Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 848: The Brilliance of Timir

Chapter 848: Chapter 848: The Brilliance of Timir

"Going rogue... heh, haha, hahahaha!"

The Little Ming Wang laughed crazily, golden light began to seep from under his skin, transforming his once-handsome face into something inhuman; he was like a humanoid cluster of golden radiance.

"Stop using your Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism rhetoric with me, after twenty-eight years, my ears are calloused from listening to it."

Brababa froze for a moment, twenty-eight years... is the age of Little Ming Wang!

He thought of some bad possibilities but still, with trembling lips, said to Little Ming Wang, "You’re the progeny of Buddha Ming Wang, the Overlord of this world, the most... "

"Ha... spit!"

Little Ming Wang flashed to Brababa’s front, kicking him flying away.

"Do you know what I hate most? It’s being called Little Ming Wang!"

"My name is Timir, a Holy Spirit born from Divine Radiance. What right does that damn Buddha have to claim me as his father?"

"But..."

Brababa wanted to say more, but Little Ming Wang... no, Timir interrupted him, responding fiercely.

"In the end, it was you people who barged into my house only shortly after I was born, before I even learned the world’s language, proclaiming me as Little Ming Wang!"

"So-called reincarnation simply does not exist; at least in this world it doesn’t, because it’s an ability only possessed by the deities under the Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld, a rare opportunity for a lucky few!"

"The tales in your texts of Little Ming Wang are merely fairy tales to deceive you bunch of fools, and you actually believed them!"

"Moreover, you even admitted your own weaknesses to prove your loyalty, which is the pinnacle of stupidity."

Brababa’s ability is average; daily, the ’invincible’ time is only one minute, seemingly a bit weak.

But if the Cataclysmic Trait is unused for a year, accumulated to be used in one day, it results in three hundred and sixty-five minutes of extended effect, allowing him to truly be ’invincible’ for that day, unless the Catastrophe intervenes, no one can defeat him during his transformation.

However, more than twenty years ago, he was awe-struck by Little Ming Wang’s innate wisdom and comprehension of the Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism teachings.

Believing him to be truly a deity’s offspring, the chosen one only noted in texts, Brababa, in his fervent belief, disclosed his weaknesses to Little Ming Wang as an act of loyalty.

During transformation, there’s a constantly moving point on his body, detectable only through special means. Attacking this point with immense power can break Brababa’s transformation.

Revealing weaknesses seems idiotic, but for someone like Brababa, whose worldview stems from religious texts, it was merely typical behavior.

Just like there are still people in the Federation who rigidly adhere to the Creation Church doctrine, stubbornly believing the Earth is flat, surrounded by endless ice fields.

If these people encounter what appears to be a ’Saint Heir,’ they’ll go to any lengths.

After listening to Timir, Brababa was left sitting dazed on the ground, his golden Buddha-like figure gradually fading; his worldview had collapsed.

Timir stopped looking at Brababa and focused on Wen Li, eyes filled with a hint of jealousy, and even hatred!

Born from Archangel radiance, Timir also had an opportunity to become divine like Wen Li.

But his divinity attempt failed, and the Heavenly God Yogma under the Lord of the Netherworld passed by as his consciousness faded, offering him a choice to become his subordinate.

To the heavenly gods, Timir was mere insignificance.

Yogma wanted him as a subordinate only to irk that archangel, and perhaps Timir’s divine ceremony was even sabotaged by Yogma.

Timir understood all this, yet accepted and was reborn near the Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism area with inherent phenomena.

He initially resisted being Little Ming Wang, but without strength to oppose in his youth, he later discovered he could use the faith of Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism to achieve divinity, thus becoming Little Ming Wang.

But when Wen Li chose Qing Ridge Plateau as the divinity site, Timir received Yogma’s orders to help Wen Li become divine at all costs!

Thus, Timir was forced to abandon his own divine potential, choosing betrayal at this moment to clear obstacles for Wen Li’s ascension.

This act greatly harmed Timir, but from the moment he betrayed that archangel for survival, he lost the right to refuse.

Because Yogma deemed Wen Li’s divine potential more valuable than Timir’s.

Combat master Zhao Yong removed his glasses, pointed at Timir, and said to Sun Shanxing, "I’ll handle this guy, focus on the cripple. Don’t die before I’ve dealt with him."

Sun Shanxing nodded, aware of Zhao Yong’s strength, and thus confident in him.

Zhao Yong approached Timir, crushed the glasses in his hand, and his body swelled, stretching and tearing his shirt, eyes blazing with furious flames.

"Ha, dealing with me, do you have the qualifications?"

Freed from the shackles of the Little Ming Wang identity, Timir grew arrogant; born of angelic essence, he naturally exuded angelic pride.

Earlier, he easily dealt with two True Sequences, fuelling his ego.

He pointed at Zhao Yong, releasing a beam of golden light, which Zhao Yong casually dispersed.

Then Zhao Yong charged at Timir, effortlessly dodging all the golden light Timir emitted, and upon reaching Timir, he tossed a sandal at him, sending Timir flying.

"One doesn’t need qualifications to beat a traitor."

Timir stood, a trace of golden blood at his lips.

"I was careless earlier, but you’re a superpower user with close combat abilities, you cannot win against me."

"I am the radiance itself, I possess the fastest linear speed in the True Order Realm, you can stop light speed..."

Another sandal flew at him; Timir dodged easily but realized it was just a sandal.

Then, a foot from above kicked his jaw, sending him flying.

"Impossible, how can he be this fast..."

What Timir didn’t realize was, in his twenty-eight years living as Little Ming Wang, he never had to fight for his life, making his combat skills rusty.

And his opponent Zhao Yong, though not the strongest among the True Sequences of the Capital, was undeniably the best at fighting!