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

Chapter 260 God is Watching You

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Only after listening to Medici's report and confirming that He had adapted well to His new body did the True Creator lower his head slightly, look at the Dark Saint kneeling at His feet, and ask calmly:
"Nothing?"

The Dark Saint lowered his head even lower. His poor performance and the fact that he was too close to the throne made him feel panic and indescribable honor, which made his mind confused and he couldn't help but tremble. He tried his best to suppress his excitement:

"Lord, I beg you to forgive me."

"We have not been able to find..."

Kosma's throat rolled, and he spoke as if enduring great shame:
"…the murderer of Mr. X, Louis Wayne."

After four days of searching, nothing was found. The Aurora Society even used spies to participate in the Storm Church's search for this person, trying to get some useful information back, but unexpectedly, the church also got nothing.

The murderer seemed to not exist at all, or like a drop of water that fell into the sea and disappeared.

If the Dark Saint had not witnessed the entire process of the other party's crime with his own eyes, he would be as clueless as the "Deep Blue High Priest" now.

Seeing that the Lord did not make any comments, the Dark Saint paused, then gritted his teeth and continued to report:
"...the extraordinary gathering organized by Mr. X grew gradually through invitations to selected members. On the day of the accident, everyone was carefully checked and there should be no case of imposters."

After saying this, he realized that he had made a mistake - because it had already happened, and even caused the death of a divine messenger. The death of Louis Wayne, a Sequence 5, was nothing, but many Beyonders present had witnessed this incident, and it would cause a certain blow to the reputation of the Aurora Society - Kosma immediately changed his words:

"According to my memory, the attacker was about 1 meters tall, most likely a woman, but the possibility of a short man is not ruled out."

"We found members who met the requirements at the party, including those under 1 meters tall."

"But the other party is likely to have extraordinary items or abilities that can change their appearance, so the chances of success in searching based on physical features are low."

“So we started tracking everybody.”

True Creator:.

"During the nearly four-day search, we used divination, collected X's belongings, and tried to communicate with the spirit world..."

"…But the divination results show that X's experiences before his death were very normal. He did not see any strange people, nor did he get into trouble. As for the spirit communication, it failed within ten minutes of the accident. The spirit may have been destroyed or restrained."

He told the Aurora Society about all the efforts it had made, and he believed that there were no omissions and no other means. Finally, he concluded with great guilt:
"I beg you to forgive my incompetence. I am willing to accept any punishment."

The True Creator began to think quickly.

In the past few days, Medici left the Northern Continent, first reshaped his body, and then took his team to the Southern Continent. There were no people with higher status than angels in the Aurora Society.

Mr. X, Louis Wayne is a Sequence 5 "Traveler". Judging from the one-shot kill described by Kosma, the "Traveler" had no chance to put up any resistance. Either the person who killed him completely crushed him, or he was restrained before being killed. - Based on the details of the report, the latter is more likely.

The divination that the Dark Saint participated in failed, indicating that the assassin had the same status as the Dark Saint, or there was a being with a higher status behind him. ——But it was a bit too weird for such a being to personally give a blessing to kill a not-so-important divine messenger in the Aurora Society.

The True Creator asked succinctly:
"Place."

The terrified Dark Saint was slightly stunned, and immediately said, "East District, an abandoned hotel in the alley of Tribulus Street."

The True Creator's gaze shifted slightly to the left, looking at the white sky outside the window.

More than ten kilometers away, in a dark alley in the East District that had completely become a ruin, shadows in the corners where the sun could not reach suddenly stood up at the same time. Their upper parts were off the ground, while their lower parts were still on the ground, like a group of snakes suddenly standing up.

A black and white eye emerged from the upper part of countless shadows of all sizes. The shadows wandered in all directions of the ruins and swam onto the nearby houses. The god's gaze swept through this small ruin and did not see anything that shouldn't be there.

Is the existence behind the assassin a true god?
Or maybe there was something, but it disappeared after four days.

The true God is impossible, and the mystical connection cannot disappear completely in such a short time. The true creator fell into deep thought, and suddenly he thought of something and had a guess in his mind.

The Sequence 5 of “Fortune Teller” is “Master of Secret Puppet”…

The Outer Gods revealed that in that small meeting called the Tarot Club, there was an apprentice who was suspected to be a member of the Abraham family...

Klein was surprisingly considerate. I was thinking about what reason and appearance to use to meet him.

Now, we have it.

After a moment of silence, He withdrew His gaze and spoke calmly:
"I already know."

"Go back."

The Dark Saint was extremely surprised and delighted. He had no doubt about the power of the gods. He suppressed his excitement, bowed his head, and left the room.

Just as the True Creator was about to speak, he suddenly saw several black lines extending from his body. He immediately turned his head to look at where the lines came from, only to see that they penetrated the wall and strangely connected in the direction of Backlund.

There are also several lines whose source is myself, connecting to certain people who are constantly moving outside the wall.

Although it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, the True Creator immediately recognized whose authority these strange lines belonged to.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded somewhat unkind.

In the corner of the room, a figure appeared out of nowhere with his back against the wall.

He clenched his hands, and all the thin lines extending from the True Creator disappeared.

"You seem to want to take this opportunity to have a friendly exchange with the mysterious heir." The gray-haired puppet, which was about the same size as a real person, leaned against the wall and said, "I can offer you a chance, but the price is that I will go too. Are you willing?"

“He” continued to promote his product: “A perfect opportunity to contact Klein. With such an exaggerated deification ritual, you wouldn’t still want to sneak into Backlund’s core area.”

The True Creator was thinking the same thing. It was easy for Him to meet Klein. He only needed to send someone to him, chant His name, and let His will temporarily descend on the megaphone, and then he could successfully complete the conversation (assuming that Klein would not chant the goddess's name at the same time or ask for help from the surrounding churches. The Goddess of Night or the Lord of Storms would not notice the megaphone sent over). But the Outer God seemed to have other intentions - He grasped the key point and asked back:
"Can you let me communicate with him face to face?"

"Of course." The Decayed King twisted a thread, "Mr. Dwayne Dantes will host a dinner party on Saturday."

"But you can't influence his choice." The True Creator said, and suddenly frowned, "What you influence is..."

Most nobles and wealthy people would not spend time and energy to select their guests personally, otherwise what would they do with a butler with an annual salary of more than 100 pounds?

"His steward will consider whether to invite the 'invisible rich man of the Fiye estate'."

The Outer God showed the fork of fate: "Ally, you have not managed the identity I gave you at all... You are not a noble, you are rich but you have not shown up in the upper class many times. Otherwise, the 'rich man who wants to enter the upper class' will definitely put you on the list."

"Now you are just an unknown invisible rich man who cannot bring benefits to others, so it is naturally difficult for strangers to invite you."

"Possibility"... a kind of prophecy, a branch of fate...

The True Creator said: "Forcibly selecting a branch will bring unreasonable changes. In this case, you must have other options."

The corners of the Outer God's mouth slightly raised upwards, and his facial expression changed a little, but his voice remained calm and cold.

"Yes."

"My servants have close connections with high society and they attend Mr. Dantes's dinner parties."

"Perhaps you would be willing to become the guest of honor of the demon family."

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"Hurry! Hurry! Get ready to evacuate, burn everything that can't be used!!"

The officers ran back and forth in the barracks, shouting loudly. The soldiers kept carrying supplies and valuable documents and throwing those that they didn't have time to take away directly into the nearby fire.

The wounded who could be rescued were carried onto the carriage, and the dying ones had to be left behind. The documents and materials were thrown into the raging fire. A gust of wind blew, and the flames climbed up the tightly connected tents, quickly turning into a sea of ​​​​fire.

Men and women, half-naked, were constantly driven out of houses requisitioned by the army, hiding in corners and shivering in fear.

"Sir! We're ready!" a soldier shouted.

"Follow the troops and the church, and evacuate to the northwest!" the officer responded. Then, he strode and kicked open the adjutant's house, cursing, "Johnson! What are you still hesitating about, you bastard! Has your brain been eaten by zombies?!"

Johnson was holding several huge boxes, a dozen deeds, and a large box at his feet, which contained artifacts and gold and silver jewelry he had looted during his years in the city-state. Burning in the fireplace were evidence of his bribery and letters. The young and good-looking local maids huddled in a corner, and several servants who had been shot dead lay on the ground.

"Major General, this is two hundred thousand pounds!"

Seeing his boss about to get angry, the already somewhat plump adjutant quickly begged for mercy, smiling cautiously, "It's all the fault of the servants for being too slow. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to steal something and escape. It took me a lot of time to teach them a lesson..."

The major general was furious. He slapped his adjutant to the ground and cursed:
"Johnson, I know it's not easy for you to be away from home for more than ten years. I usually turn a blind eye to you, but you and your bunch of parasites really treat the army as your own!"

"Why are so many of our artillery shells already losing their vitality?! Where did the money I allocated for purchasing them go?!" "Why is one-third of the food rotten and moldy?! Where did you check the accounts every two months?!"

"You're taking the lead in finding women? You have a wife and children in your country, right? You've got so many illegitimate children, and now all of them have informed the Death God Church! Johnson, when I return to Loen, I will definitely bring you, the damn kingdom borer, to a military court!"

The garrison of the Kingdom of Loen was actually beaten back dozens of kilometers by the evil cult! They lost two cities! Now they have been defeated on the plateau and have no choice but to retreat to the port city and ask for help from their own country! ! !
What a shame!
The more the major general thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt as if countless active volcanoes were erupting in his heart. He almost poured out all his anger from the several disastrous defeats on his adjutant. He pulled out his pistol, and put the black muzzle directly on the adjutant's forehead, which was covered with tears and snot, and roared:
"You're still fucking delaying military intelligence!"

"Who allowed you to commandeer three carriages by yourself?! And they're waiting for you outside!"

"How many wounded can be transported with three carriages? You'll just have to go to the grave with the zombies with this little money and gold!!"

Johnson was so frightened that he trembled all over. He cried and begged:
"General! I was wrong! I will never do it again!"

"I won't dare to do that again! General, I don't want any of these things anymore! I will confiscate all my property!"

"I beg you to spare my life for Shanita's sake. My lovely sister is still waiting for her husband and brother to return home!"

Hearing this, the major general was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. Veins bulged on his forehead and the fingers holding the trigger turned white from the force. He endured the urge to open the safety and shoot the other person.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a spiritual cry from outside, and saw a killed indigenous woman staggering to her feet. The soldiers around her turned her into a sieve in fear, and the ground and walls were covered with blood and minced meat.

"The Church of Death has caught up with us?! So fast?!"

The major general's pupils suddenly shrank, but then he calmed down: "No, it was just an accident. Even if they caught up, it's not a large force. Damn, too much time was wasted, and now half of the people haven't evacuated yet!"

"No corpse-prediction behavior is allowed here!"

"Undead creatures are not allowed to roam this place!"

He immediately shouted twice out of the window, and the chilly feeling gradually disappeared, and the color of the nearby flames slowly returned to normal.

"What...what should we do, General?" Johnson was so frightened that he almost cried again, "Is it still possible for us to evacuate?"

The major general glared at him fiercely, then suddenly revealed a cruel smile and threw the gun in his hand to him:

"Dear Lieutenant Johnson, now is the time for you to sacrifice your life for your country."

"You, what did you say?"

"I'm sure Shanita would prefer to see her brother become a hero rather than a coward, and your wife and children can receive a pension rather than the scandal of an illegitimate child and endless property disputes." The major general said coldly, "You, take your people and cover the retreat."

The adjutant, who had become a domineering waste in the colony, began to tremble violently. He did not dare to pick up the gun at his feet. He rushed over and tried to hold the general's legs to beg for mercy, but the general seemed to have an invisible barrier on his body. When Johnson's hand reached out, it naturally slid to the side and could not even touch the corner of the other's clothes.

The major general left the house without looking back. He walked distractedly in the chaotic military camp. When his thoughts returned, he unexpectedly found himself in front of his temporary command tent.

He walked in and saw that most of the things inside had been moved out, leaving only bulky and useless items such as tables, chairs and cabinets.

The major general opened the cabinet and confirmed that all the documents had been moved, but suddenly noticed a strange box at the bottom of the cabinet. In the box was a black old-fashioned oil lamp with a Balam pattern.

It seemed to be something given to him by an officer, and it was said to be a cultural relic, but he was not interested in cultural relics and just left it here.

"Forget it, let's take it away together."

The major general sighed, picked up the thing, and quickly left the tent.

Seeing the chaotic scene outside, he became furious again, clenched the oil lamp with his fingers, and cursed:
"Damn the Church of Death! Damn the cultists, damn the termites!"

"It's too late. It's too late for everyone to retreat..."

"Damn it, if only there was a way to transfer everyone to Berens City immediately!"

Suddenly, with a slight "click" sound, the black oil lamp in his hand suddenly lit up, and the golden light quickly expanded, enveloping everything around.

"Bomb?!" The major general was shocked. Just as he was about to throw the oil lamp away, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed.

Wow, wow...

He turned his head sharply and saw a seashore with white waves constantly washing the shore.

The smell of sea water irritated his nose. The major general looked confused, and the soldiers around him also looked confused. They were holding supplies and documents ready to be transferred. They looked at each other, not understanding why they suddenly came to the seaside.

Their base is on the inland plateau hundreds of kilometers away!

After half a minute of silence, a soldier suddenly realized something. He fell to his knees, kissed the ground, and shouted, "Praise the storm!"

The soldiers came to their senses one after another, knelt down with joy at having survived the catastrophe, and shouted one after another: "Praise the gods!"

Only the major general stood by the sea in a daze, looking at the sea in the distance, then at the oil lamp in his hand, his expression gradually becoming strange:
"Is this an extraordinary object?"

"An extraordinary item that can make wishes come true?"

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On the mysterious primitive island, Klein and Alger worked together to kill the gargoyles and zombies and came to the end of the cemetery hall.

There seemed to be some kind of painting-like traces on the wall, which attracted the attention of the two. Klein signaled Alger not to get close, then made the Blood Admiral appear and flew towards the wall.

Senior lowered his altitude and saw clearly what was depicted on the ground in the central area:
The picture was dark in tone, with blurry figures in the background and a long table as the main subject.

On the long table lay a figure carrying a glorious cross, surrounded by three shadowy figures.

One of them was handsome and vigorous, one was majestic and heroic, and one had a white beard and looked very wise, but all three pairs of eyes revealed an indescribable sense of evil, and their behavior was the same:

One of them tore off the figure's arm, one held up the head, and one dug out the still-beating heart.

Opposite them, there was a long and wide gap between the chest and abdomen of the figure, and a sinister and dark baby was sitting cross-legged.

The four of them seemed to be aware that someone was spying on them, and they looked upwards at the same time, as if they were watching every living being that saw the painting!
——When Klein saw the picture clearly through the sight of the Wrathful Spirit Senior, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the beating sound was so intense that even he could hear it.

As a "fortune teller" who was good at interpreting revelations and symbols, he only felt the blood in his body rushing madly to his head, making his head swell and dizzy, which seemed to prevent him from thinking further.

But even so, there was an illusory voice that belonged to him echoing in his mind, full of fear:
Then, that figure that was dismembered and eaten should represent the ancient sun god, the creator of everything that Silver City believed in, the omniscient and omnipotent god!

And the three evil figures surrounding Him, I, I have seen them before!
In Backlund's underground ruins, where the evil spirit of the "Red Angel" is sealed!

They exist in the form of statues, not as evil as in this picture, representing, respectively:

"Eternal Sun", "Lord of Storms", "God of Knowledge and Wisdom"!
Suddenly, Klein remembered a term he had acquired before, a term he had acquired by facing the Eternal Blazing Sun:

"Pure white angel"!
This... No way... Could it be that "Eternal Sun" was once an angel beside the ancient sun god?

Little "Sun" mentioned before that he heard a clergyman of the Creator muttering something in a confessional and prophetic tone in Afternoon Town. Among them was this sentence: The kings frequently went to the palace of Dusk to plot... "Eternal Blazing Sun" was originally called "Pure White Angel", the king of angels, and also betrayed the Creator?
A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to Klein's mind. It seemed that everything about the Creator finally became coherent and formed a complete event!

The "Ancient Sun God" believed in by the City of Silver became the mad and corrupt "True Creator" due to certain events.

Because of this incident, the "Ancient Sun God" lost the authority to create everything in the legend, lost the power of the sun, lost the divine punishment of thunder and lightning, and was no longer omniscient, nor omnipotent...

And this painting shows the "event" that caused the huge change!
"The kings have betrayed the Lord..."

This event was that the eight "Angel Kings" around the Lord killed the ancient sun god, devoured Him, and plundered His authority!

If my guess is true, then the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" should also be the Creator that the City of Silver believes in, the Angel Kings beside the Ancient Sun God. Perhaps they should be called "Angels of Wind" and "Angels of Wisdom"...

In this way, the eight angel kings are all here, the Dark Angel, the White Angel, the Wind Angel, the Wisdom Angel, the Time Angel, the Fate Angel, the Red Angel... From what the little "Sun" heard and the subsequent actions of these angel kings, it seems that except for the two sons of God, Amon and Adam, the other angel kings have betrayed the Creator... This ancient sun god is a bit too miserable... However, this painting may not be true, it may be slander, so it is doubtful...

The dark baby sitting in the belly of the ancient sun god... felt like the "real creator"... and he had grown up now... Klein thought of a lot of things instantly. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to turn around and walk away, pretending that he had never seen the picture.

TBC
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The activity center of the Dusk Hermits. The Tyrant card is in hand.

(End of this chapter)