Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 178 The Three Gods Retreat (3k)

The gaze of the great being sweeps over every "clever person," who, through their ignorance and "wisdom," has determined their own future.

A majestic gaze swept over each fortunate person, who, restrained by their devout faith, became witnesses to it all.

Her compassionate gaze fell upon those with unwavering faith, for she had earned divine approval through her belief.

Ron Sothos had arrived here long ago and found the only believer who believed in himself, but the other party's choice was beyond his expectations, it was so clever that it was almost foolish.

Pushing up his monocle, the "Time and Space Dominator" once again turned his gaze to the one who had blasphemed him.

"Your Highness, this is Backlund, under the watchful eyes of the gods!"

Duke Mahat had already composed himself. He closed his eyes, turned around cautiously, and spoke words that he had carefully considered for several seconds, sounding either a warning or a threat.

"You have 2 minute and 30 seconds left!"

A voice that shook the world resounded from all directions, pressing down on the hearts of every intelligent person.

"Your Highness, I am a demigod of the Augustan royal family. We can discuss this matter. There's no need for you to make such a fuss over a slave!"

Seeing that the unknown entity showed no sign of relenting, the demigod through the arbitrator's path attempted to exchange his identity for a chance to survive.

"You have 2 minute and 20 seconds left!"

The Time-Space Dominator pushed up his monocle once more, as if a "judgment" were imminent, the oppressive force causing Mahat Augustus to hunch over, his lungs burning as he gasped for breath like a broken bellows.

Damn it! Where did He come from? I have to find a way to save myself. I refuse to believe that in Backlund, under the watchful eyes of the gods, He would dare to brazenly kill me!?

"The founder and protector of the Order of Rune, you are the powerful hand of judgment, the sharpest spear of Backlund, the just William Augustus I."

In a flash, Mahat Augustus recited the name of his ancestor, seeking the other party's protection.

As for why they didn't chant "Lord of the Storms," ​​it's because the Augustus weren't favored by this true god, and without a ceremony, how could the other party possibly respond?

The moment the name was recited, a sharp gaze was cast from an imperceptible place.

Ron looked up and saw the portrait of the "Founder" on the ten-pound note, and the bearded man beside him.

Just then, the bearded man who had been caught in Ron's gaze seemed to realize something, patted William Augustus I on the shoulder, causing his dignified expression to turn into surprise, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, successfully saving his life.

"You have 1 minute and 50 seconds left!"

The words, chillingly cold, were like ice spears forged by a witch, piercing the heart of the arbitrator demigod, leaving him icy cold, his expression contorted, his fists clenched, and he roared in utter terror and fury:

"No! Who are you?! How dare you?!"

"I am the Duke of the Kingdom of Rune, a supporter of the Church of Storms, a descendant of the powerful. Kill me! Kill me!"

Mahat Augustus's roar came to an abrupt halt, for at that moment, he realized a problem.

Even if we kill him, what can the other side do? His ancestor's retreat just now says it all; otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his composure like this.

Self-rescue! We must save ourselves!!! Yes, only by seeking help from the gods can we fight against this strange creature.

At this critical moment, the arbitrator demigod actually calmed down, and in a flash, he came up with a brilliant idea!

Go to the church! Go to the Holy Wind Cathedral. He certainly wouldn't dare enter there, because it would be a provocation against the Lord of Storms, and divine punishment would surely follow!

"Your Highness, since you've asked me to seek help from the gods, surely you won't restrict the method?"

With his bloodshot eyes wide open, Mahat Augustus stared intently at his toes, trembling as he tentatively asked a question.

"You have 1 minute and 30 seconds left!"

The cold, indifferent voice revealed everything, making the army general not dare to waste a single moment. He abruptly twisted a crystal ring on his right index finger.

His form rapidly faded as he entered the spirit world. He was heading to the Holy Wind Cathedral to seek the protection of the Lord of Storms! He hoped this deity would rid him of this strange creature!

Joewood District.

St. Wind Cathedral.

A gust of wind swept across the flag with lightning and wave patterns on the steeple of the church.

The gale seemed to be carrying anger, making the flags flutter and causing pedestrians on the road to stumble uncontrollably. In just a few seconds, it swept through this world-class metropolis.

Darkness enveloped everything, with thunder rumbling incessantly and lightning flashing around. This scene, like a natural disaster, was reflected in the eyes of every resident of Backlund, causing them to unconsciously lower their heads and submit to the tyrant's power and majesty.

Drip, drip, drip, raindrops fell from the sky like a cascading waterfall, without any warning, rapidly engulfing the entire metropolis.

Mahat Augustus suddenly appeared a hundred meters away from the Cathedral of Holy Wind. As soon as he appeared, he started running at top speed, as if some terrifying monster was chasing him.

Amidst the raging wind and thunder, the demigod arbitrator abruptly pushed open the doors of the Holy Wind Cathedral and rushed inside.

"Where is your archbishop!?"

He grabbed a church servant at random, glared at him with bloodshot eyes, and roared.

"S, Snake, the Archbishop has gone for a walk along the Tasok River."

The church servant stammered as he spoke, and just as he finished, he was pushed to the ground by a nervous and disappointed Mahat.

"Damn it, why did Snake, that curly-haired baboon, have to go out at a time like this?!"

Mahat roared in a changed voice, loudly cursing the always-late Archbishop of the Church of Storms.

"You have 60 seconds left."

Suddenly, a familiar voice, which sent a chill down Mahat's spine, echoed from the silent cathedral.

He turned his head instantly, staring in horror at the eerie presence sitting on a chair inside the church.

The rain outside the window suddenly stopped, the loudest thunder and lightning had long since subsided, and the raging wind had turned into a gentle breeze, bringing long-awaited fresh air to the residents of Backlund.

The natural disasters that just happened seemed to pass by, or perhaps they were specifically there to improve the severe pollution in Backlund. They only lasted for a while before waving their sleeves and leaving without taking a trace.

"No! No!! No!!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the arbitrator demigod felt a chill run down his spine. His mind was in utter chaos, and his body began to fester, oozing disgusting pus.

The Lord of Storms' behavior and the fearless demeanor of the strange being before him terrified the demigod to the point of madness, causing him to suffer a mental breakdown and show signs of losing control.

He twisted the crystal ring again, disregarding that this was the Storm Lord's church, and vanished instantly, entering the spirit world once more.

North District.

St. Samuel Church.

The silent night enveloped the metropolis, as if concealing some secret, leaving the residents of Backlund watching in astonishment.

The residents couldn't understand how, just a few minutes ago it had been early morning, with strong winds and torrential rain, and now it had turned into a peaceful night.

A slightly distorted figure suddenly appeared, and the arbitrator demigod pushed open the door and entered, feeling the tranquility of the night.

"Yours"

He was about to ask a question in his distorted voice, but when he looked up, he found that there was no one in the church, as if they had all become a secret and could not be detected by others.

"You have 30 seconds left."

Just then, the cold, indifferent voice, like a curse, once again entered his ears, causing him to tremble and his body to shake rapidly, like that of someone suffering from epilepsy.

Outside the window, the morning sun once again shone into St. Samuel's Church, and the starry night sky was instantly torn apart by the daylight. The darkness that represented secrecy, slumber, and misfortune disappeared, bringing peace to the sleepyheads who had not yet gotten out of bed.

The night sky seemed to have just passed by, or perhaps it was specifically for the sleep of its believers; it only lasted for a short while before waving its sleeves and leaving without taking away a single cloud.

St. George District.

St. Cirque du Basilica.

The door slammed open again, and Mahat, his expression blank, entered the church of the god of steam and machinery without any hope.

Sure enough, there was no one there, as if they had received some news and had already left.

The "glory of civilization" that enveloped Backlund flickered twice before fading away with some hesitation. The radiance, carrying the knowledge of civilization, successfully raised the difficulty of the exams for the Steam and Mechanical Engineering departments in all the academies of Backlund.

The "glory" just now seemed to have passed by, or perhaps it was specifically for the sake of its followers' academic performance, silently increasing the difficulty of the test paper before waving its sleeves and leaving without taking a trace.

After all, since we're already here, we have to do something, otherwise we'll look silly.

Mahat knelt on the ground, awaiting his final judgment in despair.

At this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of terror, as if no matter where he hid, he could not escape this final fate.

What he couldn't understand was that he had only whipped a slave, so why did he suffer such an end?

Just because of the god she believes in!?

What a ridiculous reason!

"Ha, it seems your god is nothing special after all."

Ron adjusted his monocle, glanced at the sky above Backlund, and chuckled softly.

"3"

"2"

"1"

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(End of this chapter)