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

Chapter 255 Redemption Ahead

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"The dried fish under the octopus head are indeed quite capable."

The sea of ​​fire once again pushed back the roaring waves.

War is the art of rallying the masses, war is the melting pot of all things. Having lost his army and supreme command, and with the enemy being a natural disaster at sea, Medici was somewhat stretched to the limit.

With the help of the God of Death, both living and spiritual creatures are not allowed to approach this place. The orders of the Emperor of the Dead are higher than those of Pope Gad II of Storms, so natural disasters are not allowed to approach and must stay on the outskirts of Rasha.

Rasha is so small that chaotic cyclones and storms are packed in the surrounding seas like sardines in a can. The island is extremely far away from the mainland, and tsunamis are washing over the island's barriers without any scruples. The sea level is already level with the mountain peaks.

Relying on his own status, if Medici could forcibly incorporate the other angel Suea on the field into the army of "Red War", he would immediately gain a huge boost, but he did not want this foreign god's follower with an uncertain stance to bring him some unnecessary trouble.

"The Lord's promotion is not over yet?!"

The prayer of No. 4 of the God's Descent Team indicated that they had begun. The staggered arrangement of one team every ten minutes allowed the fiercely fighting War Angels to accurately judge the passage of time. Medici murmured in his heart, it was almost forty minutes, when did it take so long to get promoted, which required drinking a potion, meditating, and leaving everything to fate?
And the spiritual world corresponding to Rasha is burning fiercely.

The sun with an abstract human face stared at the island intently. The pure and bright flame purified the curse and burned away the layers of seals. The flames of the spiritual world had burned into reality. The fiery light surged from the end of the sea, turning the edge of the island into slowly dying white ash. Under the gaze of the sun, everything would turn into dust or become part of the light.

"Hold on a little longer..."

Medici still chose to temporarily bring Sue into a spiritual link and use his eyes to observe the situation of the island and the seal.

The small island is being eaten away by circles of light, and the breath of death is also being dissolved by the light. As the light moves forward, the sea water will quickly fill up. Even if "restart" is used to restore the island, that part has already been buried underwater.

Only one drop of "Angel of Destiny's Blood" remains.

The light melted a huge gap in the "coffin", which Sua could not stop. From the gap, a heavy rain fell - heavy rain was an understatement, it was clearly pouring water into the gap!
A mouth popped out from Medici's right cheek: "Stop the rain!"

"You don't need to tell me."

The illusory crack on his left cheek also spoke: "What did you just do?!"

"Tsk, who knows what 'good luck' is? Anyway, our situation has not improved..." Medici shook off the rain on the blood-red sword in his hand and sneered meaningfully, "Maybe 'good luck' means that a traitor decided not to join the war!"

As we were talking, the rain had already reached above our feet, turning the ground into water-soaked mud.

The power of Medici's mechanical container has been turned to maximum. The expensive and sturdy spiritual metal has become a red-hot iron. The rain evaporates as soon as it falls. At the same time, the surface of the rubber begins to melt. His human form gradually collapses, gradually revealing the appearance of a bloody evil spirit.

The last drop of blood turned into a silver thread coiled around the palm of His hand. Medici thought calmly, waiting for the rain to rise a little more.

I can still hold on, a little higher, a little higher... When I reach my calf, I'll "restart" and break out of the seal, engaging in close combat with the natural disaster outside!
After only a few seconds of waiting, which seemed so long, the world suddenly became dark.

It was as if the lights went out, the sun disappeared, and the sound of the sea, which seemed to never stop, suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Medici was covered in flames, and he suddenly fell into darkness. The fire did not illuminate the surrounding land, but instead reflected the eyes in the shadows!

Ovals of different sizes with pointed ends outline the white of the eyes, and the simple round eyeballs are painted black, just like a child's stick figure drawing.

Countless black and white eyes wandered and gathered in the darkness. He saw layers of black wings spread out, and in the pure shadow, a white halo burning with flames appeared behind the head of a majestic figure as tall as a mountain.

Medici watched all this in astonishment, and his three mouths opened slightly at the same time.

……

Southern Continent.

All the colonies of Intis fell into panic without exception. The sun in the sky suddenly disappeared. After the light disappeared, even the sound of the wind disappeared. Everyone was trapped in a world of shadows, unable to see or hear anything. They could only grab the things around them or the hands of their family members to confirm that they were still in this world with a vague sense of touch.

It was clearly dark, but it seemed as if countless eyes were falling on everyone.

People fumbled for the gas switch and turned on the light tremblingly. When the light came on, the black and white eyes around them also took a step back, and in the darkness farther away, eyes turned at the same time, staring at the light and the person in it.

And people know nothing about it.

They kept rubbing their arms, wrapping themselves in blankets, lighting the fireplace, and always felt that the weather was unusually cold.

On the balcony of the Aldra Palace, the God of Death stared at the halo and the black cross rising in the distance, and a trace of fear appeared in his cold eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder and bright lightning tore through the dark sky. The thunder sounded like countless huge wheels rolling over the ground, or like someone was banging on a huge iron pot, and this iron pot was upside down above the world, above everyone's head!
After the shadows were torn apart by the lightning, a light a thousand times brighter than before appeared briefly.

In a corner of the town, a hand reached out from the darkness and knocked on the table twice. The shadows in the entire house and the eyes in the shadows were immediately forced to the periphery, and the natural light strangely returned to the house.

“When these two millennia are over, the Almighty will return to heaven, and Satan will be released from his prison.”

Edward held his chin and looked into the distance. Even though there was only a meaningless dark void there, he was in a better mood than ever before.

"If there is a heaven, there must be a hell."

Next to His hand, an old book was finally finished, and it was closed with a carved metal clasp, telling the glory and sin of the Almighty, and filling it with the sorrow and blessings of the innocent, recording the story of a god who fell to the earth, was stained with blood, and finally returned to heaven with humans.

Since the real Creator took over the sin of the Creator, He is the Creator.

He seized the opportunity and took back the direction of the Creator.

“I will gather them together for battle; their number will be like the sand on the seashore.”

He scooped up a spoonful of freshly ground coffee powder and poured it into the prepared container. The brown-black powder fell like rain.

"In this way, the story of destruction becomes even more grandiose."

"How many stories and disasters can I remember this time..."

The God of Decline narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and looked across the void filled with shadows, lightning, and the sun in the distance, as if until the end of time. He was rejoicing for the coming world, as if he had already seen the most intense moment of this huge war, the battlefield of the gods had decided the outcome, the world was wailing on the brink of collapse, and there were corpses everywhere around.

“Maybe He will wake up, and I will die?” His expression showed a hint of anticipation. “That’s not bad either. Everything has an end.”

The place abandoned by God, Silver City.

Uno sat in his cradle, his eyes fixed on the western sky.

Mrs. Skold sat beside the cradle, cutting a piece of soft, warm fur in her hands, and looking at her child with curiosity.

The baby suddenly covered his eyes, and the mother quickly put down the fur and reached out to pick up the child. At this moment, her vision suddenly went dark, and Mrs. Skourd was terrified. Rays of morning light emanated from her body, but they could not illuminate the world around her!
A dim light appeared, and Uno, who was held in her arms, stretched out his two little hands, as if holding up something invisible. The surrounding darkness slowly retreated a little, leaving a one-meter gap illuminated by the morning light.

But Mrs. Skold did not feel lucky for her survival. She did not even have time to thank the angel of destiny for her protection. The sudden darkness lasted for more than five heartbeats, and the despair of the destruction of Silver City rose in her heart!

She immediately looked for the candle in the room according to the location she remembered. She was surprised to find that the candle was still burning, but the light was tightly wrapped around the flame, and not a single ray of light could get out, as if another layer of curtain had wrapped around everything around it.

Just then, she saw a golden beam of light rising in the distance. Derrick Berg stood in the light, nervously paying attention to the situation around him.

In the darkness, you must not stray too far from your companions, nor immediately approach someone who has just returned... Mrs. Scould picked up her weapon and nervously observed the warm light and Derrick in it for a while. After a while, she chose to approach.

At this moment, she was surprised to find that many figures were approaching Derrick at the same time. One after another, they appeared in the light, including "Chief" Colin Iliad, Antirna and her husband, Elder Lovia... Each of them had confusion and doubt on their faces. Something more incredible than the destruction of Silver City had happened. In the absolute darkness, the people of Silver City did not suffer any casualties!

"How is this going?"

In the light, Colin Iliad asked in a serious tone.

"The light suddenly disappeared." Derrick took the initiative to stand on the roof so that the light could attract more people. "The lightning disappeared, and the candles didn't work. I tried my extraordinary ability and found that only the light of purification could be used!"

"No monster appeared in the darkness." Luo Weiya said in a complicated tone, "But I have an urge to kneel down..."

People whispered for a while, and finally turned their eyes to Mrs. Skold and the child in her arms at the edge of the crowd.

Mrs. Skold shook her head. "No revelation."

At this moment, the shadows on all sides became much thicker, increasingly eerie and gloomy, as if brewing some terrible, unknown and irresistible danger.

"Don't be afraid."

A strange and old voice suddenly rushed into people's ears. They were attracted by the voice, their hearts trembled, and they forgot their uneasiness for a moment.

In the shadows, a lantern quickly approached the direction of the light. The "Angel of the Word" Stifo was also disturbed and came to the Silver City. He looked at the sunlight from afar, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. "Whoever has ears should hear what the Holy Spirit says to the believers."

Amid the surprised or terrified looks of the crowd, Steve knelt deeply toward the west, prostrating himself on the ground.

In front of Him, in the thick shadows, an illusory and tall figure slowly emerged.

Layers of illusory black wings spread out, spirituality turned into feathers and fell down, and a golden halo burned behind His head.

"People from the East Continent..."

The man who seemed so tall and mighty that he could not be looked directly at actually had a young and experienced voice.

"I am the Lord you believe in."

"The Almighty, the All-Knowing, the Creator of Everything, the Sun God who was and is and is to come."

Lovia slowly knelt on the ground, her breathing became rapid. Her Lord was right in front of her, but she no longer had the courage to look him in the face.

Colin Iliad's pupils trembled, and he looked at the Angel of Destiny in horror, but saw that He remained silent and did not refute.

The people of Silver City looked at each other in disbelief. While trembling with fear, they couldn't help but secretly look at the figure of this great being in front of them, and their doubts became more and more serious.

Only Derrick, who knew some of the inside story, hesitated and asked expectantly:
"Are you really our Lord, the great sun god?"

The mountain-like figure once again uttered a young man's voice that did not match his voice: "Yes."

Derrick scratched his head, not knowing what to say. The people of Silver City looked at each other and once again expressed their distrust with their body language - you are indeed a great being, but you are too different from the Sun God in the Holy Scripture, aren't you?

Where is the sun?

The warmth and light in the myth...where is it?

Where is the great power that created everything?

Omniscience and omnipotence, thunderous divine punishment, endless knowledge... where are they?
The people of Silver City, and even all the living people in the God-Forsaken Land, saw only a huge and terrifying shadow, bottomless darkness and fear. It was more like the demon wolves in mythology that flew in the darkness and spread panic, rather than the great Creator of light.

The clearing fell into an eerie silence.

"...Great God."

Colin broke the silence, but he found it difficult to address the being in front of him with the Lord's name, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak:
"Your coming today is..."

The True Creator calmly watched all of this, watched the humans living on the God-forsaken Land, and suddenly He realized that these mortals, who were only Sequence 4 at the highest, had relied on their own strength to live on this land that was eroded by their own Kingdom of God for so long, as long as the time of His madness, so long that He had become accustomed to their struggles for survival, and felt that this was another kind of matter of course - they would survive anyway, so there was no need to rush to save them.

So it kept being delayed, ten years, twenty years, a hundred years, two hundred years, five hundred years... one thousand nine hundred and fifty-four years.

Anyway, they will try their best to survive.

"I am really stupid." The True Creator sighed, "You don't need gods, you can still survive."

He did not use the ancient giant language to say this, so the people in the City of Silver did not understand.

"I have lost my power, my glory, and my light, leaving only this gloomy and dark appearance."

"The sun has already set."

God's voice echoed across the vast, dark land, drowning out even the endless thunder.

"Everyone, the God you believe in is no longer me."

"For this reason, do not cling to the sun's radiance any longer. Your salvation is no longer in my hands."

Although His words were clear enough, the meaning contained in them made Colin Iliad, Lovia, Derrick and even everyone else tremble. As He spoke, strange visions appeared in everyone’s mind. The sun went out, the sky was torn apart, endless shadows flowed across the earth, and the world was destroyed... People trembled, and the eerie breath made it almost difficult for them to breathe.

The Angel of the Holy Word knelt quietly and remained silent.

"You...are you really the Lord?!"

The most devout priest in the City of Silver suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the shadow with overlapping wings. His body trembled and tears flowed.

"Lord! I am your devout lamb. No matter what you look like, no matter whether the sun shines the same as before, I will not change my faith!"

A pair of clear black and white eyes looked at the devout priest, and then shifted its gaze.

"Your one thousand nine hundred and fifty-four years of suffering were caused by me."

"Your ancestors and family members died because of me."

"It is not just the glory that has vanished. Sin and the sea of ​​blood have already drowned me. That is my sin, the cross I must bear."

"From today on, you don't have to believe me."

"Your redeemer is on the way. You can obtain salvation and light without the sun."

The words of the gods were harsh to the point of being cruel, but at the end they were also tender. A promise was placed between man and God. The priest opened his mouth slightly, the pain of having his faith denied and the surprise of being promised salvation overflowing in his heart at the same time. The uneasy and frightened people slowly calmed down.

"Lord, this is not your fault!"

In the silence, Stephen, who had been patient for a long time, suddenly spoke. He closed his eyes and said loudly:
"Lord, please understand that human sacrifice has brought about the continuation of your glory. We are willing to sacrifice everything for you, even our lives!"

"If you claim to be guilty... ah, great Lord, then how should we deal with ourselves? The only way is to die!!"

Stephen didn't dare to open his eyes, didn't dare to raise his head, and didn't dare to listen to the Lord's next words.

The terrifying scene that was like the end of the world lingered in his mind. His hometown seemed to appear before his eyes again, the prosperous and peaceful Emerald City, where he was born and grew up bathed in the glory of the Lord. He was then selected into the church choir, and then became an extraordinary person, fighting against pagans for the glory of the Lord... until he finally became an angel walking on earth and ascended to heaven. The scenes that had been deliberately forgotten in his memory reappeared.

His hometown, his children, his family, his descendants who love to lie on his knees and listen to the stories told by their ancestors...

"Lord...we never regret..."

"It is our honor to die for you and to be with you, and we have never regretted it..."

The true Creator looked quietly at the pious and old angel, and the dark earth was dead silent.

"It's just...just..."

On that drooping, wrinkled face, a tear of sadness that could not be concealed oozed out of the corner of the angel's eye.
“Lord…How I wish…”

"I can go to you on their behalf..."

The memories of the past were burned away by the fire.

What blasphemy! What damnation! What disrespect!

When I heard the Lord say, “That was my sin”—

Shamefully, pathetically, and hatefully, He actually felt a sense of joy and relief.

The tears finally fell.

The memorial ceremony, which came two thousand years late, finally took away the souls of the dead and the grief in the hearts of the living.

TBC
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“I forgive your debts, as I forgive my debtors.”

"From now on, you are no longer guilty."

(End of this chapter)