Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 415 A Child's Wandering Life (2.7K)

A dim, yellowish light spread from the clouds, painting the horizon in a magnificent way, like the afterglow of a sunset or the rising sun.

Stepping onto the solidified light, Ron looked up and surveyed the massive complex of buildings around him, formed from the pure dawn light.

Although it was very spacious, it was also very magnificent.

Giant pillars support the sky, some nearly a hundred meters high and so thick that a dozen people cannot encircle them.

The boy made no attempt to conceal his presence, walking ahead step by step, with "Omibella" following closely behind.

After entering this divine kingdom that resembled the Twilight Palace, His gaze never left Ron, keeping a close watch on the little brat, afraid that if He wasn't careful, the boy would pass the message to "Olmir's" eldest son.

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The scene before him was somewhat beyond the comprehension of the eldest son of the giant king, and also beyond the limits of his psychological endurance.

This is even more exciting than killing your own father.

The only thing that puzzled Him was whether all of this was happening a little too fast.

Thanks to its secret authority, no one could truly observe the suspicious cries emanating from the Dark Kingdom, but the Kingdom of Life was different.

Without even considering whether his mother had cheated on his deceased father, "God of War" Badhall immediately put on a stern face.

"Omibella, you betrayed my father and followed Him to me. Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

The god's roar caused gusts of wind to blow away the clouds that gradually dispersed.

?

Are you crazy?!

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

"This is none of your business. Have you forgotten how your father died?"

"You inherited everything from Him, but you also destroyed everything He did!"

With a lingering blush on her face, the nearly five-meter-tall "Omibella" knew her "favorite son's" weakness quite well. With just one sentence, she rendered the "God of War" speechless, only able to whisper in defense:

"A new era needs a new king."

"That's a good reason, but it sounds very suspicious coming from you."

Upon hearing this, Ron smirked, finally witnessing what true shamelessness was.

He almost burst out laughing when he heard the conversation between this bizarre "mother and son".

Because this is essentially no different from him arguing inside his head, the only difference being that this "mother and son" don't use profanity when they curse.

"You should know why I'm here, so I'm not going to waste my breath on you..."

Looking at Badhair, whose eyes were filled with hostility and anger and whose body was radiating the light of dusk, Ron showed no politeness.

boom!

He was like a tyrant running rampant in the streets, as if in a dream, and he punched the "God of War" right away.

Under the suppression of symbolic and pure status, the thick Dawn Armor quickly crumbled, and Badhall, just like in a dream, was sent flying backwards at a height of six meters.

A massive, sprawling palace collapsed, and divine blood, tinged with orange-red light, stained the entire sky.

With just one strike, he eliminated a true god skilled in defense!?

This……

This scene not only made "Omibella's" eyelids twitch, but also caused a slight fluctuation in the emotions of the other four gods who were secretly observing.

They're fragile, so it's understandable that they could be killed in one move, but even a tough, resilient war god can be taken down in a single punch... that's...

Recalling her own powerlessness in the face of Ron, and the coercive suppression of having authority but being unable to use it, Lilith, the vampire, fell silent.

If everything in the past was like this, then He would not know how to survive when the end times come.

"How is this possible!?"

As the clouds and mist dissipated, a deafening crash echoed from the collapsed palace complex. The God of War, coughing up blood and with his chest caved in, struggled to his feet, feeling intense pain.

His defenses were breached head-on!?

"Nothing is impossible."

Seeing that the guy who had been the most agitated just moments before could still get up, Ron clenched his fists again. Blue light surrounded him, and it seemed as if some material concepts had appeared out of thin air.

The Creator created everything, and the beginning of everything must have been all-encompassing.

Spacetime does not refer to the manipulation of time and space, but rather to the beginning of everything and the origin of all things.

For the God of Time and Space, "physical body" and "power" are not the main focus, but he can create some concepts to attach to himself.

For example, the quality of the continent beneath our feet!

Seeing Ron raise his fist again and feeling the mass compressing further, Badhall's face turned green. Who the hell could stand this?!

Everyone gets to share the profits, but he gets beaten up all by himself. Nobody can stand such an injustice!

"Wait, Your Excellency..."

"No, Father!"

Between begging for mercy and apologizing, "God of War" chose the most promising path.

Cultivate relationships!

There must be something between Him and His mother, otherwise why would His mother have come with Him, and...

Seeing his "own mother" still staring at Ron with affection (but also with a fierce look), Badhall understood the most correct way to experience this cold world.

puff! ! !

Upon witnessing this scene, the five gods, far away in the sky, nearly vomited their bile.

Although it's supposed to be a household chore...

But isn't this a bit too shameless?!

"Hey, you can eat shit, but you can't say whatever you want. Don't yell at me like that. I have absolutely no relationship with your mother!"

Upon hearing this, the blond youth nearly coughed up blood.

Your mom is a full five meters tall, and I'm only 1.5 meters tall. How did you make that connection?!

"I understand, I get it!"

"God of War" nodded quickly, showing no trace of his previous frustration and anger, as if those feelings had already vanished with Ron's fist.

What the hell do you know?

His heavy arm rose and fell, fell and rose again, and finally, under the terrified gaze of the "God of War," Ron loosened his clenched fist.

Small fry are like that; they only respond to gentle persuasion, not force.

"Hmph, I recall your church seems to have a sealed artifact called the Book of Thorensost?"

"Leave it with me for a few days, and I will forgive your mistake."

This information was gleaned from Will Unsett: Medici died too young, so Ron had to fill in the gaps in the history of the Fourth Age elsewhere, which is why he also has a good understanding of the secrets of the various churches.

Ignoring the "new son" standing alone in the ruins, Ron had no intention of staying there any longer. He took a step back the way he came and instantly disappeared into the divine realm composed of clouds and dawn.

……

Lenburg.

A giant gray-white dragon flew rapidly through the sky.

It was enormous, measuring fifty meters in length, with a wingspan exceeding one hundred meters.

At this moment, the dragon adjusted its black-rimmed glasses on its nose and stroked its white beard.

If an angel who has lived from ancient times to the present day were to see Him, it would not be difficult to guess His true identity.

This is a legendary figure who rebelled against the "Dragon King" Angorweid and then against the "Ancient Sun God".

Herabergen, the god of knowledge and wisdom.

After witnessing the tragic state of the "God of War" and gaining profound wisdom, He made a decision to betray Himself.

Rather than being beaten to the point of being unable to take care of yourself and then begging for mercy, it's better to bring that process forward and just confidently and boldly admit your mistake.

It's perfectly normal to make revisions and modifications when doing academic work!

As for whether this method is shameless.

"As long as no one sees it, it's fine."

A golden meteor streaked across the dark night sky, suddenly illuminating Old Dragon's slightly uneasy heart.

"Sir, please wait!"

The brief dragon language words echoed stealthily in the pitch-black night sky. A golden shooting star on the horizon suddenly paused, then changed direction and flew swiftly toward the dragon.

"..."

Ron looked at the giant dragon with strange patterns and symbols on its body with a bit of speechlessness, feeling that each of the seven gods was more abstract than the last.

In comparison, the little female wolf is relatively normal.

"you……"

"Sir, I still remember the letter you sent. Here's a little gift for you too~"

"When I talk to wise people, I feel that my wisdom is constantly increasing."

"I wanted to write to you, but unfortunately, your address is in the territory of a tyrant. That guy is extremely discriminatory towards knowledge and looks down on us scholars!"

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As the old dragon finished speaking, it even shook its head in a human-like manner and pounded its paws heavily, as if not communicating with Ron and writing letters was the most regrettable decision of its life.

"Hey, watch your image. You're supposed to be a true god, this...this..."

Does this sound like a word?

Hearing this flattery, even Ron, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth from turning up and whispered a reminder to the other party to tone it down.

"Hey, true wisdom doesn't lie in empty talk; those who pursue knowledge never care about superficial appearances!"

Upon hearing this, the dragon immediately became displeased, pushed up his glasses, and solemnly gave examples to refute the statement.

As expected, each of the seven gods possesses unique skills; what a genius!

(End of this chapter)