Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 373 This is a battle between mythical creatures (3.6K)

"Your Excellency, we have received an anonymous tip that an angel is about to appear outside Grimm's Cemetery... uh, for a duel?"

"According to the divination, it's not one of those people who frequently act as scapegoats; it's a spirit creature we've never seen before!"

A night watchman deacon rushed over and handed the latest and most up-to-date intelligence to Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of the Church of the Night in Backlund.

In this quiet night, it is the busiest time for the Night Watchers, and this is especially true for Anthony, the "Bishop of Fear" of Sequence Three.

His eyes lowered, and seeing the crooked handwriting and sensing the obvious aura of misfortune emanating from the note, the archbishop frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

"This was indeed the work of an angel. The misfortune on it is so great that even I cannot remove it. Anyone who has come into contact with this note should immediately perform a ritual before the goddess to cleanse themselves of the bad things."

As archbishop, Anthony Stevenson has many things to consider, including the recent tense situation in Backlund and the destruction caused by various wild extraordinary beings.

"Sigh, these are truly troublesome times."

With a somewhat poetic sigh, remarking on the word Russell had invented, the Archbishop continued his analysis:

"Most of the Night Watchers have been dispatched to protect the members of the Kingdom's Pollution Investigation Committee, as have the Steam Church and the Storm Church."

"This creates a gap in our defenses, which could be exploited by those behind the scenes. Therefore, we must now be wary of any potential unforeseen events!"

"You all stay on guard. I'll take the sealing artifact and lead a team of red-gloved soldiers to investigate myself."

"Archbishop, isn't this dangerous?"

The Night Watchman who delivered the message nodded thoughtfully, but still offered his opinion.

Faced with his subordinates' doubts, Anthony Stevenson rubbed his chin and chuckled:

"What are you afraid of? This is Backlund!"

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, like a blood-stained red eye, staring unblinkingly at the bustling metropolis shrouded in choking smog.

At this moment, a four-wheeled carriage is speeding along the hard, clean stone road.

Just then, a small hand pulled back the curtain of the carriage, revealing black pupils and a height of 1.4 meters.

"Damn it, I've seen Green Cemetery more than ten times already. Am I trapped in a cycle of fate? I'm clearly going in the opposite direction!"

Unlucky

The 1.4-meter-tall boy sighed helplessly, trying to use his extraordinary abilities to find the key to breaking the deadlock.

Although the Mercury Serpent also possesses the extraordinary ability to trap people in a cycle of fate, what is happening to them now does not belong to the cycle of fate.

No matter where you go, no matter how you go, you will eventually return here, to this dark and gloomy cemetery filled with mist, just as the outcome was already predetermined when it was time for a one-on-one duel.

No matter how much you struggle during this process, you can't escape that fateful ending.

"No, if it's a cycle, then why is everything around us still developing normally, especially some traces, which haven't restarted along with it?"

Will Onsett felt a bit confused. There was no cycle of fate, and everything outside was normal, so why did he always end up near this cemetery?

Even if they go to the spirit world or to the southern continent across the raging sea, they will still inexplicably return here.

This utterly unreasonable and illogical ability made the Sequence One Mercury Serpent tighten its robes, as if a chill was seeping into its very bones.

No matter what kind of extraordinary ability it is, there must be a limit, right? Even a true god cannot actually watch over the entire world.

While wondering about the snake's origin, Will looked at his palm, but just then, as if he had suddenly realized something, he slapped his little hand and showed a look of sudden realization.

"I see!"

My own timeline was disrupted, and the future I arrived at Green Cemetery was inserted into the normal timeline, so I would jump to this inserted future every few minutes.

Having vaguely grasped the situation, Will Onsett immediately devised an escape plan. Although he had prepared a backup plan, secretly transmitting the information to the Church of the Night through spirit beings, he still wanted to escape if possible.

"I can run far enough, and then let my fate become a cycle; perhaps that will work."

"No! Although fate cycles, time continues to flow normally outside of those cycles, so this has no effect whatsoever unless I can escape all of this!"

"However, the gifts and deprivations from fate cannot be escaped; one can only anticipate or avoid them, but without anticipating them, there is no way to avoid them."

"This is simply a form of power imbalance. I'm bearing a burden I shouldn't have to at my age."

After much deliberation, Will Unsettling finally slumped into the carriage, realizing he had no way to avoid his unfortunate fate.

At this moment, Mercury Serpent felt a little regretful. Why didn't she just kneel down and hug the other party's leg to surrender?

Now look what's happened! They insist on a one-on-one fight. On the bright side, I might get beaten up and become a servant; on the dark side, I might be skinned alive and turned into a magic potion.

With a deep sigh, Will and Oncetin jumped off the carriage. After a moment's hesitation, they took off the crutches, which were more symbolic than practical, and limped toward the agreed-upon location.

After crossing the open space and navigating the path, I stumbled into a small grove of trees.

"Oh ho, you actually dared to come? I thought you'd just take the opportunity to run away!"

Ron, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but grin when he saw the 1.4-meter-tall boy. It was as if bullying the short boy would give him an extremely strong sense of superiority.

The main thing is trash.

"Hahaha, kids don't lie, I'm very trustworthy!"

Stop pretending. Don't you know how I got here?

Feeling guilty, the 1.4-meter-tall man used an awkward laugh to cover up his true feelings.

"Is that so? It seems I misunderstood you. Let's begin then!"

Tch~ Still pretending, what a pretentious jerk.

The blond boy pursed his lips, about to make a move, when he saw the archangel opposite him quickly wave his hand, as if he had something to say.

"Look, I'm disabled, and I think we need to set some rules!"

"How about this? Neither of us will use our mythical creature forms or our extraordinary abilities. Let's just beat each other with our fists. Otherwise, I simply can't beat you, and that's just not fair!"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead silently, Will nervously added what seemed to be a perfectly reasonable rule.

Are you sure?

Hearing this, Ron clenched his fists. He had originally wanted to play with this mercury serpent, but since the other party immediately said it wanted to be beaten, he had no way to refuse.

Klein was so weak that he rolled his eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and knelt down begging for mercy after just a few fingers.

Amon is too fragile and prone to suicide at the slightest provocation, making him far from a suitable punching bag.

As for Miss Wolf, although she's tough enough, you can't just go and beat her up without a reason, can you?

These days, there are actually people who willingly ask to be beaten up; such good people are rare indeed!

"No, that's right, if you want to agree, then go ahead!"

Will Oncetin tightened his grip on the iron crutches and looked nervously at the blond boy opposite him.

"no problem"

However, just as Ron finished speaking, Mercury Serpent's bandaged right leg suddenly exerted force, causing the ground to shake, and in an instant it appeared in front of the blond boy.

The crutches that aided walking were raised high and then slammed down on the head of the blond-haired boy with lightning speed.

At that moment, the 1.4-meter-tall boy seemed to see many question marks appear in the golden eyes.

Aren't you disabled?

"Excuse me, but disabled people and mythical creatures with disabilities are not the same thing!"

Dirt flew everywhere, trees fell, and the honest Ron Sothos was caught off guard and was thrown dozens of meters away. He finally managed to regain his balance after rolling several times with the force of the impact.

Seeing that his first strike had actually worked, Will Unsett no longer hesitated. He kicked his right foot again and swung his iron crutch in a wide arc, smashing it hard into Ron's right cheek.

But just then, the person who was already 1.4 meters away suddenly saw the blond boy stick his hands into the ground and lift out a six-barreled machine gun that was thicker and bigger than himself from the pile of dirt.

If you can't handle the game, don't play! Are you serious? I'm just a kid!

Upon seeing this, Will Oncetin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He never expected that this blond boy would be so uncivilized as to pull out a cannon to deal with him, a child who had lived for thousands of years.

He thought this thing was more like a cannon than a gun.

The reason for this is that the deafening roar of the artillery had spread in all directions, and the rolling air currents had caused fallen leaves to fly everywhere, while dust swirled outwards, obscuring all vision.

An endless storm of metal rushed towards him, instantly striking his 1.4-meter-tall body.

However, the Mercury Serpent is still the Mercury Serpent. Although all its luck was taken away, it still had the attribute of being tough and thick-skinned. It took hundreds of bullets and only ended up with a bruised and swollen face.

This made the Fool's legs go weak, and the attack that made the Wrongdoer cry out only caused the Mercury Serpent a minor injury.

"Damn it, you dare to scheme against me? Prepare to die!"

Seeing this, Ron picked up a six-barreled machine gun with one hand, this time aiming at the lower body!

But just then, perhaps because Will Uncrestin was too unlucky, an extremely dramatic earthquake occurred near Green Cemetery.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the blond-haired boy was completely unable to control his weapon. Exaggerated fissures spread from his feet, threatening to swallow Ron whole and bury him deep within the earth.

"I was just unlucky, this isn't some extraordinary ability!"

Faintly, the blond boy who had fallen and was getting up seemed to hear such a defense.

A few seconds later, the earthquake stopped, and the entire forest looked as if it had been turned upside down, with mud and rocks everywhere, making the whole scene extremely tragic.

As the soil churned, two little heads popped out from underground and looked at each other.

"You little brat, you think you're so great?!"

Ron roared as he saw the 1.4-meter tall man standing close at hand, and with a leap, he kicked Will Onsett far away.

Perhaps still not satisfied with that kick, he immediately rushed forward, wanting to beat the other person up with his fists. But at that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his toes. Ron looked down and found that the 1.4-meter tall man had anticipated this and had actually stepped on his toes in a despicable way.

However, Ron didn't hold back, slapping him hard across the face and then sticking two fingers into his nostrils.

Will Unsett wasn't going to back down either, and went so far as to pull down the blond boy's pants, seemingly trying to strike his vitals.

The two old fogies, who had been pretending to be young, finally dropped their pretense and abandoned their childlike innocence, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tricks and schemes, resulting in a stalemate for a time.

"Damn it, how disgusting! Don't spit in my mouth!"

"Then don't pee on me!!!"

"Go to hell!!!"

"Come on, who's afraid of who!"

In short, this is roughly what happened when Anthony Stevenson arrived at the scene with the sealed artifact and the Red Gloves.

Two little kids, one 1.5 meters tall and the other 1.4 meters tall, dressed in rags, were locked in a struggle on the ground, neither willing to let go first.

Even though the 1.5-meter tall person had the upper hand, the 1.4-meter tall person still refused to admit defeat, clearly having lost their temper.

Is this a one-on-one battle between mythical creatures?

Long insight!

(End of this chapter)