Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 424 Where is Ron? (3K)

"Do you accept this ending?"

The "Original Creator" ignored the gaze from afar and directly echoed his words into Ron Sothoth's mind, trying to shock him in this way to prove that His authority was far greater than that of the omniscient one.

This is what a narcissist is like. If he could be more low-key, the Lord of Mysteries would not have given him such a nickname.

But Ron didn't care much about it. Those billions of shining spheres that seemed as big as planets flashed twice, as if they were making silent mockery.

"How do you think that everything you arranged is correct? How do you know that I am not playing tricks on you?"

The sound of disdain and sneer echoed in the surrounding space, making the "Original Will" laugh in anger.

You're exaggerating so much, why don't you brag that you've been well prepared and turned defeat into victory?

The "Ruler of Time and Space" is like this, very stubborn. If you don't pry him open and discipline him severely, he will never admit his weakness even if you beat him.

Therefore, the “Original Will” does not believe a single word of His bullshit.

"You and I are one. I know best what you do every day. You indulge in pleasure, become corrupt and degenerate, sympathize with those weak creatures, and let them praise you in different ways every day..."

At this point, the voice of the "Lord of the Star Realm" suddenly turned cold.

"You are worthy of this!?"

Are you worthy of being compared with me! ?

Recalling the difficulties and obstacles he encountered in his resurrection, and the many obstacles he had to overcome in his plan, the "Original Will" was full of disdain for everything Ron had done.

He spends his days reading newspapers, flirting with maids and noble ladies, engaging in some completely useless businesses, and playing house with a group of weak guys.

Is this what an Outer God should do! ?
This is what a qualified planner should do! ?

Compared to his own layout, calculations, and perfect control over all parties involved, Ron Sotos was simply weak.

Even if the Lord of Mysteries was in person, he wouldn't have the nerve to brag about these trivial things!
"Oh, you are still stubborn even when you are about to die. You really deserve to die!"

“You didn’t kill the Fool, nor did you kill Amon. As long as you die here, everything you did will be nothing more than a joke.”

"Don't worry, I'll do it for you!"

"Sothoth, do you regret this ending?"

The figure made of pure light was still high above, and asked in Ron Sotus' heart with an indifferent voice without any emotion.

"Oh, there's nothing I won't regret. Everything I did was a sincere choice."

"I trust them, and I will never do anything I regret!"

As Ron said this, his eyes swept across the old days that had surrounded him layer by layer, as well as the "Fallen Mother Goddess" with the remaining source essence.

He smiled, as if he didn't care about the situation, which had already reached its worst point. He said with a hint of amusement and a bit of madness in his tone:
"It seems like you have all discussed it. This world is really full of malice towards me..."

"Come on, let me see how many of you gods I can kill before I die!?"

……

Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

Whispering could be heard from within the thick grey fog that enveloped everything and isolated the seal.

The layers of prayers, chanted in Chinese, sounded as ethereal as whispers and as ethereal as heavenly sounds.

Although the seal set by "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" with the help of his original status is not as effective as before, today when the doomsday is approaching, most of the source material is still firmly sealed in a specific location.

In the gray fog that stretched for nearly ten thousand meters and reached the sky like a huge wall, the sound of prayers became louder and louder, and the fog rolled like hot oil being poured with cold water.

puff--

A figure was spit out from the gray fog. As soon as the figure appeared, he looked up at the sky which was as dark as ink and flashed with lightning from time to time.

His gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, penetrating the endless darkness and reaching the starry sky.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Everyone has left. It seems that the time is just right. You fight for your things, and I take what belongs to me. We will not interfere with each other."

"How stupid! I admit that I had some gambling intentions at the beginning, but didn't I leave myself other hopes? A narcissist is indeed a narcissist. Is it worth showing off that I was tricked by you?"

He took four-way steps to smooth out the swirling gray fog behind him, and "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" walked out of the Western Continent completely.

This being was wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and his entire body was covered with amulets and pendants representing different gods.

His eyes were bright, with starlight flickering inside. His face could not be seen clearly, but his overall temperament gave people a feeling of being unfathomable and a little elusive.

If Ron were here, he would definitely recognize Him.

This is a follower of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". The original appearance of the northern continent race has changed into a new look.

However, at this time, He is not just a favored one, but also "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" himself!
Followers is a respectable name, while consumables and resurrection containers are the real thing!

After reaching a balance with Zaratul's spiritual will, the "Lord of Mysteries" decided to take a gamble. Although He was adventurous, He was not really stupid. He expelled the "planeswalker" characteristics obtained from the Abraham family and sealed them in the body of his own followers, hoping to survive in the face of death.

Of course, if He wanted, anyone could do it, but who could blame Him for having only this one follower by His side at the time?

And that follower has now become himself, building plans in the open while secretly marching through Chencang, deceiving heaven’s secrets, and changing fate against the will of heaven, a typical “Lord of Mysteries” style.

"Tsk~ You two idiots, you didn't expect me to be here. Well, just keep pulling each other's legs. I'm going to succeed!"

Sefirah Castle... Sefirah Castle...

The dark world occasionally illuminated by lightning blew up wisps of breeze, making the blue and white robe of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" rustle.

Sefirah Castle had tortured him thousands of times, but he still treated it like his first love. Even though Ron had been in and out of Sefirah Castle so many times, the old man had never given up thinking about Sefirah Castle.

Suddenly, thick gray fog descended from the sky, dispelling the pure darkness that permeated the sky.

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun” took steps towards the sky, as if he wanted to further activate the “Source Castle” so that he could return instantly.

An ancient bronze gate surrounded by gray mist descended from the spiritual world, and seven rays of light of different colors beneath the gray mist kept trembling, as if they could not bear the terrifying pressure.

"Hello~"

At this moment, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head, meeting the gaze of those on Sefirah Castle. He showed a wicked smile on his face, and greeted them in Chinese in a playful tone, and waved his hand.

……

Inside the Glorious Church.

"Bishop Hilde, still no response?"

Klein looked around the brightly lit church and asked in a very numb tone.

He had chanted the "My Father in Heaven" prayer a dozen times, but there was no response.

This made Klein feel like he was being taken advantage of.

Ever since he learned at the Tarot Club that there is no free lunch in the world and that the one who controls the gray fog will become the resurrection vessel of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", Klein has let down his guard against the "God of Time and Space".

And anyway, he is not the only time traveler. The example of Emperor Roselle was a good example, and it seems that he did not have a good ending.

Although Klein still found these things unbelievable, he would rather believe them than not. Ron's sharing of information was still very valuable.

In the end, you will pay back as much debt as you receive as gifts. All the gifts from fate are secretly marked with a price...

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Klein looked at the anxious bishop beside him, and his heart sank suddenly.

"Mr. Sherlock, the Lord did not respond, nor did He cast His gaze..."

"You can come back in a few days. Then the Lord will surely give you strength and gifts!"

As expected...something unusual happened in the outside world, and the "God of Time and Space" disappeared...and Ron and Amon were not at home either. Did something happen?

Shaking his head, the great detective said nothing more and left the Glorious Church in silence.

He looked up at the dark sky with only a little light in it, then picked up his pocket watch to check the time.

At one o'clock sharp in the afternoon.

"If this eclipse lasts for days, I'll eat the entire table at Ron's house!"

As a keyboard cosmologist, Klein Moretti did not believe what was written in the newspaper at all.

Because there is no essential difference between this and a gas pipeline explosion.

The people in this world don't know the specific principles of solar eclipses, so how could a time traveler like him not know?!
He didn't dwell too much on the secrets behind this abnormal phenomenon, because it was useless. He was only a Sequence Six. What could he do?

Sigh~ I originally wanted to get some information from the God of Time and Space, but it seems that there is no hope today... There is a Tarot meeting in the afternoon, the Faceless Man's digestion of magic potion has come to a standstill, and there is no follow-up to the story of Talim and the witch. Apart from this, there is nothing else...

After reviewing his schedule, Klein's steps suddenly became brisk.

As for working, the great detective hasn't gone for several days because he really can't handle Amon's work efficiency. He works until midnight every day and his legs are shaking with exhaustion.

It’s better not to digest this magic potion!

2:50 p.m.

Klein returned to No. 15 Minsk Street to prepare for a new Tarot Club.

There are too many angels in Ron's house. Apart from Amon who is unknown where he went, and Medici who disappears after cooking every day, there is even one angel who is always there.

Not to mention there, he wouldn't feel at ease even in the bathroom of the villa.

Blessed be the Heavenly Venerable Xuanhuang...

He walked four steps backwards, silently chanting the spell. The majestic palace and the eternal gray fog appeared in Mr. Fool's sight as before.

But at this moment, just as Klein was about to inform Little Sun to prepare for the party, he suddenly discovered that the entire gray fog was boiling.

(End of this chapter)