Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 178 The three gods give in (3k)

The gaze of the great being sweeps across every "smart person". Because of their ignorance and "wisdom", they have personally ordained their own future.

The majestic gaze swept over every lucky person. They restrained themselves because of their devout faith and became the ones to witness all this.

She looked at the person with firm faith with kind eyes, and she won the approval of the gods because of her belief.

Ron Sotos had come here a long time ago and found the only believer who believed in himself, but the other party's choice was beyond his expectation, and he was simply too smart to be stupid.

Pushing up his monocle, the "Time and Space Dominator" once again cast his gaze on the guy who blasphemed himself.

"Your Highness, this is Backlund, under the gaze of the gods!"

Duke Mahat had already adjusted his condition at this time. He closed his eyes, turned around cautiously, and spoke words that he had considered for more than ten seconds in a warning or threatening manner.

"You guys... still have 2 minutes and 30 seconds!"

The sound that makes the world tremble comes from all directions, oppressing the heart of every smart person.

Mahat Augustus' roaring words came to an abrupt end because at this time, he realized a problem.

With his bloodshot eyes wide open, Mahat Augustus stared at his toes and asked tentatively, trembling all over.

Seeing that the unknown being here had no intention of relenting, the demigod in the Arbiter's path tried to exchange his identity for a chance to survive.

"Your Highness, I am a demigod from the royal family of Augustus. We can discuss any matters. There is no need for you to go to such great lengths for a slave!"

As for why "Lord of the Storm" is not recited, it is because the Augustus are not the favored ones of the true god. How could the other party respond without holding a ceremony.

At this extremely critical moment, the Arbiter Demigod actually calmed down, and in a flash of his mind, he came up with a wonderful solution!

At this moment, the bearded man who was caught by Ron's gaze seemed to notice something and patted William Augustus I on the shoulder, causing his majestic expression to become stunned and he withdrew his gaze numbly. Successfully saved a small life.

The ruler of time and space pushed up the monocle again, as if the "judgment" was very close at hand. The oppressed Mahat Augustus bent his back, his lungs were on fire, and he gasped like a broken bellows.

Ron looked up and saw the "Founding Father" whose portrait was printed on the ten-pound note, and saw the bearded man beside him.

If you kill him, what can the other party do? His ancestor's retreat just now explained everything, otherwise he would not be so rude.

damn it! Where did He come from? I have to find a way to save myself. I don't believe that in Backlund, in the sight of God, He really dares to kill me so brazenly! ?
"The founder of the Loen Order, the protector of the Loen Order, you are the strong hand of judgment, you are Backlund's sharpest spear, the just William Augustus I."

go to church! Going to the Holy Wind Cathedral, he would definitely not dare to enter there, because it would mean provoking the Lord of Storms, and divine punishment would definitely come!
"Your Highness, since you asked me to seek help from the gods, there must be no restrictions on the method!"

The extremely indifferent words were like the ice spear made by the witch, which was stabbed into the heart of the arbiter demigod, making his whole body cold, his expression twisted, his fists clenched, and he roared with extreme horror and anger:

"You guys... still have 2 minutes and 20 seconds!"

Mahat Augustus's mind was spinning, and he recited the honorable name of his ancestor in order to obtain the other party's protection.

"You guys... still have 1 minutes and 30 seconds!"

"No! Who the hell are you! How dare you!!!"

"You guys... still have 1 minutes and 50 seconds!"

"I am the Duke of Loen Kingdom, I am a supporter of the Church of Storms, I am the descendant of the powerful, kill me, kill me"

Help yourself! Must save ourselves! ! ! Yes, only by asking the gods for help can we fight against this weird guy.

The moment he finished chanting the name, a sharp gaze came from an invisible place.

This cold and ruthless voice revealed everything, and the army general did not dare to waste any time and suddenly twisted a crystal ring on the index finger of his right hand.

His figure quickly faded and entered the spiritual world. He wanted to go to the Holy Wind Cathedral to seek protection from the Lord of Storms! Better let this god get rid of this weird guy!

Joe Wood District.

Holy Wind Cathedral.

A gust of wind swept over the flag with lightning patterns and waves on the steeple church.

This strong wind seemed to be angry, blowing the flags and making pedestrians stagger on the road. In just a few seconds, it swept through this world-class metropolis.

Darkness enveloped everything, with continuous rumbling thunder, thunder and lightning surrounding it. This scene, like a natural disaster, reflected in the eyes of every Backlund resident, making them lower their heads unconsciously and surrender to the tyrant. authority and majesty.

Tick, tick, tick, drops of rain fell from the sky, like a toppling waterfall, without any warning, flooding the entire metropolis very quickly.

The figure of Mahat Augustus suddenly appeared a hundred meters away from the Holy Wind Cathedral. As soon as he appeared, he moved his legs and ran quickly, as if there was some terrifying monster chasing behind him. Same as him.

Amidst the strong wind and thunder, the Arbiter Demigod pushed open the door of the Holy Wind Cathedral and rushed in.

"Where is your Archbishop!?"

He casually grabbed a church servant, stared at him with bloodshot eyes and roared loudly. "S-Snake, the Archbishop went for a walk by the Tasok River."

The church servant stammered, and just as he finished speaking, he was pushed to the ground by Mahat, who was nervous and disappointed.

"Damn it, Snake, that curly-haired baboon, why do you have to go out at this time!!!"

Mahat roared with a changed voice, loudly cursing the Archbishop of the Church of Storms who was always late.

"You still have 60 seconds."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from inside the silent cathedral that made Mahat's back shiver.

He turned his head instantly and looked at the strange being sitting on the chair inside the church with a horrified look on his face.

The rain outside the window suddenly stopped, the loudest thunder and lightning had long been quieted, and the angry wind turned into a gentle breeze, bringing fresh air to the residents of Backlund after a long absence.

Those natural disasters just now seemed to be passing by, or they were specifically designed to improve Backlund's bad pollution. They only lasted for a while, then they waved their sleeves and left here without taking away a single cloud.

"No!, no!!, no!!!"

Seeing this scene, the arbiter was half-conscious. His mind was extremely confused at the moment, and his body began to fester, and streams of disgusting pus flowed out.

The Storm Lord's behavior and the appearance of being unafraid of the strange existence in front of him frightened the demigod so much that he went crazy, so much so that he suffered from schizophrenia and showed signs of losing control.

He twisted the crystal ring again, regardless of the fact that this was the church of the Storm Lord, and disappeared in an instant, entering the spiritual world again.

North District.

St. Samuel's Church.

The silent night shrouded the metropolis, as if trying to hide some secret, causing the residents of Backlund to look at all this in astonishment.

Those residents couldn't understand why it was so early in the morning after experiencing strong winds and heavy rains, but it turned into a peaceful night in just a few minutes.

A vaguely twisted figure appeared instantly, and the Arbiter Demigod suddenly pushed the door open and entered, feeling the tranquility from the night.

"Yours"

He was about to ask a question in a distorted voice, but when he looked up, he found that no one was inside the church, as if they had all become secrets and could not be noticed by others.

"You still have 30 seconds."

At this moment, the indifferent voice like a curse penetrated into his ears again, making him tremble all over and his body shook rapidly, like some kind of epileptic patient.

Outside the window, the early morning sunlight once again shone into St. Samuel's Church. The moonlit night sky was instantly torn apart by the day. The darkness that represented secrets, sleep and misfortune disappeared, bringing relief to the bedridden ghosts who had not yet gotten up in the early morning. Comes the peace of sleep.

The night sky just now seemed to be passing by, or maybe it was specifically for the sleep of his followers. It only lasted for a while, then he waved his sleeves and left here without taking away a single cloud.

St. George District.

St. Cyril's Cathedral.

The "bang" sound of pushing the door sounded again. Mahat looked dull and came to the church of the God of Steam and Machinery without any hope.

As expected, there was no one here, as if they had received some news, the building had already been deserted.

The "glory of civilization" that shrouded over Backlund flickered twice, and finally faded away with some hesitation. The brilliance with the knowledge carried by civilization successfully made the test papers of the Steam and Mechanical Department in Backlund's major colleges more difficult. A lot higher.

The "brilliance" just now seemed to be passing by, or maybe it was just for the academic performance of his followers, he just silently made the test papers more difficult, waved his sleeves, and left here without taking away a single cloud.

After all, you have to do something when you are here, otherwise you will look stupid.

Mahat knelt on the ground, desperately waiting for the final judgment.

At this moment, endless panic arose in his heart, and he always felt that no matter where he hid, he could not avoid the final outcome.

What he couldn't understand was that he just whipped a slave, why did he encounter such an ending.

Just because of the God she believes in! ?
What a ridiculous reason!
"Heh, it seems your god is nothing more than that."

Ron pushed up his monocle, glanced at the sky above Backlund, and let out a light chuckle.

"3"

"2"

"1"

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(End of this chapter)