Chapter 315 The first meeting between the stars and the true creator

Chapter 315 The first meeting between the stars and the true creator

The dark clouds were rolling, and waves were rising on the sea. The originally gentle sea breeze became impatient and suppressed.

Mr. A stood at the bow, and the sea breeze blew his clothes, and even his handsome features were blown a little sloppy by the wind.

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, his mouth was dry, his body was trembling slightly, and the courage he had forced was gradually blown away by the wind.

He originally wanted to show off in front of Lord Ouroboros how much he was favored by the Lord now.

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "Hello Lord Ouroboros."

While speaking, he bent his straight back uncontrollably.

In front of a true angel like Lord Ouroboros, courage and bravery are too small.

The sea breeze blew, approaching the ship, the tall and thin figure standing in the air, even though His facial features were soft, his eyes did not reveal any hatred.

But Mr. A suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if he was going to be beheaded in the next second.

He didn't dare to look up to observe Lord Ouroboros's expression at the moment, so he could only bow his head respectfully without saying a word.

After two or three seconds of silence, Ouroboros's wings fluttered gently, and a dozen strong winds surged around.

The waves began to surge, the boat began to shake, and the black clouds gathering in the sky began to rain heavily. Mr. A was blown back two or three steps before he could barely stand firm.

Lord Ouroboros came with anger today.

Did He also want to kill himself, a traitor of the Aurora Society who was misunderstood?

Mr. A was cold all over, and even his soul was almost frozen.

In front of Lord Ouroboros, he had no chance of escaping.

Fortunately, the expected death did not come, because the Lord he believed in came!

The storm stopped at this moment, the sea surface returned to calm, and the dark clouds in the sky were torn open, revealing the orange-red light of the sunset.

Looking at the figure standing behind Mr. A, who was as handsome as himself, Ourogo slowly uttered a word: "Blasphemer."

This voice exploded in Mr. A's mind like thunder.

Blasphemer?

Who is the blasphemer mentioned by Lord Ourogo?

Is it me?

No, with a fragile creature like me, I can't arouse Lord Ourogo's interest in even one more look.

So, the existence referred to by this blasphemer is the Lord I have always believed in devoutly?

Isn't Lord Ourogo an angel serving the Lord?

Can't He recognize that this is the incarnation of the Lord?

If Lord Ourogo is not wrong, then who is the Lord I have always believed in devoutly?

Although waves of storms were rising in his mind, Mr. A still didn't dare to look up, but crawled on the ground, his face full of confusion.

After a while, he closed his eyes and chanted the Lord's name as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I am a god, how can I blaspheme God?"

Hasta calmly looked at Ouroboros, who was flapping his wings of white light.

Ever since he saw Ouroboros leave the side of the real creator, he knew that Ouroboros would find this place sooner or later.

Mr. A is a believer of the real creator, and it is not difficult to lock his location.

So how to face Ouroboros, Hasta has also made several calculations in the Hall of Stars. Although today's meeting is a bit fast, it is not surprising.

"Destruction is the Lord's greatest mercy to you." Ouroboros, wearing a simple linen robe, chose to land on the bow and stood not far in front of Mr. A. He did not look at Hasta from a condescending attitude.

Even if He is the angel of destiny sitting under the Lord, He cannot look at a god from a bird's-eye view.

"I will go directly to the kingdom of God along this sea route. Are you going to accompany me?" Hasta did not care about Ouroboros's threatening words at all.

"Go together?" Ouroboros glanced at Mr. A, who was lying on the ground and chanting the Lord's name in a daze.

"He is a qualified believer."

Mr. A, who was originally lying on the deck, full of despair and confusion, suddenly felt a huge surge of joy and warmth in his heart when he heard this praise.

He wanted to cry for no reason.

"Ignorance, stupidity." Ouroboros retracted his gaze on Mr. A and gave an evaluation.

Hasta chuckled and said, "Faith in the heart and sincerity are far more important than anything else."

The Lord still understands me!

Mr. A's body twitched slightly. He really wanted to lie at the Lord's feet and use tears to describe his feelings at the moment.

Ouroboros did not say anything else, nor did he choose to take action. He just stared at Hasta, as if he wanted to see what kind of soul was hidden in this container.

Taking action was not His purpose this time.

The oracle from the Lord did not ask Him to take action, but only asked Him to see which mysterious being had the container.

Seeing that Ouroboros had no intention of taking action, Hastur was too lazy to confront Him here, so he let Mr. A take care of the aftermath.

He walked back into the cabin, lay back in the coffin, and then his consciousness returned to the Hall of Stars.

After a little contemplation, his eyes were fixed on the star where the real creator was.

The real creator inside still did not show up, and the sacred mountain floating above the black ocean was as steady as ever.

When Hastur no longer deliberately concealed his breath, the pair of eyes behind the shadow curtain that contained the fallen nature of all living beings finally appeared.

"Stars."

A pair of eyes made a dull and majestic voice.

"Ancient Sun God."

Hastur bluntly exposed the true creator's past.

After a long silence, the true creator slowly spoke again: "Can the stars really watch everything?"

Hastur chuckled and did not directly answer the question of the true creator, but issued an invitation, "Are you interested in attending a star meeting?"

He had not pulled the true creator and Adam into the star hall for a meeting, on the one hand out of fear, and on the other hand he was choosing.

Whether to choose Adam or the true creator.

Although he had no intention of participating in the battle between the true creator and Adam for divinity and humanity, as the situation developed, his relationship with the true creator became closer unconsciously, and he and Adam showed a little hostility.

Now, it's time to make a choice.

"I don't want to get involved in too many things." The true creator declined Hastur's invitation.

"My invitation is always valid."

Hasta retracted his gaze and returned to the Hall of Stars. The starry sky spread silently, blocking any possible peeping that might follow.

"Stars..."

The pair of eyes also retreated back behind the shadow curtain, and everything returned to its previous calm.

...

The ship continued to sail forward, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, cutting through the sparkling sea.

On the deck, Mr. A stood aside in fear and trepidation.

Although he knew that he and Lord Ouroboros were equal in believing in the Lord, his body still couldn't help but weaken. He wanted to stay away from Lord Ouroboros, but he was afraid of angering Him.

There were several times when Mr. A accidentally touched Lord Ouroboros's eyes, and he felt that the other party wanted to slap him to death.

Lord Ouroboros had murderous intentions towards him, and this was not wrong.

Was it because he had taken away the Lord's favor from Him?

Such a thought only flashed through Mr. A's mind, and he did not dare to think deeply about this question in front of Ourolus.

What he did not realize was that when this thought flashed through his mind, Ourolus looked at him with a little more coldness.

"Lord Ourolus, do you want to go into the cabin to rest?" Mr. A, who gradually adapted to the current strange situation, finally plucked up the courage to talk to Ourolus.

Ourolus just glanced at him lightly, and sat at the bow, facing the direction of the setting sun in silence.

"..."

Mr. A was silent for a while, and then whispered: "Lord Ourolus, I will stay at the stern. If you need any instructions, you can call me at any time."

Ourolus still did not respond, and Mr. A breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his steps, tried not to make a sound, and retreated to the stern.

Although he lost the best viewing position and might be farther away from Lord Ourolus, Mr. A finally felt that he was alive again and could breathe freely.

Sitting at the stern, looking at the ripples on the water surface dragged by the boat, Mr. A recalled what happened just now, and it really felt like a dream.

He still didn't understand why Lord Ouroluos came and why he chose to stay on the boat.

Lord Ouroluos did say the word "blasphemer", but he didn't choose to do it.

Could it be that the blasphemer was really talking about himself?

Does it mean that people like himself are not worthy of staying by the Lord's side to serve?

Is he the one who blasphemed the gods?

Mr. A's heart jumped suddenly. No wonder Lord Ouroluos has never concealed his intention to kill him!

It was the Lord's love and favoritism that saved him from Lord Ouroluos.

Mr. A's eyes were red, but fortunately the Lord never gave up on him.

Being a believer of the Lord is definitely the greatest luck in his life!

After the excitement, Mr. A's mind began to become active again, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart: "What about Lord Ouroluos? I am the believer most favored by the Lord!"