Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 389 The Earth Will Be Shattered (2.4K)

"You can confirm that someone wants to assassinate you to achieve certain goals."

"According to our intelligence, that person is King George III of Loen, who wants to push for a change and achieve a bizarre, distorted order on the level of mysticism."

"Behind him are other powerful and mysterious beings, and even the Seven Gods have tacitly approved of everything they do."

"Your Grace, given this situation, do you believe the Lord of Storms will protect you?"

As the secretary spoke, she loosened her tie, revealing a neatly cut, inwardly rolled-up band of skin around her chest.

He reached out and gently lifted the curled edge with his palm, making a sizzling, sticky sound. In just a few seconds, the secretary actually peeled a bloody human skin off his own face. As soon as the skin was peeled off, it let out a series of painful moans.

"Help me! Help me!!!"

"Ah!!! Duke, I was wrong, I am guilty!!!"

Ignoring the wails of the masked figure, Patrick Jason Belial retrieved a spray bottle from a hidden compartment inside the carriage and smiled slightly at Duke Negan, whose pupils were now trembling uncontrollably at a distance.

"Your secretary tastes very good, and her appearance is also very attractive, but she just doesn't like to drink water."

After saying that, he picked up a spray bottle and sprayed a blood-like liquid onto the human skin mask. Unlike the rich layers and smooth taste of the Olmir red wine, this sprayed liquid had only one smell: a fishy stench with a sulfurous odor!

It's like some kind of expired, spoiled blood.

After carefully spraying the area, the man with the cold brown eyes seemed to have heard something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the upright Duke Negan.

"This secretary's identity is not simple; you need to find a way to send him back!"

Pallas Negan took a deep breath, regained his composure, and nodded slightly as he would to other ministers and members of parliament.

After a long pause, he hesitantly probed:

"You seem to have no reason to help me. Whether it's the church's propaganda, folk legends, or the ancient texts preserved in the royal family, demons are not benevolent beings."

Duke Negan's gaze remained fixed on the demon who had suddenly appeared at his door a week ago.

He knew that if he dared to cooperate with the devil, he would be dragged into an abyss once discovered, and even the "Lord of the Storm," whom the Negan family had worshipped for generations, would not allow His church to protect him.

But Pallas Negan still chose to do so, because no one but the devil could help him.

Even his own brother, Agushid Negan, the kingdom's prime minister, could no longer be trusted, because Negan was very close to the royal family and might be helping George III to carry out their schemes.

When the devil revealed the truth behind it all to him, Pallas Negan was overwhelmed with a sense of bewilderment, as if the world were so vast yet could not contain him.

resentment.

Why should I be sacrificed and sent to my death without any explanation, while those damned gods know perfectly well but don't offer any protection?

What utter nonsense about God loving the world!

"Heh, you don't need to get so agitated. That's just how the Seven Gods are. They'll be nice to you when there's something in it for them, but once there's no benefit, they won't hesitate to kill you without a second thought."

"This is no different from us demons in essence."

Seemingly noticing Duke Negan's twitching face, Jason Beria offered a soothing remark in a cold tone, then took a breath and continued speaking slowly:

"As for why we're helping you, it's because we have our own purposes. You see, we demons are much more honest."

"You are a supporter of the Church of Storms, and we can make a lot of a fuss about that. We will use people like you to topple the towering edifice of balance and cause the Seven Gods to distrust each other and kill one another."

"But this has nothing to do with Honest Man Steel, so why are you making me target them?"

Rubbing his head, Duke Negan asked in confusion.

To be honest, he didn't trust the demons, the Church of the Seven Gods, or the royal family. However, he knew too little about them and couldn't understand what these forces were doing.

"Didn't I tell you? We're going to use your identity to create conflict and make the gods distrust each other?"

"We will stay by your side during this time. We will help you catch the assassin in the next assassination attempt. You just need to call for help from the Storm Church in time, and it would be best to use them to kill the assassin."

"You don't need to know why, you just need to know that we want to reignite the war in the Southern Continent, and that we want the world situation to collapse like a building falling out of control."

At this point, Jason Beria suppressed his excitement, letting the flush on his face gradually fade, and he returned to his cold demeanor.

"Why? You just said that gods would unite for mutual benefit, so what could make them disregard their own interests and fight each other?"

Why the hell do you have so many problems?

Jason Beria's lips twitched, but he still patiently explained:

"Gods can yield a step when faced with things they deem desirable, but they cannot keep yielding. They also have their own thoughts, tempers, and personalities. They are not like difference engines, capable of enduring anything for the sake of a result."

After a brief explanation, the demon, seemingly unable to bear Pallas Negan's nagging, immediately raised his hands and praised him with a fanatical expression:

"May the end of the world reach the other side of the stars!"

"Mr. Ron, keep your voice down. What if we get caught?"

"It's alright, Audrey, it's just the two of us here. I've trapped Susie in the loop space."

"But this position is tiring..."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it."

Inside a workshop in the factory, a blazing furnace roared to life. Audrey Hall, looking utterly dejected, raised a sledgehammer and, with a specific rhythm and angle, smashed it hard against the red-hot iron block in front of her.

"The audience approach is also important for combat skills, Audrey. When you reach the High Rank, you'll thank yourself for who you are now!"

"Because by then, the dragon's physique will possess formidable fighting power, and its strength may even rival that of a giant."

"You don't want to end up just throwing wild punches back then, do you?"

The blond boy looked at the noble lady who was swinging a sledgehammer with a wicked grin, feeling that this kind of distorted beauty had great artistic value.

"Mr. Ron, but this has absolutely nothing to do with women's combat..."

Seemingly sensing the blond boy's wicked sense of humor, Audrey Hall dropped the hammer, rushed to Ron's side, and began pinching his chubby little face again.

"What do you know? A hammer has its uses, and there are techniques involved in using it!"

"Moreover, human wisdom is based on the use of tools. As a nobleman, martial arts are the most undignified thing for you."

This is a lie; they clearly just want to see me make a fool of myself... Sure enough, as wicked as ever, they absolutely love playing pranks...

Faced with Ron's incoherent ramblings, the "psychologist" easily saw through the deception.

She squeezed the soft flesh in her hand hard, and then "Justice" Audrey pulled her arm down sharply, causing the boy's upturned lips to curl downwards.

At the same time, she stood up and curiously looked around with her emerald green eyes.

Although Audrey Hall owned shares in many companies and factories, she never actually visited each one to see what they were like.

But today's experience broadened her horizons, allowing her to learn about the hardships faced by people in the East District not just from newspaper articles or investigative reports.

The steelworkers worked hard all week, but their weekly wage was only 30 sols.

This is even less than Susie's daily snack expenses.

In any case, everything new and exciting here brought a different kind of shock to this noble lady.

Perhaps I could try to guide the nobles to revise the new laws to help them?

(End of this chapter)