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

Chapter 253 “Necessary”?

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In the cities of the northern continent, on the Rorsted Islands, and even in hidden places of the southern continent, several members of the Aurora Society wearing black robes who were hiding in warehouses knelt on the ground at the same time and vomited large pieces of blood and flesh.

The flesh and blood formed a word on the ground, written in the common language of the northern continent, with a simple meaning:
"Start"

These covertly acting black-robed members prayed in unison to the words made up of flesh and blood, and then solemnly ate the flesh and blood again.

"The oracle has been issued!"

“Everyone, the time has come to dedicate yourself to the Lord.”

They stood up and methodically took out props from various places in the hiding room, deftly constructed a spiritual wall, took out the holy objects stained with the Lord's blood, combined them with ritual powders and essential oils, and began to prepare for the "True Creator God's Descent Ceremony" that would never succeed.

Tingen's divine descent gave the real creator some inspiration. It does not necessarily require a divine body, nor does it necessarily require a divine priest to preside over it. Since success is not sought, it only requires a slight modification of the content of the secret ceremony, adding the element of "divine descent" to the "summoning ceremony", adding holy objects closely related to the gods, and praying for divinity to descend upon oneself, that's all!
Therefore, the True Creator shed a little blood, and His current vessel is only Sequence 3. Although its divinity is gradually becoming equal to that of an angel, it is not yet to the point where anyone who sees it will die.

Then, the Aurora Society quickly prepared ten teams of God's Descent, led by mid-sequence extraordinary people within the Aurora Society. When the true creator began to be promoted in Lasha, they followed one after another to hold a proper "God's Descent Ceremony" to interfere with the sight of the gods.

In simple terms, 1 minutes after 2st starts, 2nd starts, 3 minutes after nd starts, rd starts, and so on. The teams are distributed all over the place, and even if they are completely wiped out, the ten teams can at least delay for about an hour, which is enough to complete the promotion and deal with the subsequent spiritual instability.

The crude version of the ritual has been confirmed to produce a divine response - but in fact it is just activating the divinity and spirituality in the blood and asking it to descend upon oneself.

Even if it succeeds, the true creator cannot descend there. It can only allow all members participating in the ceremony to be "baptized", feel the divinity in advance, and be promoted and digest the potion faster and better.

This is one of the rewards that the true Creator gives to those who survive.

The No. 1 God's Descent Team begins to act.

……

Rasha.

Within a few minutes, the blockade of the occult connection with the spirit and material worlds was complete, cutting off prying eyes and preventing possible attacks.

The true creator strengthened the only gap in the heavy blockades - the connection with the God-forsaken Land, communicated with the entity, replaced the ritual with his own spirituality and connection, and gained power directly from the entity.

With his prayers, the instinctive mumbling of the upside-down giant in the God-forsaken land stopped for a moment and then intensified.

At the same moment, the body of the real creator in the outside world began to fade and expand, giving people the feeling of gradually becoming a thick shadow wrapped in a human form.

Countless black lines emerged from His body, connecting in the direction of the God-forsaken Land, symbolizing the exchange of authority.

Painful whispers rang in his ears, but the True Creator easily controlled them, turning them into white noise lingering in his mind, and smoothly transferred the power of a Sequence 2 potion from his body along the link he had established. The whispers were twisted into out-of-context text by the power of the "Filthy Elder", but the True Creator resisted the onslaught of the majestic mystical symbols and whisper information brought by the "Filthy Elder" Beyonder characteristic, maintaining his calm thinking, and was not affected by the angry and frenzied shouting of his body.

No matter how He vents the pain of being eaten and the rage of being betrayed, He maintains His current state, firmly and steadily transferring His rightful authority and power.

The seal blocked the prying eyes of those below the level of true gods, and the Lord's promotion went smoothly, but Medici still kept a close eye on everything on the island, holding the small bottle with three drops of blood in his hand.

He will not let up until it is over.

The devil in the distance brought his own small chair and ate popcorn with a crunching sound, not feeling bored at all.

The True Creator received a prayer in his mind: Team 1 was discovered during the process, and the forced interruption of the ritual caused more than ten people to mutate and go crazy. The church team is dealing with it urgently. Team 2 has started, which means that ten minutes have passed. At the same time, Team 3 was noticed by the church extraordinary team that had been stalking them for a week, and they were in a chase. I don't know if they can act according to the plan in ten minutes.

But it's almost over.
Edward stopped eating popcorn and looked at the real Creator whose spirituality was rising step by step with a strange expression.

"Ally, there is something I have been wanting to ask for a long time."

He asked, "Why did you ascend with my curse?"

"?!"

The True Creator did not react.

Medici suddenly gave a horrified look, and with the thumb of the hand holding the bottle he pushed upwards, directly pushing out the cork!
He immediately decided to use the restart method - to restart the Lord's state to the state before the promotion began, and let the outer gods remove the curse on the Lord before re-holding the ceremony!

Suddenly, he felt his body stiffen and his thoughts paused. The cork that had fallen to the ground flew back and was reinserted into the bottle, as if completing a seal.

His eyes were still free, glaring into the distance: "Shea!"

"Don't be nervous, War Angel. Your Lord's status is wavering between a saint, an angel, and a true God. Even the blood of the Angel of Destiny cannot accurately turn back time to a perfect state."

Perhaps because he was a demon, even a harmless sentence sounded like a cunning trap:

Edward left his plastic chair, reached out and patted Medici on the shoulder twice, extinguishing the flames that were about to rise, making Medici even more furious: "Did you hear the thunder? The tide is expected to rise in a minute, so it's better for you to save your strength for then."

Medici didn't even take his eyes off the rushing water outside the island: "You broke the agreement."

"Disobey? No, I'm just gloating."

Edward spent half a minute explaining to him: "A natural mythical creature should also understand 'gloating', right? It's like seeing a friend go out for dinner but not bringing his wallet, so you don't remind him to watch him make a fool of himself - but of course you will bring your wallet and follow him to prevent him from making too much of a fool and dying socially."

“I am that wallet.”

The rumbling thunder came from far away, and the real creator who had been promoted smoothly and in good condition before fell silent for some reason. The edges of the huge shadow figure continued to blur, and countless black tubes seemed to spread in all directions.

With the help of the two paths of "Death" and "Prisoner" that are good at sealing, the spiritual world corresponding to Lasha has been blocked to the point where it is almost impossible to observe, just like a rice-sized coffin on an ant-sized island.

Outside the inconspicuous "coffin" that blocked the entire spiritual world, the sea water continued to rise, dark clouds in the sky began to gather, silver snake-like lightning began to flash, and a lightning storm was brewing in the clouds, ready to use an indiscriminate attack covering a small area of ​​sea to find the "abnormality".

This is the only disadvantage of getting promoted at sea. Although the sea is vast, once the activity tracks of marine life change and they suddenly move away from or close to a certain sea area, the "natural disasters", "sea kings" and even "storm lords" at sea will quickly notice it.

"Okay, War Angel, don't stop me."

Edward comforted Medici casually: "Has the True Creator been proven to be in cahoots with the Outer Gods? Other gods probably don't know except Ya, so I can't use my high-level power."

He looked in the direction of the true Creator and pondered for two seconds.

"It's the 'self-enhancement, power-weakening' curse that conflicts with my current promotion, and it's also contaminated by a bit of the already harmless 'memory'...Is it hallucination now? So that's it."

He narrated in a calm voice:

"The curse is transformed, the second one becomes the third one - 'the body weakens, the inspiration strengthens'."

"Memory retrieval, screening, scene construction—"

"——I have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time, ally——If the difference between the Earth gods and the Outer Gods lies in the obsessive pursuit of humanity and anchors, then what is the difference between you and your half?"

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When I first saw it, the scene before me looked like a land forsaken by God.

The ground is covered with huge cracks that look like hideous scars. Monsters derived from malice and extreme emotions lurk in the shadows. Countless pairs of eyes hide in this land without light, and it is always filled with the smell of blood and pain.

But when He tried to look carefully, the dark plain suddenly turned into a vast and lush grassland. The dark red liquid flowing in the cracks of the ground turned into a clear and clean river in an instant, winding across the grassland and outlining beautiful arcs one after another. The singing of shepherds came from afar. The True Creator turned his head and saw that there were actually large groups of livestock on the grassland. They were driven by shepherds and moved on the green grassland like white clouds.

"This is……"

He realized that there was something wrong with these images. There had never been a part of "experiencing hallucinations" in the promotion ceremony of "Elder Dirty Words". The True Creator almost immediately wanted to use his extraordinary abilities to break through. However, he suddenly found that his extraordinary abilities had disappeared. The abilities of flesh and blood magic, shadow spells, and whispering had all disappeared. He seemed to have become an ordinary person.

What shocked him even more was that the moment he realized all this, an unusual emotion suddenly emerged in his heart - tension!
And He Himself very naturally allowed this emotion to emerge, and it slowly turned into uneasiness. It seemed like a very natural thing and did not seem strange to me at all.

"The disappearance of my extraordinary abilities has caused my divinity to disappear as well?"

The True Creator quickly understood the situation, and his expression became distorted again, even slightly annoyed.

“Is this His authority? ‘Decline’ can actually have such an effect…”

Feeling his abundant humanity now - or rather, he has completely become an ordinary person, the True Creator felt a little strange in addition to being surprised and angry. The wind was warm, butterflies flapped their wings and fluttered on the grass, and the flowers scattered on the grassland were fragrant. He re-perceived the known world with the simplest and most basic means, and suddenly felt that everything ordinary was so fresh.

Just make the best of it. Without the guidance of spiritual perception, the true creator will just find a random direction to move forward.

On the way forward, there was a lagging lamb bleating. The Real Creator secretly observed for a moment, waved his big hand, pulled the lamb up, and touched it with an unskilled technique.

It was very uncomfortable to walk on the grassland with leather shoes, and the cross hanging on the end of the shawl jingled. He felt the wind and herded sheep, and felt in a very good mood. However, he was still a little puzzled as to what the outer gods wanted to do by bringing him here.

Suddenly, the earth shook, and the real creator who had no extraordinary abilities almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Even so, He had no choice but to half-kneel on the ground, hugging the lamb tightly in his arms, and trying his best to raise his head and look into the distance——

The sky was torn apart. Endless thunder, lightning and storms poured into the cracks in the sky. Pitch-black shadows fell from the cracks and turned into pitch-black waterfalls. The waterfalls fell from the sky to the earth, causing turmoil and destruction.

Fire rain and light fell, and in just a short moment, the lush grassland cracked into countless huge cracks. The shepherds and their flocks of sheep in the distance were covered by lava before they could even utter a scream. Everything burned in the fiery darkness.

Even though the true Creator who had completely transformed into a human had the desire and ability to escape, he could not stand firm in the violent shaking. His arms loosened, and the lamb turned into a monster with countless eyes, opening its bloody mouth wide enough to swallow an adult's head. After a brief shock, a torrent of fire and shadow engulfed them.

Unconscious and unconscious, this is the first death.

The real creator suddenly woke up. This dream was so real, it was just like he had really turned back into a human being. He could feel happiness, pleasure, and fear. Of course, the feeling of death was also so real.

He woke up with a start, but found that he still had not returned to Lasha. He lay on the roof of a house in the town. The sky in his eyes had returned to its previous clear and bright state, and time had returned to before the "Feast of Betrayal".

Without the time to curse the foreign gods in his heart, the real Creator, covered in cold sweat, jumped up and told the others to run away. Where could they run to? He calmed down. This was an illusion of the past, the memory of the dead... There was nowhere to escape, and he could only sit and watch everything happen!

Then take a look - what do the Outer Gods want you to see?
The real Creator sat up and turned to look at the town. The people in the town were dressed very simply, often in robes made of one or two simple pieces of cloth. Giants and humans lived together, and the children of giants and humans played together. Occasionally, one or two elves with slightly pointed ears could be seen. Priests holding wooden crosses worshiped in the church, praising the glory of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator...

“Loving God, even when we walk in darkness, your light always shines.”

“Lord, you are the source of my life’s salvation, joy and hope in your kingdom.”

Waves of choruses of praise floated into the ears of the True Creator, scenes of peace and joy appeared in the eyes of the True Creator. The peaceful days continued, and then the sky cracked, the sun was torn apart, and meteorites and fireballs smashed into the land.

The chorus came to an abrupt end as a meteorite smashed into the stone chapel.

Lava erupted in the distant market, and children playing and running fell into the sea of ​​fire and turned into ashes.

Shadow eyes opened in the corners of the streets, and those who saw them turned into twisted monsters.

Having lost the divine silence and the eyes that looked up from above, the true Creator finally couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped off the roof and ran towards a child who was about to be caught by a monster.

However, without his extraordinary abilities, he was just an ordinary person. The creature that could kill him with just a glance in the past now tore off his arms and ripped open his chest. Before he died, he heard the sound of the monster chewing on his flesh and intestines.

It was extremely painful, this was the second death.

The true Creator woke up again, His arms and chest were covered with large patches of blood. He took a few breaths of cold air because of the pain, and his body, which had become intact again, seemed to still linger in the pain from before.

He woke up in a cathedral, and the stained glass windows showed the pattern of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord and the eight angel kings...

…The volcano erupted, a tsunami rushed into the city, and huge rocks from the church dome crushed all the worshippers inside.

death.

He joined the people who were escaping and fled madly out of the city...

...We encountered monsters, not many, just two, but the fleeing team was made up entirely of civilians.

A painful death.

He boarded the boat to escape...

He tried to send people away before the "Betrayal Banquet" began...

He tried to seek help from the clergy in this illusion world...

……

death.

Not even once was it slightly mild!

After dying for the umpteenth time, the real creator was able to lie calmly under a tree, guessing with a dead pig not afraid of boiling water whether he would be struck by lightning, hit by a meteorite, burned by fire, or some other more creative way of death.

There was no white spot on his body. The few times he was smashed were enough to stain his clothes.

The "feast of betrayal" continues.

Cracks appeared in the sky again and again, taking away everyone's lives again and again.

Regardless of whether the true creator participates, escapes, or rescues people, he will die with everyone.

"so terrible."

The True Creator pushed his hair back with both hands. The pain of every death and the resentment of powerlessness lingered in His heart. But when He thought that it was Himself who did all this, He felt frustrated and even more annoyed.

that's terrible.

He pulled his hair hard, and after a while, he collapsed back to the ground, watching the world collapse again, and he died with it.

TBC
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Using an anchor to stabilize human nature ten thousand times is not as good as being a human being yourself.

(End of this chapter)