Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 579 Betrayal by All

Although Backlund gets increasingly hot in April and May, there is still a slight chill in the air during these special days.

"Achoo..."

It's getting cold; perhaps I should put on a thicker layer of clothing...

The angry crowd was filled with rage; they either chanted slogans in unison or held up banners that appeared out of nowhere.

As the march expanded, the hundreds of thousands of people became increasingly chaotic.

However, Audrey wasn't too worried about this, because as the crowd grew, security personnel in black uniforms and armed with guns quickly restored order.

"It's the security department of World Peace Corporation. It seems Mr. Ron's men have started moving as well..."

Seeing this, Audrey Hall was completely relieved.

In this world, it's not easy to hold a protest, because the extraordinary are the biggest obstacle.

They are mysterious and peculiar, and their extraordinary abilities in certain areas make them impossible to guard against.

The noblewoman was initially worried about how to maintain the procession, deal with the unexpected arrival of extraordinary individuals, and continue this grand parade.

But now, with the arrival of security personnel, her anxiety has subsided.

"Now that the riot involving hundreds of thousands of people has been successfully quelled, it's highly likely that the extraordinary individuals hiding in the shadows, loyal to the king, have also been dealt with..."

The midday sun shone on Countess Hall's shoulders as she strode forward, like a victorious queen.

The wide, orderly streets of Queens were deserted of pedestrians and carriages, and even the royal guards were nowhere to be seen, clearly having been informed and withdrawn from the area long ago.

After passing through clean and tidy streets, the procession arrived at Soderlake Palace in Queens in just one morning.

Hundreds of thousands of people formed a dense, dark mass, completely blocking the palace. The angry crowd held up protest signs and loudly expressed their dissatisfaction with the king.

"George III, resign! George III, resign!"

"The kingdom doesn't need curly-haired baboons to lead it!"

"Augustus abdicates! Queen Hall reigns!"

"Abdicate...abdicate!"

"Step down...step down!"

The roar of hundreds of thousands of people was like an unstoppable storm, and the guards stationed at Sodrak Palace wanted to step forward to stop them.

However, when they saw the angry residents of Backlund, they retreated to higher ground and closed the gates as if facing a formidable enemy, not daring to have any direct contact with the crowd.

With that little money a month, why risk your life?

Inside Sodrak Palace.

"Useless trash, good-for-nothings! You can't even handle this little thing, what use are you?!"

Hearing the growing commotion outside the palace, George III, still dreaming of a bright future, was filled with shock and anger and immediately stood up from his throne.

According to His judgment, if everything had been done according to His instructions, those peasants, though they might have been dissatisfied, would not have reached such a large scale, much less have formed a procession so quickly.

"They might complain at most, but they wouldn't dare to oppose the military. Once all this is suppressed and order is gradually restored, everyone will forget about it."

George Augustus III paced back and forth, his stern and serious face showing both astonishment and bewilderment.

There are bad people among the masses, and His decrees may not be perfectly implemented; that is certain.

However, He had already prepared countermeasures for these expected events.

A sudden silence fell over the palace, then George Augustus III roared:

"Where is Emilius Levitt? Why hasn't the army been deployed to quell the riots!?"

"Damn it, you piece of trash, he betrayed me long ago!!!"

Now that things had come to this, how could George Augustus III, being an angel, not understand that He had been tricked?

His decrees are only effective when they are suppressed by the military; without the military, they will inevitably suffer a very serious backlash.

Recalling everything the Minister of Defense had done, and the fact that the other party's behavior and actions were entirely within his expectations, George III felt a chill run down his spine.

All of this made perfect sense, and Emilius Levitt's performance was exactly as He had expected.

This former admiral was eventually suspended from duty and investigated in connection with the Bayam emancipation movement.

And during this time, he remained in Backlund, always under my watchful eye...

At the banquet, he also cultivated relationships with many nobles, ministers, and members of parliament, especially with royal advisors...

"audience!"

George III growled, seemingly only then realizing that some things were too perfect by coincidence.

Thinking of this, he couldn't care less about finding this demigod to settle accounts with, nor about questioning what the Psychological Alchemy Society was trying to do, nor even about whether Hermes was involved in this.

Then, George III solemnly removed a silver cross necklace from his neck, attempting to contact the helper with whom he had already made an agreement and received partial payment.

However, this message disappeared without a trace, failing to cause the slightest ripple.

The members, who were usually quite unruly, were now completely silent, and no one responded to His plea for help.

"..."

George Augustus III was stunned, not expecting that his last resort had been so easily dealt with.

bang bang bang! ! !

Gritting his teeth and suppressing his anger, George III slammed his hand on the brass throne and coldly commanded:

"Go, gather the palace guards, set up all the cannons in the palace, and drive away all those troublemakers outside the palace!!!"

"Your Majesty..." The head of the palace guards turned pale.

"Hurry up and go!!!"

"But, but..."

Seeing the fear and unease on the face of Viscount Stratford, who had always been loyal to him, King Loen, who had been obsessed with becoming a god, finally lost all patience.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the physical rules within the palace seemed to be distorted and magnified.

Suddenly, the palace guard captain, who was still standing there trembling, was crushed into a lump of flesh by his own weight.

George III waved his hand dismissively and strode out of the palace.

Outside Sodrak Palace.

The tightly closed door was opened from the inside, and Audrey walked at the front with mixed feelings.

Just two weeks ago, she was attending Parliament as Earl of Hall.

Two weeks later, she was about to overthrow the king who had committed countless evil deeds.

"This is like a dream..."

Of course, the blonde girl understood perfectly well that the power and wisdom of the gods played the vast majority of the role in this matter.

Although Ron was slacking off every day, every move he made hit George III right where it hurts.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come. I'm very curious about what price you paid to get that person to help you so wholeheartedly?"

At that moment, a venomous, cold, and chilling muttering entered Audrey's mind.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she immediately looked up at the top of the steps, where George III stood directly in front of the palace.

Suddenly, a deep and majestic aura spread out, silencing the chaotic crowd and causing those who wanted to seek justice to bow their backs.

In an instant, the once noisy palace fell silent. Everyone was intimidated by the king's majestic aura and dared not confront him.

Audrey Hall, standing at the very front, was even paler. The oppressive aura emanating from the high-ranking figure and the Black Emperor's unique majesty made her want to kneel down and submit to the person before her from the bottom of her heart.

This is an angel, this is from God!

Even though He was betrayed by everyone, He still had his own source of confidence.

George Augustus III's eyes revealed an undisguised cruelty, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He knew perfectly well that things had come to this point, and that he had lost decisively and without any hesitation.

"Since I'm having a hard time, then none of you should expect to have one either!"

Reason gradually faded, and madness and anger took over. George III raised his hand, trying to crush Audrey in front of him and kill all the people who came to the parade.

But in the next instant, that familiar gaze, which even angels trembled with fear, once again descended from the infinite heights. George Augustus III's cruel and tyrannical eyes suddenly became crystal clear.

His face twitched, and without hesitation, he immediately twisted his position and quickly escaped from the extremely dangerous palace.

For Him, the throne is gone, but as long as His identity as an angel remains, and as long as He survives the first wave of cleansing by the God of Time and Space, He will still be a great figure and will still be able to thrive in the mysterious world.

But the question now is, having failed and lost all value, can He escape the final reckoning of the God of Time and Space?

"If my decryption is correct, George III will eventually appear at the border of East Turkshire, stay for a while, and then eventually escape by sea."

The angel adjusted his monocle, which was carved from crystal, and gave a rather important piece of information.

"Ha, you seem more like a charlatan than my fortune-telling."

Klein silently complained to himself, then nodded slightly and said seriously, "Very good, I understand."

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; that's often all the despicable fortune teller can achieve.

As a puppet master who manipulates "drama," Klein dared not slack off even though everything that happened in Backlund had little to do with him.

After all, whether his play can even begin depends entirely on how perfect Backlund's play is.

The escape of George III was not unexpected by Klein.

At this moment, Amon, who was leaning against the corner of the wall and holding his pointed soft hat, suddenly asked curiously:

"Klein, how did you come to that conclusion? I never knew you could be so meticulous."

"Ha, I'm using divination, not reasoning or deciphering. It would be a miracle if you could figure that out..."

Klein's lips twitched, and he tightened his skin, saying:

"Don't doubt my wisdom!"

Hearing such shameless words, Shi Tianshi's eyelids twitched, and he said in a leisurely tone as if it were none of his business:

"Although that witch has advanced to the level of a demigod, she is not capable of defeating an angel."

"And you, my friend, are better left unmentioned as a Sequence Five."

Do you need my help?

What are you saying? What do you mean by "it's better not to mention it"?

What happened to Sequence Five? Did I eat your rice?!

Amon's words were harsh, but Klein, suppressing his urge to retort, firmly shook his head.

Amon's overtures are either malicious or treacherous. Although this fellow has been much more obedient lately, who knows what kind of conspiracy he's brewing up?

"Both are descendants of 'time travelers,' but look at Russell's family—that's the importance of family education!"

"No need, I have help. Come on, come with me to Ron's house. I need to have Him keep an eye on you so you don't cause me any trouble."

Klein sneered and started pulling and tugging at the Angel of Time's sleeve.

The next moment, Amon's hand trembled, and Klein suddenly let go, walking out of the room as if nothing had happened.

The plan against George III is still ongoing, and Klein has already finalized the plan in his mind.

Thanks to Ron's generosity, there are quite a few sealed artifacts on the Source Castle.

Excluding the most convenient Poseidon's Scepter, and also excluding the indiscriminate 0-21 who descended from the heavens and showed no regard for friend or foe, the dignified Mr. Fool was left with only one sealed artifact at the level of a true god through the demonic path, and...

The uniqueness and characteristics of the bound god, and

The uniqueness and characteristics of the Black Emperor.

Even excluding these sealed artifacts, Klein could still find many helpers, such as the four-headed messenger, and his good friend Russell Gustav and his entire family.

And Medici, the Red Angel I used to drink and brag with back then.

With such a rich battle, Klein really couldn't imagine how he could lose.

"Perhaps the only weakness of this plan is me, the one who orchestrated it, but I have the Source Castle; hiding up there, no one can hit me."

With that thought in mind, Klein quickened his pace.

The problem now is not whether or not they can defeat the weak and helpless George Augustus III, but how to complete the sorcerer's ritual.

"It's truly difficult to orchestrate a grand drama, primarily through one's own efforts and planning, in front of a large audience, to murder a demigod or an equivalent supernatural being."

If there are too many people, the ritual will definitely fail. Although I relied entirely on my connections, my spiritual intuition told me that this would not work, and I would have to be the main culprit in the murder.”

He walked four steps backward, arriving above the gray fog. Through the prayer lights, he looked at the Sodrak Palace, which was surrounded by layers of people in the distance. Klein rubbed his head.

He didn't wait long and immediately sent Russell a team invitation.

"Roseel's inaction, merely preventing George III from escaping, shouldn't affect the ritual's effectiveness. Besides, I possess the Black Emperor's blasphemous card, along with three sets of the Black Emperor's Sequence One attributes and uniqueness. Although Ron sealed them, they are sufficient for complete suppression."

Once the plan was finalized, Klein immediately conjured an endless gray mist behind him, said a few words in a playful and teasing tone, and then blurred the image, throwing it into the crimson star that belonged only to Triss Chick.

"We're ready. You can take your revenge now."

(End of this chapter)