Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 315 The first meeting between the stars and the real creator

The black clouds were rolling, and waves were also surging on the sea surface. The sea breeze that was originally blowing gently became irritable and depressed at this moment.

Mr. A was standing at the bow of the boat, the sea breeze blew his clothes, and even his upright and handsome facial features were a little scribbled by the wind.

Looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, his mouth became dry, his body trembled slightly, and the courage he had raised was gradually blown away by the wind.

He originally wanted to show off how much he is favored by the Lord in front of Lord Ulorius.

But when the words came to his mouth, he was disappointed and changed into: "I have seen Mr. Ouroreus."

While talking, he uncontrollably bent his straight back.

In front of a real angel like Lord Ouroreus, courage and courage are too small.

The sea breeze blew past, approaching the ship, the tall and thin figure standing in the air, even though his facial features were soft, his eyes did not reveal any hatred.

But Mr. A suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if his head would be chopped off in a second.

He didn't dare to raise his head to observe Lord Ulorius's expression at the moment, so he could only bend down respectfully and keep silent.

After two or three seconds of silence, the wings behind Ouroreus flapped gently, and a strong wind of more than ten levels surged around.

The tide began to surge, the boat began to shake, and the black clouds gathered in the sky began to rain heavily. Mr. A was blown back two or three steps before he could barely stand on his feet.

Lord Ouroreus came today with anger.

Was he also trying to kill himself, a traitor from the Aurora Society who was burdened with misunderstandings?

Mr. A's whole body was full of coldness, and even his soul was almost frozen.

In front of Lord Ulorius, he had no chance of escaping at all.

Fortunately, the expected death did not come, because the Lord he believed in came!
The storm stopped at this moment, the sea returned to calm, and the black clouds in the sky were also torn open, revealing the orange-red light of the setting sun.

Looking at the figure as handsome as himself standing behind Mr. A, Ouroreus slowly uttered a word: "blasphemer."

The voice exploded in Mr. A's mind like thunder.

Blasphemer?
Who is the blasphemer in the population of Ouroreus?
Is it yourself?

No, with such a fragile creature as myself, it is impossible to arouse the interest of Mr. Ourolius even if he takes a second look.

So, the existence referred to by this blasphemer is the Lord whom he has always believed in devoutly?
Isn't Lord Ouroreus an angel serving the Lord?
Couldn't He recognize that this was the incarnation of the Lord?
If Mr. Ulorius is not mistaken, then who is the Lord that he has been devoutly worshiping all this time?
Despite the turbulent waves in his mind, Mr. A still didn't dare to raise his head, instead he prostrated himself on the ground with a face full of bewilderment.

After a while, he closed his eyes and continued to chant the honorable name of the Lord as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

"I am a god, so how can I blaspheme God?"

Hastur calmly looked at Urolius, who was flapping wings of white light.

Ever since he saw Ulorius leave from the real creator, he knew that Ulorius would find this place sooner or later.

Mr. A is a believer in the true Creator, and it is not difficult to lock his position.

So how to face Ulorius, Hastur has also done several calculations in the Hall of Stars. Although the meeting today is a bit fast, it is not surprising.

"Destruction is the Lord's greatest mercy to you." Urolius, who was wearing a plain linen robe, chose to land on the bow, standing not far in front of Mr. A, and did not look at Hastur with a condescending attitude. .

Even if he is the angel of destiny sitting down by the Lord, he cannot look at a god from a bird's-eye view.

"I will go straight to the Kingdom of God along this sea route, are you going to come with me?" Hastur didn't care about Ulorius' threatening words at all.

"Going together?" Ouroreus glanced at Mr. A who was prostrate on the ground and only knew the name of the Lord blankly.

"He is a qualified believer."

Mr. A, who was originally kneeling on the deck, full of despair and bewilderment, heard this praise, and suddenly felt great joy and warmth in his heart.

Inexplicably want to cry.

"Ignorance and ignorance." Ouroreus looked back at Mr. A and gave an evaluation.

Hastur chuckled and said: "Faith is in the heart and sincerity is far more important than everything else."

Still, the Lord understands me!
Mr. A's body twitched slightly. He really wanted to lie at the Lord's feet and express his emotion with tears.

Ulorius didn't say anything, and didn't choose to do anything. He just kept staring at Hastur, as if he wanted to see clearly what kind of soul was hidden in this container.

Hands-on is not his purpose this time.

The oracle from the Lord did not let him do it, but only asked him to see which mysterious existence this container fell into.

Seeing that Ulorius has no intention of doing anything, and Hastur is too lazy to look at him here, let Mr. A take care of the aftermath.

He walked back to the cabin, lay back in the coffin, and then returned to the Hall of Stars.

After a moment of contemplation, he focused his gaze on the star where the real Creator was.

The true Creator inside still hasn't shown up, and the sacred mountain floating above the black ocean is as stable as ever.

When Hastur did not deliberately hide his aura, behind the shadow curtain, the pair of eyes that contained the fallen nature of all living beings finally appeared.

"Stars."

A pair of eyes made a dull and majestic sound.

"The ancient sun god."

Hastur unceremoniously exposes the real Creator's background.

After a long silence, the True Creator slowly spoke again: "Can the stars really see everything?"

Hastur chuckled, and did not directly answer the real creator's question, but sent an invitation, "Are you interested in participating in a meeting of the stars?"

He has never brought the real Creator and Adam into the Hall of Stars for a meeting. On the one hand, it is out of fear, and on the other hand, it is a choice.

Whether to choose Adam or the true Creator.

Although he has no intention of participating in the divinity and humanity competition between the real creator and Adam, as the situation develops, his connection with the real creator unknowingly becomes intimate, and there is a slight hatred between him and Adam.

Now, too, is the time to make a choice.

"I don't want to get involved in too many things." The True Creator declined Hastur's invitation.

"My invitation is always valid."

Hastur withdrew his betting gaze and returned to the Hall of Stars. The starry sky spread silently, cutting off all peeps that might follow.

"The stars..."

Those eyes also retreated behind the shadow curtain, and everything returned to its previous calm.

……

The ship that is still sailing forward, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, cuts through the sparkling sea.

On the deck, Mr. A was trembling and anxious, standing aside like walking on eggshells.

Even though he knew that he and Mr. Ulorius were equal in the matter of believing in the Lord, he still felt weak. He wanted to stay away from Mr. Ulorius, but he was afraid of making him angry.

There were several moments when he accidentally touched Master Ourorius' eyes, and Mr. A felt that the other party wanted to slap him to death.

Mr. Ulorius has murderous intentions towards him, this is something that can't be wrong.

Is it because you have robbed the Lord of His favor?
Such thoughts just flashed through Mr. A's mind, and he didn't dare to think deeply about this issue in front of Ouroreus.

What he didn't realize was that when this thought flashed in his mind, Ouroreus looked at him with a little more coldness.

"Master Ulorius, do you want to rest in the cabin?" Mr. A, who was gradually getting used to the strange situation, finally plucked up the courage to talk to Ulorius.

Ouroreus just glanced at him lightly, and sat on the bow of the boat, facing the direction of the setting sun, silent.

"..."

Mr. A was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "Lord Ouroreus, I will stay at the stern, if you need any instructions, you can call me at any time."

Ulorius still didn't respond. Mr. A breathed a sigh of relief, stepped lightly, tried not to make a sound of footsteps, and retreated to the stern position.

Although he lost the best viewing position, maybe a little farther away from Mr. Ulorius, Mr. A finally felt that he was alive again, and he could breathe freely.

Sitting at the stern of the boat, looking at the ripples of the water dragged by the boat, Mr. A recalled what happened just now, and it really felt like a dream.

He still doesn't understand why Lord Ulorius came down and why he chose to stay on the ship.

Obviously Master Ulorius did say the words of the blasphemer, but he didn't choose to do it.

Could it be that the blasphemer was really talking about himself?
Does it mean that a person like myself is not worthy of staying by the Lord's side to serve?
Is he the one who blasphemes the gods?

Mr. A's heart skipped a beat, no wonder Mr. Urolius has been making no secret of his intention to kill himself!

It was the Lord's love and partiality that saved him from Lord Ouroreus.

Mr. A's eyes were red from disappointment, but luckily the Lord never gave up on himself.

To become a believer of the Lord is definitely the greatest luck in his life!

After the excitement, Mr. A's mind began to come alive again, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "So what about Mr. Ouroreus, I am the believer most favored by the Lord!"

(End of this chapter)