Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 580 Impotent Rage

The scenery flashed by, and George Augustus III's face remained expressionless, like a hard, classical plaster sculpture.

The divine gaze made Him feel threatened by death.

George III had no doubt that if he hadn't fled so decisively in order to retaliate against his enemies, he would probably have remained in Sodrak Palace forever, never to escape again.

"So close, so very close! If I had chosen to act then, I would definitely be dead!"

"He's definitely going to die!"

"But hahaha, I'm still alive, I'm still alive!"

Everything will be mine sooner or later!

The piercing gaze disappeared from above, and George III's expression turned slightly ferocious.

The dramatic shift in his status from king to fugitive made him extremely uncomfortable.

Turning his gaze from Backlund to his surroundings, George III's facial muscles suddenly twitched uncontrollably, and he finally burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... Even the gods are nothing special. They schemed everything, seized the throne of Rune, but in the end, I still managed to escape."

"Hahahahaha..."

A hoarse, unpleasant laugh echoed across the wilderness, and with each bitter laugh, George Augustus III's gradually declining mental state improved slightly.

To be honest, He had anticipated His failure, but He did not expect to fail so completely.

In the vast land of Rune, with its countless nobles and loyal subordinates, not a single person was willing to lend a helping hand.

This is undoubtedly a breakdown of order, a questioning of His royal status, and a shake-up of the anchor.

When all the people of the Kingdom of Rune no longer recognize His status as king, then He is probably not far from losing control and turning into a monster.

"I will kill all those who betrayed me sooner or later!"

"No, now is not the time to think about these things. Hehehe, I need to stabilize my state as soon as possible, find my anchor again, and build my own secret organization..."

A hoarse, unpleasant laugh and heavy breathing filled the entire forest, but the voice's owner still maintained a largely rational gaze.

He stood there, muttering to himself as if in a madman:

"Yes, things aren't too bad yet. At least I can survive. There's no angel here..."

"who!?"

"come out!!!"

Suddenly, George III’s neurotic mutterings abruptly stopped, and a roar filled with extreme anger resounded throughout the surroundings.

"distortion!"

With a round face, a resolute expression, and slightly twitching facial muscles, the angel, whose gaze was sometimes gloomy and sometimes tyrannical, suddenly raised his right palm.

At this moment, the rules seemed to be bizarrely distorted.

Without anyone noticing, the germs that were strangely floating in the air suddenly began to die off in large numbers, as if the chaotic and distorted rules of this place simply did not allow such tiny creatures to survive for long.

"It's you!?"

George III’s gaze pierced through the trees and instantly locked onto Triss Chick, who was hiding behind a tree trunk. She had a round face and was exceptionally beautiful.

"Yes, it's me. You probably didn't expect me to find you, did you?"

"Heh, too bad there wasn't enough time. I can't become an angel, otherwise that attack would have taken half your life!"

An exceptionally sweet voice came from the depths of the forest. Triss was neither surprised that the angel had discovered her nor afraid of the potential danger that George III might pose.

With a sweet smile on her face, she stepped out of the bunker, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the gloomy-faced George III.

At this moment, Triss Chick laughed maniacally:

"Hahaha, He doesn't want to let me go, nor does He want to let you go, so He arranged everything. You and I are both going to die!"

"We're all going to die! We're all going to die!"

"Hahaha……"

She clutched her stomach, as if she had thought of the funniest joke in the world, laughing so hard she could barely breathe, her face flushed red and she couldn't straighten her back.

The mental torment far outweighed the physical harm, and this Sequence Four Despair Witch had long since gone mad and become extremely insane.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, Triss roared, and an ice spear flew out of her hand.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and in the blink of an eye, the ice crystal spear in mid-air arrived in front of George III.

"Ha, a mere demigod..."

Raising his right palm, he lightly clenched his fingers, and with incredible speed, the ice crystal spear, like a lightning bolt piercing the air, instantly stopped in front of George III's palm.

However, George III didn't even glance at such an attack. Even though his current state wasn't perfect, Triss's futile struggles were nothing more than a pastime and a joke to him.

His gaze was fixed on Triss Chick, no, it was fixed on the very dangerous sapphire ring on the ring finger of her right hand.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, which was adorned with two small mustaches, and he said leisurely:

"Did the Primordial Witch tell you my location?"

"But did He tell you that only Sequence Four can bear the burden of a god's descent?"

Looking at the increasingly distorted and crazed witch before him, George III gently clenched his raised hand once more.

Silently, the rules within the forest were distorted and replaced, the air disappeared, and invisible pressure came from all directions.

At that moment, Triss Chick felt as if her internal organs were being twisted and deformed by gravity.

She spat out a large amount of blood, her limbs twisted grotesquely, and her entire body shrank and turned into a small mirror shattered into countless pieces.

"Wow……"

thump.

Triss Chick's body suddenly rolled into the forest grass, her body trembling uncontrollably as she spat out another mouthful of blood.

The Magic Mirror's substitute is not omnipotent. Even though she tried her best to avoid damage, an attack from an angel is not something a demigod can completely neutralize.

This is the fundamental difference.

Seeing this, George III chuckled and clasped his five fingers together again, attempting to use the rules to crush the witch in front of him into a lump of minced meat.

At that moment, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

The ice spear hovering above Him suddenly accelerated, as if it were being endlessly amplified, easily piercing through the distorted field created by George III and instantly piercing His right arm.

George III's azure eyes narrowed to pinpoints, his body turning into a shadow as he retreated rapidly, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Damn it!!!"

Forgive this former king of Rune; he obviously wouldn't swear.

Just now, He sensed an extremely familiar aura.

"The Black Emperor!?"

King George III looked around in astonishment, trying to find the hidden person behind the scenes.

As an angel who had the potential to become the "Black Emperor," He was not unfamiliar with this deity, nor even with his unique authority and aura.

In that instant, George III clearly sensed that some order had distorted the rules it had distorted, amplifying the power and sophistication of the ice crystal spear.

Moreover, the fact that he could forcibly harm this angel with his extraordinary abilities at the demigod level, and then suppress the rules he had distorted, already speaks volumes.

In the extraordinary world, those who restrain those in lower positions are always those in higher positions who follow the same path.

Above the gray fog, Klein, clad in black armor and wearing a twisted crown, looked through the prayer lights at George III, whose right arm had been severely injured.

He frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the loss of one of the angel's arms.

"Damn, this is only the first time the seal has been fully broken, and it's already consumed half of my spiritual energy. If the seal is completely broken, it will probably drain me dry in an instant."

The Fool, seated at the very head of the bronze table, rubbed his throbbing temples and swiftly retrieved the Black Emperor card from his body. At the same time, he tossed the Black Emperor's uniqueness, which Ron had sealed away, back into the pile of junk.

"If it weren't for the lack of spiritual power, preventing it from unleashing its full potential, it could have nearly killed George III with that single blow. What a pity."

The most painful thing in the world is when the blue bar is too short.

However, Klein was not discouraged. In his play, the main purpose was not to use the authority of the "Black Emperor," but to let George III know that there was a "Black Emperor" near him.

"Hmph, the Black Emperor might not scare you to death, but Rosell should, right?"

The filthy "Fool" raised his hand, and a pair of sunglasses, flowing with thick, black liquid, flew out from the pile of clutter and elegantly landed on Klein's head.

Bang bang bang.

In the silent forest, the rapid beating of a heart was like the rhythm of a drum. King George III, with his round face and resolute expression, looked around warily.

He kept waving his intact left arm, twisting large swaths of things in the forest, trying to find traces of the "Black Emperor" in this way.

"Hahaha, I told you long ago, guys like you and me will always have an ending that suits us."

"For you and me, whether a story is good or bad depends on whether you and I will receive our fate's retribution. I killed so many people, and you killed so many people. No one can escape it."

A series of incoherent whispers came from the bushes, accompanied by hoarse, dry, panting breaths, which sent a chill down George III's spine.

"Where is the Black Emperor? And who sent this witch to deal with me? Who is it? Is all of this the tacit approval and scheme of the God of Time and Space?!"

"Didn't He already let me go? Why, why!?"

At this thought, the muscles on George III's face began to tremble uncontrollably. Faced with such an existence, even an angel or a god would feel their own insignificance and helplessness.

Throughout the entire process, George Augustus III never dared to include Ron on his list of enemies, and could only try to circumvent this great figure in various ways.

"Enough! You and I are just insignificant people. Even the Seven Gods wouldn't personally intervene, so how could He possibly?!"

George III roared in anger, then suddenly raised his left arm, distorting his own position.

While still retaining his rationality, he was not as insane as he had imagined. Although he feared the schemes of the God of Time and Space, the "Black Emperor" lurking in the shadows, and the mad and eccentric Triss before him, who perfectly embodied the spirit of the original witch.

However, George III's reason told him that a planned and rational escape was the best thing to do now.

The former King of Loen vanished from his spot in an instant, and the scenery before him was completely transformed. A sea breeze caressed his face, waves surged, and ships came and went in the harbor. Such a peaceful scene stunned George III.

But in the next second, the world before His eyes suddenly changed. The invisible wind transformed into wisps of information drifting across the sky, and the waves and ships at the same time transformed into a series of abstract symbols and signs representing the essence of matter.

At that moment, a flamboyant man with long, slightly wavy chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a neatly groomed mustache descended from the sky.

He smoothed the distinctive, ornate feathers on the breast pocket of Intis's coat and said in a pretentious manner:

"If this road is blocked, you can try another one. But I still have to say, are all kings these days this incompetent? Letting someone be kicked out of their own palace is unacceptable!"

"That idiot Florent is way tougher than you."

Russell Gustave!

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree—George III felt a chill run down his spine, startled by Russell's sudden appearance. His heart pounded violently, and he once again distorted his position coordinates, attempting to break free from the blockade of the surrounding space in this way.

However, even after distorting coordinates, distances, and rules countless times, and even entering the spirit world, He could not escape the blockade of countless pieces of information.

He returned to the starting point.

At that moment, George III's stern face was so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it; astonishment, panic, confusion, and fear were brewing within him.

As an angel who was hastily created, His mindset was hardly one of unwavering resolve and courage. Instead, in such a terrible situation, He was filled with endless fear and despair.

Roselle personally intervened, the Black Emperor was eyeing the situation covetously, the gods were deliberately plotting, and the Primordial Witch was sent to her divine vessel.

Each of these four aspects, taken individually, could create wave after wave of waves in the mysterious world, yet now these schemes are being used against Him, this little angel.

Is this appropriate?

His gaze swept around, and George III stared at the deranged witch before him, roaring angrily:

"It's all because of you! If it weren't for you, I would have left this place long ago. It's all because of you!"

"Why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet!?"

"Execute him!"

He clenched his left fist and swung it down; this action was magnified and distorted in an instant, turning into a true execution.

With just one strike, Triss Chick's forehead suddenly split open, and grayish-white liquid splattered everywhere.

"ah!!!"

Triss Chick let out a scream, but the witch still had a faint smile on her lips, as if mocking the fear and panic hidden in George III's heart.

"So, you can be afraid too. You're afraid of death, and you're getting angry? What are you hiding with your anger? I smell despair, hahahahaha."

"It's great. I'd much rather see you in this panicked state than kill you."

"Shut up!"

George Augustus III's face twitched, his fingers clenching as he tried to magnify Triss Chick's injuries and eliminate this extremely dangerous threat first.

However, in the next instant, before George III could even unleash his extraordinary abilities, he saw the sapphire ring on Triss Chick's ring finger shatter silently.

Rumble.

The earth shook violently, poisonous gas filled the air, famine and plague struck, and blizzards and cold winds swept in, instantly turning the entire forest into a white wasteland.

Boom—

Another tremor shook the earth, and cracks hundreds of meters wide appeared in the ground, spewing out magma that emitted a strong sulfurous smell.

At that moment, the sky brightened, and countless burning meteorites pierced through the clouds and fell inward.

Apocalypse—The Primordial Witch!

"Die with me!"

(End of this chapter)