"Moo~ (Piece of cake~)"

With a face full of confidence, Leon replied, and the old yellow cow snorted forcefully, its body expanding visibly.

Within just a few breaths, the small yellow cow that was previously only at Leon's shoulder height had transformed back into a giant beast capable of carrying mountains on its back and the sky on its head... However, its body appeared somewhat hazy and dream-like, with an air of unreality.

It seems that even with the root of the dream realm, it's tough to completely turn dreams into reality... No matter, this is sufficient for now.

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

"A cow! There's a cow!"

"What cow? Everything's destroyed, where did this… Holy cow, it's huge!!!!"

Watching as the old yellow cow tilted its head amidst the panicked shouts of countless demons, piercing a floating island with its horn and flipping the entire fragment onto its back, Leon couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

In order to rescue the old yellow cow from Fredri, he surrendered nearly thirty percent of the dream realm root and deliberately fractured part of his soul, a hefty price; but looking at things now, it was a very proper decision.

Even without mentioning the old yellow cow's past kindness in protecting the human line of hope, and its speed faster than even the Four Pillar Gods, the mere ability to carry mountains and transport seas was already worth the "ticket price."

If he had come alone to the Ten Thousand Abyss, at most he could grab a dozen or so demon gods, and moving these core remnants of the Ten Thousand Abyss's destruction would be impossible within a decade or two.

However, although the old yellow cow doesn't have a physical body in the strictest sense, under the blessing of the dream realm root, it can still exert about half of its power in the dream realm, moving these fractured planes remnants effortlessly.

Hmm... I remember the old yellow cow's physical form seems to still be nailed on Ring Time Mountain; perhaps when we reach Ring Time Mountain we can help it retrieve its body, and when the almost-real will in the dream realm is added to the original body, it equals bringing back to life this profficially deserving holy cow, just...

"Moo-moo-moo-moo! (These things stink, light me a big one that I can hold in my current mouth, over six hundred meters in diameter please!)"

"..."

Just that its smoking addiction seems a bit overwhelming...

...

What on earth is he doing?

Watching Leon plug a paper tube with a diameter of seven or eight hundred meters into the old yellow cow's mouth and light it, Demon Angel, lying on a mountain of fragmented bones, blinked in bewilderment, a clear confusion on his face.

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

Also, after interrogating the intentionally left demon god, Number 3 should know that I, the Holy Mother, am involved, so why isn't he trying to find me? Instead, he's started capturing demons everywhere. What on earth is his aim?

"Mother, I suggest you don't delve into these matters."

Beside Demon Angel, the Crimson King, who was connected to the Pure White Holy Mother's mind, calmly suggested:

"The most valuable experience we gained from clashes with the Food God in the past is to never try to understand the Food God's behavior.

Everyone who attempted to gauge his thoughts and tried to make changes in response to the Food God's actions ended up getting dealt with by him, so if you're intent on taking action against him, then my suggestion is to not bother with what he's doing and stick to your original plan."

"..."

That seems somewhat reasonable... Alright then...

Though considering this approach somewhat bizarre, under the sincere suggestion of the Crimson King, the completely bewildered Pure White Holy Mother chose to agree, nodding in consent, and then separated from the body of this Demon Angel.

However, the instant her mind departed, a deep green fissure burst open, and Omnia Cicada with its dissolving arm still not healed, pulled a shivering blackbird from the rift, speaking impatiently:

"Crimson! You..."

"You're back again?"

With solid angel wings spreading slightly behind, the Crimson King sternly rebuked:

"Rejected the mother's loving rebellious ones! How dare the two of you come looking for me again?"

"..."

Damn! Controlled this thoroughly?

Watching the Crimson King, who harshly accosted them upon meeting, Omnia Cicada realized they couldn't subdue him before Pure White Holy Mother arrived, so they gritted their teeth to remind him:

"The blackbird's strength has now swelled to the point that not even Root Remnants can stop him; you know what this means! If the Pure White Holy Mother drags you into dealing with the Food God..."

"Then I'll go!"

Then you're definitely screwed! And we might even be held accountable by [Father]!

Even though Pure White Holy Mother is a Root Remnant, and the Food God isn't even that, but painstakingly guarding outside the Dream Resting Chasm for three months, witnessing Leon's elegant "eating style" firsthand, Omnia Cicada held little hope that the Pure White Holy Mother could emerge victorious from that clash.

What's even more unfortunate is if Pure White Holy Mother gets taken down by the Food God, not only is her controlled Crimson King doomed, but the Food God would also gain immense power, as he did when he consumed the Dream Resting Master.

And if this scenario comes to fruition, I'll be held accountable one thousand percent, no matter how good [Father's] temper is, he won't easily let off the "leader" that's me! At that point, forget about transcending, it's likely...

No, stay calm! We're far from despair!

Watching the possessed and obstinate Crimson King standing before him, Omnia Cicada couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression darkening as he spoke:

"Crimson! Bring back that Pure White Holy Mother's will and inform her we're waiting here!"

"?!!!"

What the? Have you gone mad?!?!

Hearing Omnia Cicada's words, the blackbird flinched and then exclaimed in shock:

"You..."

"We can cooperate."

Ignoring the bewildered blackbird, gazing at Crimson King with a surprised face, Omnia Cicada squinted his eyes and said:

"If I guess correctly, isn't that Pure White Holy Mother unyielding? Even if you told her the winning odds are low, she still plans to take action against the Food God, right?"

"..."

"Seems I guessed right."

After glancing at the silent Crimson King, Omnia Cicada took a deep breath and said:

"Holy Mother, I know you're watching, let's make a deal!"

"..."

"Crimson has been seized by you, whether his words are sincere, you can definitely discern, he truly believes your odds of winning are low.

Moreover, forgive my bluntness, the Food God's tactics are terrifyingly formidable beyond your expectation; even factoring in strategic advantage, you're likely not his rival!"

"So?"

"So let's join forces!"

Watching Crimson King, emitting a soft female voice and displaying interest, Omnia Cicada masked the irritation in his eyes, expressionlessly suggesting:

"I'll teach you the safe way to approach the Food God and apply your [Pure White Embrace], and in return, you promise to spare Crimson after achieving your goals, how about that?"