Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 190: End and Beginning

Solved!?

With his mind numb and in a daze, Klein had no more energy to complain. He cautiously observed his surroundings, trying to find the remains of Megalos's body.

The deaths of Cohen and Ron made him even more tense, and he dared not be careless or relaxed in the slightest.

Just then, an image suddenly flashed into his mind—a premonition from the Joker.

Suddenly, a pure white bone blade, exuding a profound sense of holiness, appeared behind him. The blade moved with incredible speed, severing his head in an instant.

Klein Moretti immediately lunged forward and rolled, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, this pure white bone blade, exuding a sense of holiness, was extremely fast. It changed direction midway through its flight, slashing downwards at an angle towards his shoulder!

Crimson blood gushed out again. Klein gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain that spread to his chest, and rolled away.

The bone blade severed his clothes, flesh, and bones in an instant, and through the gaps in the huge wound, one could vaguely see his heart beating inside.

As the light faded and the smoke cleared, Megoss's figure reappeared. This time, she had lost her human form, her body emitting wisps of white smoke, her skin completely melted away, revealing bright red flesh and white bones.

Her blonde hair was peeling off in patches, clinging to her scalp; her nose had disappeared; and her face was riddled with holes from which crimson blood was constantly gushing.

However, her abdomen was still swollen high, and the melted skin stuck to the fabric mixed with bloodstains, indicating that the evil god's offspring had not suffered much damage.

With a "thud," an eyeball with a bright green pupil rolled to the ground, dragging a long strip of flesh and blood, getting covered in filth and dust.

However, the loss of an eyeball did not affect Megas's vision. Her right leg, covered in flesh and bone, slammed heavily on the ground as she swung the bone blade in her hand, once again slashing at the slow-moving Klein Moretti.

She will take her child's place and fulfill the mission He was to accomplish after His birth.

"yield!"

Suddenly, filthy, blasphemous words entered her mind, causing her body, made of flesh and bone, to freeze in place, unable to move.

This is blasphemy! This is the extraordinary ability that Leonard just stole from Megoss!

With a "bang," Megas's head exploded instantly, splattering red and white matter all around. As her head exploded, her body quickly regained its mobility.

But just then, thin black threads, carrying the tranquility and night, swept in once more, appearing from all directions and leaving Megas no room to dodge.

"You will all die!"

Suddenly, a strange voice, carrying both feminine nobility and masculine authority, rang out once more.

The voice was both sacred and corrupt, causing the thin black threads to tremble as if they had encountered something terrifying, rapidly curling up and shrinking into every corner of the security company.

Upon hearing this eerie sound, Dunn Smith felt as if his head had been struck by a giant hammer, and blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and nostrils once again.

However, his hands holding Saint Selena's ashes did not tremble; he steadied himself with his unwavering spirit.

The old captain of the night watch took a deep breath, his gray eyes instantly sharpening. He raised his right hand, his palm forming a knife, and aimed it at his left chest.

"You fucking go to hell!"

But just then, he heard his teammates' angry roars, he saw Klein barely get up, saw him rush towards Megalos as if his life depended on it, saw the light shining through the gaps between his fingers, and saw the two things he had scattered on the ground.

That was the sun emblem, stripped of all its color and broken in two!

This sacred emblem, containing the divine blood of the "Eternal Sun," had its seal broken, revealing its true form.

Unlike Saint Selena's ashes, this golden liquid did not retreat. Although it was at the same demigod level as the former, its essence was incomparable to Saint Selena's ashes.

This is the power of the true God; it is something of a very high level!

It aims to lead its users to purify the evil and impurity that entrenched here!

A chorus of praises rose up, like a hymn to the brave and fearless.

In an instant, the entire city of Tingen was plunged into darkness, and endless sunlight converged on the drop of golden liquid in Klein's palm.

"Let's die together!"

The young night watchman cried out, his body scorched beyond recognition by the intense heat; through the wounds, his internal organs were charred black.

The golden liquid changed shape according to the controller's will, and finally transformed into a blazing white spear with angel wings at its tip!

The spear's power was compressed to its limit, instantly eliminating the distance between itself and Megos, firmly pinning the evil god's offspring in her womb to the spot.

At that moment, the sunlight that illuminated the entire city of Tingen burst forth.

The divine blood of "Eternal Sun" carries its disgust for evil and depravity, and it concentrates all its power on one point, determined to eliminate this evil god's offspring that it has pinned to the spot!

The space inside Blackthorn Security Company distorted, and the entire hall became like an ocean of light. Under the purification of the "Eternal Sun" divine blood, Megoos's body, made of bones and flesh, was instantly burned to ashes.

The evil god's offspring inside its belly, having lost its support in the real world, could only vanish in wisps of black mist, leaving behind only a strange umbilical cord fused with that divine blood.

Upon seeing this, Klein's body collapsed heavily to the ground. His gaze fell on his two teammates rushing towards him, and on Ron Sothos, who was also lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Regret?

A little.

Sorry?

No regrets!

"Klein!"

"Klein!"

Amidst the loud calls of his teammates, this dutiful night watchman and "keeper" temporarily closed his eyes.

In a secluded spot nearly a hundred meters from Blackthorn Security Company, Inszangwill felt his own spirit being purified by the sunlight and saw the last image it transmitted to him.

"Ha, a Sequence Seven in a slump, and a Sequence Eight in an equally poor state."

After a moment's thought, the former archbishop made up his mind to stop hiding and make a "shining appearance" from behind the scenes.

However, this cautious fellow did not rush ahead, but instead wrote the following on his robe with the quill pen he was holding.

Inszangwell's operation will proceed flawlessly; he will go unnoticed by anyone!

After writing this, he stopped trying to conceal himself and rushed to Blackthorn Security Company, as if he was certain that no one could see him.

He wants to obtain Saint Selena's ashes in order to ascend to demigod status and leave this somewhat eerie city!

He leaped into the air and landed in the lobby on the second floor of Blackthorn Security Company. Inszangwill looked at the two Night Watchers who were completely unaware of him and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

His gleaming leather boots pounded on the dusty floor as he stretched out his pale hand, ready to pierce Dunn Smith's heart and snatch Saint Selena's ashes from his grasp.

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped, forgetting what he was going to do next, as if his thoughts had been stolen by the most skilled thief.

The white quill pen he had in his pocket suddenly disappeared, as did his extraordinary abilities. The robe that covered his face vanished, and his wallet containing over a hundred pounds in cash also disappeared.

"Kid, stop howling, you've got a reward delivered to your door!"

The aged voice reached Leonard's ears, startling him awake. The poet with black hair and green eyes turned around and saw Inszangwill's face, and saw his stunned expression.

Without a second thought, Leonard immediately pulled out his revolver and fired six shots in quick succession, instantly blowing the head off the person hiding behind the scenes.

Inzangwell ultimately failed to achieve his goal and died a ridiculous death at the hands of the Midnight Poet of Sequence Eight.

He's so unlucky!

79 Halls Street.

Cohen got up from the ground. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly touched his cut abdomen and gouged-out eyeballs.

"Wait, shouldn't I be dead?! What's wrong with me now? Have I turned into a monster?"

"However, would an out-of-control Extraordinary person consider themselves a monster?"

The night watchman stood there, somewhat bewildered and questioning his own existence, wondering if he had turned into a monster!

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the playing cards scattered on the ground. These cards were neatly cut in half and lay "miserably" on the ground, as if they were wailing about something.

Upon seeing this, Cohen's head buzzed for a moment.

Because he remembered Ron telling him that there was a god who controlled card games, and that he would protect those who were "skilled at cards" or "repeatedly lost" at cards.

"Am I being targeted by an evil god?! Should I go back and turn myself in?!"

Cohen, who felt a strong sense of unease, turned pale as he identified with the latter.

However, at that moment, he saw the entire city of Tingen suddenly darken, as if night had fallen, while a burst of light suddenly erupted from the location of the Blackthorn Security Company.

The more experienced night watchmen immediately suppressed their confusion and rushed to Blackthorn Security Company.

September 14th, Friday.

night.

Raphael Cemetery.

A short figure, holding a small orb emitting a faint blue glow, arrived at a tombstone.

"Tsk, ten pounds a week? What are you doing, risking your life?"

Ron pushed up his monocle and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone, showing a happy smile.

"You freak, what do you think of this from your heir?"

"Ha, Fatty, there are plenty of people who are determined to die. For him to think he can carry out your plan is utterly delusional—no, your plan is completely delusional!"

"Sothos, the mystery is right. There are many who would risk their lives in times of crisis; many of my former followers were among them!"

The blond boy curled his lip in disdain upon hearing these two sentences and pushed up his monocle, which was made of crystal.

"Ha, you two bastards really have a low opinion of people. Of course I know death isn't something unbearable. The important thing is, what drove you to do such a thing!"

"Some people do it for money, some for love, and some for faith!"

"As for the two of you, ha."

"It's not that I look down on dogs, but you two probably really don't understand. You can only imitate; you can't truly grasp the real value of emotions!"

"roll!"

"Shut up!"

Ron, using the insults invented by Emperor Roselle, successfully provoked the anger of his two arch-enemies.

"Look at you all, it's only at times like this that you show your true colors. How pathetic."

With another sigh, the blond boy engraved a line on Klein's tombstone.

Best Friend

He then tossed the ball of light in his hand, transferring it into Klein's pocket, who was currently loading a progress bar.

"Alright, we should have the characteristics of Sequence One by now. Let me see how well it works!"

Ron muttered something to himself, though it was unclear who he was talking to.

"It must be really useful; I can't wait to try it!"

Following the golden-haired boy's words, the Celestial Venerable's will muttered something to itself, though it was unclear who it was addressed to.

"Hmph, you two should know best whether it's good or not. I remember you two tasted it back then!"

As for the primordial will, it disregarded the two guys' sarcastic remarks and instead made a mocking remark.

(End of this chapter)