Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 580 Incompetent Fury

The scenery in front of me passed by quickly, and George Augustus III's face was expressionless, like a hard classical plaster sculpture.

The glance of the god made him feel the threat of death.

George III had no doubt that if he had not fled so decisively at that time in order to retaliate against his enemies, he would probably have stayed in Sodrak Palace forever and would never be able to leave.

"It was almost there, just that little bit. If I had chosen to take action at that time, I would definitely have died!"

“He will definitely die!”

“But, hahahaha, now I’m still alive, I’m still alive!

Everything will be mine sooner or later!"

The sharp gaze disappeared from the top of his head, and George III's expression revealed a hint of ferocity.

The huge gap in status from being a king of a country to being a fugitive made him feel very uncomfortable.

Turning his gaze away from Backlund and focusing on his surroundings, the muscles on George III's face suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and he finally laughed out loud.

“Hahaha… The gods are just like this. They planned everything and took away the throne of Loen, but in the end, didn’t I still escape?”

"Hahahahahaha..."

Hoarse and unpleasant laughter echoed in the wilderness, and with each bitter laugh, George Augustus III's gradually declining mental state improved a little.

Frankly speaking, He anticipated His failure, but He did not expect that He would fail so completely.

In such a huge city of Loen, with countless nobles and loyal subordinates, no one was willing to lend a helping hand to Him.

This is undoubtedly a collapse of order, a questioning of His identity as a king, and a shaking of the anchor.

When all the people of the Kingdom of Loen no longer recognize his identity as the king, he will probably be on the verge of losing control and turning into a monster.

"Sooner or later I will kill everyone who betrayed me!"

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

Hoarse and unpleasant laughter and heavy breathing filled the entire forest, but the eyes of the owner of the voice still retained most of his rationality.

He stood there, muttering to himself as if he was neurotic:
"Yes, the situation is not too bad now. At least I can still survive. There are no angels around..."

"who!?"

"come out!!!"

Suddenly, George III's neurotic soliloquy came to a sudden halt, and a roar filled with extreme anger began to resound around.

"distortion!"

The angel, who had a round face, a resolute expression, slightly twitching facial muscles and eyes that were sometimes gloomy and sometimes violent, suddenly raised his right palm.

At this moment, the rules seem to be weirdly twisted.

Invisibly, the germs that were strangely floating in the air suddenly began to die in large numbers, as if the chaotic and distorted rules here simply did not support such tiny creatures to survive for too long.

"It's you!?"

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

"Yes, it's me. Didn't you expect that I would find you?"

"Oh, it's a pity that there is not enough time for me to become an angel, otherwise that blow just now would have cost you half your life!"

An unusually sweet voice came from the depths of the forest. Triss was not surprised that the angel had discovered her, nor was she afraid of the possible danger that George III might bring.

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

At this time, Triss Chick laughed nervously:

"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!"

"Everyone is going to die, everyone is going to die!"

"Hahaha……"

She held her stomach, as if she had thought of the funniest joke in the world. She laughed so hard that she was out of breath, her face flushed red and she couldn't straighten her back.

The mental torture was far greater than the physical damage. This Sequence 4 Witch of Despair had already become insane and extremely crazy.

"go to hell!"

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

A gust of cold wind blew by, and in just a blink of an eye, the ice crystal spear in the air instantly came in front of George III.

"Heh, a mere demigod..."

He raised his right palm, clenched his five fingers, and with incredible speed, the ice crystal spear, like lightning breaking through the air, instantly stopped in front of George III's palm.

However, George III did not even look at such an attack. Even though his current condition was not so perfect, Triss's meaningless struggle was nothing more than a pastime and a joke to him.

His eyes were fixed on Triss Chick. No, he was staring at the very dangerous sapphire ring on her right ring finger.

At this time, the man with two small mustaches smiled and said leisurely:

"Did the Original Witch tell you my location?"

"But didn't He tell you that you are only a Sequence Four and cannot bear the burden of the coming of a god?"

Looking at the witch in front of him whose face was becoming more and more distorted and crazy, George III raised his hand and clenched it lightly again.

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

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

Large streams of blood gushed out of her mouth, her limbs twisted strangely, her whole body turned black and shrank, and suddenly she turned into a small mirror that shattered into countless pieces.

"Wow……"

thump.

Triss Chick's figure suddenly rolled down into the grass in the forest, her body trembling uncontrollably as she spit out blood again.

The magic mirror substitute is not omnipotent. Even though she has tried her best to avoid harm, the attack from the angel is not something a demigod can completely resolve.

This is an essential difference.

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

At this moment, the expression on His face suddenly froze.

The ice spear suspended in his heart suddenly accelerated, as if it was infinitely strengthened, and it easily penetrated the distorted field created by George III and pierced his right arm in an instant.

George III's blue eyes shrank into needle points, his body turned into a shadow and retreated rapidly, with layers of fine cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Damn!!!"

Forgive the former King of Loen, he obviously doesn't know how to curse. Just now, he felt a very familiar breath.

"The Black Emperor!?"

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

As an angel who is expected to become the "Black Emperor", he is not unfamiliar with this deity, or even the unique authority and breath.

In the previous moment, George III clearly felt that there was some kind of order that distorted the rules that he distorted, amplifying the power and level of the ice crystal spear.

Moreover, the fact that one could use the extraordinary ability of a demigod to forcibly harm the angel and then suppress the distorted rules himself indicated certain problems.

In the extraordinary world, those who restrain those of lower status are always those of higher status on the same path.

Above the gray fog, Klein, wearing black armor and a twisted crown, looked through the prayer light at George III, whose right arm was severely injured.

He frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with crippling one of the angel's arms.

"Damn it, this still hasn't completely unlocked the uniqueness of the seal, and it has consumed half of my spiritual power. If the seal is completely unlocked, I'm afraid it will drain me dry in an instant."

The Fool, who sat at the top of the bronze table, rubbed his aching temples, quickly took out the Black Emperor card from his body, and at the same time threw the Black Emperor's uniqueness, which was sealed by Ron, back into the pile of debris.

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"If it wasn't for his lack of spiritual power and inability to exert his full power, I'm afraid that just now would have cost George III half his life. What a pity!"

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

But Crane was not discouraged. In his play, borrowing the authority of the "Black Emperor" was not the main purpose, but letting George III know that there was a "Black Emperor" near him. This was the main purpose.

"Humph, if the Black Emperor can't scare you to death, then Roselle should scare you to death, right?"

The dirty-hearted Fool raised his hand, and a pair of sunglasses filled with sticky black liquid flew out from the pile of debris and elegantly rested on Klein's head.

Bang bang bang.
In the silent forest, the raging heartbeat sounded like drumbeats. George III, with a round face and a resolute expression, looked around vigilantly.

He continued to wave his intact left arm, twisting large tracts of things in the forest, trying to find the trace of the "Black Emperor" in this way.

"Hahahahaha, I've said it before, guys like you and me will always have an ending that suits ourselves."

"For you and me, whether a story is good or bad depends on whether you and I will get the retribution of fate. I have killed so many people, and you have also killed so many people. No one can escape."

Crazy whispers came from the bushes, and hoarse, dry breathing made George III break out in cold sweat.

'Where is the Black Emperor? Who sent this witch to deal with me? Who was it? Was all this planned and approved by the God of Time and Space!? '

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

When he thought of this, the muscles on George III's face began to tremble uncontrollably. Facing such a being, even an angel or a god would feel his own insignificance and helplessness.

From the beginning to the end, George Augustus III never dared to put Ron on his list of enemies. He could only keep making detours and try to spare this great being in various ways.

"That's enough. You and I are just small fry. Even the Seven Gods won't personally take action. How could He possibly do that?!"

George III roared angrily, then suddenly raised his left arm, distorting the coordinates of his position.

He who still retained his sanity was not as crazy as he imagined, although he was afraid of the plan of the God of Time and Space, the "Black Emperor" hiding in the dark, and Triss in front of him, who was crazy and had the mental state of the original witch.

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

The figure of the former King of Rune disappeared instantly, and the scenery before his eyes was completely new. The sea breeze was blowing, the waves were surging, and ships were coming in and out of the port. George III was stunned by such a peaceful scene.

But in the next second, the world before his eyes suddenly changed. The invisible wind turned into wisps of information floating in the sky. At the same time, the waves and ships turned into a series of abstract symbols and signs that symbolized the essence of matter.

At this time, a showy man with long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and two beautifully groomed mustaches fell from the sky.

He stroked the fancy chicken feathers on the chest pocket of Intis's coat and said pretentiously:

"This road is blocked. You can try another one. But I still want to say, are all kings these days so incompetent? Is it okay to let someone drive you out of your own palace?"

"That idiot Florent is much tougher than you."

Russell Gustav!

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree. George III felt his scalp tingling and was frightened by Russell's sudden appearance. His heart was beating violently and he distorted his position coordinates again, trying to get rid of the blockade of the nearby space in this way.

However, he distorted the coordinates countless times, distorted the distances countless times, distorted the rules countless times, and even entered the spiritual world, but he could not escape the blockade of countless information.

He has returned to the starting point again.

At this moment, George III's serious face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. Feelings of astonishment, panic, confusion, and fear were brewing in his heart.

As a quick-made angel, His mentality was not strong and courageous. Instead, in such a terrible situation, He was filled with endless fear and despair.

Roselle took action personally, the Black Emperor was watching covetously, the gods were planning deliberately, and the original witch was the vessel of God's descent.

Any of these four aspects, taken individually, can create wave after wave of chaos in the mysterious world, but now these plans are being used against this little angel, Him.

Is this appropriate?

Glancing around, George III stared at the crazy witch in front of him and roared angrily:

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

"Why don't you die? Why don't you die? Why don't you die!?"

"Execution!"

He clenched his left hand into a fist and swung it downward. This movement was instantly magnified and distorted, turning it into a true execution.

With just one blow, Triss Chick's forehead suddenly cracked open, and gray-white liquid spurted everywhere.

"what!!!"

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

"So, you are afraid too. You are afraid of death. Are you angry out of shame? What are you hiding with your anger? I smell despair, hahahahaha."

"That's great! Rather than killing you, I prefer to see you panicking like this."

"Shut up!"

George Augustus III's face twitched, and he clenched his five fingers to try to magnify Triss Chick's injuries and resolve this extremely dangerous hidden danger first.

However, in the next moment, before George III could use the corresponding extraordinary ability, he saw the sapphire ring on Triss Chick's ring finger quietly shattered.

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

Boom——

There was another tremor, and the ground cracked into cracks hundreds of meters wide, spewing out magma with a strong smell of sulfur.

At this time, the sky was bright, and countless flaming meteorites broke through the clouds and fell inward.

Doomsday—the original witch!

"Die with me!"

(End of this chapter)