Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 202 I saw you! (3K)

Adam, the Imaginary Angel!

Adam, the King of Angels!

Adam, the son of the Creator!

"You are... the son of the ancient sun god!?"

Archbishop Snake, who was lying on the ground, exclaimed in astonishment, never expecting to be so unlucky as to run into this being.

As a high-ranking member of the Church of Storms, he was no stranger to those ancient angel kings.

Why are you swearing?!

Hearing the old man lying on the ground unable to speak, Ron's smug little face instantly lost its expression. He walked over, raised his foot, and kicked the archbishop, who was often late, several meters away.

"Hmph! I am both one and ten thousand; I am both the beginning and the end!"

"I am now not only an angel of fantasy, but also an ancient sun god!"

The blond youth snorted coldly and spoke authoritatively, deciding to add a scene on the spot to increase the intensity of the scene for the bearded man.

An imaginary angel might be of some importance to the Seven Gods, but it still falls short compared to the ancient sun god.

Moreover, his lies were believable, after all, according to Medici's description, that's exactly how the bearded man appeared—a paranoid!

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

However, before the Archbishop of the Church of Storms could speak, the primal will within Ron's mind let out a familiar roar.

You're addicted to copying, aren't you!?

"Sothos, you plagiarist, have you no shame?!"

"Pah! Perhaps you don't need to retrieve your source essence; simply containing the Source Castle is enough for a true resurrection!"

Celestial Venerable: "?"

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to reason with you. The Source Castle is full of idiots; how could I possibly tolerate it!?"

Ron was clearly furious. Just thinking about Mr. Fool and the members of the Tarot Club on Source Castle made him feel like he had a stroke.

How could his great and boundless wisdom tolerate such foolishness?!

"Shut up! When you two are arguing, can you please stop dragging me into every three sentences?"

Meanwhile, the Celestial Venerable's will, which had been watching the show from the sidelines, never expected that the fire would spread to him. He immediately roared and jumped out to protect his precious treasure.

At the same time, he launched a strong critique and condemnation of these two guys who were always subtly mocking him.

"Notarized and valid! Sothos, what you said was actually true!?"

A grand and majestic voice rang out, and the primordial will was slightly surprised before uttering the truth that left the old Celestial Venerable stunned on the spot.

You son of a bitch!

"Enough, you two idiots! After I'm resurrected, I'm going to see if your IQs have dropped any further!"

"Shut up!" ×2

Ron's vacant pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze shifting from the climax in his mind back to the real world.

He glanced at Archbishop Snake, who had rolled around on the lawn a few times, scoffed dismissively, and said haughtily:

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I, Adam, don't kill nameless nobodies!"

The 1.51-meter-tall boy gave up his impulse to continue beating the 50-year-old man.

Having achieved his goal, Ron swaggered away from the "crime scene" with his two henchmen.

To be honest, he didn't expect the Storm Church to believe everything Ron said, but given the nature of the information, it was impossible for them not to believe it.

When the time comes, I'll seize the opportunity to cause some minor disruptions, which will make things very difficult for that bearded man.

These minor acts of sabotage include, but are not limited to, getting the other party's name and image published in the newspapers with sensational news coverage.

For example, "The Story That Adam and the Archbishop of the Storm Church Had to Tell in the Woods at Night" can help people all over the world get to know this King of Angels, provide Him with more support, and make His Father look good!

As for whether the newspaper, containing sensitive information about the Church of Storms, can be published, that's not a problem at all. Ron can simply go to Lenburg, Intis, or Fursac.

The little angel king is far from being able to fight against the great Ron Sothoth.

The crimson full moon shone on both banks of the Tasok River. Feeling the cool night breeze, Ace Snake, who was lying on the lawn, struggled to get up from the grass.

He gasped for breath, feeling as if everything that had just happened was a dream, but unfortunately, the pain in his body and his semi-out-of-control state told him that it was all real.

"Adam, the ancient sun god, must report this matter."

"No, that was fake! It was probably an enemy impersonating Him, otherwise why would an angel king act like a gangster from the East District?"

Feeling his head spinning, the archbishop, who had been beaten for no reason, was lost in confusion.

"Master, why didn't you just kill that guy?"

After walking quite a distance, the witch Aria asked the standard question befitting a member of an "evil organization".

"Hmph~, he is, after all, the Archbishop of the Church of Storms, and my church is also in Backlund. We can't let the relationship get too strained."

Ron pushed up his monocle and answered his subordinate's questions with haughtiness.

Beating someone up for no reason—is that what you call not wanting to strain the relationship too much?

The Red Angel shook his head upon hearing this, feeling that this guy pretending to be young was so shameless that even the provocateur himself couldn't say such a thing.

However, Medici didn't say anything to provoke the petty guy, and instead brought up the task that Ron had mentioned to Him that evening.

"So how do you plan to deal with that demon? It's a Sequence Two angel with an extremely strong sense of malice."

"Leaving aside you and me, that useless witch has definitely already been detected by the other side!"

"Moreover, I've never seen a 'great being' like you personally run errands for everything."

The veteran hunter scoffed, laughing at Ron for seemingly lacking any class, and then crossed his arms again, adopting a spectator's stance.

"Ha, Medici, if you were of any use, would I have bothered to make this trip myself?"

The blond boy glanced disdainfully at the evil spirit beside him, then whispered something in a low voice.

"The demon's malicious perception is essentially at the psychological level; the abyss of human depravity passively collects certain information, and some things cannot be collected indiscriminately..."

In the dark night, in the eerie and silent atmosphere, Ron's eyes lost focus.

A strange "sizzling" sound rang out, and the boy's cheeks instantly split open with terrifying and grotesque bloody gashes.

An eerie light emanated from the crack, as if two gazes were simultaneously sweeping towards the red angel beside Ron.

The King of Angels, who was only one step away from becoming a god, was frightened and retreated sharply, creating a distance of nearly a hundred meters. Even so, he still felt that something terrifying was watching him and scrutinizing him.

In the King of Angels' spiritual intuition, the easy-going, unusually handsome blond boy seemed to have transformed into a god who, in that instant, indifferently observed the world and possessed immense authority.

Suddenly, three different voices emanated simultaneously from Ron's mouth and cheeks, majestic and profound, as if the whole world was trembling at them.

"In fact, we did not shield ourselves from the demon's malicious perception; He knew us, and we knew Him."

"Found you!"

Eastside.

Hope Street.

Inside a one-bedroom rental room.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound, like drumbeats or thunder, reverberated throughout the room with a unique rhythm.

The rapid heartbeat was like a steam train speeding along the tracks, so fast that even the best doctors in Backlund couldn't hear the exact number of beats.

An overwhelming sense of fear engulfed the middle-aged man with gray hair, light blue eyes, and an ordinary appearance.

This man is named Christian Hans Belial, the only surviving angel in this demon family, and also their patriarch. He is a demon who survived from the Second Age.

He was called from the abyss to the real world to carry out two tasks.

First, investigate the current state of the "Time and Space Dominator" to delay the process of its recovery.

Secondly, spread the faith in the world, find specific groups of people, and give them honorific titles in order to achieve the purpose of missionary work.

Firstly, He had no clue for the first few weeks, until recently when the revelation from the abyss told Him that Backlund had some clues.

However, the Abyss also warned Him not to investigate too abruptly, otherwise He would be detected by the "Time and Space Ruler," which is a manifestation of the other's status and a symbol of authority.

Therefore, in order to complete this task and receive the reward from the abyss, He responded to the family members' request for help in the ritual, descended here, and helped them get rid of the evil witch who was eyeing their family property.

As a cold-blooded demon, how could he possibly let a woman affect his rationality? Besides, what woman is more fun than murder and crime?

"This sense of danger... is it the Primordial Witch!?"

Sensing this deadly crisis, Christian Hans Beria immediately revealed his mythical creature form, instinctively guessing what was going on in his mind.

"No, we can't stay here, we have to run!"

Yes, we definitely have to escape.

At that moment, He felt as if a sharp blade radiating cold light was hovering above His head. Even though He, as the "Blood Duke," no longer felt fear, His biological instincts still led Him to follow His heart.

Inside the room, the enormous demon suppressed its wildly beating, uncontrollable heart and instantly transformed into a viscous, pitch-black liquid. Using the "desire" it had already marked, it instantly arrived at a location a thousand miles away.

They entered the realm of a greedy merchant's desires.

The sounds of viscous cracking and the continuous muffled thuds of flesh being torn apart echoed in the small appraisal room.

With a "bang," the greedy jewelry merchant's body exploded instantly, allowing the demons deep within his heart to crawl out from his greedy desires.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The rhythmic heartbeat did not diminish in the slightest as the "Blood Duke" fled.

These muffled thuds, like drumbeats, were like rhythmic beats, playing an unknown melody.

Listening to the rhythmic heartbeat and feeling the dangerous intuition that sometimes grew louder and sometimes softer, in that instant, the "Blood Duke" seemed to understand something.

His heartbeat was conveying a message in a special way, and that message was...

"Ron Sothos!"

"Found you!"

(End of this chapter)