Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 108 Evil Spirit
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In the ruins of the Aurora Society's base, Ace Snake found a Mandated Punisher who was running around busily and asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

"Yes! Report to the Archbishop!"

The captain of the Mandated Punishers stood at attention and answered in a loud voice, "All evidence of blasphemy has been destroyed. The relevant personnel are receiving requiem and amnesia in the Church of Night. Some Mandated Punishers showed signs of losing control, but they have all been brought under control. We are now recovering the remains of the murals and sculptures."

"well-done."

Ace Snake nodded calmly, and his mood, which had been gloomy for many days, finally improved a little. Due to his two consecutive misjudgments and dereliction of duty in the "Apostle of Desire" and the previous "East District Kapin Incident", he was about to be transferred from Backlund, leaving the Holy Wind Cathedral and going to somewhere on the sea. Tonight's joint operation to eliminate the cult was his last command operation in this "Capital of All Capitals".

After tomorrow, he will leave and let Raydar Valentine, the bishop of the Deep Blue Archbishop, who has accumulated enough experience, take over.

This made him feel somewhat melancholy, yet vaguely comforted. He felt that his current state of restlessness was indeed not a good thing.

Perhaps leaving the glitz and glamour of the inland and heading for the sea favored by the Lord of Storms would allow one to return to one's true nature and digest the potion. Only when facing the waves and storms could one feel the Lord's will and power more deeply.

He gave a few more instructions, wanting to put a final period on his not-so-perfect experience as Backlund.

After the captain of the Substitute Punisher left, Archbishop Saint Anthony of the Church of Darkness came over. After a brief greeting, Archbishop Anthony, who knew the other party's straightforward nature, asked directly, "Do you have any clues?"

Ace Snake shook his head: "No."

"There is no trace of the angel, nor any remnant of him. He was not here when it happened, and he did not come back after it happened."

"That is, only some blasphemous murals and sculptures."

Saint Anthony's frown relaxed. He did not want to run into the angel, and was relieved to see that everything was fine. If he ran into the angel, he would surely die. His Holiness the Pope and Her Highness Arianna would not be able to rescue him in time.

But when he thought of his subordinates being seriously injured by the other party because of losing control of their emotions, his voice couldn't help but become a little cold: "The Aurora Society ran away really fast. They only captured some ordinary believers and low-sequence Beyonders. This cleanup should be enough to teach them a lesson. Unfortunately, the Dark Saint who was suspected to be here at the time of the incident and Mr. A who assassinated the Intis ambassador and others all escaped. They should have used Beyonder items such as the "Traveler". The key is, where did they go in such a short time. "

"Even if it is a demigod-level traveler's extraordinary item, it should not be possible to transfer nearly a hundred people at once!"

Ace Snake said in a shocked voice: "Our raid was completely secret. They had no time to respond and were caught off guard from the beginning. But they actually ran away so much. This is totally unreasonable!"

"I suspect that the cultists only teleported a short distance!"

"They are very likely still in Backlund!"

Saint Anthony lowered the volume of the four consecutive exclamation marks in the Singer of God's speech to prevent the bishops' conversation from being heard by the members around them. But he agreed with Ace Snake's inference and added, "It is also very suspicious that the Dark Saints of the Aurora Society did not come out to fight. They should not be the type to actively run away."

"But his judgment was correct. They moved almost all the people and the seals away, leaving only the church and the collapsed stronghold."

"Maybe he was scared when he saw us, not to mention there was someone from Mechanical Heart next to him. Since we can't win anyway, we might as well run away." Ace Snake said nonchalantly.

“That’s the most likely thing.”

After Saint Anthony finished speaking, he couldn't help but tease the other party:
"If you had always maintained such rational thinking and excellent judgment, perhaps you wouldn't have to leave Backlund."

Ace Snake's face suddenly turned from sunny to thunderous. He snorted heavily and turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared from the spot.

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Born for chaos and bound to spread war to the whole world, conquerors more or less have had an unshakable idea, that is, no matter how defeated or embarrassed they were during their lifetime, at least their death should be magnificent, just like the characters in history books and legends that make people sigh and sigh. After a brilliant life, when they fall, they are like a meteorite that hits the ground from the sky. The last residual heat can still turn the surroundings into a lava dead land that no living people can approach, and then burn for another hundred years.

But what was the reality? The three most blazing fires in the world at that time should have devoured each other and fought each other, and it would take a long time to decide the final winner. However, one day, they were completely drenched by a sudden cloud. The thunder was deafening, and the Blood Emperor's chariot rolled forward in the thundercloud. The malicious laughter and heavy rain came suddenly, and all the burning fires were extinguished in an instant.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that this gloomy underground hall remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if it would always be a suitable place to store corpses.

The chains disappeared in the sunlight. Whether it was the relatively fresh corpse of the descendants of Tudor in the corner, or the remains of the three conquerors who had been bound for thousands of years, their shapes were slowly erased in the light.

After receiving the confirmation from the True Creator, Edward immediately withdrew his spiritual power, and the warm sunlight slowly retreated under the dark gray stone shell, returning to the inconspicuous appearance of golden threads. Soran and Einhorn gave up thinking when the True Creator's voice came, but after half a minute of waiting, they found that there was no indescribable mumbling in their minds, nor did they suddenly become devout believers in the True Creator. The two conquerors immediately began to speculate in doubt.

Edward was holding the cross, wondering whether to continue wearing it as a pendant on his ear or just put it in his pocket. He happened to see Medici's eager expression, so Edward thought for a second and handed the cross to Him.

The Red Evil Spirit was very happy and didn't say anything to spoil the mood. Without spirituality, it was just a nice decoration. Medici took it, placed it solemnly in his palm, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed.

"Wait a minute, I need to leave something here."

After a moment, He opened His eyes, first integrated the "Red Priest Card" into His spirit body to strengthen Himself, then waved His hand and threw the other extraordinary characteristics to Edward, and turned around and asked, "Do you have any candles?"

"No."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't have it."

Medici said, separating a tiny bit of power from his spirit, grabbing a bone of the descendant of Tudor, rubbing it in his hands again and again, and rubbing out a candle of suspicious color. However, in this basement, such a dark color would not attract attention.

Using the bones and blood of Tudor's descendants as anointing oil, and adding the breath and curse of evil spirits as the wick, a candle full of malice is ready.

Medici placed the candle, which was about the size of his pinky finger, on the seat facing the door and clapped his hands leisurely. The two conquerors in the ceremony did not stop him and even looked at Medici expectantly. Soran gloated, "I didn't expect you to be so kind. Dying here is definitely a great blessing and a good end for the Tudor bloodline, right?"

"Who knows?" The red evil spirit grinned three times.

Medici chanted to himself: "You know, we have been mad for thousands of years. We have barely woken up thanks to a few blind intruders and his two little descendants. Curse your blood, bring disaster upon your sins - but what is the value of this?"

The left mouth laughed loudly, and Soran's voice was full of ironic joy as if revenge had been taken. "After all, Bond is not Tudor, and Bond's successor is not Alistair! They come from Him, inherit from Him, and continue His madness but do not have the ability of the Blood Emperor. They dared to barge in so boldly and talk to evil spirits openly, but they followed the rules and became lawyers, tearing open the chest and chewing the throat, and then discarded the useless Beyonder characteristics. What does this blood taste like? I can't even taste it!"

Einhorn laughed coldly, and continued with Soran's words: "If he hadn't introduced himself, I could only sense that he had Tudor's blood. It was burning but not violent enough, arrogant but not willful enough. It's a pity that they came here because they couldn't find the way forward, to the ruins of their ancestors' glorious promotion, and roughly admired the glory of thousands of years ago, but it was just admiration! I didn't taste it carefully, but there was no need to."

The voices and thoughts of the three people mixed together, making a sharp hiss. The Red Evil Spirit clapped his hands happily and laughed:

"Tudor, Pound, I can't help laughing!"

"This bloodline is only in form. It's like fire when you first put it in your mouth, but it's not that hot when it passes through your throat. When it enters your stomach, you can't feel anything anymore. When you savor it, it just feels bland."

Edward listened with great interest as the three of them expressed their joy at finally being freed from their captivity after being imprisoned for a thousand years. They enthusiastically praised the eighteen generations of Adam, Amon, Antigonus, Bethel Abraham, and Arista Tudor in their hunter-like speeches. The basement was filled with a happy atmosphere. After a few minutes, their emotions calmed down. Medici tossed his hair and gave Edward a look:
"Where to go now?"

"Aurora Society." Medici was immediately happy, and the other two conquerors began to face death again. The basement without a door was open like this, and the demons and evil spirits walked through the corridor full of historical relics, walked out of the underground building, and walked along the brand new cement steps to the building on the ground.

Amon, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with some pearls and sapphires, heard the footsteps and immediately put away all his treasures.

When Medici, wearing bloodstained black and red armor and with his cheeks and part of his skin rotten and blackened to reveal his bones, emerged from the basement, Amon found that he did not have any extra thoughts.

Instead, Medici took the initiative and gave a malicious greeting. A cluster of flames appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Amon's face and clothes. The heat wave came towards him, and Amon stole the flame and returned it to Medici.

After missing the target, the Red Angel retracted the flame and looked at Edward in surprise: "I didn't expect you, a demon, to be quite capable. How did you manage to cooperate with this thing and the Lord at the same time? Or did He get bored and sneak out here on his own? I don't think He is so easy to deal with."

Edward did not answer directly: "This is not He, this is him."

"Him?" Medici raised his eyebrows. He looked at Amon, who made a face at him and then left the mansion and returned to the carriage. He finally realized that the other party seemed to be quite different from the Ammons in his memory. He smiled even more unexpectedly, "Interesting, this is indeed very interesting!"

"how did you do it?"

"No comment."

They got on the carriage while talking. Edward still occupied one side. The Red Angel looked around, smiled, and sat next to Amon, squeezing with him maliciously. Amon, who was still thinking about how to get along with Medici, was a little annoyed. For a while, flames and bugs flew in the carriage, and theft and fraud were all the same. From the outside, the windows disappeared from time to time and flashed bright flames, as if entering a fire scene or an alchemy furnace.

After a few minutes, the carriage leisurely arrived at the location of the Aurora Society's base. Medici, whose shoulder armor had moved to his knees and wrist armor had turned into curtains, jumped out of the carriage impatiently. He got lost for half a minute under the residual influence, and after turning around the carriage five or six times, he gave a thumbs up to Amon, whose clothes and hair were burnt, and laughed:

"You're very interesting! You can laugh, you can also have a straight face, you can express anger, and you can be affected by my provocation. You're much more interesting than your original self!"

Amon responded sharply: "You are restless right after you came out. You are so energetic, you should be locked up for thousands more years."

"You're right, but your skills are too shallow. Little crow, if you want to talk back with depth, you have to learn more from me."

Medici gave a few words of encouragement, then looked carefully at the ruins in front of him, and spread his hands with an innocent look on his face:
"You mean taking me to the Aurora Club, right?"

“Which construction site is this?”

Edward did not answer. He looked back and forth at the fenced-off ruins of the Aurora Society base below, and after confirming that there were no Aurora Society members around except the Mechanical Heart members, the Nighthawks, the Red Gloves, the Mandated Punishers, and the Archbishop of Night, he hissed softly.

Medici stood by with his arms folded, reaching out to grab Amon, who ignored him and didn't speak, but was easily dodged by the other party with a trick, and then stole a tile from under his feet and put it under the other foot. Medici, who randomly possessed a hunter's collection, shook his body, and laughed instead of being angry, and became more curious about this very different Amon clone.

"...Yes, the Aurora Society."

Edward muttered to himself, and then suddenly realized something. He grabbed Medici and Amon in each hand and teleported directly to his doorstep through the spiritual world.

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5 King Street, Cherwood.

Three figures suddenly appeared on the side of the road, but it was almost one in the morning, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

As Medici looked at the villa with interest, Edward walked to the door and opened it.

More than a hundred people standing or sitting in the lobby on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor of the room all turned their heads and looked at Him.

The Angel of the Abyss slammed the door shut. Two seconds later, He opened it again, and more than a hundred people were still staring at Him.

"This isn't 'I'm going to come over to your place.'"

There was a hint of anger in the demon's voice: "Is the Aurora Club moving? I need an explanation."

The Dark Saint came up quickly and whispered in his ear:

"This evening, our base was attacked by the Three Gods Church. We were almost unable to resist this sudden attack. In order to save our lives, the Lord instructed us to take refuge with you."

The three gods took action at this time? Was it because I accidentally participated in the incident? But even if I didn't participate, this matter would definitely be blamed on foreign spies or domestic cults in the end...

Edward thought about it, and suddenly thought of something very important: the Aurora Society's base was destroyed, and the three gods should have more or less seen the murals in their newly built church. Perhaps the Goddess of Night and the Tyrant should have some speculations about the current situation of the True Creator. Combined with some secret changes of the Aurora Society and their low-key way of action, it is easy to come to the conclusion that "the True Creator's condition has improved."

...Hehe, in this case, the tyrant's position will be difficult to estimate. I don't know what choice the night will make. Of course, it also depends on who sees the mural first...If I were the tyrant, I would destroy it immediately and not let the people of the Church of Night see it, and then secretly increase the crackdown on the Aurora Society. After all, there are many kinds of blasphemous murals...If the people of the Goddess of Night see it first, it will be more interesting. There are only 18 years left. If "God" is not born, there will be no chance to be born. This will probably be a good show, but as an enemy, I still hope that the relatively brainless and magnanimous tyrant will see it first.

However, the most important thing is that just because church members saw it doesn’t mean God saw it too. Believers are ignorant of certain secret histories and may not know the tsunamis that these murals may bring...When these ordinary things are reported to the Pope, how many details will be left?

The devil showed a gloating expression on his face. Then, he felt something and looked towards a shadow in the corner of the second floor.

An indistinct child stood there and looked into His eyes, then walked to the door of his study room as if he knew the way there well and blended in.

TBC
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* Unified reply: Edward, who had a little bit of love budding, was killed by Decline not long after Adela's death. The gentle gentleman Lao Ai who followed was played by Decline himself in a department.

*A passage that the author of this text is very satisfied with: the three evil spirits mock the descendants of Tudor.

(If they are all evil spirits, why bother with group crosstalk? They just come out to scare people and eat man-eating sharks.)
By the way, the fact that comments are not displayed is a recent maintenance bug of Qidian. It lasted for about a week. I think everyone is really cute when I saw readers rushing to post first at 8 or 9 in the evening (. So don’t think that your comments have been swallowed or deleted. Don’t post ten times in a row, and don’t post while revising. I saw so many duplicate comments in the background, which really made my scalp numb…

Well...that reader, after reading your comment, I think you may have some problems with certain concepts or understanding of this article.

Thank you for your feedback. Without changing the plot and expression, I will consider the future East District related content more carefully.

However, what is the enterprise-level understanding of Decline worshipping Capital, because this book only appeared once? That is Decline using human concepts to educate Richard, which is teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, not something He advocates. Richard has the budding of thought and the possibility of taking this path, so Decline uses these sociology and social ideology-related works as teaching materials to educate him. Did you see that when He educated Amon, he used these mythological creatures that he didn't need to understand at all?

To be honest, the old civilization is just one of the many civilization records He has collected. Compared with the current world, it seems okay. I can’t even say I like it, let alone worship it.

There is also the correctness of Edward's behavior. This... From the text, Old Love did kill a lot of guilty people, but the logic is this, the heinous crime = death, Old Love killed them ≠ execution of justice (not following the law and eating people at will can't be justice), it's just that the small evil was swallowed by the greater evil. I never emphasized correctness, it just seems to be justice because the people who died these times were all guilty.

At this time, you should silently recite "Old Ai's massacre killed 1.5 million people", "Tingen died more than 4,000 people", "Dunn is also dead", "There are many innocent victims that we don't know about" to regain consciousness.

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