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

Chapter 245 Death Sentence

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In the Spiritual Cult, on a small island in the Violent Sea where the "Artificial Death Sect" was hiding, in an inverted mausoleum, a coffin at the deepest part suddenly exploded with a bang.

The fragments of the sarcophagus flew everywhere, and a pair of huge white wings covered with yellow oil suddenly spread out like a butterfly reborn from its cocoon!

The current leader of the "Artificial Death God Faction", the former high priest of the Death God Church of the Balam Empire, Haitel, stood up from his coffin, and directly knelt down in the wreckage of his own coffin with a fanatical look, and kept kowtowing in the direction of the southern continent.

The high priest was corrupted while offering sacrifices to the "artificial god of death", and for some reason he had the bad luck to awaken the spiritual imprint of the "god of death", and was contaminated. After the god of death really returned, he got up full of life!

Boom!Boom!
The entire mausoleum was shaking because of His movements, but this was nothing compared to the changes in the outside world.

"Oh Lord, great god of death!!"

Boom!Boom!
"Great God of Death! Please forgive your foolish servant for his blasphemy against you!!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Haitel raised his head, with a smile so wild and frightening that it made people feel scared:
"My fellow believers, my followers, and the many fools like me!"

"Kneel down and pray!! For our folly and blasphemous arrogance!"

"Our God is back!!! Our Emperor is back!!!"

……

The dark clouds over the southern continent grew larger and larger, almost covering the entire sky.

In the city of Aldra, ten minutes ago, members of the Spirit Cult drove a large group of spirits and zombies to build two huge four-sided flat-topped pyramids in the center of the city square like playing with building blocks. The sacrifice dedicated to the Queen has begun.

Near the pyramid, sat the members of the Spiritual Cult and the people from the Northern Continent who were being guarded.

All members of the entire city of Aldera participated in the sacrifice. They knelt in circles according to their status and position, filling the city square to the brim. Civilians who migrated to Aldera could also participate, but they had to stand outside the square.

Therefore, there were many people standing on the stairs, windowsills and roofs, waiting eagerly.

Time was urgent, so the two demigods occupied one each and presided over the sacrifice at the same time.

The sacrifices offered to the gods, and the Pale Emperor, who was equivalent to gods, were often not about the number, but about the sacrifices themselves. Before the live sacrifice began, the sacrifices that were too ordinary had already been screened out, leaving only those with noble status, such as the nobles, descendants of nobles, and clergy of the Northern Continent.

Mirella, wearing the robes of a priest of the Church of Death, threw the creature in her hand into the fire, and the members of the Spiritual Cult shouted the names of God and the Emperor.

The next sacrifice arrived. He was a young man who was dressed more neatly. He looked at Mirella's bloody hands with an expressionless face.

"What is your name, young man?" Mirella asked.

"I am Milson of East Tucker County, the second son of Viscount Meyers of the Kingdom of Loen. I fought with your men on the battlefield and earned the status of baron. After I die, I will go to the kingdom of stars and tranquility!" said the young knight proudly.

"You are a brave young man. Don't worry, your wish will come true."

In the culture of the Southern Continent, anyone who is not afraid of death is worthy of respect, and Mirella also praised his courage.

The young man took a step forward and stood in the sacrificial aisle without changing his expression.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young man seemed to be stepping on time. He walked towards Mirella in front of the fire step by step. His face became more mature and deep. Wrinkles climbed up his forehead and corners of his eyes. The back of his hands began to become shriveled, and his body slowly hunched over.

But life cannot be turned back, and death is inevitable.

When he walked in front of Mirella, he had become an old man. After he took the next step slowly and staggeringly, his body turned into ashes in front of countless people, leaving only a living heart that fell to the ground, still beating.

Mirella took the heart, raised it high to the sky, reverently praised the name of the "Pale Queen", and then threw it into the fire.

"Brave and fearless soldiers on their way to the Kingdom of God!"

The Spirit Cult cheered, and the spirits hovered in the air, dancing wildly and playing sacrificial music dedicated to the warriors.

In such a high-standard and complicated sacrifice, one sacrifice often takes one to two minutes, so the priests will choose to act simultaneously.

On another pyramid, a staggering sacrifice also arrived.

Under the majestic yet cold gaze of the demigod, the somewhat bloated sacrifice shed tears, sealed his mouth, and almost cried loudly, but he could not utter a word. The spirit covered his mouth and lifted his shoulders, and he walked towards death step by step in a wooden and stiff manner.

"The merchants from Intis go to the realm of the God of Death."

The demigod spoke succinctly.

He made up an identity based on the other person's clothing and appearance.

The people of the Spiritual Cult also acted very indifferent, saying that cowards who were afraid of death were not worthy of respect.

The next sacrifice was a priest in a blue-black robe with dark patterns of waves and storms embroidered on the edges.

"I am the bishop of the Aldra Storm Church, Brar Bron!" The Storm Bishop looked at the demigod of the Spirit Church in front of him and spat in disgust. "Don't bother with me. I will go to the side of God by myself, to the sea where lightning and storms roar!"

The Spirit Cult demigod said, "Perhaps."

The Storm Bishop strode onto the obsidian road of sacrifice with a determined and unwilling look on his face.

His pace became slower and slower, death eroded towards him step by step, and he turned into dust and flew away, leaving only the sea-blue extraordinary characteristics and the living heart.

"A devout Storm believer, going to the kingdom of the God of Death."

The demigod announced somewhat gloatingly.

There was a burst of cheers, and the spirits continued to play songs of joy for the pagans who were not afraid of death.

The sacred sacrifice continued. Whether brave, calm, or crying, death favored everyone equally.

……

The sky and earth were dark and gloomy. In the pure darkness above the Loen Colony, tiny dots of starlight flickered. The church in the Intis Colony began to shine brightly. Then, with the church as the center, the range of sunlight gradually expanded. However, it only created a light source and failed to disperse the dark clouds.

The dark clouds in the sky hovered and swayed, slowly condensing into an image of a feathered serpent as big as a mountain range.

Only by looking down from a very high place can you see clearly this huge mythical creature hovering above the southern continent. If you look up at the sky from the ground, you can't even see a single detail of it!

Swish, two pale flames ignited in the sky, like a pair of eyes, staring at the hateful outsiders in their own territory!

Through the descendants who voluntarily offered their memories, identities, and souls, the God of Death learned that his country had long been destroyed and his faith was in danger. In the mortal world, the gods from the northern continent destroyed the documents of the Balam Empire and took away all the cultural relics of the Balam Empire. Then they claimed that there had never been a true god in the southern continent, and the so-called God of Death was just a ruling tool fabricated by the Aegis royal family.

In the extraordinary world, the gods worked together to erase the history and existence of the god of death, to reduce the traces of mysticism as much as possible, to control the resurrection, and to let the "Archon of Death" Azik Eggers wander in the northern continent for more than a thousand years, and he has not been able to recall his mission until now!

A figure appeared above the head of the giant feathered serpent, and his pale eyes stared at everything under his feet.

The sentence of death is heading straight for these cities!

The gate to the underworld was opened, and howling spirits violently invaded the real world. The dark clouds in the sky gradually condensed into a terrifying and deep darkness.

In the colony, the uneasy believers of the God of Death knelt on the ground, cheered loudly, and worshiped. The police officers and garrison soldiers who were maintaining order had no spare energy to stop them. Everything was reversed at this moment. The believers of the Seven Gods trembled, while the believers of the God of Death cheered!
Suddenly.

A church disappeared in the Intis colony!

The only source of light and warmth that could comfort the residents was swallowed up by darkness. Gas street lamps exploded one after another, and the candlelight turned into a cold blue, reflecting countless scattered souls. The coldness of death descended, and the city suddenly turned into a paradise for the dead.

The windows and doors were rumbling and shaking in the wind, and sounds like babies crying were heard. Countless vines with baby faces and pale arms stretched out from them and pounced on the fleeing people, dragging them equally into the depths of the underworld.

On railways, mines, and corners of cities, countless skeletal arms stretched out from the ground, grabbing the ankles of people on the ground without saying a word and pulling them into the mud, to keep company with the dead who had been dead for who knows how long.

The cold aura of death filled the air, and a city instantly disappeared from the world.

Death slowly turned his head.

The starry night sky was reflected in the eyes burning with pale flames.

The starry night sky suddenly began to shake. The light of the stars quickly weakened, and continued to retreat and disappear. At the same time, lightning and thunder rumbled, barely maintaining the trend of the stars' retreat.

Death is still watching there.

With just a glance, thick darkness suddenly pounced over, swallowing up the silver snake-like lightning and the eye-like stars without any explanation, plunging the city into absolute silence.

The assistance from the Goddess of Night did not come.

Because, the God of Death learned from the memory of "Shia Eggers" that the Feysac Empire - the God of War did not have any colonies in the southern continent.

Well, the God of War would definitely be happy to see the Goddess of Night's anchors greatly reduced.

Those who do not kneel will die, those who do not submit will die, those who call on the names of the Seven Gods will die, those who harbor evil intentions will die, and those who are pagans will also die.

The anchor of the god of death is growing rapidly, and those who are shallow believers become devout believers in a very short time. Even ordinary people who are spared by good luck will quickly become believers of the god of death after escaping.

After a long time, when the sun's rays penetrated the haze of death, the strolling death finally stopped.

There was no expression on His sharp and beautiful face. The people who had escaped the disaster cheered loudly, and death slowly retreated away.

Above Aldra, the aura of coldness and death suddenly intensified, a white feather fell into the fire on the altar, and in an instant, a voice appeared in everyone's mind.

"Praise the great God of Death! Praise the great God of Death!!"

An expression of almost obsessive joy appeared on the faces of the Spiritual Cult and all the people in the southern continent at the same time. They stood up and spontaneously started dancing a crazy and disorganized spiritual dance in any place in the city.

"You are the essence of death!"

The two demigods fell to their knees and called out loudly!

"You are the Lord of the Dead!"

The dead cheered and the living shouted in unison!

"You are the final destination of all living beings!!"

In the fanatical atmosphere, Mirella took a deep breath and shouted out each other's names with her companions!

"Great God of Death! Honorable Emperor of Hell!!"

"Welcome to your return, the wings of death cover everything in the world!!"

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Azik slowly loosened his hands that were covering his head, his eyes filled with pain and a hint of confusion.

“I was rejected…”

He seemed to have finally confirmed something, and suddenly relaxed and even smiled.

"He gave up on me, He rejected me, He has returned but He is not even willing to deal with the incomplete me that I am now."

Klein listened in confusion, but he could hear a sense of happiness and relief in Azik's tone.

"Mr. Azik, what happened?" he asked.

Upon hearing this, Azik rubbed his temple and smiled at Klein:
"This is a long story. I may need to tell you for a long time."

"To put it simply, my father... wanted to use my body to revive, which is why I have been losing my memory."

"Now……"

Azik looked at the pure black clouds that were gradually dispersing in the distance, and felt that the fog and pressure that had been on his body had all dissipated, and he let out a long breath.

“…He returned, but His plan of resurrection failed in my case.”

"I have been abandoned by Him, but maybe I have gotten used to my current life... It seems not bad this way."

Azik glanced around and continued:

"I can say I'm free now, but I still have things to do, and I have to continue living like this."

"I'll come find you when this is all over."

"You'd better go to a big city like Backlund or Trier. It's always safer to go to a place with the protection of gods. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of major churches such as Pasu Island, but this will bring other dangers."

Azik finally made a joke, just like a normal Loen gentleman. This life experience seemed to have left the deepest impression on him, and no matter how much of his memory he had recovered, there were obvious traces left.

If one retains his memory, decades of time won't have much impact on thousands of years, but starting from a state of forgetfulness, twenty or thirty years is enough to reshape a person... When Mr. Azik completely recovers his memory, will his different life experiences lead to different personalities? This is a really profound question. I'll have to let Miss Justice think about it and "ask" the Psychological Alchemy Society... While Klein was thinking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mr. Azik didn't delve into the conflict between himself and the Rose School, and asked:
"Mr. Azik, what do you know about the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

Azik shook his head:
"I didn't even know He existed until I saw the letter you sent me."

Don’t know about the Mother Tree of Desire? Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked:
"What about the 'Bound God'?"

Azik shook his head again, sighed and laughed:

"In ancient times, He or They might have had another name."

That’s right. Mr. Azik began a life cycle of losing and regaining his memories at the end of the Fourth Epoch, and has been “wandering” in the Northern Continent. The Rose School of Thought was born in the Southern Continent at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch... Klein nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

But Azik was busy with other things, so after giving him a few more instructions, he took him through the spirit world again, all the way to a place on the east coast of the Northern Continent, and dropped him off on the beach.

Klein did not stop and directly found a secluded and deserted cave nearby. He planned to check Groselle's Travels first to see if the "Blood Admiral" had fallen into the travelogue. This was a rare secret doll.

“Who is the father that Mr. Azik is talking about?” Klein thought for a moment. “Considering the changes that have taken place in the southern continent, he must be a formidable being. The king of angels on the Death Path? Or perhaps the Death God himself?”

"If someone like this has been resurrected, I should really consider returning to Backlund as soon as possible."

TBC
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Azik: That's not bad. Klein: Great.

Goddess/Adam: …………

God of War: It's just that you survived 2+1, it's not like you can't win, why do you look like you lost your parents?

(End of this chapter)