Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 201 The Dark Forces of Backlund at Night

The Queen.

Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

The beautiful noblewoman sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes vacant and somewhat dazed.

At this moment, Audrey was struggling with whether she was better than a dog or worse than a dog.

Just now, while chatting with Susie, she discovered that it had already consumed the audience's potion last week, which was undoubtedly faster than her.

"It's only a tiny bit faster, but that's also related to Susie's race. She can sit in a corner and observe at will, but I can't."

After muttering to herself for a while, Audrey Hall accepted the harsh reality. The girl got up lightly, wanting to leave the bedroom and go for a walk in the garden.

Just then, the spirit messenger she had summoned a few minutes earlier reappeared and handed her a blue, gem-like object.

"Your Excellency, the master is currently at 67 Williams Street in Backlund West, and he would love for you to visit."

"You can talk?"

Audrey Hall was startled to see the strange creature, no bigger than a thumb, making human voices.

But before the beautiful young lady could even process what was happening, she heard the spirit creature vibrate through the air again, saying:

"Of course, Your Excellency, in the spirit world, demigods and above can all speak. This is a necessary condition for a qualified messenger."

Habakak grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, as if he were a seasoned veteran who had been in the business for over twenty years.

"Uh... thank you, I received your message!"

Demigod! ?

Audrey Hall's eyes widened slightly. She remembered that the Archbishop of the Church of the Night and the Diocese of Backlund was also a demigod.

Such a powerful individual was relegated to delivering messages under Mr. Ron's command!

"He's so amazing..."

The girl sighed like this countless times.

"...67 Williams Street, is this Mr. Ron's address? Looks like I'll have to pay him a visit sometime..."

Composing herself, the noblewoman changed her route and headed to her chemistry laboratory.

……

West End.

67 Williams Street.

"Master, even if Aria didn't do anything special, she still worked hard. Please, don't feed me to this evil spirit!"

Arya let out a loud howl and clung tightly to Ron's leg.

"What merit have you made? What hard work have you done?"

Ron reluctantly pushed up his monocle and kicked the witch, who was useless at everything and was about to lay a hand on him, several meters away.

"How about it, Medici? Perhaps you're about to acquire a 'Witch Path' trait!"

"Heh, you're pretty quick!"

The great angel of war was powerless to retaliate against the blond boy's provocation. He suddenly understood what the boy meant by "you asked for it."

He shouldn't have any expectations of such a filthy and rotten person.

"Master, I have a good 'sister,' and I believe she would be willing to sacrifice her special abilities for you!"

However, before the handsome young man could continue his provocations, the witch hugged him again.

Her white hair was slightly curled, her eyebrows were high-arched, her eyes were azure like a lake, and her delicate nose and pink lips painted a beautiful picture on the witch's face.

Her eyes held a seductive allure that tempted one to commit a crime, and her body, clad in light clothing, radiated youthful energy and vitality. Arya was doing everything in her power to please her master.

White hair brushed against Ron's flawless hands once more, and that beautiful face pressed close to the blond boy's lower abdomen once more.

Feeling the soft, warm touch of the handsome young man's belly, and the blasphemous feeling that filled her heart, the witch's cheeks flushed, and her legs began to tighten unconsciously.

Her pink lips glistened with droplets, which she pursed tightly, not daring to let her owner notice these blasphemous drops.

"If only He could reach out and wipe it for me..."

As a witch, she was now bewitched by Ron. This sense of transgression in terms of social status, coupled with Ron's unparalleled handsome appearance, made the witch unwilling to let go, feeling that no other man in the world could compare to the handsome young man before her.

With seductive eyes and feigned panting, she tried to unbutton Ron's clothes and kiss his belly with her pink lips, letting that profane, glistening substance coat his entire body.

The boy's white teeth were biting and pulling at the buttons of his white shirt, while strands of saliva had already seeped through.

"Ha, don't you care about her former gender?!"

Just then, an annoying voice came, causing Aria's head, which was exhaling wisps of warm air, to suddenly freeze. She glared at the unwelcome evil spirit with annoyance.

The blond boy didn't react much, continuing to stroke the witch's white-haired head, enjoying the embrace from his older sister.

"I have incarnated in countless forms, some male, some female, of countless races and genders..."

Well, another heavyweight contender.

The Red Angel Medici's lips twitched; he was speechless at such an answer. His knowledge was too limited to imagine such a scene.

"Actually, I think you're quite good-looking too, Medici. You still have your charm!"

Ron smirked, pushed up his monocle, and looked at the foul-mouthed guy. Under his provocation, the guy's face suddenly turned green, and he actually took two steps back.

Feeling the white shirt with several buttons undone and the soft, smooth touch on his lower abdomen, the blond boy pushed Aria's head away and straightened his clothes.

"Owner……"

The witch's gaze was somewhat resentful, filled with unfulfilled desire, as she wanted to get closer again.

"Arya, although you are beautiful enough, I don't like you!"

Seeing this, Ron, like a scumbag, pushed the witch in front of him again and refused her request to get close to his master.

"Alright, it's getting late, Medici. Go prepare dinner; I have things to do tonight!"

After cleaning his clothes and pushing the witch aside, the blond-haired boy, using his status as the owner of the place, casually gave an order.

He still had some things to do tonight, and the demon that Arya had mentioned really intrigued him.

This path seems to have been severely corrupted by the "Mother Tree of Desire" and those Outer Gods, so the "demon" that suddenly came to hunt down that witch is definitely not that simple.

What a coincidence!

"Gentlemen, it's time to teach those guys a lesson. Do you have any plans?"

The Queen.

An ordinary, unremarkable house.

Royal advisor Herwin Rambis examined the letters from members of the royal family under the bright light of the gas lamp.

There were princes, princesses, and nobles among them, fully demonstrating their love and appreciation for this learned gentleman.

"Ha, all they know is banquets, afternoon tea, banquets, afternoon tea. They're as stupid as pigs. Some things can be settled in minutes, why waste days preparing for a ball?"

However, the old gentleman did not agree with them. When he saw the invitations, the royal advisor felt like his head was about to explode.

Even as a demigod, he would eventually die from exhaustion if he kept going like this.

Is it possible that because you're poor, you simply don't know how to enjoy life?

Just then, a childish voice rang out behind the "manipulator." The moment the voice appeared, Herwin Rambis's hair stood on end, and he reflexively turned around and jumped onto the table.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to seal the artifact in your possession!"

Ron wasted no time and stated his purpose.

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Herwin Rambis, as if instructed by someone, took out the sealed artifact without a second thought and tossed it to the mysterious person who had suddenly appeared at the stronghold.

After taking the items and glancing at them, the blond-haired boy was suddenly transported to the banks of the Tasok River.

"Why did you bring me along when you came out to catch demons?"

As soon as Ron appeared, he saw the angel king-level evil spirit with his arms crossed, looking defiant and arrogant.

"Because there's no food left at home, as a servant, you should go out and buy some!"

Ron pushed up his monocle and retorted to Medici with a hint of annoyance, finding the guy rather troublesome and not so easy to "tame".

"Aria, you said you shook off that guy right here last time?"

"Yes, Master. It seemed someone was taking a walk here at the time. Perhaps the demon was worried about being discovered by ordinary people."

Miss Witch looked uncertain and couldn't understand why that angel-level demon would spare her.

She tilted her head and looked completely stupid, which made Ron's head spin again.

[As usual, after dinner, Archbishop Ace Snake of the Church of Storms and the Diocese of Backlund took a walk along the Tasok River.]

This was something he did every few days; the cool night breeze effectively eased his anger and impatience. As the archbishop of the Holy Wind Cathedral, impatience was something he had to control.

The crimson moonlight spilled onto the road illuminated by gas streetlights. A gentle night breeze rustled the lawns on either side of the road. The scene was so peaceful and serene that Ace Snake couldn't help but sigh:

"The view is really nice tonight."

Pulling at his black robe that concealed his identity, the "Disaster Priest" decided to walk into the darkness ahead, hoping to encounter some evil criminals wielding knives, attempting robbery, and endangering public safety, thus further venting his anger after a long day at work.

"I'm having pretty good luck today!"

As he walked, once the gas streetlights had disappeared, the archbishop sighed and, as expected, saw three figures in black robes surrounding him, a frail, middle-aged man.

"Tsk, you're quite self-aware. Fine, I'll spare your life!"

Suddenly, the shortest figure, draped in a black robe, spoke these words, causing the archbishop to raise an eyebrow.

"Ha, do you know who I am? I advise you to obediently give up resisting, for my wrath is not something that two extraordinary beings and a wronged soul can withstand!"

The archbishop remained calm and unhurried, showing no signs of nervousness. Backlund was under the watchful eye of the Lord, and he feared not even angels, let alone these extraordinary beings before him.

"Tch~"

"Oh"

"Hmph~"

However, Ice Snake's warning only earned him a disdainful snort and two merciless sneers.

"Very well, you asked for this!!!"

These three taunting jeers immediately ignited the fury of this extraordinary being from the Storm Path. He roared, no longer suppressing his anger, and summoned a whirlwind and lightning, charging towards the short man he disliked the most.

He's going to teach this guy a lesson!

Three seconds later

"Who are you?!"

The Archbishop of Storm Church and Holy Wind Cathedral lay on the lawn, his clothes tattered, questioning the meaning of life.

At that moment, he was like a little girl surrounded by gangsters or thugs from the East District.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless!

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you!"

"I am the Imaginary Angel, one of the eight archangels behind the ancient sun god and the king of the eight archangels!"

"Adam, the King of Angels!"

That's right, that's exactly it!

(End of this chapter)