Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 301 Two Filial Sons (3.2K)

"You want to call for help?!"

"Do you know that if you call for help again this time, then 'the Lord' will have no hope of returning!"

"Nobody knows what Leodoro, Osekus, and Hrabergen might do this time!"

A piercing, sharp scream suddenly rang out, revealing its owner's shock and bewilderment.

Even if the gods are "tolerant" of the "true creator," they cannot tolerate His continued existence given His past record!

This is the safest option from both a moral and logical standpoint.

"Hmm, so what?"

Seeing the Red Angel, so shocked that he didn't instinctively provoke or plot, Ron shook his head and asked a question in return.

His nonchalant attitude also made Medici's heart sink.

"It would be best if He were dead, so I wouldn't have to worry about certain low-probability events."

The blond boy glanced at the red-haired older sister and muttered something.

To be honest, Ron is in a dilemma right now. His authority is sunk in the Chaos Sea, while it is certain that the "Ancient Sun God" once controlled this source matter located at the Earth's core.

Therefore, in order to safely reclaim the authority that belongs to them, the "true creator," who is in a sense equivalent to the "ancient sun god," is quite important.

Now, the resurgence of the primordial will has made Him seem less important in this regard.

The five "omniscient and omnipotent beings" can survive, but one of them must die!

"Alright, that's settled then!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, ignoring Medici's hesitation.

"Does it really have to be this way? Surely even someone as all-knowing as you can't do anything about it?"

At this point, Medici's intelligence returned, and he began to mock Ron, trying to win him back in this way.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

"How boring, Medici. Perhaps you should drink a bottle of clown potion. Since the 'True Creator' is in some way equivalent to the 'Ancient Sun God,' and His two sons have killed you, yet you still think about Him?"

"And I resurrected you, giving you another chance to ascend to godhood, yet you embezzled my funds and even gave me alcohol diluted with water to drink. Are you even human?"

"Fit your tongue in your hands, you still have the nerve to negotiate with me?!"

"Even the simps Roselle mentioned aren't as sycophantic as you. You think you can be a high priestess, a conqueror who conquers everything?"

"As long as you keep your 'Lord' in your heart, you will never be able to conquer anything. Don't you have any idea why fate made Arista Tudor a Red Priest?"

"War is conquest, and conquerors must never bow down to others!"

"Get the hell out of here! I don't want to see a spineless coward like you!"

With a bang, Ron slammed the door shut and strode out of the bedroom, leaving Red Angel standing there, stunned and unsure of what to do.

Perhaps the infinite wisdom is right, that He could be more self-centered; or perhaps the infinite wisdom is misleading Him, trying to lead Him astray from the right path of faith.

Medici opened his mouth, looked around, and then realized that the "master" he could rely on had long since disappeared and seemed never to return.

"Beautiful and noble lady, the main body has already informed me that it plans to gather manpower to deal with the resurrected 'Primordial'."

The blond-haired boy, still residing in the Night Kingdom atop Hornachis, politely bowed, making the Goddess of Night, who was witnessing all of this, realize the absurdity of this world.

"Ron, your clone and your original personality are so different. I prefer the current you~"

Miss Wolf clicked her tongue in amazement, then transformed into a smiling older sister, gently patting the blond boy's head.

"Really, ma'am? May I see your underwear?"

Upon hearing the praise, Ron, the lowly scoundrel, was overjoyed and, without saying a word, like a lustful demon, instantly darted into the black skirt beside him.

The Goddess of the Night froze on the spot until Ron, a lowly thug, lifted her skirt, and she quickly covered her private parts.

He raised his right leg, which was stretched straight, and kicked the blond boy thousands of meters away with a powerful kick, while throwing a huge scythe in the process.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the sun and moon lost their light, and unseen darkness and mystery enveloped everything around.

Six fists the size of meteorites slammed down on his head, accompanied by a furious roar of "Ora Ora!", beating the weakling Ron beyond recognition, leaving him sprawled on the ground, teeth scrambling to find his way.

I do not know how long it has been

Amanisis finally let out a deep breath, stopped waving his arms, and threw the small fry Ron into the misty town in the hidden darkness before finally closing the door to leave.

This was something Ron instructed his clone to do after his main body left, with the aim of setting a trap.

The uniqueness of the "Fool" lies here, so we must be on high alert and not give the "Lord of Mystery" any opportunity to take advantage of it.

Because of its great importance, it might attract the covetousness of the Celestial Being, so Ron, the ancestor of the Antigonus family, was not in a hurry to deal with it.

As for why he used a clone to communicate with the Goddess of Night, it's because the Celestial Will exists within her body, and Ron's every word and action can be perceived by her, while the clone derived from the authority cannot.

"This is really troublesome. How did things get like this? Hopefully, that little lecher knows what's going on and can resolve this."

The Goddess of Night didn't hesitate much about killing the "True Creator"; if she could, she would even raise her six arms in approval.

As the end of the world approaches, everything that poses a threat must be eliminated, even a fellow villager with tears in their eyes.

Without a sound, the darkness vanished, as if it had never existed.

Your dad is gone!!!

After editing this somewhat aggressive message and sending it to the bearded man via the silver cross pendant, Ron sat quietly in the garden pavilion, awaiting the angel king's reply.

To be honest, it's not that I can't win in a one-on-one fight, but that a group fight is more cost-effective.

Ron Sothos had to be extremely careful in supplying the "Primordial Creator" silver coin.

Because when endless wisdom sets traps and plans to deal with its two mortal enemies, aren't its two mortal enemies doing the same thing?

The struggle between the pillars is both extremely dangerous and full of calculation. One careless move could lead to utter destruction and death. The reason for this is that they are both powerful and mysterious, and their authority and status make even the gods fear them.

"Not even five minutes, tsk tsk tsk, why didn't Medici come out with you?"

At this moment, Amon 10086 came over. On the surface, he asked with concern, but in reality, he was mocking the blond boy's short and weak stature.

It's only been five minutes; it's probably over as soon as he took his pants off.

"Your father is gone."

However, Ron ignored him and instead enjoyed the pleasure of being foul-mouthed.

"Ha, if you can talk, then say more!"

"My father has been gone for a long time; this is not something to joke about!"

The Time Angel was still too inexperienced. Even with His amazing learning ability and a teacher who challenged His teaching, He was still unable to withstand the barrage of words.

Pushing up his monocle and forcing a smile with all his might, Amon managed to maintain the dignity of the King of Angels.

"Hmph, I didn't realize you still cared about your father so much. He's been dead for so many years and you're still protecting him."

"What have you thought about that deal I mentioned? Are you going to hand over your special ability to revive your father, or are you just going to watch him die?"

"Don't forget, He gave you your life. I believe no one is so heartless as to be so selfish as to lack even the slightest bit of humanity!"

Seeing Amon's actions, the blond boy also pushed up his monocle. His words were like daggers, making Amon mutter "interesting" repeatedly.

"In Russell's words, this is called moral blackmail!"

"And I have no part in my father's affairs!"

As the god of deception and pranks, Monocle is clearly not so easily fooled.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, you?"

"You little punk have morals? I'm trying to wake your conscience. Stop talking nonsense, are you going to give it to me or not?"

The blond boy sneered, his smug little expression making Amon clench his fists, wishing he could punch that chubby little face.

"Oh"

He gave a cold laugh, but in the end, he didn't give an answer and turned to leave.

If the conversation continued like this, He felt no chance of winning, because the topic was not in His favor.

"Hey! Tell your true form to stop wandering around the Forsaken Land. Your number one father is looking for you, wanting to devour you and take over your body!"

"I know you have all sorts of ways to bypass the restrictions!"

What is meant by "Father Number One"?

Upon hearing Ron's reminder, Amon merely twitched the corner of his mouth and did not stop walking; instead, he quickened his pace.

"Also, the 'True Creator' is acting very strangely and needs a little help. Would you like to come?"

"This is also your father!"

Seeing that the angel did not stop, the blond boy once again mocked loudly.

Although he didn't have much hope that Amon would agree, because he was here, Amon's true form certainly wouldn't dare to come.

"First, the 'True Creator' is not my father; He is nothing but a disgusting being!"

"Secondly, please specify your approach, thank you!"

The echoing voice of the filial son, Amon, stunned the blond boy.

In his mind, this Amon would likely plead for the "true creator," just like Medici.

However, Ron never expected to hear such a reply.

What a filial son!

"Tsk, so you'd rather acknowledge me as your father than go back to your biological father?"

"I really don't understand your family relationships."

The irony of the wind and rain made Amon's vision go black. In the past, if anyone dared to mention His father, that person would either become His alter ego or be driven to a nervous breakdown by Him.

However, He was helpless against this blond boy, because He could neither beat him nor out-argue him, and was instead driven to a mental breakdown by the boy.

As Russell said, the wicked will be punished by the wicked.

Just as Amon walked away, the silver cross pendant in Ron's pocket vibrated with a "hum".

He immediately took it out to see the reply from the eldest son of the "Ancient Sun God".

I can pay a price to take away His characteristics and demote Him to the angelic level.

"Who are these people? Those who know him would think he's a father to some of you, while those who don't would think he's your father's killer!"

This unexpected reply greatly shocked Ron Sothos, who felt that the education provided by the "Ancient Sun God" was a complete failure.

If this were his own son, he would have beaten him to death long ago. Why would he be arguing so much?

(End of this chapter)