Novel & Cerita God Confused Their Language

“When you first woke up. It didn’t sound like English. Or anything I’ve heard before.” I stared at her. “I did?” She nodded. Zane added, “It sounded… celestial.” “What?” I asked, confused. “You know,” Lila said. “The ancient language. The one that’s said to come from the gods or the stars or something. That only a few people can speak anymore.” “I don’t speak celestial,” I said quickly. “I’ve never even tried. I don’t even know what it sounds like.” “You do now,” Lila said, trying to smile but scared. “Maybe the Moon Goddess did something to you?”

The tablets mocked Julie and William with their incoherent words. “Lufe, ansyn wan” “Ōġan ungelīċe sind tō ōðrum” “Sum mæg gehȳran fōtstæpe, ōðer heortan beate” These are just some of the many words they translated, and they make no sense. Julie assured William that they had translated every word correctly and applied the proper grammar rules used by the Zonian language. “So why is it a jumbled mess?!” she yelled in frustration.

Keeping my eyes on the Horned God, I rise, dusting myself off. That’s when I hear it. Disembodied voices in the wind, some raised in angry hisses, others firm in their position, all of them speaking in the Old Tongue. I curse myself. I should have had Darby give the language to me too. Despite all the unrecognized words that slip by me, one definitely stands out—my name—and each time it’s followed by a word I don’t know. Strategos

Grumbling under her breath, Selena accepted the drinks that the waiter brought and offered. Her ears perked up as she heard some gossip. Damn, she forgot that she was in a foreign country and it was precisely their strange language that Selena couldn't translate. Jian, who left unceremoniously, also seemed to forget that her job here was to act as a translator for Selena. "Shit... Lunaric... Oh, fucking Lunaric language." Confused in the middle of the party and the crowd of people who were busy with their business, Selena turned her head to the right and left. Until a man approached her.

Talking in signing language. Their second language!!!!

Flying, breezy and translucent silhouettes. There were so many of them. Chaotically gliding around in the air like a furious swarm. Creating such a ruckus. They suddenly changed their tune, chanting into a different language. A language he found himself to understand. Latin. "Leash the beast, contain the evil...leash the beast, contain the evil..." "No! What are you doing, you stupid clumps of fog! No! Stop!"

Her gaze swept him coldly, and her tone turned even sharper. “Wait. I’ll find someone,” Jevon said stiffly. He had no choice but to pull out his phone and open a translation app. The electronic female voice broadcast in the restaurant, painfully clear: 【We do not understand Louwen Pack’s language. 】 【Are you all idiots? You can’t even speak Louwen Pack’s language! 】 The whole restaurant heard it. Laughter and awkwardness tangled in the air. Veins jumped at Jevon’s temple, but he still forced himself to endure.

Time to teach these losers they are meaning with the wrong girl Suddenly Luther stands in front of me. You have to be kidding me " what's going on here," he said with a straight face. The football team steps back "I thought I warned you guys yesterday, don't you understand English?, or maybe I should say it in a language you all would understand" he clears his throat "Si Vous continuez à la déranger, Vous ne vivrez pas pour voir le lever du Soleil, Vous ne verrez et embrasserez que l'obscurité" he said with a scary voice, they all left

Keanna immediately recognized him from the pictures she’d been shown of General Haggoz. He grabbed her robe and snatched the buttons Keanna had opened back together, doing them back up again, his stern gaze holding Keanna's so that she couldn’t look away. He was barking something at her she didn’t understand in the harsh-sounding were language Keanna had never mastered. When the general realized Keanna wasn’t comprehending his words, he stitched to Enlish, a combination of languages and the official language of the Federation. His accent and pronunciation was strange, though perfectly understandable.

“What did you zay, mam'zelle? Desolee, I do not zpeak alien. I do not understand.” Yrah smacked the back of his head and mussed his hair while her friends and colleagues continued to laugh. Oh, great, now she had the alien language? Even Gresso was laughing. She couldn’t believe it. Her heart skipped a beat at the happy sight. She caught his gaze and glared at him.