Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 194 Red Angel: Possess Quickly and with Style! (3K)

Soon, in less than thirty minutes, the former owner of this aristocratic property was evicted.

Pound, carrying his several suitcases and gold bars worth more than 5000 pounds from the Baron, led his few remaining servants and boarded a hired taxi.

The former owner of this aristocratic property had no lingering attachment to it, focusing instead on providing impeccable service, fearing that the young brat with the huge sum of money might change his mind.

However, the transaction between the two parties is still in the verbal stage, and the Baron has no intention of cheating Ron. He said that he has the connections to handle the change of the property title and that the new title deed and property certificate will be mailed over in a few days. There is no need for the esteemed young guest to worry too much.

As it turned out, Emperor Rosell was right.

Money may not be everything, but it can get you to do many things.

Everything is proceeding reasonably.

"Well done!"

Ron lay back on the large sofa, tossing and catching the quill pen in his hand, then tossing it again.

He tilted his head and gave considerable approval to 0-08's "social skills".

Yes, great master, that baron is not so simple; the blood of the Tudor family flows in his veins!

0-08 is like a loyal butler, remaining humble and composed when praised by its master, and even providing its master with seemingly interesting information.

"Hmph, is that the Blood Emperor from the Fourth Era? But he's dead. Could it be that he left behind some treasure?"

"However, none of that matters right now!"

"I can sense that the basement of this property isn't very peaceful; it seems quite noisy."

The blond boy gave a slightly serious hum, putting on the airs of the new owner of the property.

Without further ado, he got up and went to his own underground building.

"Medici! Something's wrong with you. What kind of shady business are you up to now?"

"Soren is right, Medici, your taunts today are as weak and feeble as a caterpillar!"

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the dark, deathly silent room.

On the black stone floor, skeletons dressed in decaying clothes lay there, while above them, a twisted red figure questioned itself.

"Ha, you two are like women moaning in bed, unable to stop crying out at the slightest stimuli!"

The red angel roamed among the piles of white bones, using its mouth to mock the two who had raised doubts.

"Really? How does the great God of War know so much? Do you perhaps have prior experience in this area?"

"Hahaha, Medici, if I remember correctly, you're supposed to be a born mythical creature. I can hardly imagine you screaming and yelling in bed being anally penetrated!"

However, the angel king's taunts were clearly ineffective against the two beings who had merged with him, and were even used against them.

"Shut up, you two!"

"I'm doing this for our own good!"

"Soren, Einhorn, you two are both the same kind of idiots, whether you're alive or dead."

"But I, the great angel of war, will not stoop to the level of fools like you!"

"Because the difference between us isn't just about race, but even more so about intelligence!"

"I can understand that you are not at a high enough level to perceive certain things, but that is not a reason for you to make those curly-haired baboon noises!"

The red angel grinned, ignoring the mockery from his two adversaries. He habitually cursed a couple of times, quite pleased with the actions he had taken behind the backs of those two despicable individuals.

As the King of Angels who has contained uniqueness, He is on a higher level than the two beings within Him.

Not only could He suppress both of them, but He could also sense the presence of certain familiar things due to His status and level.

"Ah, yes, yes, Lord Medici isn't a fool, he's just a clown!"

"Back then, not one of your angel king colleagues was willing to help you; some even wanted to kill you. You really had terrible interpersonal relationships!"

"That's right, he's a jerk! He's a clown!"

"Shut up! You two idiots, the giant snake is willing to help me!"

However, before the Red Angel could even feel smug for a few seconds, the mouth belonging to Einhorn on his right cheek mocked him fiercely.

Unfortunately, the Angel of War had not read the words of Emperor Rosell, otherwise He would have used the phrase "a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs" to mock Him in return, instead of stubbornly sticking out His argument and using a foolish fellow as a shield.

"To tell you the truth, I just sensed the Brush of Alshogod nearby; it seems to have an owner now!"

"A god whose power level is incomplete is, simply put, a demigod!"

"You should know the characteristics of this quill pen; its owners rarely meet an unfortunate end!"

"This is precisely our chance to escape from here!"

The dark and terrifying room fell silent instantly. Sauron and Einhorn, unusually, did not mock the Angel of War upon hearing this.

"You two better not hold me back!"

The Red Angel once again warned his two arch-enemies.

"Medici, have you ever considered that the owner of the quill pen might actually be an incomplete god!?"

After a long while, the crack on the left cheek of the Red Angel uttered a questioning sound. This was the ancestor of the Sauron family, the "Conqueror" of Sequence One.

"Ha, Soren, is your brain still attached to a woman's belly? If it were really like you say, how dare 0-08 scheme against its new master!?"

"And have you forgotten? We're incomplete gods too, you stupid donkey!"

"I can already sense his arrival. In a moment, I'll count to three, and we'll possess him together and leave this awful place!"

"With the help of that quill pen, we should be able to leave this place temporarily and search for extraordinary properties!"

"We need to be quick, before he can react or resist!"

Medici, one of the eight "flute-playing boys" under the ancient sun god, is displaying his wisdom and intelligence just as he did a thousand years ago.

He quickly and briefly explained the plan to the two stupid pigs inside his body, and they unanimously agreed.

From then on, the three angels reached a consensus, and they hid in the shadows, preparing to launch a fatal blow.

The dark underground building fell silent again, then sounds began to echo once more.

"Ha, you damned devil, shut your damn mouth! Buying a house and spending money is my business, none of your concern!"

"Original Source, shut up! If you're not as skilled, shut up!"

The slightly immature voice of the boy echoed through the empty underground building. Wherever the voice passed, the snakes retreated. A burst of light suddenly appeared in the direction the voice came from, revealing his identity and status.

However, this sophisticated scene was completely ruined by the handsome young man's mouth, which failed to maintain his image.

This very familiar way of speaking reached the ears of Soren Einhorn Medici, but they did not understand what the so-called "dead monster" and "original" meant.

The two names sounded like nicknames, which made Soren Einhorn Medici chuckle softly.

"You rascal, I'm still a drunkard!"

The ancestor of the Soren family said this with a smile.

"The original reminds me of that twisted witch!"

The ancestors of the Einhorn family laughed as they spoke.

"Keep your voice down and listen to my commands! Judging from that voice, it's probably just another old codger pretending to be young!"

"That's what the Angel of War Medici said with a smile."

"three!"

With a loud bang, the heavy stone door of the dark room was rudely pushed open by the blond boy.

"two!"

Ron peeked inside and immediately looked at the eerie door in the room, which was dripping with blood.

"one!"

At that very moment, just as the blond boy entered the room, Soren Einhorn Medici, with a flash of inspiration, used the special and high-ranking nature of an evil spirit to instantly reflect in the boy's golden pupils.

This is an evil spirit possessing the King of Angels, one of the two Archangels of the Sequence!

The dark space fell silent instantly, and everyone in the room stopped talking.

"Soren, Einhorn, something seems off!"

After a long while, feeling the oppressive aura that seemed to want to crush Him, and looking at the golden eyes that were staring intently at Him, Medici was the first to break the silence.

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However, His two companions did not respond to Him. These two remaining Sequence One spiritual wills also felt two different, ancient, powerful, and extremely high-ranking forms of oppression.

They were no match for the war angels, who had impressive resumes and came from the seat of the ancient sun god. Faced with this symbol and status of the pillar, they felt as if their souls had been crushed, and their spirits trembled so much that they could not express their own views.

However, judging from their appearance, it seems that they might, perhaps, possibly want to say:

"Medici, you stupid donkey/pig!!!"

Without a sound, two strange and intense wills began to surge forth. They wanted to kill the strange creature possessing their body as punishment for its blasphemous sins.

Although they were incredibly fast, the blond boy seemed to have anticipated their actions, grabbing Soren Einhorn Medici by the back of the neck a second earlier and pulling him out of his body.

"You're one of the eight henchmen of that ancient sun god?"

That is the King of Angels!

Ron was as sharp as ever; with just one sentence, he ignited the anger of the Angel King on the Hunter Path.

"No, he's one of the eight traitors!"

Just then, a gash appeared on the left cheek of the blond boy, from which came the just judgment of the primordial will.

"Shouldn't he be one of the Eight Vajras?"

Not to be outdone, the Celestial Master caused a gash on Ron's right cheek and, according to his own habits, arbitrarily altered Medici's "organization."

(End of this chapter)