Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 526 Let me introduce myself. My name is Amon 4 in (K)

Thomas's cold blue eyes were fixed on the Blood Cult messenger in front of him. There seemed to be a cold light flashing in his eyes, but he finally suppressed it.

"This should be just a coincidence. All mid- and high-sequence demons are lunatics without any humanity. We cannot use normal people's thinking to speculate..."

If Ron hadn't been wearing a badge made up of goat horns and a pentagram on his chest, he would probably have suspected that someone in the tribe was deliberately testing him.

The Blood Cult is a loose alliance of three major demon families, a secret organization that mainly believes in the "dark side of the universe."

The badge on Ron's chest is a symbol of the past glory of the Belia family.

Although it became a vassal of the North family together with the Andrellad family hundreds of years ago, it still retains the traditions and symbols of the ancient demon family.

Since there are three major demon families, there will always be some demon followers whose strength is not that strong passed down throughout the long history.

They may have ancestors who were related to some high-ranking demons, or their family may have simply fallen into decline, or their family may have one or two demigods in a stable manner.

Thomas's family has continued from ancient times to this day.
Relying on certain things and secrets obtained by its ancestors in the "Abyss" in ancient times, it can be regarded as a force of considerable size in this era.

This has also become the target of the major factions within the Blood Worship Cult, which is enough to show their importance to this family with a long history.

After all, according to the devil's style, if it can be annexed by force, why send an envoy to inquire about the situation?

"It seems that things are not peaceful inside the Blood Worship Cult. It seems that something big is happening. Otherwise, why would they send a madman as a messenger?"

He carefully looked at the somewhat neurotic smile of the boy in front of him, and his vigilance increased instead of decreased.

Ron's abstraction is not something that ordinary people can understand. Even demons would not ask a idiotic question like whether he wants to kill his own father the first time he sees his own kind.

This will not have any effect except angering the vengeful demons!
"No, he is using his power to overwhelm me. He is trying to warn me, to give me what Roselle called a show of strength!?"

'Damn, this lunatic!'

"It would be even better if he is just a lunatic. I worked hard to show myself and got the opportunity to receive the envoy, wasn't it just for this moment! ? "

His thoughts raced, and there was no trace of gloom on his face. Before the young man could say anything weird, he said sarcastically in unusually calm words:
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have a father and I can't do whatever I want like you."

Ron was stunned for a moment, then his beautiful golden eyes widened, as if he had not expected to meet people who could mock others wherever he went.

Look at what he said. It's an insult without any dirty words and it's quite tactful.

"Hmm~"

The boy shook his head and gave an ambiguous answer instead of making a fuss.

Because he really has no father, from a certain perspective, what Thomas said was just stating a fact.

What does 'hmmmm' mean!?
Thomas, with his cold blue eyes, was stunned, as if he had not expected the messenger of the Blood Cult to be so shameless.

madman!

He cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, his cold blue eyes seemed even colder, and said in a tough tone:

"We, the Wright family, will not be threatened by anyone!"

'I don't believe I can't piss you off this time!'

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas looked at Ron eagerly, as if he was looking forward to his next performance.

However, Ron's actions shocked him so much that even the cold expression on his face turned into surprise unconsciously.

The young man immediately showed an interested look, nodded continuously, and said some cheap words at the same time.

"I was right about you. I didn't expect your Wright family to be so strong-willed. You are worthy of being the benchmark among demons and an ancient demon family passed down from ancient times. I admire your character!"

Ron's words can be applied to any family.

but.
'I admire your mother!? '

"What benchmark? We are a demon family. Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?"

"What kind of character do you admire? I'm mocking you, I'm irritating you, why don't you give me some reaction! ? "

The boy was so stubborn and didn't seem to understand what people were saying, which made Thomas feel a little annoyed.

He gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, turned around and left, not giving the famous Belia family any face.

The chess and card room fell into silence.

After a long time, the blonde girl looked at Ron with some surprise, pursed her lips and said coldly:

"He's trying to irritate you."

"Huh, you think I can't see through this little trick?"

"I not only know why he irritated me, but I also know the reasons behind it. Sharon, you have to see the essence through the surface phenomena, so that nothing can escape your eyes."

The blond boy put his hands on his hips, posed in a way that made him look so awesome and said proudly.

"why?"

Miss Evil's tone was still as cold as ever. Even though her heart was filled with curiosity, she still behaved unusually calmly.

"Because. Hum, I won't tell you!"

The young man groaned, and when he saw the ghost girl's pale face twitching slightly, he slowly explained:
"It's not fun to say it too early. Sometimes knowing everything is boring. I actually prefer something more random."

Ron shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be relaxed, ready to go to the Wright family's residence to take a look.

"You are so stupid to use me as a pawn. Do you think I am a fool like Leodero?"

The blond boy muttered to himself and was about to turn the door handle of the chess and card room when he suddenly heard a cold and gloomy voice coming from behind him.

"How do you know this?"

Even though she knew Ron's identity and that this god possessed powerful and strange powers, Miss Evil was still very curious.

Because, in previous conversations, Ron mentioned "look", "gaze" and "watch" more than once.

This seems to be a very common word for the gods, but Miss Evil always has a hunch that the gaze that the Seven Gods are talking about is not the same as the gaze that Ron is talking about.

The blond boy paused, turned his head and said in an unfathomable tone:

"Nothing escapes my gaze!"

Sharon obviously believed what he said. Her face turned pale and she seemed to remember something. She turned away and asked in panic:

"Then you can see through things!?"

Look beyond the surface!
"Uh, this, this"

The blond boy was stunned, and then he stammered and couldn't answer. He could only scratch his long blond hair with his right palm to hide his embarrassment.

You can really see through things! ?
Snapped! ! !
"Rogue!" At this moment, Sharon's body suddenly lost the weight of flesh and blood and floated in the air. Her face turned red and she slapped Ron in the face. Then her figure flashed and disappeared without any trace.

"Is it that serious? What's so good about that two ounces of meat? Humans are really incomprehensible sometimes."

In the empty chess and card room, Ron sighed, opened the door and left.

Outside the city, in an ancient castle of a large manor.

A well-dressed, goateed, blue-eyed middle-aged man who looked four or five percent like Thomas asked coldly:

"Are you saying that the Blood Worship Sect is the envoy of the Belia family? And they are threatening to destroy our Light family?"

"Yes father."

Thomas stood there, maintaining a respectful attitude, completely losing the defiant look he had when he mocked Ron.

To kill the patriarch of the Wright family, doesn't that mean destroying the entire Wright family?

There’s nothing wrong with this understanding!
Although Thomas knew that Ron was most likely mentally ill at the time, he still exaggerated the whole story after he came back.

After all, only in this way can disputes and conflicts be provoked and the entire Wright family be completely destroyed!
Thinking of this, Thomas clenched his palms so tightly that his sharp nails pierced his skin, oozing out strands of blood.

He was just a weakling of Sequence Nine. How easy was it for him to avenge himself and his mother?
No matter how weak the Wright family is, he can never shake it. It only takes one Sequence 7 or Sequence 6 to kill him hundreds of times.

The devil's power made him despair, and the devil's cold-bloodedness made him even more terrified. It was like dancing on a tightrope. If he lost his footing, what would be waiting for him would be the bottomless abyss.

"You seem disappointed and excited. Are you expecting something to happen?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's voice, still indifferent, entered Thomas' ears, instantly shrinking his pupils to the size of a needle tip.

"Father, I."

click-

Accompanied by a muffled groan and the sound of broken bones, Thomas' right arm unexpectedly bent backwards, and the bones protruded from his flesh. The smell of blood instantly filled the entire room.

The middle-aged man who was 40-50% on Thomas' side showed no mercy and continued indifferently:

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Or do you think you can hide your little thoughts from me?"

At this point, the middle-aged man with a goatee paused, then a creepy smile appeared on his face, and he said sarcastically:

"The messenger sent by Belia is my long-time friend. He has no golden hair or golden eyes. Do you think you can fool me by just finding someone?"

"I raped your mother when she gave birth to you, and then I dismembered her in front of you. Do you hate me as a father?"

"I thought you would be like my other children, abandoning those heavy shackles and entering the embrace of the abyss completely, but you seem to think that being a human is more interesting?"

The middle-aged man spoke in a grim tone, and Thomas became more and more frightened the more he listened.

Although he didn't think his plan was perfect, he didn't expect that he was manipulated by his so-called father from beginning to end.

What then has he become? A loser who is nothing!?

Seeing Thomas' eyes widened in disbelief and feeling his undisguised despair and hatred, the middle-aged man felt even better.

"You were raised by your mother. She instilled too many useless things in you. I won't kill you. I will make you stronger and make you a real cold-blooded person!"

These condescending words made Thomas feel desperate. He gasped, his face flushed, and he shouted angrily:
"You devil!"

As he shouted, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed the middle-aged man in the eyes.

Even if he dies, he will not give in even a single step and will not choose to become a real "devil"!
However, all this was still too fragile for a devil. He didn't even need to use his extraordinary abilities. The well-dressed middle-aged man grabbed the dark green dagger and broke it in half with just the strength of his palm.

Damn!

The blue-eyed young man was horrified when he saw this. He stepped back, but it was useless.

But just as the middle-aged man was about to put his hand on Thomas' throat, there was a knock on the living room door.

"Sir Alexei, there is a man outside the manor who claims to be a messenger of the Blood Cult. Should we let him in?"

Alexei stopped and asked in a deep voice:
"how does he look like?"

The waiter outside the door paused for half a second, and then said woodenly:

"Blond hair, golden eyes, handsome appearance, he said his name is Ron Sothoth."

Ron Sotos?
Alexi muttered the name in his mind for an unknown reason, then put down his hand and glanced coldly at Thomas who was slumped on the ground.

"Very good, I didn't expect your accomplice would come to me on his own initiative, how stupid!"

"But this is also very interesting. Let him come in. I want to see what he is going to do!"

It is rare to find a clown who dares to deceive a "devil" and bring disgrace upon himself.

After the butler whispered with the servant for a while, the expression on his face became obviously stunned. He looked at Ron in disbelief, as if he was looking at some incredible idiot.

"Sir, this way."

However, his good professionalism still allowed him to maintain a reluctantly respectful attitude, but his eyes had changed from respect to mockery of the clown.

I have lived for decades, but I have never seen meat delivered to my door.

"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm the messenger of the Blood Cult!"

Ron was quite dissatisfied when he saw this, and immediately condemned it loudly without any shame.

"Shut up!"

How dare a fake like you be so arrogant here? Do you really think that all “devils” are vegetarians?
The butler retorted in annoyance, completely losing the respectful manner he had just shown when he was blocking the door.

It didn't take long before the seemingly kind old butler led Ron to the front of an ancient castle.

Ron said nothing, but just raised a happy smile. Without waiting for the butler to come forward, he pushed open the heavy door and walked in.

He poked his head around, looking very sneaky, but his chin was slightly raised to show his arrogance, completely ignoring the owner of the castle who was standing more than ten meters away.

Seeing the young man who seemed to have entered his own home, Alexei was stunned for a moment and almost laughed out of anger.

How dare you do that in front of this demigod?
"Your Majesty!"

The middle-aged man looked intimidating without being angry, and his voice implied intolerance and rejection.

However, in the next second, the young man with a happy smile on his face looked at him with interest, then took out a crystal monocle from his pocket and slowly put it on his right eye.

"Oh, surprise?"

thump!
Alexei's face turned pale, his legs went weak and he knelt on the spot.

(End of this chapter)