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

Chapter 246 New changes
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Loen Kingdom, Backlund.

At this moment, inside St. Samuel's Church, the Red Gloves were nervously surrounding the affected Daly Simone.

The change lasted for about fifteen minutes. Kneeling on the ground, lowering her body, and pressing her forehead in pain, Daly Simone finally slowly put down her palm, rubbing the ring on her ring finger, and said with lingering fear:

"The noises ended, and it seemed like things were back to normal."

"Is it normal?" Leonard asked in surprise.

He looked up at the distant sky again and felt that the abnormal dark clouds were still there and had not dissipated yet.

"Maybe, it's intermittent?" Soest hesitated and gave his guess, "What are those sounds you mentioned?"

Daly rubbed her temple, frowned and said:

"It sounded like a group of people praying... It sounded like someone was talking to me... The voices formed an illusion. I saw buildings in the style of the Balam Empire and people praying. There was a voice that kept telling me to kneel down and surrender. I had no choice but to chant the name of the goddess..."

Leonard suddenly had an idea and asked, "Could it be the work of the Spiritual Cult? You mentioned the Balram-style architecture, and as far as I know, there is a very strict hierarchy within the 'Corpse Collector' path. Combined with your path, Ms. Daly, I suspect you may have been influenced by a high-sequence person in the Spiritual Cult."

Soest swallowed the speculation that was about to come out of his mouth and praised: "You make a lot of sense."

"Situations like this are rare, and the church will certainly conduct an in-depth investigation. Perhaps we will get an answer soon."

The old parasite laughed.

Leonard immediately pricked up his ears, waiting for the other party to reveal a few words.

Pales Zoroast said slowly: "Something big has happened."

"I'll go get a glass of water." Leonard stood up, took his own cup and walked to the lounge next door. While pouring the water, he whispered, "Old man, do you know what happened?"

"Well, I guessed it."

Pales said: "Perhaps the Artificial Death God of the Spiritual Cult succeeded, or perhaps it was some other reason. In any case, they succeeded."

Leonard frowned slightly: "The artificial Grim Reaper became the real Grim Reaper?"

"It should be." Pales said ambiguously, "The Church of Evernight will give you the conclusion. Of course, you can also find it yourself."

Leonard's eyebrows frowned, then quickly relaxed.

Since the church can give them an official answer, they certainly don't have to worry about this matter anymore.

The parasite who stole this idea snorted in dissatisfaction.

……

Outside Backlund, Faye Manor.

The True Creator stared at the distant sky in confusion, and only looked away when the sun's light reappeared.

“Azik Eggers?” He muttered to himself, and then shook his head uncertainly, “No, if it is Azik Eggers, the resurrected Death God should be the Angel King with a sequence one characteristic and uniqueness, but the current one is much stronger…”

"A unique reception ceremony? It doesn't seem like it..."

"He didn't kill people instinctively, but struck them with precision and purpose. He's not an artificial Grim Reaper..."

The True Creator touched his chin and said, "Then there is only one answer left. The God of Death is probably resurrected in the body of the Pale Queen of the Spirit Cult. The current God of Death is the only angel king in the two sequences."

The True Creator fell silent.

The True Creator slapped his thigh hard and said, "How did things turn out like this!"

“Although we don’t expect the Old Ones from these three paths to be the main force to deal with the apocalypse in the future, they can’t be like us and still be scattered when the apocalypse comes, right?!”

Medici, who was standing nearby, immediately fanned the flames: "You are absolutely right, Lord, let's declare war! Kill all the nerds, sissies and octopus heads! You can't save the world by pretending to be gods with these cowards who only care about their positions!"

"...Don't talk yet."

Hearing this, the True Creator immediately calmed down. He walked back to the office, took out a few sheets of paper from a black folder, and spread them out on the table.

It contained a wanted order for Ince Zangwill, a record of Lanevus's participation in the God's Descent last September, a bounty for Azik Eggers, and some detailed intelligence from the Aurora Society.

Medici leaned over and asked, "Are you analyzing the case?"

"almost."

The True Creator patted the bounty on Azik, who had appeared in the East District for a while, and said, "It is known that this is the resurrection of the God of Death, but since the Fifth Epoch, every stage of his life has begun in the Northern Continent."

"Before Roselle opened up the Violent Sea route two hundred years ago, the Northern Continent was limited to people with 'Southern Continent bloodline'. After a thousand years of bloodline reproduction, there were very few people from the Southern Continent like him. After the route was opened, the number of people from the Southern Continent increased, but they basically appeared in the form of servants and slaves. Even if Azik Eggers could leave a noble status and money to himself every time he died, in the world at that time, it was not reasonable for a race that was generally 'slaves' to have rich people and nobles."

Medici nodded.

The True Creator looked through some records. With the ability of the Aurora Society, it was relatively simple to search the history of a person whose appearance remained unchanged.

“Azik’s life has a very obvious irrational trajectory. He was able to live a relatively happy and even wealthy life in the Northern Continent as a slave race or slave bloodline, despite the dangerous early stage when he lost his memory and could not use his extraordinary abilities. Combined with his identity…”

Medici quickly stepped away and then came back: "Script?"

"Yes, perhaps there is some manipulation by Him."

The True Creator said: "Let's talk about 0-08 Al-Suhod's writing..."

"I remember this. I chopped him to death." Medici heard Shulong's name.

"Hmm." The True Creator continued, "Do you believe that a Sequence 5 could take this thing out of the heavily guarded church basement?"

Medici stroked his chin and asked straightforwardly, "Did the Pen of Al-Suhod escape with Sequence 5?"

"That's right. Then it's worth thinking about why the Pen of Alesuhod suddenly wanted to escape." The True Creator said, "The escaped 0-08, the Bishop of the Night who carried 0-08, and Azik Eggers whose life script was written by the writer..."

“…All of this gives me an interesting guess.”

Medici stroked his chin again: "You mean there might be some hidden deal involved."

"Yes, and as far as I can guess, it has failed now."

"Because the God of Death has returned? Oh, so your eldest son is probably at a disadvantage in the deal with Dark Night. In the future, He may take action against 0-08, or He may do something else to save the situation."

The True Creator felt a flash of subtlety and said, "Yes, the next mission of the Aurora Society is to track down 0-08 and Ince Zangwill, and be on the alert for his appearance at any time."

The situation is now beginning to tilt in the direction of the true Creator.

After lagging behind due to the madness, it seems that we finally have a chance to catch up!
"You plan to take back the dreamer first?" Medici smiled. "That's perfect! I've disliked him for a long time! Lord, he is your Son of God after all, so please decide first, should we kill him on the spot or spare his life?"

"…Medici, now is the time to tell you the secret knowledge."

The True Creator suddenly looked serious, and Medici could not help but put his hands close to his trouser seams. He only heard the True Creator say:
"After the 'Feast of Betrayal', my divine part has awakened in Adam's body..."

Medici frowned.

Medici looked the True Creator up and down. Medici lit a cigarette thoughtfully.

Medici suddenly realized something as he smoked a cigarette: "So it was actually your divinity that killed me, and your humanity that found me again? Lord, why do I feel that your schizophrenia is not only not cured, but is getting worse?"

"It's being treated now."

"I see. No wonder that kid kept mumbling about wanting to revive you in his body. We thought he was a bigot. It turns out you were just bored and wanted to play the role of your own son. You kept saying this probably to pave the way for taking back the power later."

“…That’s right.” The True Creator had the urge to twist his features, but He resisted the urge and changed the subject, “Why are you still standing here? You can go and prepare. Let the intelligence departments of the Aurora Society and the Iron Cross take full action.”

"Aurora has the brains to run an intelligence department?"

Medici was thrown out of the office with a pout on his face.

514
One after another, illusory black threads extended from Senior's body and fell into Klein's palms, reacting differently with every leap of the spiritual power.

In fact, manipulating the "Spirit Thread" does not necessarily require both hands, but Klein is used to doing so, which makes him feel like he is actually controlling the secret doll.

"From the current situation, my colleagues can detect each other's puppets. The abnormalities on the spiritual line cannot be hidden from their eyes. Therefore, we must be cautious in this regard." Klein summarized the problems he initially discovered and quickly turned his thoughts back to Senior himself.

Of course, the method of finding a corpse is still useful. Klein plans to first let this "vengeful soul" pass through the gray fog to "disinfect" it, then use the "paper angel" to wrap the mirror-like object he possesses, and finally put it into an iron cigarette box blocked by a spiritual wall to perform triple interference.

In this way, Klein believed that it was almost impossible for the angels of the Rose School to use the "Blood Admiral" to lock his position through divination and prophecy.

"The 'Mother Tree of Desire' or the 'Bound God'' tightly controls the members of this organization by relying on methods such as oath contracts that penetrate the soul. This can be inferred from Ms. Sharon's description, her state, and my own experience after coming into contact with the corresponding characteristics..."

“Perhaps the Mother Tree of Desire can still vaguely locate me through oath contracts, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, “She” can sense the gray fog characteristics on me and sense me within a certain range… Besides, such a puppet might be destroyed by me as a shield at any time…” Klein was like an unemployed vagrant who owed a lot of debts. He felt that he had nothing to fear.

Klein withdrew his thoughts and cast his gaze towards the silver necklace with a pendant that looked like an ancient coin.

He immediately used divination to roughly grasp the origin and function of the necklace:
It originated from a Sequence 5 "Winner" of the School of Life. After this gentleman died at the hands of a demigod of the School of Rose, his extraordinary characteristics, his own spirit, and an ordinary silver necklace he carried with him were combined to form a magical item.

Then, he once again turned his gaze to the "Blood Admiral" Senior who was standing respectfully beside him, and carefully studied the abilities of the vengeful spirit.

Forced possession, control of enemies, screams of wraiths, flickering mirrors, barrier penetration, death spells, and "invisibility" that would not be discovered by most mid- and low-sequence characters... Klein identified them one by one, and compared them with what Sharon and Maric had told him, as well as what he had experienced in battle.

He quickly ended it all. Back in the cave, Klein cleaned up the scene, changed into formal clothes, carried his suitcase, and found a place where people lived along the beach. He found himself near Pritz Harbor.

He did not return to Backlund immediately, but changed his appearance, took a steam train, and headed to Conant City in the Disi Bay, intending to make a detour from there and change his identity.

……

The thick smell of death and decay engulfed the coffee table and sofa in front of Edward.

The "Wishing Lamp" on the corner of the coffee table grew two thin legs and jumped onto the sofa where Edward was sitting.

Edward sighed. "Do you want me to move somewhere else? I paid for three days of accommodation here."

He raised his leg and kicked the coffee table, which had only one quarter and two corners left, and the glass top shattered onto the ground.

A pair of huge folded wings appeared out of thin air like a cocoon. The wings spread out, and the Grim Reaper, who had been successfully resurrected with the appearance and identity of his own descendant, appeared on an intact floor tile opposite Edward. The surrounding space was suddenly filled with death, and everything became a little dim.

"Salinger", "King of Hell", the God of Death who has many nicknames in history, can kill everything with just a glance. The King of Angels looked at Edward Vaughn and the Wishing Lamp, and suddenly spoke:
"Outsider."

“You gave Him a blessing.”

"It's an alien god." Edward corrected, "Yes, I gave some blessings to Xia Palenque Eggers. At the same time, He also made some deals with me and owed me something, so you were able to successfully resurrect in this form."

The god of death was indeed as silent as the dead, without a single emotion, and seemed neither happy nor angry about the result.

"Who are you?" asked Death.

"This question is an additional price." Edward shrugged. "I wanted to exchange the answer for your reward, but unfortunately I can't do it now."

The God of Death did not answer. It did not matter who the Outer Gods were, because they came here for only two purposes - the extraordinary characteristics of the adjacent path, or the source of the adjacent path. It was enough to know these two.

It is too early to start worrying about the Outer Gods now. If the God of Death were to rank the threats to himself, the first would be the Goddess of Night and the God of War, two true gods from adjacent paths, then the Northern Continent, then the River of Eternal Darkness, and finally he might consider Doomsday and the Outer Gods.

Likewise, only when these things are resolved will there be meaning in worrying about the end of the world.

"Our cooperation is a win-win situation," Edward said. "If you are not satisfied, you can come and kill me now."

Death looked at Edward and concluded that this was a trap, so he left without paying any attention.

“It’s really inhumane.”

Edward pulled the wishing lamp out from behind him, stood up, dusted himself off, and sighed, "Death has at least reduced the life of my clothes by three years. I have to make new ones again."

He patted the lamp spirit and said: "Let's go to the territory of Khatami. We should start early so that they can take advantage of the situation during the war."

There was a wall in front of him, but it had decayed completely. Edward jumped directly out of the hole in the wall and jumped into the spirit world.

With this hotel as the dividing line, behind is the deserted city, and in front, the road walked by the god of death has turned into a dead place without life.
……

In the spiritual world, in front of the Calderon ruins, a piece of space suddenly distorted.

The god of death walked out from the bright colors and stepped into the city that originally belonged to the Phoenix Gray Carrie.

Da da da.

He spiraled down the stone steps until he reached the base of the city, where the spirits that had been wandering in the Calderon fell to their knees.

Walking into the sealed hall, under the bird-shaped bronze statue, the surface of the stone tablet is engraved with Graygari's warnings to future generations.

“Even the gods cannot escape;”

"Even if you die, you will be detained."

The Grim Reaper's eyes swept over the words that looked like abstract birds and tiny snakes, bypassed the stone tablet, and walked down the gray stone steps again. After an unknown amount of time, a dark, unreal stream of water suddenly appeared under his feet.

Not even light can stay on its surface, like a flowing black mist.

With the arrival of death, ripples began to appear in this quietly flowing river.

It created a whirlpool under the feet of the God of Death, as if trying to drag the dead person into the water, but the God of Death was not affected. Instead, he attracted his own spirituality to merge with this tributary, trying to control it.

Due to the negligence of Azik Eggers, the man who resurrected him, the God of Death slept in the River of Eternal Darkness for a full 1,300 to 1,400 years, and almost became a part of the source.

Now, He has returned from death, which is a blessing in disguise.

The whirlpool of the River of Eternal Darkness grew bigger and bigger, but it was unable to pull the God of Death standing by the river back to his slumber.

Finally, the violent whirlpool shrank and returned to calm, and the black mist-like river surrounded the death like a veil of death.

TBC
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I guess I’ll be able to see the comments after today… I’ve been dreaming about the comments being unblocked these past few days.

It seems that some readers cannot accept Shia's death and hope for more happy characters... I will not comment, please express your own opinions.
(End of this chapter)