Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 434A: We are the righteous Aurora Society! (3K)

The Queen.

Warm, yet dazzling sunlight pierced through layers of smog, spilling into the detached house with its pointed red-tiled roof.

The pale sunlight seemed devoid of any emotion, allowing the November chill of Backlund to erode everything.

A biting wind blew into the living room. In this house where the fireplace was not lit, Eurythm slightly pulled open her robe, revealing her fair skin and full, rounded breasts as if she were resistant to the cold, while fanning herself with her palm as if to put on an act.

"It's so hot today, Mr. A. As 'cult members' being hunted by the seven major churches, we are naturally on the same side. We hope you can consider our sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Mr. A, who was sitting on the sofa wearing a wool coat over a long wool sweater, immediately became anxious.

"Bullshit!"

"Do you want to die?! We're not 'cult members,' we are the Lamb of God!"

"All things possess divinity; you have lost your salvation!"

He slammed his fist on the coffee table and roared angrily, spitting everywhere. He glared at the witch in front of him with bloodshot eyes, as if he were looking at prey that he could skin and eat.

An indescribable, eerie hunger swept over them, sending chills down the spines of the witch cult members, their spiritual intuitions issuing a frantic warning.

At this moment, Yuri had no doubt that if she said another wrong word, the Aurora Society madman opposite her would pounce on her and devour her completely, leaving not a trace.

What a madman!

They eat people at the drop of a hat, and you still say you're not cultists?!

Faced with Mr. A, who was glaring at her menacingly, she could only keep these thoughts to herself.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue! I absolutely did not mean to offend!"

Frankly speaking, as a "Witch of Pain" of Sequence Five, and a mid-to-high-level member of the "Witch Cult" sent to cooperate with the Royal Family of Rune, Yulis didn't actually need to be so humble.

However, they had no choice but to back down, because in just a few months, their "witch cult" had lost many of its members.

Some of them were inexplicably reported to by unknown sources while on missions, while others were killed by the chivalrous thief "Black Emperor". However, these were not the most important things. The most important thing was that their sect had lost two saints in Backlund!

Those are two demigods!

One "defected," and the other died silently, his heart ripped out, and to this day, no one knows who did it.

Recalling the scene of "Desperate Nightingale's" death without any resistance, even this lowly Sequence 5 felt a chill run down her spine, and was filled with psychological trauma for the "mysterious man" who could easily kill a demigod.

Backlund is truly an ominous place!

Ha, it must have been that "Black Emperor" who did it. The higher-ups have given orders to capture this guy, rape him, kill him, rape him again, kill him again, and finally sacrifice his soul and flesh to the primordial world!

At this moment, Mr. A slowly withdrew the dangerous aura he was exuding and waved his hand with a hint of disgust.

"We, the Aurora Club, will never associate with you shady rats!"

"Cultists are cultists, they really don't have any brains. What were you thinking, daring to come and cooperate with us?"

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How dare you say that!?

Mr. A's words left the "witch" completely dumbfounded, frozen in shock, rubbing her ears in disbelief.

What's with this damn sense of superiority and the discrimination against everyone's equality?!

Are all the people in the Aurora Club either crazy or mentally ill?!

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the room for a moment…

"Mr. A, this isn't just cooperation; it's a win-win situation!"

"We need to hide something, and do you know what's most important for hiding this?"

However, before Euryth could finish speaking, she saw the Aurora Order messenger suddenly raise his right palm.

"Why hide it? Letting everyone witness this behavior aligns with the Lord's teachings!"

"..."

These arrogant words made the witch stomp her feet in anger. She took a small breath to calm her mind and continued speaking to herself:

"A great catastrophe would be enough to wipe all this away, and in the process, the gloom and resentment that arise in the East District, the Dock District, and the Factory District will surely bring your Lord down..."

However, before she could finish speaking, the feeling of being stared at by a hungry beast surged back into her heart.

"You want to frame us for this, to make us the unjust ones?!"

"The Lord said to watch over His lambs, and you still want to create disaster in Backlund?!"

"You want to kill all the believers we've worked so hard to spread our faith?!"

"We spent so much money, you're going to reimburse us?!"

Do you know how hard it is to make money?!

"Let me send you to meet your Lord!!!"

No way! What kind of logic is that?! Are you even being reasonable?! Are you crazy?!

"I don't……"

These insane words left the witch momentarily paralyzed, unsure of what she had said wrong. Just as she was about to defend herself, she saw a blood-red blur before her eyes.

That's how crazy people are; they usually can't be bothered to reason with you.

In an instant, the sounds of fierce fighting came from inside the room, accompanied by an ethereal chant of "I came, I saw, I recorded," and darkness transformed into a heavy sword that slashed down, before gradually quieting down.

"My lord, what should we do now? Should we gather some men and wipe out the entire Witch Cult?"

"We cannot allow the Lamb of God to suffer any loss; this is an oracle from Ouroboros!"

At this moment, a waiter pushed open the door and entered. Without even glancing at the witch who had been cut in two and was missing a large amount of flesh, he asked Mr. A in an urgent tone what his next orders were.

"Don't rush, I'm thinking..."

Mr. A tugged at his collar and answered in a very cold manner.

After a long pause, His face twitched, as if he had remembered something, and he immediately gave a deep command:

"Go, hold the ceremony, and ask Lord Urolius to bestow his power upon this witch's spirit. Then, in our name, report this matter to the church of those three false gods."

Reporting is always a valid strategy!

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"Hey Talim, how have you been lately?"

"You look great, did something wonderful happen?"

Coming to the Cragg Club every day to freeload is Sherlock Moriarty's favorite thing to do.

Delicious food can always relieve fatigue and make people feel relaxed, especially since the food here is all free.

"Sherlock?"

Why do I always run into you every time I come here?

Riding instructor Talim Dumont looked at the great detective, made a joke at first, and then revealed a blissful smile that would be incredibly glaring to any single person.

Hey, what's with that expression? You haven't become a class enemy I need to defeat, have you?

Klein thought to himself, but before he could ask a question, he heard the riding instructor say rather awkwardly:

"Sherlock, do you believe in love? You mean, love at first sight?"

"..."

No, I believe in the alluring power of the "Primordial Witch" descending into her vessel. Before, her... well, you two hadn't already slept together, had you...?

Based on Klein's extensive experience, he didn't believe this riding instructor could resist the witch's temptations, especially since she was the vessel for the "Primordial Witch"—even the "Fool" couldn't resist that!

For some inexplicable reason, Klein suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Talim. He gave a helpless twitch of his lips and decided never to tell Talim about this, lest he suffer unspeakable mental trauma.

"Sorry, I'm just single, and I neither can nor have the opportunity to experience love at first sight!"

Hmm. It seems that the vessel for the "Primordial Witch's" descent is likely someone close to Talim, or someone he frequently interacts with, rather than someone he encountered by chance.

The great detective answered with a straight face, while inwardly grumbling and making corresponding plans.

It's time to report it!

Talim, don't blame me, I'm doing this for your personal safety!

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"Your Excellency, my informant has delivered crucial information: the Witch Cult possesses a vessel for divine intervention hidden in Backlund, and we've already found a lead!"

Leonard Mitchell handed the report and expense reimbursement form written by Klein to Anthony Stevenson.

At this moment, the poet looked quite helpless, never expecting that he would one day become a ruthless expense reimbursement machine.

That guy hasn't changed at all...

Since meeting Klein, the two of them have maintained this improper and illegal relationship.

"A witch cult? A vessel for divine intervention? A primordial witch?"

Anthony Stevenson, who was wondering what Leonard was doing here, suddenly felt a surge of anger and wanted to lose his temper, slam his fist on the table, and put on a show of what impotent rage looks like.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and yet the reports I'm submitting are getting more and more abstract.

The Aurora Festival had barely begun when another heavyweight event arrived.

"Yes, Archbishop, this was discovered by an informant by chance, and, and it cost a considerable amount of money to escape danger, so it needs to be reimbursed..."

Leonard, with a complicated expression, spoke well of the great detective, trying to negotiate a higher reward for him.

The news of the divine descent into the vessel is extremely important and difficult to investigate anywhere, thus deserving a higher reward!

"Great, reimbursement is not a problem!"

What exactly is the Witch Cult plotting? First there was the "Black Emperor," now the Aurora Society has reported them, and an informant has discovered the divine descent vessel. There must be something influencing things behind the scenes.

Besides, isn't this what those crazy guys from the Aurora Club love to do? Why is it the witch's turn now?

After pondering for a long while with his head bowed, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night rubbed his head, feeling a slight headache, and gave the order:

"Based on the current information, the number of people affected is very large, and a major disaster could easily occur if we are not careful."

"Go and send a telegram to 'The Punisher' and 'The Mechanical Heart' and ask their archbishops to come over so we can discuss this matter together."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

(End of this chapter)