Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 409 Dramatic Change (3.9K)

St. Wind Cathedral, Joewood District.

"Lord, I repent."

In a small, dark confessional room, Pallas Negan clasped his hands together as he confessed to the deity he believed in.

However, in this era and in this world, no god will truly listen to the meaningless nonsense of their followers. Rather than seeking divine forgiveness, it is more like self-deception.

No, it was mostly meant for those hot-tempered bishops.

Duke Negan's thoughts flashed through his mind, and a slight smile appeared on his wrinkled lips. Clearly, he was not as devout as he had imagined.

"I repent that I did not lend a helping hand when I learned of my friends' suffering; I repent that I allowed evil to continue to fester in darkness when I learned of it; I repent that I did not protect the Lamb of the Lord and allowed them to be oppressed by foreigners."

A full ten minutes of confession is neither long nor short. As the church bells rang, the Duke of Negan's confession came to an end.

"As long as you sincerely repent to the Lord and truly repent, the Lord will forgive you."

A voice, rugged yet serene, caught the sound of the church bells. The words were calm and powerful, as if carrying some kind of strength to soothe Pallas Negan's soul.

"Blessed is the storm, praise be to God!"

With a right fist striking his left chest, Pallas Negan stepped out of the cramped confessional, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Duke, what you just said is true. You really received that kind of intelligence?"

At that moment, the bishop who had just listened to Pallas Nigan's confession approached, his face revealing a hint of anger.

"Yes, Bishop Patur, it is absolutely true. Many of our soldiers on the front lines have been sacrificed to the evil god by those barbarians. They not only cut off all the protruding parts of their victims' bodies, torturing our soldiers, but they also perform bizarre rituals to turn them into monsters that attack our army!"

"To date, 4 people have already sacrificed their lives for this. If this continues, not only will we be unable to spread our faith for the Lord, but even our existing churches will be..."

"Moreover, their slogans are to expel all foreign faiths, and even to hold the Seven Gods Church accountable for its missionary activities in the Southern Continent."

Pallas Negan hesitated, his words tinged with anger and sadness, yet also with sincerity, which made the bishop beside him, who was confirming the situation, look even more uneasy.

"They're talking nonsense!!!"

He naturally knew who the "evil god" who could be ranked among the top in the Southern Continent was referring to; it was none other than the "God of Time and Space" who had appeared out of nowhere some time ago.

With the protection of this being, the people of the Southern Continent had the means to rival the Church of the Seven Gods. However, they did not expect that even after the Church had made some concessions, those greedy individuals would become even more brazen.

As a violent organization subordinate to one of the seven gods, it is insignificant for them to suffer losses in funds or minor interests. However, if the faith in the gods is affected, then it will be a different story!

Is that deity from the Southern Continent insane? Does He want to shake the faith of the Seven Gods and start a divine war?!

At that moment, Patur recalled the most famous catastrophe recorded in the history of the Quaternary Period, the Pale Plague that swept across the entire world.

But as luck would have it, the Grim Reaper also came from the Southern Continent.

"I will report this matter to the Archbishop. I also request that the Duke make a copy of the intelligence you received and give it to the Church so we can verify its authenticity!"

Patur suppressed the anger welling up inside him and spoke to Pallas Negan with a strange expression.

"Your Excellency, there's no need for such formalities. It's my pleasure. I'll go and get it myself right now."

Pallas Negan did not linger. He walked straight out of the church, boarded his luxurious carriage, and nodded to his secretary who was standing in attendance.

After the four-wheeled carriage had traveled several hundred meters, the highest-ranking nobleman of the Conservative Party tilted his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"You really think the Church of the Seven Gods would fall for such a clumsy trick? If they were that easy to fool, wouldn't you demons have already crawled out of the abyss?"

"A lie is just a lie; whether it's true or false, verification will tell."

Faced with his collaborator's nitpicking, the blue-eyed secretary simply shook his head and looked at Pallas Negan with a mocking smile.

"We demons are very trustworthy, and who told you it was a lie?"

"A quarter of an hour ago, over 40,000 people died in the Southern Continent, including men, women, children, and followers of the Seven Gods. It's not over yet; the number may be even higher by the time you receive the intelligence."

"Disputes over faith have always been a persistent topic, not only among the seven gods, but also between the churches of the seven gods and their believers."

Upon hearing these emotionless words, Pallas Negan was visibly stunned, and his eyes, which were already clouded and filled with desire, widened in astonishment.

"Is this not fabricated intelligence?"

"Are you all insane?! Do you think the Church of the Seven Gods can't see that's your demonic trickery?"

Clearly, he was more concerned about whether he had been exposed.

As a Sequence Six "Judge", Pallas Negan knew that everything in the mystical world was traceable. The specific methods and fighting styles of the extraordinary could be analyzed from their combat traces, not to mention the iconic authority of the gods.

However, when faced with the Duke's questioning, Patrick Jason Beria simply waved his hand, appearing extremely unconcerned.

"Ha, the ones performing the sacrificial ritual are followers of the God of Time and Space, and it is also the God of Time and Space who responds to the ritual. What are you worried about?"

A thick fog blanketed the entire city, obscuring everyone's vision. Apart from the white expanse in front of them, the city's residents could not see anything more than three meters away.

"save"

The cries for help from a man who was running blindly, trying to find a place to hide, came to an abrupt end.

Hot blood splattered on the ground, instantly forming a long drag mark, as if some monster lurked deep within the mist, ready to pounce on its prey the moment it heard a sound.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

The faint chewing sounds grew louder as they approached, like something whispering secrets. The other survivors felt a chill run down their spines, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they couldn't even bring themselves to pray to their gods.

They carefully held their breath, slowed their movements, and stood still, not daring to move an inch, for fear that the slightest sound would attract the terrifying monster from the depths of the mist.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, the world was exactly the same. How did it suddenly become so strange?

At that moment, a clear baby's cry rang out and spread in all directions.

The baby's cries were particularly piercing in the silent environment, like a death knell, bringing boundless fear.

"Stop! Stop now! Are you trying to kill us?!"

The child's mother looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a stylish women's trench coat and a small soft hat, with an overall style that leaned towards the conservative Ruen.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears as she pleaded softly to soothe her child, trying to stop the several-month-old baby from crying.

But it was all too late.

A segmented leg shot out like lightning from the mist. It resembled the mouthparts of some insect or the long leg of a spider, inspiring disgust and fear in anyone who saw it.

This is an emotion imprinted in the collective subconscious of humanity; it is a unique disgust and fear towards venomous insects.

A long, arthropod-like leg covered in countless sharp teeth and black hair attacked with incredible speed, leaving a blur in the air. Just as it was about to pierce the woman's head, a shadow of darkness spread out rapidly.

This darkness was like the deepest and most profound fear in the night, infecting and dissolving the surrounding white mist and the long legs that moved as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the hard, arthropod-like leg was mostly melted away by the darkness containing destruction and vanishing, and its momentum continued unabated as it rapidly spread towards the source of the limb.

Within the silent, still fog, the munching sounds, like whispers, ceased to emanate.

Feeling the rapid depletion of her spiritual energy, Ilya, the "Eye of the Goddess," couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Although we don't know what this monster is, judging from the spiritual energy it consumes, its size is definitely not small.

"Get them all to the church, but be careful not to make any noise!"

Using the spirits he had released to observe his surroundings once more, and finding no arthropods or long legs nearby, the Sequence 3 demigod breathed a sigh of relief and patiently gave instructions to the Night Watchman who was cautiously approaching.

To be honest, those long legs didn't possess any divinity, and their strength wasn't insurmountable for ordinary extraordinary beings. However, their speed was too fast; even a Sequence 5 deacon could be instantly killed if he wasn't careful.

Where did these things come from? We can't go any further; the spiritual energy consumption is too great. This mist seems to be blocking our connection with the outside world, making it impossible to contact the goddess.

Just as the senior deacon of the Church of the Night was considering his next move, a terrified scream suddenly came from 300 meters ahead.

"Help! Quick, please help me!"

The voice was sharp and piercing, as if it were frightened by this abnormal situation. Without careful listening, it was impossible to make out what its owner was shouting.

"I'm going to rescue them. A few of you will come with me. Be careful not to make too much noise."

Faced with the cries for help from ordinary people, "Goddess's Eye" Ilya had no reason to hesitate. She quickly gave instructions to the Night Watchers around her, and then a strange spirit with wings, a human body and bird legs appeared behind her in a flash.

The spirit's bird leg gripped its master's shoulder, dragging Ilya silently toward the location of the distress call.

The layers of mist were dissolved by the darkness. Compared to the mist, which only allowed visibility of three meters, the pitch-black darkness, where nothing could be seen, made the demigod feel more at ease.

"Help! Help! Please save me!"

The cries for help grew closer and sharper, but just as Ilya was halfway there, he suddenly realized something.

The cries for help seemed to have gone on for far too long; based on the experiences of previous victims, it appeared that no one was able to utter a complete sentence.

No, it's bait!

Ilya instantly thought of a possibility and immediately hummed a jarring, chaotic song to gradually clear his affected consciousness.

But in the instant she regained consciousness, she suddenly noticed that the fog obscuring her vision seemed to have dimmed slightly, as if a huge shadow had merged into the fog.

"Help!!!"

The cries for help rang out again, sharper, piercing, distorted, and unlike human voices. They sounded more like an unknown, distorted language that no one could understand.

"ah!!!"

Upon hearing this twisted, eerie, and abhorrent, almost delirious cry, "Goddess's Eye" clutched its head, let out a scream of pain, and fell from the center of the body.

She felt something strange was growing inside her head, sucking away her divinity, gnawing at her brain, and it seemed that it would gouge out her eyes and crawl out of her brain in the next second.

"ah!!!"

Knock knock knock knock.

The dense, drum-like pounding of the ground, accompanied by the demigod's screams echoing in all directions, made the shadows that occupied most of the field of vision grow larger and clearer.

The mist slowly dissipated, constantly changing shape with the movement of the air. At this moment, Ilya, who had collapsed in agony and was unable to offer any resistance, finally saw clearly what this enormous shadow was.

It was a monster nearly a thousand meters long, resembling a huge egg. At its very top was half a human face. Its body was pale and translucent like jelly, with a corrosive pus-like substance flowing from it, like lava. A white mist that blocked everything was constantly drifting out from its corroded skin.

His dozens of strange, twisted arms waved constantly, with long, arthropod legs that stretched for kilometers. His protruding eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for valuable prey.

Knock knock knock knock.

Hundreds of thick, arthropod-like legs moved rhythmically and silently, destroying any structures that stood in His way.

What exactly is this thing?

Upon seeing this indescribable, twisted, and bizarre mythical creature, the Goddess's eyes instantly exploded, and her body began to turn deathly pale. Her bones were frantically dislocating, as if trying to twist her into a ball of flesh.

Just then, a gaze fell from a thousand meters above, followed by an indescribable roar filled with intense resentment, which instantly swept over the colony of Rune, a city with a population of hundreds of thousands.

No one survived at Sagaburg.

(End of this chapter)