Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 146: Once you are a defector, you will always be a defector!
"Sothos, you actually let him go like that!?"

"Fat ball, you are despicable and shameless. What kind of infinite wisdom can you think of playing dirty tricks!?"

"That's enough, shut your mouth, you don't have to worry about what I do!"

At this time, in the spirit world, three different voices cluttered together, causing rapid changes in the surrounding spirit space.

They may turn into crazy shouts, or they may turn into a cage that no creature can escape from, filling the surroundings with an extremely evil and powerful curse, and nothing can remain here.

Letting go of the Original Will and Heavenly Will that were suppressing him, the blond boy let out a slight breath.

Just now, he was not as relaxed as he showed.

The will of Tianzun that has been trying to struggle out has caused him a lot of trouble, which fully reflects what is called "the feeling of licking a calf".

For the eldest son Amon, whom he was very optimistic about, the old Tianzun was really worried about it. He wished he could immediately ascend to the throne of God and control the essence, so as to fulfill his filial piety to his "old father".

As for Klein Moretti, who controls Origin Castle, he is just an unfilial son. How can he be as filial as my great eldest son Amon!
As for the original will that just made a fuss, its purpose has not changed at all for thousands of years, which is to use all its strength to suppress the coffin board of its enemy, which perfectly embodies what it means to take advantage of others' danger and add insult to injury.

This increasingly crooked guy had reservations about Ron's plan. On the one hand, he wanted to get more, but on the other hand, he felt that the "guaranteed" was pretty good.

Therefore, his malice towards Palestine Zoroastrian is not that great. Just like Klein Moretti who controls Sefirah Castle, he wants to get rid of him as soon as possible!
However, the blond boy disagreed with his idea, because if he wanted to completely press the coffin board, simply taking away the characteristics would only provide temporary stability. If he wanted to get rid of it once and for all, "differentiation" and "dissolution" would be inevitable.

The Seven Gods of this world have already proven to him what the most effective method is. The two sworn enemies have been sinking their wills in the circulation space.

And the Pales Zoroastrian I just saw is a perfect proof.

However, things are not as simple as imagined. To achieve his ultimate goal, Ron still needs a lot of attempts, a lot of observations, and more thinking.

The surrounding spiritual space is pitch black, and no information remains here. Everything dark is like the deepest and deepest fear in human hearts, spreading out silently, trying to wrap up everyone's heart.

At this moment, a bloody tear opened on the fair left side of the blond boy's face, letting out the unwilling mockery of the original will.

"Oh, Sotos, you seem to be too laissez-faire with Mystery's authority. Do you still want to please Mystery and let Him use his own authority to open the door for you!?"

The great original creator learned and used it flexibly, and returned the strange knowledge that Ron had researched in a strange way, successfully turning the blond boy's face into a pot.

"Fat Ball, I didn't expect you to have this hobby. If you beg me, I won't refuse!"

Tianzun Will is obviously a shameless thing. He immediately accepted the new use of his authority, and followed the original will to disgust Ron, obviously wanting to treat others with the same treatment.

"That's enough, you two are really disgusting. When I find the authority to kill you, I will open the door for you two!"

"To each other, Sotos, don't forget that we share the same body!"

"That's right Fat Ball, actually I don't care about this aspect very much. If you two let go of your restrictions, I can fulfill your wishes now!"

The will of the Heavenly Lord spoke freely at this moment. He grinned and made an extremely perverted declaration, causing the enthusiasm of the place to stagnate, as if some strange atmosphere was gradually filling the air.

"Shut your stupid mouth!"

"You pervert, shut up!"

Obviously, compared to Ron and Yuan Chu, who were just mocking each other, the words of Tianzun Will, who had the authority to "open the door" and had the courage to innovate, were still very intimidating.

After all, the first two are just talk, while the latter can really do such things. After arguing for nearly a long time, Ron really couldn't stand it anymore. He shook his little golden head to expel the perverted images from his mind, and sighed deeply.

Then the blond boy rubbed the bloody cracks on both cheeks, causing the world in front of him to change rapidly, gradually overlapping with the real world.

Within a few breaths, he returned to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Backlund.

Eastside.

163 Finnell Street.

The crimson moonlight was obscured by thick smog, making the townhouse rental even darker.

"What are the Rose School of Thought doing recently!?"

"Bang", there was a sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. This heavy sound was mixed with the strange male's questioning, causing the Rose School's informant in Backlund to hit the ground hard and cough up large mouthfuls of blood.

"Defector! Don't even think about getting any information about 'God' from me!"

"God will not let you go. If you are a defector for a moment, you will be a defector for the rest of your life!"

The informant of the Rose School of Thought was very tough. He didn't show any fear in the face of the astonishingly powerful guy in front of him. Instead, he laughed and frantically tested on the verge of committing suicide.

"what!!!"

"Crack", the crisp sound of broken bones sounded, causing bursts of miserable wails to come out of the informant's mouth.

This miserable howl got louder and louder, like the high pitch of a singer in a theater, echoing throughout the old room without leaking out at all.

Large streams of blood-red blood emerged and splashed out, staining large areas of the floor and walls. They continued to gush out from the informant's broken thighs, like an endless fountain of blood.

The crimson moonlight penetrated little by little, making the dark and closed row room a little brighter. The crimson color gave the bloody place a strange atmosphere.

"Next time, it's your eyes that I'll dig out!"

Maric's throat squirmed, and he resisted the desire for living blood, and gave a warning with a twisted face.

"Maric, you are not in the right state."

At this moment, an ethereal female voice came out. The words were very concise and pointed to the core. Maric, who kept swallowing his saliva, was stunned for a moment and regained some of his rationality.

There is indeed something wrong with him. According to his control over his own strength, how could breaking a bone cause the other party to bleed out so much blood?

Holding his breath, he restrained his desire to enjoy the smell of blood more and turned to look at a figure that had emerged from the reflection of the window.

This figure is a young woman. She has long, light gold hair tied into a bun, with blue eyes. She has a very delicate appearance, but her face is extremely pale. She is wearing a complicated and exquisite black Gothic palace dress and a headband. Small black bonnet.

She was floating in mid-air, her whole figure slightly illusory, like a female ghost in folklore.

(End of this chapter)