on its back and held the blue sky above its head... However, its body is slightly hazy, as if floating in a dream, and it doesn't look quite real.

It seems that even if we obtain the source of dreams, it will be difficult to completely turn dreams into reality... But oh well, this is enough for now.

"Who the hell broke... the cow?!"

"Wow! There's an amazing cow!"

"What's so amazing? Where did all this destruction come from... Holy crap, what a huge cow!!!"

As the old ox, amidst the panicked screams of countless demons, tilted its head, pierced the floating island with its horn, and then tilted its head back to scoop the entire fragment onto its back, a hint of satisfaction flickered in Leon's eyes.

In order to save the old bull from Frederica, he not only gave up nearly 30% of the Dream Source, but also voluntarily severed part of his soul. The price he paid was enormous, but now it seems that it was a very correct choice.

Even setting aside the old ox's past kindness in protecting humanity's hope and its speed that even the Four Pillars Gods couldn't catch up with, its ability to carry mountains and seas alone is worth the "ticket price".

If I were to come to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils alone, I could only capture a dozen or so demon gods at most. It would be impossible to move these core fragments left after the destruction of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils in less than ten or twenty years.

Although the old ox doesn't even have a physical body in the strict sense, with the blessing of the dream's origin, it can still exert about half of the power in the dream, moving these broken fragments of the plane without any pressure.

Hmm... I remember the old ox's original form was still nailed to Mount Ring of Time. Once we get there, we might as well help it get its original form down. The will that almost came true in the dream, combined with its original body, would essentially resurrect this hardworking and meritorious ox...

"Moo moo moo! (These things stink! Give me a cigarette to light up, one that I can hold in my mouth right now, and it has to be at least 600 meters in diameter!)"

"..."

It's just that its smoking habit seems a bit too strong...

……

Wait... what is he doing?
Looking at Leon, who was carrying a paper tube with a diameter of seven or eight hundred meters, stuffing it into the mouth of an old ox and lighting it, the "Demon Angel," who was lying on a fragment of a mountain of bones, couldn't help but blink, a clear look of bewilderment on his face.

Where did this cow come from? What is that paper tube it's carrying? It's one thing for Number 3 and this cow to collect demons, but why are they even taking away fragments of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils?

Also, after Number 3 finished interrogating that demon that was deliberately left behind, he should have known that I, the saint, was also involved. Why didn't he try to find me? Instead, he started capturing demons everywhere? What exactly is he here for?
“Mother, I suggest you don’t delve too deeply into these issues.”

Lying beside the "Demon Angel," the Crimson King, whose mind was connected to the Pure White Mother, calmly reminded her:
"The most valuable lesson we learned from our past encounters with the God of Cookery is that we should never try to understand his behavior."

Anyone who tried to guess his thoughts or alter his actions was eliminated by him. So if you insist on taking action against him, I suggest you ignore what he's doing and just continue with your original plan.

"..."

That sounds reasonable... Okay then...

Although she found this approach somewhat bizarre, the clueless Pure White Mother, at the sincere suggestion of the Crimson King, had no choice but to listen to his advice, nodding in agreement, and then detached herself from the body of the demon angel.

However, the instant her will departed, a deep blue rift suddenly opened, and the Myriad Things Celestial Cicada, its melted arm not yet fully healed, pulled the trembling thrush out of the rift, speaking with a somewhat anxious expression:

“Crimson! You…”

"You're here again?"

The solid angel wings on his back unfurled slightly, and the Crimson King rebuked him with an unfriendly expression: "You rebellious people who rejected Mother's love! How dare you two come back to me?"

"..."

Damn! Are we controlled this thoroughly?

Seeing the Crimson King's hostile words towards them upon their first meeting, and knowing she couldn't subdue him before the Pure White Mother arrived, the All-Encompassing Cicada could only grit her teeth and remind them:

"The Crow's power has now expanded to the point that even the remnants of the Root cannot stop him. Do you know what that means?! If the Pure White Mother drags you along to fight the God of Food..."

"Then I'll go!"

Then you're fucking dead! We might even be held accountable by the "Father"!
Although the Pure White Mother was a descendant of the Roots, while the God of Food was not even a descendant of the Roots, after guarding the Dream Valley for three months with trepidation and witnessing Lyon's elegant "eating habits," the All Things Celestial Cicada really didn't have much hope that the Pure White Mother could win in the conflict.

Even worse, if the Pure White Mother is killed by the God of Food, not only will the Crimson King, who is under her control, be in grave danger, but the God of Food will also become much stronger again by seizing the source of the Pure White Land, just like he ate the Dream Lord.

If that were to actually happen, I would be held accountable one hundred percent. Even if my father had the best temper, he certainly wouldn't let me off easily for "leading the team"! At that point, forget about achieving transcendence; I'm afraid...

No, stay calm! It's far from time to despair!
Seeing the Crimson King before him, who had become obsessed and unrepentant after being controlled by the Pure White Mother, the All-Encompassing Celestial Cicada took a deep breath and then spoke with a grim expression:

"Crimson! Bring back the will of the Pure White Virgin Mary, and tell her we are waiting for her here!"

"?!!!"

No? Are you fucking crazy?!?!
Upon hearing the words of the Heavenly Cicada, the thrush trembled involuntarily, then exclaimed in shock:

"you……"

"We can work together."

Ignoring the startled thrush, and looking at the astonished Crimson King before him, the All-Encompassing Cicada squinted and said:
"If I'm not mistaken, is that Pure White Mother still unwilling to give up? Even if you tell her the odds aren't high, she still intends to attack the God of Food? Isn't that right?"

"..."

"It seems I guessed it right."

After glancing at the silent Crimson King, the All-Encompassing Cicada took a deep breath and said:
“Your Majesty, I know you must be watching. Let’s make a deal!”

"..."

“Crimson has already been captured by you. You can definitely tell whether what he said is sincere or not. He genuinely believes that you have little chance of winning.”

Furthermore, please forgive my bluntness, but the God of Cookery's methods are far more terrifying than you imagine. Even if he were to use a calculated attack against you, you would most likely be no match for him!

"so what?"

"So why don't we join forces!"

Seeing the Crimson King speak in a soft female voice, a look of interest appearing on his face, the All-Encompassing Cicada tried to conceal the annoyance in its eyes and suggested expressionlessly:

"I'll teach you how to safely approach the God of Cookery and use your [Pure White Embrace] on him, and in return, you'll promise to let Crimson go after you succeed. How about it?"

(End of this chapter)