Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 142 Pure White Angel: Kill Me

Upon hearing this, Solomon clearly thought of something and frowned. Although he did not know what would happen in the future, as an angel, Solomon himself was also fighting against the will of the ancient god's resurgence within him, so he had some guesses.

Rosen and Medici exchanged a glance, the former asking with some confusion, "Did Second Father reveal that matter in the King of Angels?"

That matter naturally refers to the fact that Osekus, due to the resurrected will of God within him, often finds himself unable to control his behavior.

"No, but Saslir did talk to Osekus and took some actions to help Osekus stabilize his situation. Leodorus probably realized something was wrong." Medici shook his head, then added, "Leodorus may seem careless, but he's actually very meticulous."

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Sasriel was certainly not the kind of person who would stand idly by while his own child lost himself, nor was the sun god. So, after roughly understanding Oscythus's condition, they naturally took action.

Rosen nodded, then looked at Solomon and his companion, smiling, and said, "Gentlemen, please don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Your Highness, rest assured, we will keep it a secret," Solomon immediately assured him.

Trentost, standing nearby, nodded repeatedly, almost swearing an oath on the spot to express his determination.

Rosen smiled and walked into the prison first. As soon as he entered, he could hear faint cursing coming from not far away.

Rosen listened as he walked, and only after entering the cell where the two men were being held did he smile and clap his hands.

Rosen's sudden action naturally stopped the two men arguing in the cell.

Even sitting upright in his cell, Osekus looked at the group. He looked somewhat tired, with a hint of melancholy, as if he hadn't been having a good time lately. But upon seeing Rosen, the pure white angel still managed a smile and said, "Rosen, you're back from your trip. Did you have a good time?"

Leodorus stood there like a wall, glancing at the group but saying nothing, though his expression wasn't good.

Outside the two men's cells stood another young man, who wisely moved aside and quietly moved next to Solomon when he approached.

"Sasriel was furious to hear you were fighting in the street—" Rosen blinked, ignoring the young Tudor, and simply recounted Sasriel's punishment of the two angel kings, concluding, "Of course, I didn't come here to tell you that; I mainly came to see you."

"It's my fault for causing Sasriel worry—" Osekus began, clearly somewhat embarrassed as a being who always considered himself the eldest son of the sun god. He then looked at Rosen and Medici and said, "I'm glad you came to visit me."

"Come on, we're not here to visit you, we're just here to laugh at you." Medici curled his lip, casually leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on Osekus, and said, "Osekus, how did you change so much in just a few days?"

Upon hearing this, Oscythus gave a wry smile. He recalled that some time ago, after that jaw-dropping banquet, Sasriel had approached him and told him some things.

The Vice-King of Heaven did not tell Ocycus everything, but even a few words were enough to wake Ocycus from his daze.

Are you still conscious?

Osekus recalled that Saslir had asked that question back then.

Ocycus didn't actually remember how He answered, but He still remembered that day, that moment, when He finally awoke from His daze and suddenly realized that what He had always thought was clarity was actually depravity.

The primordial God had long since silently dominated his thoughts, and Oscythus was even somewhat unsure whether it was He who was thinking or the other God.

Is He Ocytus or God's puppet?

Unable to distinguish the pure white angels, Xiu could only look up at Sasriel. Under the other's scrutinizing and sorrowful gaze, Osekus suddenly said, "Kill me!"

Only by killing Him could he ensure that he would not betray the Lord again someday in the future.

Ocycus would rather die than become the sword that wounds the Lord.

"Ugh!"

He heard Sasliel's sigh. The viceroy of Heaven walked up to Sleeve, forcefully pulled her up, and then turned her head so that the pure white angel would look directly into her eyes: "I don't remember teaching you that, Oscythus. Escaping is never a good habit."

"But I... I will in the future—" Osekus opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but under Sasriel's gaze, Osekus stopped speaking.

"If the only way we can stop God's plot is by killing our own children, then even if the plot is stopped, we have lost completely."

Sasriel spoke earnestly, gazing upon the child before him who could be said to be the final follower of the sun god, his voice gentle yet firm: "This is not sentimentality, but reason. Each of you is the most important anchor point. The death of each of you would be a devastating blow to the Lord's humanity. If you hang yourself today because of God's conspiracy, then tomorrow it may be the death of Leodorus. One after another, one after another, sooner or later we will lose everything, and this will bring utter destruction."

Osekus was visibly stunned; he hadn't expected to hear such words from Sasriel.

Are they important anchors for the Lord?

Ocycus knew he shouldn't, but at that moment, he was still overjoyed by those words. After the joy came fear and confusion.

I fear the ending that Sasriel described.

I'm confused about what I should do.

"So what should I do?" Osekus asked almost instinctively.

Then the pure white angel heard the voice of the sun god: "Defeat Him, Oscythus, I believe you can defeat Him, and you must take yourself back from Him."

He looked up in surprise and saw the familiar figure of the Sun God, who had been standing not far away at some point, quietly watching him.

Those golden eyes were quiet, focused, and filled with trust.

The recollection ended there. Oscythus came to his senses, but felt somewhat bitter. After that day, he naturally tried to resist God's will to revive him with his own will, but unfortunately, the effect was not particularly good.

Sometimes Ocycus could even hear a soft laugh, as if the primordial God was mocking His overestimation of His abilities, or perhaps it was just a simple hallucination.