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

Chapter 244 The Emperor of the Dead Country

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Azik Eggers leaned against the reef and covered his head.

He breathed heavily and painfully, but the lines on his face were no longer tense, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he spoke:
"My previous slumber made me recall more things. I saw myself sitting on the Skull Throne, and I saw the Beyonders and ordinary people who had fallen dead in front of the throne. They had done nothing wrong, but they died suddenly. Then, one after another, they got up and turned into pale undead creatures, undead creatures that were loyal to me."

"And I just watched coldly, without any emotion, as this disaster spread to the countryside and the city.

"This makes me feel unlike myself, but I know very well that this may be the real me."

The "Death Archon" of the Balam Empire in the Fourth Epoch... Klein's lips moved, then he pursed them tightly.

Azik raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then continued in a calm tone:

“I feel like I’m moving back in that direction.”

"but……"

There was a deep confusion in his eyes, and he could even say he was a little bewildered: "I seem to have been rejected by Him too..."

Klein thought of the daughter Mr. Azik had mentioned who liked to ask him for candy. After a moment of deliberation, he said, "I think you are not suffering from a split mind, but are struggling with a crazy spirit.

"After losing your past memories, you have started a new life again and again. You are kind, enthusiastic, and have abundant emotions. The closer you are to your current life, the more you can reflect this."

"This may be the real you, the essential you. During the period of 'Death Archon', you were affected by the out-of-control tendency inherent in your Beyonder characteristics, and were influenced by the Death God who passed it down from a high position. I heard that He had gone mad after the 'Four Emperors War'."

Klein's words actually didn't have much basis, because he only knew a few episodes of Azik's life - Baron Ramde, a father who made a swing for his daughter, a filial child, and a gentle and friendly history teacher.

His purpose was to provide a guess, a possibility, to help Mr. Azik fight against the "Death Archon personality" that returned with his memories, to let him face himself in his past lives, to reach some kind of reconciliation with himself, and to become less cruel.

Every life that Azik Eggers has experienced seems to be very beautiful.

The only thing that was not good was that he was gradually recovering in his memory.

In such a situation, it is difficult not to reject your past self!
As he was talking, he suddenly had a new idea. Without waiting for Azik to digest what he had just said, he quickly asked:

"Mr. Azik, do you know about anchors? The anchors that the gods and angels use to stabilize themselves and prevent themselves from being dragged down and corrupted by the out-of-control tendencies and madness of their Beyonder characteristics?"

"I know." Azik looked away and nodded.

Klein wasn't quite sure, but he said with a firm tone, "Perhaps, the new life you start after losing your memories is your anchor against madness and loss of control!"

Don't discard them, don't forget them, this is who you are! After saying this, Klein added another sentence silently in his heart.

"Anchor..." Azik repeated the word, looking thoughtful and confused.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly sighed and said:
"This may be an explanation. At least it makes the division and conflict in my heart less intense."

"This has troubled me for more than a thousand years, and has troubled me time and again throughout my life. Today, I finally got an answer."

……

In a large colonial city in West Balam.

Edward stared straight ahead with his eyes fixed on the dark sky in the distance. He didn't even take a sip of the homemade milk tea in his hand until it got cold.

He blinked, and countless invisible thin lines suddenly spread out in his field of vision. Some of them were black, some were red, and most of them were transparent, symbolizing ordinary people without any abnormal occult connection.

But at this moment, pale flames burned violently on all the invisible threads!

In the entire southern continent, whether alive or dead, whether believing in the Seven Gods or believing in the God of Death and the Mother Tree of Desire, at this moment they are all affected by the mystical connection of a powerful being, and their fate has undergone tremendous changes!
“So it’s now… So it’s now!”

Edward put the homemade milk tea back on the table almost excitedly, and twisted his fingers tightly together.

"This is Sia Eggers' fateful 'world-changing' moment...it's now!"

"As long as you choose 'tell the information about the artificial death god', Shia Eggers will definitely make this decision!"

"Our judgment was correct. We have been leading up to this moment!"

——It is for this moment that I met Sia Eggers, worked with her till now, and led her step by step to this moment that changed the world. I stopped to admire, praise, and bless the madness and courage that turned the tide, and then watched the shining soul go to the end.

He smiled and complained:
"Richard is such a loser... If Xia Eggers was our student, I could have gone and destroyed the world by now!"

Then he joked to himself:

"It doesn't matter. The war is coming soon..."

"Shia Eggers has the potential to be our student, but she cannot accept the ideas and concepts we want to convey. It's a pity, but I understand. I am also a person who respects other people's ideas and destiny."

The wick of the wishing lamp on the table ignited spontaneously, and a golden figure emerged from the container with his arms folded.

"It's really hard to understand a person like you who thinks and acts in a reckless manner. Your enthusiasm for the self-destruction of weak lives is as weird as your own personality. In the long run, you are using your authority to sentence the people of this continent to a suspended death sentence and prolong their suffering, but those little bugs will be grateful to you for giving them new hope and a future... Just kidding, I don't want to be cared for by the God of Decline and Destruction! You just made a deal with that little princess, what if the God of Death doesn't recognize it?"

Edward smiled and said, "It is impossible for Him to deny it, because I have maximized the possibility of 'the God of Death being resurrected as Xia Eggers'. He has my blessing and the fate I sponsored. How could the God of Death deny it? Am I such an easy-going god?"

The mysterious reappearance, the godslaying spear, and the mysterious blessing of being made from the branches of the world tree are the real help given by the decadent king to the daring "Pale Queen".

"Bless Him," Edward said. "He will get what He wants."

"Ah."

The lamp genie laughed disapprovingly: "The little princess is indeed quite courageous. She may become the god of death on her own. What a pity."

"He calls himself the Emperor of Balam. You should call him the Queen."

"I refuse. The emperor of the Death Path symbolizes absolute rule over the dead souls, and does not necessarily have to be a specific country. I will not recognize any emperor other than myself." The genie shrugged, "Well, except George III of Loen. After all, how could I not recognize my future self?"

Edward said:

"From what we can see now, George III's status as emperor may not be secure, and he may not even be able to complete the deification ceremony."

The lamp god sneered:
"What do I need the ceremony for? After becoming George III, I will be the true and only Black Emperor. Even if the Seven Gods find me, will they dare to take action? Can they unite? Do they dare to bet with me on who needs the people and the anchor more?"

The two Outer Gods laughed together.

The Son of Chaos sneered:

"In the final analysis, a group of lives that have been completely transformed by Beyonder characteristics are actually unwilling to walk into the starry sky and into our world. Instead, they insist on wearing a layer of human skin, simulating non-existent human nature, and doing things similar to us. This is the most ridiculous putting the cart before the horse!"

"Don't say that."

Edward replied: "Just think of them as the outliers who are crazy about the human race. There are many outliers among us who are crazy about a certain thing, right? So it is not surprising that they died because of these crazy hobbies. Obey their blessings and respect their destiny."

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Crash, crash.

A very quiet space.

Crash, crash.

It seemed as if water was seeping out from the ground and gradually flowing upwards.

Shia Eggers lay in the dark underworld, his soul imprisoned by his body, and the cold water had already reached his ears. In the end, that strange spear actually killed him in the underworld and nailed his sanity, preventing him from becoming a crazy monster with some spiritual imprints of the god of death, the wildness of the chaos of the artificial god of death, and the consciousness of "Shia Palenque Eggers".

In the cold world of death, He felt unusually warm and relaxed. The darkness and silence around Him were so familiar.

Xia Eggers felt as if she had returned to the time when she was still a Sequence 4 "Undead". Every wait before rebirth was so quiet, and she had enough time to look forward to what kind of life she would usher in when she woke up next time.

The difference is, this time, He will not wake up again.

He closed his eyes.

——His eyes had been closed since his death, but at this moment he felt another pair of eyes closing and slowly sinking.

He has seen his own deaths over and over again. The first time was when he was seven years old. The uncontrollable power of the "undead" caused her to die quietly in her sleep. After waking up, she became the adopted daughter of a farmer and spent twelve years of her life in the fields before being found.

Later, she found out that the royal family had discovered her a long time ago, but they just watched her in the dark without saying a word, as she frolicked barefoot in the mud, played with others, picked flowers, cut wild vegetables, and did all kinds of things that a princess shouldn't do, just to digest the potion.

After her second death, she became the daughter of a businessman, lived a pretty good life, and had a beloved fiancé. But more than ten years later, her adoptive father died of illness, and she was almost married off by her brother without support. She hid beside her fiancé, but accidentally heard that he was planning to send her back in exchange for money. She fled in a hurry at night, and in the pain of being betrayed, she killed her fiancé, the mercenaries, and her brothers who came to arrest her, and walked towards the long-awaited royal guards with blood all over her body.

After that, she was no longer willing to die. Not every life is filled with more happiness than pain.

But the potion needs to be digested, the power needs to be controlled, and she still needs to die again and again. She has been a teacher, a civilian, and followed pack animals to walk dozens of miles to the Highland Kingdom for business. She has met the people of the Bound God who are pure-hearted and have extremely high moral standards. She has also been a robber by chance, robbing these extraordinary people who are taciturn but good at cursing.

She had met the much older Highland Princess Renette Tinicole as both a princess of a neighboring country and a bandit. Every time the young girl recalled these memories, she felt a kind of joy as if a prank had succeeded.

She had fallen in love with many people and watched them die. She had also been betrayed by friends and lovers many times and fell into despair.

Even in the last hundred years or so, after becoming an angel, He occasionally needed to use death to escape crisis, so He became a slave many times. Each life was pitifully short, and He was tortured to death at a young age.

Feeling love and friendship again and again, witnessing new friends, family members and lovers in this life die or kneel at her feet again and again, she grew up gradually, and finally learned how to calmly and rationally participate in everything around her as a passerby.

She is the descendant of the god of death, the immortal god, and the royal family of the world of the dead. She can only participate in the world of the living in this way.

Xia Eggers's vision seemed to be elevated, and he looked at his hundreds of years of life from a detached perspective.

Crash, crash.

He could no longer hear the sound of the water; it seemed as if the water had swallowed Him up, covering His nose and rising continuously.

The body fell to the ground and died, but Xia Eggers' soul stood up and waded forward in the knee-deep river.

He went upstream along the river, looking back on his life, heading toward where he had come from, toward the voice that kept calling him in the depths.

There were countless Shia Palenques wandering by the river, most of those close to Him had shackles on their feet, their expressions were numb and dull, and their bodies were covered with scars.

The pain of being whipped by a wet whip and the despair of being branded as a legal slave by a red-hot iron surged into his heart. Decades of miserable life were lightly brushed aside by the Pale Queen, and He passed them all.

Some of them wore civilian or merchant clothes and wore feather jewelry of different colors to symbolize their class.

The bitterness and happiness of love, the sadness and relief of witnessing the death of an important person, the anger of being deceived, the joy of being loved, the Pale Queen has witnessed too much of human nature and has also surpassed them.

He walked for a long time and came to the end of his journey. He saw the barefoot peasant girl whose long skirt was stained with mud.

This was His first life.

In front of Him was a bottomless river. His reflection in the river was blurry, calling him to go down.

There is another life waiting for Him ahead, and He suddenly has a deeper origin.

Sia Eggers looked at Sia Palenque, then stepped past her and forward.

puff.

He stepped on empty air and sank into the cold, heavy river water.

In the water, a pair of eyes burning with pale flames immediately looked over, and a face half hidden in the darkness, half of which belonged to Azik Eggers, looked over. A white feather stained with light yellow oil fell and cut off the half of Azik Eggers' face.

Then, another feather fell and landed on Xia Eggers's forehead.

Xia Eggers' body suddenly burned fiercely. At the same time, the completely black figure twisted and gradually became clear. The facial features showed contours and became a cold, majestic and solemn "Xia Eggers". Her light brown pupils were burned white by the pale flames. Her long black hair was scattered and floated in the equally dark water. Tiny feathers and scales were hidden in the corners of her eyes and neck.

As cold as a snake, as eternal as a god.

Waiting for him here is where he came from, the true source of the Eggers family bloodline, the great ancestor, the real god of death!

"Xia Eggers" looked down at the "Pale Queen" from above, watching her burning with flames and gradually sinking to the bottom of the water.

The real Xia Eggers suddenly wanted to cry, or perhaps she had already shed tears, but she just merged with the black river water.

"I'm Sia Palenque Eggers!"

The dark river swallowed Him, and His voice came from the darkness: "I am the last emperor of Balam—"

"Xia Eggers" remained silent the whole time. When the figure and voice of the "Pale Queen" completely disappeared in the river, His body strangely began to float up. Something in His body seemed to have suddenly awakened, and suddenly wanted to tear apart this human-shaped body, tear apart this flesh, grow out of His body, and escape.

The body of "Xia Eggers" began to change. Pieces of white feathers stained with yellow oil emerged from her body, stirring the dark river water, causing huge waves, disrupting the boundary between life and death, and then she broke free from the shackles of death and soared into the sky!

The River Styx surged and the mountains turned to ashes.

The world changed at this moment. The "Pale Queen" Xia Palenque Eggers successfully swallowed the artificial god of death, embracing the uniqueness and the sequence one characteristics. She was killed in the underworld and was reborn in the underworld, ruling the world of the dead as a dead person!

The dead cheered and the living remained silent.

It is not the dead who sleep forever, and nothing in the world ends with death.

After a thousand years of silence, the ancient gods whose history was erased and whose existence was denied, awaken as "Baram's first and last emperor." The gods of the kingdom of the dead awaken from death and return from the netherworld!

……

Although she was in the water, Xia Eggers felt as if she had fallen into a sea of ​​fire.

In the pale sea of ​​fire, everything turned to ashes. Xia Eggers moved forward slowly, the flames slowly subsided, and the momentum of the sea of ​​fire gradually subsided.

In a trance, he saw the magnificent Royal Palace of Balam again. The little Princess Shia was wearing a white dress and gold jewelry. Her long black hair was braided into a pigtail at the back with a ribbon. She sat on the swing in the garden, neither dignified nor noble, and shouted for her mother to push her.

The scene changes, and a man with a solemn and cold face like a statue is sitting upright on a chair in the study. Next to him is a little girl sitting on a small chair, trying to imitate him, with a serious face, which makes people laugh.

The queen in the sea of ​​fire looked at these scenes for a long time, lowered her head and smiled silently. In front of her, the imperial corridor of the palace vaguely appeared, with armored guards standing by, officials, priests and maids walking back and forth, her father, her mother, and her brothers and sisters.

She walked towards it and disappeared along with the palace, turning into a dream bubble.

TBC
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"The Emperor of the Dead Country", the title still has the author's characteristic pun.

The "Pale Queen" Xia Palenque Eggers returned to the gods and ancestors, sleeping forever in the lightless underworld.

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