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

Chapter 208 Falling from the sky
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At the same time, in the darkness of the night, Colonel Alfred Hall and a small group of men were galloping along the road towards the nearest port.

This team consisted of only more than twenty people, guarding a carriage, on which sat the governor whom they had rescued at great risk.

They ran out from the hidden door of the Governor's Palace, put the terrified Governor into the car, and fled without stopping.

Colonel Hall, the leader of the team, had sweat dripping from his forehead, which was blown away by the cold evening wind. This morning, General Amyrius Levitt had just arrived here, and in the early hours of the morning, he and his men had to rely on this military private port to escape.

His good friend, Major Pagani, was also beside him, holding the reins with one hand and holding down his hat with the other.

"Will Admiral Levitt be okay?" Pagani asked anxiously while riding on his horse.

Alfred looked straight ahead: "This is not something we should consider."

"The order given to us by the Admiral is to escort the Governor away safely."

"Damn it, how can you always stay so calm? Doesn't this make me look like a loser?" Pagani made a joke with a pale face, barely livening up the atmosphere. After all, in the battle between demigods, the two of them, the Mid-Sequence Beyonders, were completely useless.

The gas lamps on this street were still on, and the light dispelled the fear in Alfred's heart.

No one spoke for a while, and the sound of chaotic horse hooves echoed on the road in the early morning.

He took the time to look back and saw that everyone was doing their job, quietly and steadily. It seemed like a team with pretty good quality.

Alfred was a little surprised. He vaguely remembered that the soldiers he came with had many shortcomings when they set out from the northern continent, because many of them were low-level nobles or sons of merchants who wanted to gild themselves or gain experience. They would take the opportunity to find street girls and drink alcohol when they stopped at the port, and there would be occasional quarrels on the ship. He thought that this group of low-quality soldiers would do whatever they wanted in the colony, but after arriving in the colony, these chaos were significantly reduced.

He hadn't paid much attention during this period, but he had already trained so well.

When Alfred turned around to look at the others, Pagani beside him was also looking at him. Pagani's body was facing forward, but his head was strangely turned to the side and back, staring at Alfred without blinking, eerie and terrifying.

Alfred turned back and he turned back too.

"How long have we been going?" he asked after a moment.

The blond colonel narrowed his eyes: "About ten minutes."

"It will be soon." Pagani said casually, "There are only ten minutes left..."

suddenly.

The gas street lamps began to flicker.

A strange aura swirled around, and it seemed to be chasing after the team from behind. The clean black night seemed to be suddenly filled with fog, gloomy and cold, revealing an indescribable eeriness.

"Damn, something's wrong." Pagani's face changed.

"Don't stop, keep moving forward." Alfred also looked solemn.

The two Middle-Sequence Beyonders looked around but saw nothing.

Their vision was obstructed and they could not see anything beyond five meters, but the darkness around them seemed to be pressing in towards them, and the light of the gas lamp became dimmer and almost went out.

This may be because the pursuers are higher in rank than them, or it may be because they are not good at dealing with the enemy's extraordinary abilities.

"It's the Spiritual Cult that's chasing us." Pagani's face changed slightly. "These sneaky guys must be them. Assholes, the Spiritual Cult actually took the opportunity to capture the city and even caught up with us? That native leader must be a traitor! They colluded with each other a long time ago!"

The low- and medium-sequence "Judge" paths had no obvious restraint on Beyonder abilities such as spirits, and while they were not restrained, they also had no effective means of repelling the enemy. This was normal, but this obstruction of vision was actually a reminder of the danger.

"No one has caught up yet."

Although some extraordinary powers were present, no one died, and no monsters or corpses appeared, proving that the pursuers were strong and very far away. Alfred felt a little more relaxed and continued to ride forward.

The road is not too long, but it will still take some time.

Continue forward for a moment.

The surrounding environment became increasingly dim, and the light was getting worse. The gas street lamps could no longer illuminate the surrounding environment. Only the lanterns carried by the team had some light, and everywhere else was dark. Even the trees on the roadside could not be seen clearly, and only a black outline could be seen.

"The Spiritual Cult is trying to stop us from escaping." Alfred said slowly after observing the surrounding situation.

Pagani nodded grimly. "Tsk, what do they want to do? Catching us all in one fell swoop?"

Alfred did not answer. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward, exuding a majestic and irresistible aura:

"Extraordinary interference is prohibited here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness in front and on the sides receded like a tide, and the extinguished gas street lamps seemed to be freed from some restraint and lit up one after another. The surrounding environment became clear again, and the trees on the roadside appeared in everyone's sight.

But the good times didn't last long. After just ten seconds, darkness came again and the environment became dangerous again.

“It works, but it’s not the solution.”

Pagani suddenly gritted his teeth and said to Alfred, "If we don't stop the man behind us, we will be delayed forever, or even deviate from the route and be caught up by the pursuers and die in vain."

As he spoke, he pulled the reins and the horse began to move to the side, closer to the edge of darkness.

"Come back, Pagani!" Alfred was moved. "The two of us have enough spiritual energy to last for the remaining ten minutes."

Pagani asked back, "Can you promise, Alfred?"

As if to confirm his words, at the end of the team, a cavalryman was caught up by the darkness, and the lantern in his hand quickly went out. After a while, there were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the darkness.

Alfred looked grim and remained silent.

Pagani smiled bitterly, "See."

"It's useless to run away. The pursuer has us. But he doesn't dare to get close. He can only slowly nibble at us from behind, which proves that he is not very strong."

Alfred Hall did not speak again. He was a man who knew when to advance and when to retreat. He would not rely on luck, nor would he use luck to comfort others. At this moment, facing his friend's words, he could not find any words to respond.

"Live." This was all Alfred said in the end.

Pagani smiled easily and did not answer. He pulled the reins hard and left the team, and one-third of the cavalry followed suit. They stopped silently by the roadside and were quickly passed by Alfred.

A second before being swallowed by darkness, Pagani raised his arms and waved as a farewell.

Then, he jumped off the horse easily, jumped hard on the ground, and shouted like Alfred, "Extraordinary abilities are prohibited from interfering here!", lighting up a small area, and then a knight fell off his horse, and the body wrapped in light armor fell to the ground with a dull sound.

A member of the Spiritual Cult walked out of the darkness with a face as pale as a corpse. He had already received the news and knew that the officer in front of him was the accomplice, so he naturally fought with him face to face and the two sides fought back and forth.

After repeating this several times, the voices of Alfred's team had completely faded away.

"It's best to leave here. If I follow them back to Loen, my disguise will definitely be discovered."

Pagani - the "faceless puppet" - turned around on the spot and kicked a small stone away. He adjusted his collar. The extraordinary characteristics that originally belonged to "Pagani" were hidden in him, so he could use some of the abilities of the "Judge".

The member of the Spirit Cult looked at the manipulated corpse of the Extraordinary with great curiosity. He was curious as to why the body of this dead Extraordinary was still alive, and wanted to know the difference between this ability to manipulate corpses and his own ability to control corpses... In short, he wanted to take the "Faceless Puppet" back for a closer study.

Pagani sensed a looming threat, turned his head cautiously, and stared at the other party:

"I brought him here."

"I should go now."

After saying this, one of the knights' helmet automatically fell off his head, revealing the Governor's face.

He looked disturbed and seemed to have fallen into a coma, but there was no doubt that he had survived.

After the Spiritual Cult member confirmed his identity with a photo, he politely made way, and Pagani walked around him and ran away quickly without riding a horse.

After walking a few meters, he looked back vigilantly, then suddenly fell to the ground, without a breath, and turned into a corpse.

The "faceless puppet" lifted the corpse's head, crawled out from the collar, and ran away with a clatter.

……

"No one is catching up..."

Alfred kept looking back. After passing that section, the phenomenon of surging darkness actually improved significantly. The lights slowly came on, the road became clearly visible, and the danger was gradually moving away.

The pursuers were stopped.

Likewise, Pagani didn't catch up.

Alfred's face was heavy and expressionless, as if he had turned into an emotionless escort robot.

About five minutes later, he saw the lights of the port reception. "Governor, we are at the port," he said immediately.

No sound came from the carriage.

Alfred's heart skipped a beat, and a horrible guess suddenly emerged in his mind. He immediately ordered the team to stop, he dismounted, strode to the carriage, and pulled the door outward with force!
The person sitting in the carriage was not the governor, but a strange corpse that had been dead for a long time!

Alfred's pupils suddenly shrank and he almost fell.

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Its daybreak.

After a night of chaos, Aldra had become a dead city, with mutilated corpses wandering on the roads and no living people in sight.

Edward looked into the distance, made a pistol gesture, pointed it in a distant direction, and said, "Bang."

The thunder and lightning and dark clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared.
He moved his arm slightly again and pointed the gun in another direction very close.

Just as he was about to speak, a person suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the muzzle of the gun:

"No need to kill him."

Edward shifted his gaze to the stranger standing in front of him and asked without surprise, "Is it bad?"

"Amyrius Levitt's arrival was an accident. I didn't intend for him to die here as well." The pale corpse with dead eyes said calmly, "Negan died in a sneak attack, and Javier was killed by Amyrius. That's enough."

"..." Edward slowly lowered his arm, but his eyes were still looking in that direction, "I don't have the habit of letting people who are not in the plan live. He will die, but not now."

"Alright."

The corpse had no objection to this statement. He just needed Amyrius to pass on the information about Aldra.

"You can now tell me where S'ea might be."

The corpse replied: "West Balam, Kukwa in Uttar Pradesh."

Not too far, about a hundred kilometers as the crow flies. Edward asked, "What kind of sacrifice is it?"

"I don't have detailed information." The corpse said, "But the Rose School has invited the Spiritual Cult to participate."

"Oh, it seems that the local cult is very confident that they can afford to host members of the Spiritual Cult." Edward said, "Since you said that is the most likely place for Sua to appear, I believe you."

"It's a pleasure to work with you." The corpse said calmly, "If there is another deal, Mirella will come to you."

Edward smiled and said, "You don't need to tell me his name. He is a demigod without any characteristics. No matter how many times you tell me, I will forget him. Unless he becomes an angel... By the way."

"Your friend mentioned the artificial death sect to me during our conversation. I found it very interesting. Do you really think they awaken the death through prayers and rituals?"

The corpse was silent for a long time this time, and finally shook his head: "No."

"Not only do I not believe it, on the contrary, I am very skeptical."

Seeing that “He” was willing to reveal more inside information, Edward continued to verify his guess: “Oh, why do you say that?”

"My ancestor, Azik Eggers, is still alive. This involves a secret of my clan, but I can be sure that before Azik Eggers wakes up, the great god of death is still sleeping soundly and will not respond to anyone."

In the distant city, there was a slight fluctuation in the iceberg-like voice of the "Pale Queen" behind the gauze curtain.

"So, I'm very suspicious about who responded to them..."

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly: "Perhaps it is indeed the remnant of the 'God of Death' that has come to life."

"This is the best answer, but it's bad enough." The corpse said no more, the control line broke, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell at Edward's feet.

Edward kicked him to the side with his foot, and after standing there waiting for a while, the sound of brisk running was heard again. The little wooden man appeared not far away, ran all the way over, grabbed Edward's trouser leg and climbed up, and finally got into the pocket of his windbreaker.

Edward patted his pockets, then turned around and left this completely dead city.

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Oravi Naval Base.

"Still looking? We've already searched three times."

A blond soldier yawned and followed his companions reluctantly.

His companion was full of energy, walking back and forth on the grass:
"It can't be wrong. I saw a meteor last night, and it fell right here."

The blond soldier didn't take it seriously: "It's just a broken rock that fell down. What's the point of picking it up? Don't waste too much time. Morning exercises are about to begin. The general might come to inspect today."

"There's still time. I'll take another look. If I don't find any, I'll leave. Meteorites are very expensive, and many private collectors are willing to bid for them." The companion was still eager to try. "Some special meteorites are even purchased by the church, and I heard that the quality of meteorite iron is very good..."

"Acquired by the church?" The blond asked curiously, "What kind of special talent can be acquired by the church?"

"I don't know, I just heard it." The companion looked around for a while, and suddenly looked in a certain direction, "There is a trace there!"

He ran towards a wasteland, and the yellow-haired man had to follow him. When they entered the wasteland, he suddenly shivered.

“Was this originally a wasteland…?”

The blond man muttered to himself and looked around uneasily. He found that the wasteland he was in was neither big nor small, a circle of more than 20 meters in radius. There were wild grasses growing all around it, but this place had nothing on it, as if it had been carefully trimmed.

Will someone come to mow the grass here? The yellow-haired man became more and more uneasy, and he had to look for his companion's back. Just then he heard his companion shout:
"it's here!"

He was not far away, squatting on the ground, leaving his back to the yellow-haired soldier, blocking what the other party was observing.

"Here we go, take it and leave quickly."

The yellow-haired man walked over quickly and stood behind him. He saw a depression the size of an iron basin in front of them, with a fist-sized stone in the middle. Before it landed, the stone should have been even bigger, covered with mysterious light green lines, and looked like a work of art. The yellow-haired man was attracted by it, and suddenly he could understand those collectors who bought meteorites.

"I feel like it can be sold for a good price." The companion said happily and reached out to take it.

"Okay, then I'll be leaving first." The yellow-haired soldier yawned again, turned around and prepared to leave. He opened his eyes and suddenly found that the place where he was standing was a little strange, as if... it was the center of this wasteland.

No, it should be said that the meteorite fell in the center of the wasteland, and I just happened to be standing here!

A meteorite that can turn the surrounding grass into a wasteland? The yellow-haired man turned back quickly, wanting to remind his companions to throw away the stone, but when he turned around, he found that there was nothing behind him.

The companion disappeared.

The meteorite left that groove.

The blond's pupils shrank slightly, and he said to himself in a relaxed manner: "Maybe he left first..."

In fact, the surrounding weeds were less than waist-high, making it impossible to hide anyway.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he pretended to be calm and walked away slowly, holding the holy emblem of the Lord of Storms hanging on his collar tightly in his hand.

At this moment, he felt something under his feet. The yellow-haired soldier lowered his head and saw that he was stepping on a rotten and blackened bone, as if it had been buried in the soil for decades.

The shadow behind him slowly stood up, outlining a circle of green edge. The shadow stood up silently and stretched out his hand towards the soldier.

The blond soldier poked the bone with his toes in confusion, and the bone shattered, revealing a metal plate underneath.

The metal plate was severely rusted. He squatted down and saw a name engraved on it.

“E… K… S… ”

This was the name of his companion.

The companion who had just been talking to him now appeared before him in the form of a skeleton that had been dead for decades.

The blond soldier screamed and tried to stand up and run away in panic, but was horrified to find his own shadow standing there with his hands on his shoulders.

After a short scream, the wasteland returned to silence, and the scope seemed to have become a little larger.

An illusory shadow stood on the ground, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to disappear in the sunlight.

The only things on the ground were a few rotten bones and an iron plate.

TBC
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The double update is finished, I succeeded!
(End of this chapter)