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

Chapter 229 Leo Master

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The moonlight shone down, and the dark mausoleum seemed to be bleeding slowly.

Edward sat on the piano bench, unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of hot water, and talked to himself in the air.

"No, I really like this feeling. It's pleasant and beautiful to quietly listen to the footsteps of an era slowly approaching its demise."

“I am not the destination, I am just the process.”

Several black and white keys on the piano in front of Him automatically became concave, and the sound was extremely long, harsh, and discordant, making people feel inexplicably irritated.

"Not yet," Edward said. "I can sense a strong hatred, and a clear malicious intent."

The demon took another sip of hot water and tapped his fingers on the white keys.

"Roselle's hatred told me that He wanted to pull out every bone of mine and smash it, and wanted me to be burned alive or to survive after suffering all kinds of pain. He also used the ancient punishments of His homeland on me, such as being torn apart by a chariot, or being lingchi - that is a punishment of cutting off 3,000 pieces of flesh one by one, or to let me experience the pain of a child being killed. Haha, I feel that the child is suffering more than me."

"Sad news. His attachment to the world has now turned into hatred for me. He is crazy, but not out of control."

"But, um, I don't hate it."

"I would be disappointed if there was no ill intention. There is no point in provoking a good-tempered person. After all, the darkness in people's hearts is the soil for the devil to survive."

He turned over his palm and pulled out a long chestnut wavy hair from his sleeve. He wrapped the hair around his fingers in circles, then closed his eyes and searched spiritually for the stronghold and treasure house of the "Dawn of the Elements" related to Bernadette.

With a faint blue flame burning in his hair, he saw in his spiritual vision a rough sea and a palace hidden in the mist.

"Emerald City?"

"Misty Sea...hmm."

The island where the Emerald City is located, Lasha, is a small island that does not exist on the map. The residents living on it are all descendants of the people of Intis who escaped from the war with Bernadette.

This island is completely hidden by the magic of the "Mysterious Peeper". Finding a safe passage requires the fairy tale magic "Argonauts Ship", and opening the door to Lasha is the famous spell in "Arabian Nights": "Open Sesame".

"Arabian Nights... Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves." Edward read all the paths and opening methods, and burned the hair to ashes. The little dust fell to the ground. "It's great to be a generalist. Roselle has a rich collection of fairy tales and myths. It's a pity that Edward in the old days was not interested in these. But the more well-known fairy tale magic is enough."

Speed ​​is of the essence in war. My actions are faster than the ship. There is no need to recall the "Death Announcement". Let them continue to drift on the sea and see what Klein plans to do next.

A white key suddenly collapsed, making a strange high note.

"what?"

Edward immediately turned his head to look at the strange forest, only to hear a creepy roar that suddenly broke through the night of the island. The thin black that shrouded the place spread out, covering the entire open space and pulling it into the hands of the "Emperor".

Boom!

A loud noise that almost broke one's eardrums came from the direction of the mausoleum, as if the two tall and heavy stone doors had suddenly opened.

The huge dark green and almost black trees in the distance waved their branches, pulled out their roots one after another, and then, like humans, moved closer to where Edward was.

The entire primeval forest came "alive"!

A huge red dragon with flames flowing on its skin quickly flew high into the sky, and the eight-legged demon wolf began to run wildly among the trees... All the extraordinary and mutant creatures on the island became restless and headed towards the mausoleum.

Looking at the densely packed trees that almost blocked out the sky and the extraordinary creatures that were rushing madly from the depths of darkness, Edward moved his fingers and then fell silent.

Suddenly, His face became blurry and unfamiliar, as if the lining of a piece of clothing was suddenly turned outside. The outline did not change much, but the whole person's temperament changed abruptly. An ancient and cold breath emanated from Him, as if facing silence itself.

The decadent king stared at everything in front of him calmly, then blew gently.

As easy as blowing out a tiny candle.

call--

Strong winds blew in all directions.

Everything in front of him was like a lamp, and in an instant, its form was annihilated in the wind. In just a breath, the tree people who came over turned into dead rotten wood, falling down layer by layer. The extraordinary creatures that were running and roaring fell to the ground one after another. The giant dragon in the sky began to decay from the head, and when its wings turned into a skeleton, it fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The skeletons knelt at the feet of death, their scattered skeletons still covered with nerves, twitching and struggling instinctively under the control of their brains that were not completely dead.

Then, He looked at the two open doors in the depths of darkness and met the eyes of the man made of shadows.

His hand was on the piano, and everything else was distorted rapidly. The ground, trees, black stones, the surrounding space and the ground seemed like flat sheets of paper that were roughly crumpled into a ball by someone.

The Decayed King said nothing. He was not very talkative.

Strictly speaking, He prefers to be alone at this time, rather than holding a microphone to interview other gods about their feelings about dying. But when old friends meet, and it is likely to be the last time they meet, as a god with his own rules and sense of ritual, He still decides to say something.

He said, "Death will bring you back together."

Under the current circumstances, no words can bring the completely crazy god back to reason.

The "Black Emperor" is the most special god. As long as the polluted life dies, the pollution will be stopped, but he is always in the cycle of life and death. The pollution cannot disappear, the pain never stops, and the loneliness is endless.

The moment He became emperor, His power made Him immortal. The emperor was eternal, and only a new emperor could kill Him.

His sight passed through the heavy door of the mausoleum, broke through the blockade due to anger, and reached the outside world.

The majestic will of heaven has fallen, the bones are silent, and all mortals must kneel.

The decadent king quietly watched the emperor's surging anger. The black world separated two meters in front of him and merged behind him, like waves separated by reefs.

"Bury me on the mountain..."

“Looking back at my hometown.”

The keys of the piano in front of the Outer God sank automatically, as if an invisible hand was playing.

The heavy and sad song was sung by the alien in the most standard Chinese. The invisible melody was woven into a big net. The sound spread around with spirituality, gently and irresistibly enveloping the mausoleum in the center of the darkness.

"My hometown is invisible——"

"Never forget it!"

The furious and crazy shadow was struck by lightning, and the blood-red "eyes" all over his body twisted and fluctuated one by one. Unspeakable sorrow and pain gradually rose from his body. This strong feeling called "homesickness" gradually became stronger, competing with the anger.

It was as if the weight of an entire dead world was pressing down on it. The shadows gradually faded and the darkness began to retreat into the depths of the mausoleum.

Finally, the door slammed shut, and the moonlight covered it like a red veil.

When the dust settled, the "lining" was turned back again, revealing the surface of the clothes.

"It's really scary." Edward pretended to be frightened. He stuffed the piano and stool back into the cabinet, looked around, and then waved casually towards the sky.

His figure gradually faded, and he left the island from the spiritual world.

This inconspicuous polluted place returned to peace, with only the moonlight shining on everything living and dead.

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"German, if I capture the Immortal King and crossbreed it with my apple, will that solve the problem of my apple's short life span?"

Frank Lee stroked the red apple in his hand and said with a melancholy expression.

May death always favor your apple. Klein said calmly: "You have to be able to do it."

"He will definitely not agree and will plant me in the soil." Frank sighed, "My transformation technology is not perfect. A chicken can live for at least a year, but after it is transformed into an apple, its lifespan is only about two months, which is almost one tenth of the original lifespan."

"Ninety percent of it is lost during the process. How can we overcome this technical defect?"

I think it’s fine as it is now… I really believed you and thought you were making hybrid agricultural products… Klein replied seriously, “I hope you can improve your technology soon.”

Frank was encouraged: "...You are indeed a wise and far-sighted person. I am so lucky. After leaving the church, I finally met a few people I can confide in."

He kept his expression unchanged, did not explain anything, and turned his eyes away from the enthusiastic Frank, but happened to meet Anderson's eyes, who was setting a trap to catch some roasted chicken and apples to eat. Anderson smiled without embarrassment. It seems that the deliciousness of roasted chicken and apples is enough to offset the terrifying characteristics of being alive.

Klein clenched his fists to suppress the urge to twist his expression.

It was at this point that Frank Lee began enthusiastically promoting his other products:

"Mr. Sparrow, would you like a baked potato tonight?"

"It tastes like beef, it tastes like beef, but it's definitely potato."

Will I get sick if I eat this... beef stewed with potatoes... potatoes stewed with potatoes... Klein replied coldly:
"I don't eat midnight snacks."

"How about one of my grilled fish dishes for dinner? The red wine seared mullet is really good, and I also sell it on land."

Does anyone on land eat this? Klein maintained the coolness of a crazy adventurer: "White bread and roasted meat will be enough."

Frank was a little disappointed: "That's good, our chef is excellent."

Since arriving on the Future, Klein felt that his ability to complain had improved by leaps and bounds. He looked at the people busy on the deck and asked, "What are they preparing to do?"

At this time, the "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya, who had been busy in her room for the past few days, came out. The lady wore a pair of thick glasses on her nose, covering her mysterious deep purple eyes.

The unimaginable flying speed of the "Future" was obviously not Cattleya's own. She vaguely realized what was happening and chose to conceal it.

She glanced at Klein and said simply:
"Get ready, we are about to enter that sea area."

How far have we flown? Klein was stunned. It's less than half a day!
His original plan was to consult the "Snake of Fate" Will Auceptin through paper cranes after approaching this dangerous sea area, and learn the corresponding environmental conditions from Him. However, an accident happened and he met the "Immortal King" Agaritu. The "Future" arrived at the destination without giving him any buffer time.

……

In the crisis-ridden sea of ​​gods' wars, dangers are hidden at almost every step. After bypassing the giant breathing corpse and seeing the golden carriage flying out of the floating island, the "Future" finally advanced on a safe course for several hours.

Klein could occasionally see fires floating on the sea, but he did not find any signs of marine life, including mermaids.

Time passed by minute by minute, and just as Klein was about to leave the deck and head to the restaurant, he suddenly realized that the surroundings had suddenly become dark!
The sky, which had always been at noon, had lost its sunlight and was completely shrouded in thick darkness.

The change was so fast and so abrupt that Klein's first reaction was to wonder who turned off the lights!
Silently, the "Future" was covered with a layer of bright starlight, illuminating the road leading to everywhere.

The slightly magnetic voice of the Hermit Cattleya was amplified once again, echoing in everyone's ears: "Return to your room, or find a corner and fall asleep."

"Then wait for it to wake up naturally."

Frank's voice was like a giant bear roaring in the darkness: "What will happen if I don't sleep?"

"Then when others wake up, they will find that you have disappeared and will never be found again." Cattleya responded calmly.

So scary? Klein chose to believe the intelligence of the "Admiral of the Stars" and immediately returned to his cabin. He took off his coat and lay on the boat. Under the influence of spirituality and self-hypnosis, he quickly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the foggy dream world suddenly became clear. Klein suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming.

"A world of dreams? Is this the special thing about this sea area?"

Klein turned over and sat up, finding himself sitting on top of a huge rock. Not far away, Cattleya was sitting there with her knees hugged.

Klein looked around and noticed a huge abyss rift in front of him. Behind the rift was a magnificent complex of buildings. Countless palaces, towers, and city walls covered the mountain peaks, frozen in the dusk-like afterglow, frozen in the history of this dream world.

This magnificent scene stunned Klein for a moment, and he felt as if both his body and mind were shocked.

"This is……"

"This is a dream shared by all of us..." Cattleya muttered in a dreamy voice while sitting.

With the ability to stay awake in dreams, Klein naturally planned to explore somewhere else. Cattleya in the dream rejected his invitation, so he turned over and jumped off the boulder, walking away alone.

But looking around, he saw that the surrounding buildings were all strange black monasteries. No matter where he wanted to go, unless he jumped off a cliff, he had to pass through the monastery.

Since he had no other choice, Klein went straight to the dark door of the monastery.

The door was nearly ten meters high and did not look like it was built for humans. Klein looked at it for a few seconds, took a breath, stretched out his hands, and after some effort, he even "used" the "Creeping Hunger" through his imagination before he pushed the door open.

Klein walked through the doorway and entered the square. Unexpectedly but reasonably, he saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottolov, Anderson, and others there.

Is this their dream? It doesn't seem like it... Or is it that everyone's dream is limited to themselves, and then randomly appears somewhere in this world? Klein guessed uncertainly.

Frank Lee was closest to him, shoveling gravel with a shovel. Next to him were white bread, toast, fried fish and other foods that had fallen to the ground.

Was he planning to use them as nutrients to grow something? He was even planting in his dreams... Klein approached, chatted with him for a few words, and then flew away at an even faster speed.

After passing through a square with many traces of battle, the light shone in, and Klein saw that the surrounding walls and ceilings were painted with large murals that looked sacred and gorgeous.

There was another small door in front of him. Klein hesitated for a moment, then walked over and pushed it open.

His vision suddenly turned dark, and even the glorious cathedral behind him fell into darkness!
...I must be blind... Klein had this thought reflexively. Then, he reached into his pocket and took out a box of imaginary matches.

He took out a match skillfully and lit it. A faint flame immediately appeared in front of Klein's eyes.

The flame struggled to expand a little, blurring out the surrounding scene.

This is a prison cell with an iron gate ajar!

How did I get here? I'm not next to the Admiral of the Stars, nor am I in the mural hall where the others are... Did I go through this door to another place? Or did I come to the vicinity of someone who can influence my dreams to a certain extent? As his thoughts turned, Klein flicked his hand and extinguished the match that almost burned his fingers.

His left palm was quickly covered with a layer of pure and brilliant sunlight, and there seemed to be two miniature "suns" in his eyes.

With the help of the soul of the "Priest of Light", he gained the night vision ability belonging to the "Holy Light".

Looking around, Klein saw that the cell he was in was not too narrow, but the floor was dirty and messy, with many footprints. He didn't know what had happened there.

"Most of them are human footprints, but a few are exaggerated, perhaps belonging to giants..." Klein came to the half-open iron gate and looked out cautiously.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

He saw a black knight wearing armor and holding a huge sword, with two eerie red lights flashing behind his visor. He was in the cell next to him, only five meters away from him!

Klein was about to step back when he suddenly realized that the black knight seemed to be... sitting in the corner?
The black knight was originally as tall as a giant. Even when he was sitting there, he was almost half the height of a person. He was difficult to see clearly in the shadows, so Klein was startled by him.

His body movements showed fear and nervousness. Klein was worried that he would discover him, but the Black Knight seemed more worried that Klein's movements would attract something.

Klein cautiously moved away. At this moment, the black knight suddenly ran out from the corner of the next cell, holding the giant sword in his arms. He ran out with a brisk and agile posture that was completely inconsistent with his body shape, without even making any sound.

Klein stared blankly at the fleeing black knight, confused for a moment.

A few seconds later, a slow sound of footsteps approached, and a man wearing a simple cloth robe and holding a silver candlestick appeared in the corridor outside. He saw Klein, was slightly startled, and then greeted him very politely.

"Hello."

“…Hello.” Klein replied.

"I am an ascetic monk, chasing a vicious evil being here." The ascetic monk said gently, the cloth robe on his arm slipped down, revealing his muscular arms, as if he could kill a tiger with one punch. "He is a monster wearing black armor. Other evil beings call him the 'Black Saint'."

"In order to spread the glory of the Lord, I will kill him here."

"Excuse me, stranger, have you seen him?"

TBC
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Double update on the 4th!

*The lyrics in this article are from the classic song "Homesickness".

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