1357 Meeting (1/2)

Deep in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, on the peak of a mountain stood a gigantic cross that bordered the realm of reality and illusion.

There was a blurry figure hanging there. Ancient wooden stakes dyed with fresh blood that didn't drip down passed through ”His” body, nailing ”Him” to the cross.

At the bottom of the cross was the Angel of Fate Ouroboros, who was wearing a simple linen robe and had silver hair that reached ”His” waist. ”He” sat there cross-legged with a gentle and pious expression as ”He” closed ”His” eyes and prayed.

Adam, whose face was half-covered by a pale blond beard, walked over and stopped in front of the huge cross. ”He” raised ”His” head and silently looked at the hanging figure.

”He” held Arrodes in one hand and held the second Blasphemy Slate in the other. ”His” eyes were limpid and his expression was calm.

After an unknown period of time, the image of The Hanged Man on the huge cross suddenly faded away, connecting to the sky and to the land below with a shadow curtain. Behind the curtain, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes watching over the world.

In the next second, a rift appeared in the shadow curtain. It was dark inside, faintly reverberating with an illusory tidal wave.

Adam raised ”His” left hand and let the ancient and mysterious magic mirror emit a faint glow.

In the light, a sticky but illusory black liquid surged out. A boundless sea that seemed to contain all colors appeared. It looked like it was at arm's length but couldn't affect reality.

Following that, Adam placed the second Blasphemy Slate into the illusory scene.

The illusory sea scene in the distance ebbed gently as it circled the second Blasphemy Slate, forming a certain connection with it.

The second Blasphemy Slate was a manifestation of the corpse of the ancient sun god—one which was extremely close to being a Great Old One, and almost equivalent to the owner of the Chaos Sea.

Upon seeing this scene, Adam's left hand moved slightly, allowing Arrodes to fly up and fall towards the Angel of Fate Ouroboros under the huge cross.

The second Blasphemy Slate that ”He” held underwent some subtle changes, and through the rift on the curtain, ”He” walked inside.

The shadow curtain closed and quickly faded away, leaving behind a huge empty cross.

No one said a word throughout the entire process. Everything was carried out silently. Angel of Fate Ouroboros didn't even attempt to open ”His” eyes.

At the same time, Amon became a god and used the first Blasphemy Slate to block the tunnel that the Mother Goddess of Depravity was trying to enter through. The Lord of Storms finally smote apart the corpse cathedral that Adam had envisioned out of nothing, and one of Adam's identities.

After a while, Tail Devourer Ouroboros opened ”His” eyes and cast ”His” gaze at Arrodes, which had landed on ”His” lap.

On the surface of the mirror, silver words appeared in the swirling illusory water:

”You should know the feeling of piously believing and following a great existence, right?”

Ouroboros nodded indifferently.

”So, can you send me back to my Lord?” On the surface of the mirror, silver words squirmed and formed a new sentence. ”Once you answer, you can ask me two questions.”

Ouroboros silently looked at the ancient mirror in silence for a long time.

Finally, Arrodes couldn't help but produce a new question:

”Why aren't you answering?”

Ouroboros looked at ”Himself” in the mirror and replied calmly, ”I haven't thought through it yet.”

”Three questions…” On the surface of the magic mirror, the silver light slowly outlined two words.

…

In Backlund, on a lawn that belonged to a bungalow.

Will Auceptin, who was already over two years old, was happily chasing a fat golden cat with glistening fur. Beside ”Him” was a nanny and a maid.

Ever since this Snake of Fate was born, Aaron Ceres's career had improved by the day. Now, he owned a private hospital that provided medical services to high society.

As ”He” ran, Will Auceptin stepped on a spot that was slippery. With a slip, ”His” body involuntarily leaned back.

”He” took a few steps back and stepped on another rock.

This provided an impetus to stop Will Auceptin's fall, miraculously allowing him to maintain ”His” balance.

In regards to this encounter, alarms started ringing in this chubby toddler's head. This was because with ”His” luck, it was impossible for ”Him” to step on a spot that could make people slip.

A familiar figure quickly appeared in ”His” eyes.

It was Sherlock Moriarty wearing a half top hat and a black double-breasted coat.

Will Auceptin turned ”His” head abruptly and looked at ”His” nanny and maid. ”He” discovered that they hadn't noticed the appearance of the stranger on the lawn.

”I have a nagging feeling you would say: 'Go ahead and scream. No one will hear you,'” the two-year-old toddler mumbled as he turned around.

Without waiting for Klein's reply, ”He” spread ”His” hands and said, ”In short, I must congratulate you on becoming a King of Angels.

”Bullying children doesn't suit your current status.”

Klein let out a soft chuckle.

”Do you know how to fool fate?”