Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 410 Amon's Bloodline is Pure (3K)

The intense light pierced through the clouds, like a golden road leading to the heavens.

Fire fell from the sky, burning away all the impurity and shouts, turning the city shrouded in mist into a white wasteland.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the majesty of the gods shines upon the earth.

Intis, Angado, a small town with thriving agriculture, producing grain and fine wine, has disappeared from the map.

Hundreds and thousands of points of light, radiating a divine aura, flew from the scorching earth to the horizon, as if drawn by something, continuously coalescing in mid-air and finally transforming into small suns emitting bright light.

In that instant, the sun shone brightly in the sky, causing the temperature of the entire planet to rise slightly.

Those who were working, resting, or busy with various things all noticed this sudden anomaly. They looked up and then quickly lowered their heads, covering their eyes as they were temporarily blinded by the dazzling light in the sky.

However, as the "Light Chasers" pursued the "Sun," the sudden anomaly gradually subsided, and the world returned to normal.

……

Bayam.

"roar!!!"

Lightning bolts fell from the sky, reflected in Alger Wilson's pupils.

The thunderous roar sounded like the fury of a god, shaking the entire city to its core.

The sound of the surging tide echoed in Alger's ears, louder, more intense, and more violent than ever before.

Even without activating his innate ability to fill in the blanks, he could imagine the sea near Bayam rapidly receding, revealing a seabed thousands of meters deep.

Various bizarre creatures, unheard of by humankind, were exposed to the air, tumbling and convulsing, just like the half-human, half-fish monsters before them.

boom!!!

The seawater rose like a pillar reaching to the sky, forming a huge curtain of water around the entire island, seemingly about to collapse at any moment and give the whole of Bayam a thorough cleansing.

What's going on? That's the Lord of Storms!?

Alger Wilson's pupils shrank to their smallest size as he stared in shock at the apocalyptic scene.

However, before the "Hanged Man" could make any further connections, a sudden gust of wind arose behind him.

"Lower your head, don't look!"

Having taken a trip to the ocean, the latecomer "Aquaman" Arne Cortman shouted first in his gruff voice, lest the "Punishers" and "Captains," who had suffered huge losses, be reduced to fewer members for some ridiculous reason.

"Damn it, that madman Señor, he actually managed to pull off such a massive sacrifice!"

"What exactly is he trying to do!?"

Arne Courtman roared angrily, his face turning red with rage.

He was certain that the sudden arrival of the mist, the fish-man monsters that appeared out of nowhere, and the mysterious shadows that had withstood the "divine punishment" for so long were all aimed at him.

At that moment, he didn't know whether he should be glad he arrived too late and saved his life, or worry about the severe punishment that would come with his dereliction of duty.

As the guardian of the archipelago, not being present when the incident occurred is the greatest dereliction of duty.

……

"Ha, the news of 40,000 people is outdated. According to current information, in just five days, the seven major churches have each lost two angels and four demigods."

"One of the patron angels of the Eternal Sun purified himself to dispel pollution and protect the people. What a 'righteous' fellow..."

"I admire His actions, but it's not very useful."

"It is not unexpected that one of the God of War's followers also died on the spot; it is the fate that warriors should face."

"The Goddess of Night has lost a follower; if she had obediently hidden herself, she might have survived..."

"The Earth Mother, the Goddess of Steam and Machinery, and the Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom have also lost a demigod..."

"Unfortunately, this is all we can do. Most of the high-ranking officials of the seven major churches are under the watchful eyes of the seven gods, so we can only select some important figures who are not in this category."

Inside the carriage, a blue-eyed man dressed as a secretary recounted the battle situation in a voice devoid of any emotion, causing the Duke beside him to frown.

"Is this your plan?"

"What can it achieve?"

As a nobleman far removed from the mysterious world, he didn't understand the meaning behind it, so he pretended to be very curious and asked.

"You'll understand later. According to the script, our good show can begin."

Instead of giving a direct answer, Patrick Jason Beria steered the conversation in a different direction.

"You will be assassinated on November 18th, and I will naturally appear then."

Ignoring the astonished duke, Jason Belial's figure slowly faded after he finished speaking, disappearing from the spot along with his shadow, as if the incredibly real, flesh-and-blood figure he had just been was an illusion.

Upon seeing this, Pallas Negan immediately rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.

Looking around again, he couldn't find the collaborator who had come to him for cooperation, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Not a trip...

……

"The tide of the times is unstoppable, and the Seven Gods will not allow conflict to come in the short term."

Inside a church made of countless skeletons, a blond, bearded priest in a white robe looked with innocent, childlike eyes at a majestic figure wearing a twisted black crown.

His voice carried a relaxing and soothing power, making people feel unexpectedly reliable.

"The seven major churches have suffered such a huge loss, how could they possibly continue to back down!?"

"And was this really created by the God of Time and Space? Could some force be trying to sow discord between the two sides?"

If they lose control and go to war, the "crown" they have obtained in East Bairon will be in jeopardy. The only way to get such a good opportunity again will probably be to learn from Rosell and change the Kingdom of Rune to the Empire of Rune...

With his distinctive mustache, George III, who frequently appears on the ten-pound note, is actually the person who most desires world peace at this stage.

Only stability can prevent variables and various troubles.

"I cannot discern the intentions of the God of Time and Space, nor can I read His true character and inner thoughts."

"Based on my observation, there is nothing unusual, but there is a possibility that we have been deceived."

"Perhaps He did this secretly..."

Nothing is absolute; even if everything said is known, there are still certain limitations.

Adam spoke in the same tone, without the slightest fluctuation in his emotions, and offered another possibility.

As for the "struggle" between Duke Negan and Ron Sothos, He naturally saw it all. After all, the Fantasy Angel had quite a bit of his own bias in the newspaper reports.

It came from the bottom of my heart; it was truly moving and inspiring.

He then took a slight breath and continued speaking in the same tone:

"This happened so suddenly, I didn't foresee it."

"The most important thing now is that too much of our work has been exposed to the three major churches, and the 'Black Emperor's' destruction has caused irreversible changes to everything."

"Even if we respond promptly, we'll definitely be suspected..."

"Get rid of the traces as soon as possible."

After saying this, the priest, who was praying in the Church of Bones, fell silent, like a statue, inconspicuous and unnoticed by anyone.

King George III, with his two small mustaches, was slightly relieved upon hearing this. He tossed his well-tailored robe with its long hem and turned to walk towards the outside.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his expression becoming somewhat strange, as if he had recalled some ridiculous incident that could not be expressed in words.

King George III opened his mouth, but finally hesitated and said:

"I recently discovered that Amon is organizing a large-scale demonstration in the East District. The scale is so large that it has almost affected the entire East District, and the impact is comparable to a war."

"This is normal; protests and resistance occur under flawed and distorted laws..."

"Wait, what did you say is organizing a march?!"

The ancient sun god suddenly stood up, his eyes widening slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of incredulous surprise.

"Your brother, Amon!"

"He even said that all capitalism should be overthrown, and the slogan was that we should rise up from hunger and be liberated from oppression."

???

How did He know that?

This thing can be inherited?!

……

"Impressive, impressive! I was already admiring your intelligence at this point. It's incredible that you were able to reconstruct all the clues Chernobyl found..."

Inside Ron's luxurious mansion, the Time Angel took the repaired tattered manual from the dining table, while simultaneously sending a clone to clap along.

He had mixed feelings about the clues Cherokee had found.

On the one hand, He was guessing the true origin of his old father, and on the other hand, He was learning about everything from the previous era, and he was also applying what he learned with a spirit of adventure and pragmatism.

Ron stared at the Time Angel with a strange expression, feeling that His behavior was completely out of place with the style of the evil Angel King.

Do you think you've lived up to the path you took?

"Fatball, what do you know? I may enjoy playing tricks on everyone, but that doesn't mean I don't do good deeds..."

"hehe."

Faced with the self-proclaimed title of "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity," the blond-haired youth could only roll his eyes in response.

"That poor bastard is still working overtime. It seems my restrictions on you aren't working at all; you always find a way to circumvent them..."

There's no doubt that the angel used tricks to deceive him, but while deceiving him, this guy also did something that could be considered a good thing, which is quite unusual.

To be honest, Ron is in a dilemma right now, unsure whether to beat up Amon or elevate his status so that he can eat at the same table.

"This is an innate ability. Instead of wasting your breath on this, you might as well tell me about the last era."

"My father, or the source of all extraordinary races, or your origin?"

(End of this chapter)