Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

When Father arrives, he'll be in for a beating.

Upon hearing this, Ronan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smile.

This was the first time he had been addressed like that, as if he were an elder.

The goddess's eyes were filled with complex emotions, her heart churning with conflicting feelings.

"that…"

She tried to speak, wanting to correct the mistake in Ariel's words.

Her voice was soft, tinged with hesitation, as if afraid of further escalating the atmosphere:

“Ariel, I think you may have misunderstood something. I have not fallen into depravity, and he has not taken advantage of his age to bully you.”

"I know you're having a hard time accepting this fact right now, but it's all true."

He is much younger than you.

Ariel didn't believe that at all, and spat out another mouthful of blood, his heart filled with disdain.

Only after using a massive amount of faith power to barely calm the dizziness in his mind could he stand up, his tone full of resentment:

"Hmph, don't treat everyone like fools, Vesalune. Do you think I can't see the two pairs of wings on your back?"

"Without the massive resources he provided, how could you have advanced to a four-winged angel in such a short time?"

"..."

The goddess glanced at the pure white wings behind her and wanted to say that this was the result of her and Ronan's joint efforts.

However, when she noticed the gloom and stubbornness in the other person's eyes, she knew that nothing she said would make a difference at this moment.

Losers usually find all sorts of reasons for themselves and believe them wholeheartedly because it concerns their last remaining dignity.

She lowered her eyes and sighed deeply.

Ronan then flexed his wrists, preparing to finish him off now.

After all, he had given Ariel ample time to say his last words and allowed him to go and call for help.

In the instant the action was taken, Heaven was torn apart once again.

In the void, a figure shrouded in stagnant light patterns slowly emerged, like a true deity.

He first glanced indifferently at Ariel, his silver-white brows furrowing slightly.

Then he fixed his deep, unfathomable gaze on Ronan and the goddess.

Time seemed to flow backward in his eyes, and in an instant he understood everything.

"Humph."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if stating a given fact.

"Visa, you've certainly found a good husband. How can someone who's only been born a thousand years ago defeat my son?"

"You must be that god who can replicate divine essence, right?"

"No wonder……"

A flood of information rapidly integrated into his mind, and he quickly deduced the general truth.

Behind him, Ariel was stunned.

A thousand years? What is Father talking about?

how can that be!

He stood there, stunned.

His dignity seemed to have been turned into mud, and his chest felt like it was being crushed by a planet, making it hard for him to breathe.

His father turned his gaze, a deep disappointment flashing in his silver pupils, and said softly:

"Useless trash, I knew you would fail, but I never expected you to fail so completely."

After speaking, he looked at the goddess again, and bowed his head slightly.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Visa, my son has caused you trouble.”

"Since you already have a good partner, let's cancel the engagement."

"?" Upon hearing this, Ronan frowned in confusion.

Isn't this plot development a little off?

His son was so spoiled and arrogant, not only did he get a severe beating from his father, but even his wife ran off with someone else, yet his father actually...

He didn't even know how to describe it.

In short, it feels very out of place.

The goddess, her heart filled with complex emotions, slowly exhaled, leaned closer to Ronan, and whispered an explanation:

"This is the God of Time. Unlike my manipulation of time through magic, he can see the time and space of various worlds and dimensions."

"Time is one of the supreme laws; he probably foresaw your defeat."

Ronan suddenly realized, "So that's how it is, the supreme law?"

No wonder he always felt that the magic of time and fate had great limitations; it turned out that what he had come into contact with was only the tip of the iceberg of other people's divine authority over time.

After saying that, the goddess was thinking about how to bring things to a perfect end.

After all, it's an undeniable fact that these people invaded his world.

However, at that moment, she suddenly noticed that the god of time had not raised his head yet.

His body trembled slightly, as if he were afraid of something.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon Ronan.

Chapters 286 and 287: The Curtain Falls

"Useless, utterly useless! All the effort I put into nurturing him has been wasted, and he's ended up like this..."

The god of time bowed his head, inwardly berating his son.

Normally, it takes at least 30,000 years to train an ordinary angel to have six wings.

The fact that Ariel was able to achieve this at the age of 20,000 suggests the astonishing amount of resources he must have consumed.

However, even so, he still lost to a junior who was a thousand years old, and even his wife was taken away, leaving him unable to resist.

Incompetence is not enough to describe his behavior.

That was his initial thought, and he had already made corresponding compensation plans in his mind.

However, when he observed what Ronan wanted through the divine power of time.

Upon realizing the other person's true needs, his preconceived notions crumbled instantly, and fear and anger surged into his heart.

"That bastard, how dare he? He actually wants my godhood?"

In the future timeline, Ronan gave him two choices.

Either spare the lives of his son and his companions to atone for the attack on the goddess.

Either save your own life and cripple your son.

Young people are hot-tempered; if they see their father dead, they will definitely try every means to take revenge.

Don't underestimate a young person's poverty, nor a middle-aged person's poverty; if they pull off a miraculous comeback on their deathbed, things will get complicated.

Therefore, it would be better to demote him to a mortal, watch him die, and cut off his chance of reincarnation, which would be a permanent solution.

For the God of Time, neither of these two choices is acceptable.

Killing his son meant that all his hard work over the past 20,000 years had gone to waste.

Suicide was out of the question.

Since there's a dilemma to be struck either way, then perhaps...

"I can't beat him. What's wrong with this junior? My divine authority over time can influence him, but I just can't kill him."

Does he possess some kind of eternal power?

In the future, he could only turn Ronan into a teenager, no matter how hard he tried.

However, this boy was reduced to ashes with a single punch, turning into the most basic particles.

Its body contained immense terror.

Upon seeing this, he abruptly closed his eyes, decisively ending his voyeuristic attempt to glimpse the future.

There was simply no choice.

This scene was captured by the goddess beside him.

The goddess was filled with doubt, utterly perplexed as to why the god of time would be so afraid.

After turning their gaze to Ronan, Ronan slowly uttered the words that the God of Time would hear in the future.

In that instant, the trembling stopped, he gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

His cold gaze fell upon Ariel.

Ariel couldn't help but shudder, a sense of foreboding rising deep within him.

how……

……

……

"Father, why!"

Before dying, Ariel uttered a question filled with resentment. His father did not answer, but simply closed his eyes in pain and calmly slapped him to death.

With Ariel's death, a divine core, radiating golden light, slowly emerged in the air.

He reached out and beckoned.

He wisely purified it, erasing Ariel's consciousness, and then presented it to Ronan with both hands: