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

Chapter 136 Chatting at the Aurora Club
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There are five people in front of me. This one is a hunter, and these four are also hunters.

——Amon: Revisiting the Old Place
The four hunters standing on one side were all covered in dirt, with curly hair and irregular burn marks on their clothes and skin. One of them, who looked the most seriously injured, had a broken mouth with blood on it.

They were all carrying at least twenty sandbags, and Amon noticed that the Aurora Society’s magical item “Forbidden Lock” had imposed the law of “weakening mystery and enhancing reality” on this open space. With both sides refusing to resist, the five hunters were all equally suppressed to the level of Sequence 6, giving them ample freedom to fight each other.

Even though he was a High Sequence, he has now lost his High Sequence power, and only his enhanced body remains.

Medici crossed his legs and saw Amon, raised his eyebrows and whistled as a greeting.

Amon walked closer and took a closer look, and immediately discovered the differences between the four hunters from the Iron Cross: the most seriously injured hunter with a high nose and blue eyes had sweat on his face, but not much, and his expression was restrained and angry, but he was carrying the sandbag without any effort. He should be the leader of this team, a demigod-level strongman.

The Red Angel escaped, but "his strength is only about that of an angel" is a huge embellishment. Medici's actual combat power should be higher than Sequence 3 and less than Sequence 2. This is the best case scenario when both Soran and Einhorn are willing to cooperate.

The Iron Cross is also an organization that believes in the true Creator, and should have specific internal information. For example, the Red Angel's total combat power is only around Sequence 3, and it still needs to negotiate with the other two.

The Dark Saint's expression was very calm. He introduced in Amon's ear:
"Your Highness Amon, the person standing in the first row is one of the leaders of the Iron Cross, and the leader of this audience. His name is Tony Twain, and he is a 'War Bishop'."

And there's actually a demigod in the team that's "audienced" with the Red Angel. It's hard not to feel that a Hunter-limited victory is about to happen.

War Bishop? A Sequence 3 of the Hunter Path, stronger than the Dark Saint, and with his own mid-sequence subordinates... This War Bishop was very courageous and aggressive, and his intentions were obvious.

The Dark Saint thought in his heart: These damned thugs, with their ability to stir up trouble, our underground base on the fourth floor might explode before the church can siege us. If the Lord hadn't allowed us to get along well, I would have kicked them out the next day!

Amon ignored the rich and intense inner thoughts of the Dark Saint. He took a closer look at the injured War Bishop and formed a new assessment of the power of Medici and the Red Evil Spirit.

Even with enhanced reality, he was able to injure the hostile Sequence 3. Medici had at least recovered his Sequence 3 strength. All he needed was a team and the cooperation of two others to raise his combat power to the angel level.

Medici, who was sitting leisurely on the steel structure, noticed Amon's eyes, laughed maliciously twice, then picked up something from his hand and threw it into the open space.

The thing hit the ground with a slight "click". Amon took a closer look and found that it was a broken tooth stained with blood.

The Dark Saint uttered the same malicious sneer as the Red Angel.

Tony Twain's face flushed red instantly, and he pursed his lips hard to cover up the blood at the corner of his mouth. However, due to the "weakening of mystery and enhancement of reality", his broken tooth should not have been able to repair itself, and soon blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth again.

"Amon, you should learn from him!"

The Red Angel's laughter echoed in the ears of all the hunters in the open space, with a strong defense-breaking ability.

"His ambition is to become the new 'War Angel'!"

He jumped down from the steel structure roof, walked leisurely to Amon's side, and stretched out his big hand to grab Amon's shoulder.

However, Amon was still naturally wary of Medici, not to mention that the other party was suspected of consuming the Sequence 3 characteristic and regaining some strength. He quietly played a stealing distance fraud target, changed the Red Angel's shoulder-to-shoulder target to the Dark Sage, and moved three meters to the left. Unexpectedly, the Red Angel just shook off the fraud, strode directly to Amon's new position, and grabbed Amon's shoulder at the right time.

Facing Amon's surprised expression, Medici's left cheek opened into a mouth.

Soran teased: "You shouldn't just defraud Medici!"

Medici also echoed: "Yes, this is the time when you can be useful."

After saying that, He dragged Amon around and turned around, facing the aspiring people of the Iron-Blooded Cross, and teased him unceremoniously: "This kid came with great momentum, and his subordinates were also full of energy and spirit."

"As for now..."

"Shut up!" The war bishop with a red face carrying a sandbag finally couldn't help but roared.

"Look, how energetic." Medici turned around and waved to the Dark Saint, "Everyone, do another 5,000 squats."

"Yes." The Dark Saint tried hard to keep his mouth tight.

"When this guy arrived, he announced: 'Old man, you should give way to the newcomers!' Then he challenged me openly. I like such ambitious guys. It's fun to mess with them."

Medici laughed heartily a few times and pointed his finger at Tony Twain without hesitation. Although Medici himself also had a lot of wounds on his body, unlike the other party's embarrassment, these scars just set off the fierce and flamboyant temperament that Medici exuded.

"How about this? If you have the guts, let's go and kill your original body, right?"

At such a close distance, Amon quickly noticed that there was something wrong with Medici's wounds. Not only was his skin pale, there was no blood in the wounds, and there were actually gears and springs under the broken skin.

"This body is a puppet, commissioned by a craftsman, and its capacity is limited."

He yawned, a little dissatisfied with the craftsman's workmanship: "That guy is probably not yet a demigod, and the things he made can't withstand my use. I should just grab the body of a demigod hunter and let him transform it for me."

Soran suddenly appeared again: "Don't rob my family, the others don't matter!"

Medici held the left side of his mouth and laughed loudly, "How many demigods are there in the Sauron family now? They have been dogs of the Eternal Sun for more than a thousand years, and after being overthrown, they can't even restore the throne. They are just trying to get in the way of the Eternal Sun! I might as well go and rob the Einhorn family!"

Another conqueror emerged on the right and joined the conversation coldly: "I have no opinion."

"I made Einhorn an angel family, and they fought for the family until the very end. Now that my descendants have become royals, they should repay me for the kindness I have shown them."

"Heh, then I take the body of your descendant. You have the best adaptability, so you can use it to compete with me for dominance?" Medici gritted his teeth and forced the right side of his mouth back. "Dream on. It's not your turn to command me."

Amon didn't care much about Medici's evil spirit bickering, and didn't want to know how Medici defeated this 3 and 4 6. He tried to retreat tactically like Zaratul being grabbed by Edward, wanting to stay away from that handsome face. At the same time, Amon secretly adjusted the target of the deception and found that only when the target was selected as the "Red Evil Spirit" could Medici be accurately affected.

However, Medici was well prepared and constantly strengthened his understanding of the surrounding things to resist fraud. He even established a "mind link" with Amon first. They are now of similar strength, but due to the difference in status, Amon was forced to be pulled into Medici's communication range after deceiving the linked object twice.

As soon as Medici connected with Amon's soul, he was happy: "Red subordinate group of war? What is that? I won't tell you."

Amon's expression twisted. For the first time, he felt the same way as the person whose heart he had stolen.

"What's wrong, little crow? Are you not going to continue cheating?"

"Heh, I was pulled into your mind link, and to a certain extent, I share your status and authority. If I deceive 'Medici' now, I will also be deceived..." Amon saw through the trick, snorted coldly, and finally decided to speak, "I am not here to see you, Medici, I am here to see my father. I am about to go on a long journey, and I want to say goodbye to my father."

"How strange."

When it came to talking about the real Creator, Medici restrained himself a little. He was able to hear a true "farewell" from a creature like Amon in his lifetime, and Medici became more and more fond of this individual. A bunch of words rolled around the corners of his mouth for two circles, and the Red Angel finally said only this: "The Lord has not been seen recently, and I can't see him either. You can try to pray."

After saying that, Medici loosened his hand and severed the mental connection. Amon immediately stole the distance and moved out horizontally, walking towards the mansion without looking back.

The Dark Saint also temporarily withdrew, saying that he would come back to supervise the hunters to do another 5,000 squats. Seeing that the two had gone far away, Medici smacked his lips in boredom, turned around and returned to the hunters.

Tony Twain stared at Medici's back and was startled when he saw him suddenly turn around. The two men looked at each other, and Twain not only did not retreat, but glared back with an even more ferocious look.

Medici looked at him with interest: "Not convinced?"

As He spoke, He slowly came to him and said, "I thought the Lord had prepared an excellent army for me, but I didn't expect it to be a group of arrogant brats."

"You are obviously going too far!" The War Bishop roared, but unfortunately, in the "augmented reality" environment, being able to carry forty sandbags without falling was already his limit. He couldn't even stand up. He could only use his eyes as a weapon, "If we fight one-on-one..."

"If you lose, you lose. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Medici raised his hand, and his wrist separated in the middle. The parts moved smoothly and reorganized. His palm opened, and his forearm instantly became twice as thick as before, turning into a black gun barrel, with a dangerous yellow light brewing at the muzzle of his palm.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Tony Twain's face. Medici, admiring the other's frightened and forbearing expression, could not help but sneer, "I should really thank that little craftsman. His ingenious ideas have helped me a lot."

"It's better to be beaten than to be out-skilled. You didn't fight me fairly when you brought your subordinates to challenge me, did you?"

Medici, who had a Gatling gun in his left hand and a cannon in his right hand, was in a good mood and his words became more and more merciless:
"Don't be so arrogant with your ability. Instead of dreaming of building the world you want where Beyonders control everything, you should be more pragmatic and digest the conspirators again as soon as possible."

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After waiting for an entire afternoon, the ingredients finally arrived, and Klein immediately began to mix the potion. After successfully mixing it, he took the bottle of "Faceless Man" potion and walked steadily back to the second floor, entering the bedroom with the curtains already drawn.

After locking the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and calmed his slightly agitated and anxious mood with the help of meditation. After sitting for more than ten seconds, Klein unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his right hand, and suddenly poured all the potion into his mouth.

A slightly tingling feeling reverberated in his mouth and esophagus, eventually fermenting into paralysis that made people lose consciousness.

Klein's spirit seemed to be withdrawn from his body. As a bystander, he saw that his mouth was melting, his nose was melting, his ears were melting, his eyes were melting, and his whole face was melting!
In just two or three seconds, his face and head turned into white wax that had been burned by fire. His body also had similar abnormalities, and his bones and skin seemed to be dissolving in the blood.

No, we can't let this situation develop! Klein knew that if he couldn't control himself, he would be on the verge of losing control at any time.

As a "bystander", he tried hard to bring his thoughts back to his body, tried hard to visualize the image of layers of superimposed light balls, and tried hard to maintain a meditative state.

After brief but repeated attempts, he finally felt his body again, and tried his best to control every tiny part in order to stand firm on the final bottom line.

Melting and dissolving came again and again. Klein didn't know how long he had held on. Finally, he waited for it to end and regained the feeling that his body belonged to him.

At this moment, he knew that he had finally passed that threshold, entered Sequence 6, and became the "Faceless Man"!
Klein didn't sweat, but he felt extremely tired. He barely stood up and walked to the full-length mirror, trying to observe what he looked like now.

Under the light of the gas fireplace, he took two steps back suddenly, making the ground clatter with his feet.

The scene in the mirror was extremely horrifying!
Klein saw that his face and exposed skin were covered with dense, light-colored granulations. This would make any normal creature feel numb all over and subconsciously resist just by looking at it. The more timid ones might even lose their minds.

I know how to act, and I have completely digested the "Magician" potion. It is quite difficult for me to advance to Sequence 6. I am only two or three steps away from losing control. I don't know how much risk those Beyonders who have accumulated time and are barely qualified to take the corresponding potion will bear. The probability of failure is definitely not low... No wonder Sequence 7 is more common in major churches, serving as relatively grassroots captains and bishops, and when it comes to Sequence 6, the number of people begins to decline sharply... Klein closed his eyes and stepped back to sit on the chair.

He used the method of "meditation" to restrain his overflowing spirituality and recover from fatigue.

After about ten minutes, all the disgusting granulations on his body disappeared and merged into his flesh and blood.

Huh, Klein exhaled and walked back to the full-length mirror, looking at himself with a beard.

Suddenly, the beards began to wriggle, and the flesh and skin began to change strangely, like half-dissolved wax.

In just a second or two, Klein returned to his previous appearance: black hair, brown eyes, ordinary features, a clean face, deep contours, and a slightly thin body.

He stared at his past self quietly, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his face.

With a light touch, Klein's face changed again. He had a high nose bridge, very thin lips, a handsome look with a hint of delicateness, and an unconcealable pride between his eyebrows. It was the vampire Emlyn White.

A little short... He laughed at himself.

At this moment, the bones and ligaments in his body made snapping sounds, and his whole body suddenly jumped up a lot taller. From the appearance, he was no different from Emlyn White.

I found that I could accurately recall the appearance and temperament of every person I knew, and grasp their unique scent... Klein's pores moved, his body changed accordingly, and his smell changed accordingly.

He once again looked into the full-length mirror, letting his hairline slowly recede and the color of his eyes turn into a deep gray.

Silently, Dunn Smith seemed to appear in front of him again, staring at the team member who was always reporting abnormalities.

After exhaling slowly, Klein returned to his original appearance, but the corners of his mouth were still curled up.

He thought for a moment, took a few steps back and wiped his face with his right hand.

When he looked in the mirror again, he saw a middle-aged gentleman with brown hair and dark eyes. The gentleman stared at him coldly, with a hint of a cold smile on his lips.

It really works, it's so similar... Klein felt his hair tingling and tried hard to control the urge to step back, even though he knew very well that the Edward Vaughn without glasses in the mirror was not himself.

It’s just a superficial change, not involving the essence. I can only imitate temperament... Also, I can only grow taller or shorter by 10 centimeters at present. It’s difficult to exceed this range... Also, the size of the head is also limited. I can’t simulate a half-giant head like Father Utravsky’s... Also, I can only observe the target’s appearance and temperament characteristics instantly, and I can’t know what he is doing. It’s easy to be exposed when I meet an "audience" like Miss Justice... Haha, in the "clown" stage, it was the "clown" who restrained the "audience", but in the "faceless man" stage, I was restrained by the "audience". It’s interesting...

Thinking of this, Klein stopped changing and returned to the image of Sherlock Moriarty.

Divination, fighting, and the magician's extraordinary abilities have all been enhanced, but the exact extent of the improvement must be confirmed through practice. I will take some time to go to the Krag Club tomorrow... Klein took a final look and went downstairs to clean up the mess.

After finishing his work, he quickly washed up and got into bed.

Lying there, looking at the crimson moonlight coming in through the window, he felt a little more confident and gradually became calm and peaceful.

After a few minutes, Klein slowly closed his eyes, smiled, and said to himself:
"Good night, faceless man."

TBC
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I have a dream. Let hunters fight with modern weapons.

Gunpowder weapons must be very suitable for hunters. When the ammunition is empty, you can just throw it in someone's face and detonate it to use it as a bomb, but the cost is a bit high.

War Bishop - Tony Twain: One of the leaders of the Iron Cross that hunts down Ince Zangwill.

(End of this chapter)