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

Chapter 291 Chorus of Destruction

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"…How many church members and innocent people died in the pursuit of Ince Zangwill and the recovery of 0-08?"

"…How pitiful, you foolish and upright people are! How sad they would be if they knew that their tragedy was tacitly approved by God from the very beginning!"

Leonard gritted his teeth and ran with Daly on his back, not daring to look at the scene behind him.

"...0-08 is an important item needed by a high-sequence Beyonder. Your Goddess of Night has cooperated with him before, so as a reward, you have to give 0-08 to this high-sequence powerhouse."

The oncoming wind blew on his face, and a chilling breath rose from behind him. Just a wisp of breath made Leonard's knees go weak and he fell to the ground, his hands and feet spasming uncontrollably.

Leonard struggled to raise his upper body and put Daly, who had fallen to the ground, back on his back.

He knew that his hands and legs were shaking violently, and fear and many more complex emotions captured his heart. But he still had to take Ms. Daly and the captain away from here, so he bit his lips hard, and the pain barely drove away those emotions.

"Do you hate me, or do you hate the existence of 'random manipulation of human life'?"

What I hate is...

Leonard stood up trembling, supported Daly on his back, put aside all distracting thoughts, and said to himself: Run, run, run!

But even so, his teeth continued to chatter and tears flowed unconsciously.

Run, run, run. Keep running away.

"Run!"

When the crowd reappeared around him, Leonard yelled at them: "Run! Don't stand here!!"

But the passers-by around him did not listen to his shouts. They looked at the ragged, wounded young man carrying an unconscious woman with curious eyes. Leonard did not have time to do more, and could only continue to run forward unwillingly and angrily.

He didn't dare slow down even a bit. His spiritual perception made him feel cold all over, as if a sharp knife was against the back of his neck.

A huge explosion was heard behind them, and the people around started to discuss in surprise. Then, screams of extreme fear rang out one after another. The blood-red sea water poured into the city, and countless people were swallowed up without a sound, as if they had melted directly into it.

run! run! run!
The instinct of survival and the thought of "I must get them away from here" occupied Leonard's mind. He wished he could instantly turn into an eight-legged monster like Ince Zangwill, able to run at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

"Captain Soest!"

"Lord Ilia!!"

He shouted loudly the names of his companions and saints, but the "Eye of the Goddess" was not there, and Soest might have given up approaching the dangerous street garden after discussing with other people in the church, and chose to evacuate the people or use other methods.

The breath of madness and death followed closely behind, and Leonard watched with his own eyes as those who failed to dodge were swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood, with screams and cries always fleeting.

He felt that he was gradually losing strength, and he felt as if there was an angry voice roaring in his heart, but his ears were tinnitus due to spiritual and physical overdraft, and he could not hear what the voice was roaring at all.

With the last of his strength, Leonard poured his spirituality into the "creeping hunger" and rushed into the door that suddenly opened in front of him.

boom!
Leonard lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately the grass was soft and still warm from the sun.

He chose an abandoned garden on the outskirts of Backlund as the coordinates. It was a sparsely populated area and had been in disrepair for many years. No one would notice that a red glove had suddenly traveled hundreds of kilometers from the coast to the capital.

He put Daly down, then fell to the ground exhausted.

At this moment, his brain finally started to function again. He thought of the priest who had picked up 0-08 and whose face he could no longer remember, Klein who was suddenly taken away by the shadow, and the nanny who lit an oil lamp in the orphanage and gently told the children the mythological stories in "Apocalypse of the Night" when he was a child. He thought of those oaths, those companions, those who expressed their gratitude to him, those who cried helplessly, and those others who sacrificed their lives in dangerous missions again and again...

Deal, sacrifice, undercover, acquiescence.

I hate...

Leonard covered his eyes with his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks.

……

The True Creator closed his eyes and his expression became serious:
"Klein, close your eyes. Don't listen or look."

Klein nodded, closed his eyes, and blocked his hearing. The sticky shadows around him surged up like a curtain of water, hiding him in another world.

The True Creator watched Klein disappear into the shadows. His eyes shifted slightly, and a very cold wind blew in from the window. A grayish-white figure appeared in His eyes.

The figure smiled and said, "That's great. We have only been apart for a few hours, and we have met again with a completely new look. The unpredictable changes in possibilities are always so fascinating."

Judging from the number of words, the Outer God is indeed in a relatively happy mood now, with a personality similar to Edward's. It may also be a disguise brought by the devil's path. He is more difficult to deal with than before... The real creator sighed in his heart and said bluntly:

"Give me the uniqueness and sequence one of 'Visionary'."

“No. Adam teamed up with Dark Night to attack me and tried to take away my extraordinary characteristics. I will not let Him go.”

The Declined King shook his head, his tone still relatively cheerful: "Of course, I know that an alliance maintained by power and interests can only be more closely connected when both sides gain something... Dear ally, do you want to gain something else?"

The True Creator narrowed his eyes slightly. He was neither disappointed nor surprised by this answer.

It is certain that he will not give it to me. As long as I can obtain the "Dreamer", I can immediately use the uniqueness imagined to get infinitely close to my heyday. The Outer Gods are likely to know some of the secrets.

Adam's arrangement was truly a stroke of genius.

He really doubted whether he had been contaminated by the outer gods, so he did not use his true body to meet Him, which resulted in a fatal mistake.

The true Creator showed no sadness or joy. He suppressed all his emotional expressions and then slowly raised a finger.

"Eternal Blazing Sun."

He said calmly, "You also know that 'creating everything, omniscient and omnipotent' is my most important direction. 'Visionary' means a lot to me, far more than a sun. Therefore, give me His three parts of sequence one and uniqueness completely and normally."

The Outer God just thought about it for a moment. He knew that goodwill and equal power would better promote cooperation, and he was not surprised by this request:

"My pleasure."

The speaking style and tone also changed... The True Creator spoke next, "Besides that, I have a new deal to discuss with you: I want you to give me a blessing, a normal blessing."

The Decayed King paused for a second:
"I need to explain to you, ally. My curse is a blessing. You can regard the latter as a side effect of the former. How can you use the side effect alone? It depends on you."

The true Creator spoke:
"I will ask for your help under certain conditions. You will choose the most appropriate curse and power."

The Outer Gods became interested after hearing this:
"Oh, as you requested? I'm glad you're willing to trust me like this, but what exactly are you going to do?"

"It depends on whether you have the courage to participate."

The corners of the True Creator's mouth slightly raised, and for the first time in a transaction with an Outer God, he took the initiative to reach out:
"——Decadent King, do you dare to participate in the return of 'God'?"

"I want to make a deal with you. I will use my complete trust in you in exchange for your wholehearted help. I will try to control the Chaos Sea and invite you to be a witness and assistant. You also have the authority of 'recording', so this must be a great gift."

The moment these words were spoken, the expression and movements of the decayed king stopped at the same time.

His mimicked human face finally froze in a smile that showed that he was waiting for the real Creator to make a request. After a brief pause, the smile gradually widened, from surprise to ecstasy, and from ecstasy to more obscure and intense emotions - then, dark cracks appeared on his slightly pale face from the corners of his mouth. His joy made him temporarily forget to maintain his human appearance, revealing all kinds of mysterious and complex information symbols beneath his skin that could not be seen directly.

"Is this your way of breaking the impasse?"

The Decayed King stretched out his hands and pinched the sides of his hideous and terrifying cheeks, temporarily smoothing out the dark cracks and scattered spirituality. His eyes, which had no visual function, stared closely at the True Creator. His voice was loud, almost like laughing:
"It's amazing! I never thought I would have such an honor! I can't refuse it. I simply can't refuse it!"

The next moment, the Outer God suddenly stopped laughing in an extremely strange way and returned to his usual calm state:

"But you haven't finished what you were saying yet?"

The True Creator smiled, and his expression slowly turned serious again: "...The deal between you and me will officially begin after this incident. I will allow you to go to the East Continent. In exchange, give me the Witch of Despair. Also, try to keep as many people from Intis as possible."

"..."

The Decayed King slowly put down his hands that were pinching his cheeks, his expression somewhat subtle. After a brief loss of control, his micromanagement level returned to normal: "I cannot understand you, ally. You have awareness and courage, but you still want to protect the secret successor."

"The Lord of Heaven will not be grateful to you."

"What's the point of this? Even if the Originals return, you will still retain your love for the believers and humans. They will still be safe."

"How long can you keep me away? One month, or two months? You shouldn't pin your hopes on such a short time. Even for a short-lived species like humans, one or two months is nothing. What can he do? Can he become what you want?"

Hearing this, the True Creator's tightly closed mouth corners slightly lifted up, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart without any emotional hostility or defensiveness.

“This is the bet, and it’s the path I’m going to take in the end.”

“I hope that I love people because I am a human being, not because they are my believers.”

"Klein - of course, I protect him and have high hopes for him because he owns Sefirah Castle. If I succeed, he won't have to sacrifice himself for it. But even if he doesn't, he is still someone I protect."

"Love for one's own race?"

The declining king held his chin and sighed:

"I can understand this answer. I have seen many creatures like you, but I am just a bystander and cannot empathize with you."

After saying this, He turned His gaze towards the window covered by the curtains, and His tone became relaxed and cheerful again: "Then I will leave. I will bring back Intis and the Eternal Sun as souvenirs. I like your answer, and I like the various human natures embodied in you. Even selfishness looks so dazzling because of your awareness and courage... I even want to give you a hug, but our relationship doesn't seem to be that good?"

The Declined King chuckled twice, waved his hand, and disappeared from the room as if no one had ever been there.

……

Not long after He left, the True Creator looked away again and said with a sigh:
"I am observing the departure path of the 'Mother of Heaven'. Stay in your parish and I will give you some help."

"You should know what you should do, and you should have guessed the corresponding price."

There was silence all around, and no one responded to the words of the true Creator, but He continued to speak:
"Put aside those useless speculations. In my opinion, there is no difference between you and the God of Death. If you can win in the end, it will not be because you are stronger or more insidious, but because you were once a human being."

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After making that arrogant declaration, the new Demon King suddenly laughed cheerfully.

"I really did not choose the wrong partner... Such an outstanding person and God, why should I not help Him?"

The blue flame curtain gradually fell, and the smell of decay spread out in circles like water waves. This place was in deep decline, life was extinguished, souls were shattered, and the ocean quickly died under His feet.

The kingdom where He stands has a red sky, with clouds and fire burning together.

rise!

The stars corresponding to the astral plane shone brightly, shining with an ominous light of black and blood.

The sulfurous fire lake rises with a breath as if ten thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time. It continues to expand and extend, burning everything in its path and becoming a sea of ​​fire. The dead souls who fall into it will be reduced to ashes. This is the second death.

combustion!

The cities that were destroyed by the "Angels of the Abyss" were instantly ablaze at the corresponding coordinates in the spirit world. The flames of hell entangled and merged with each other in the directionless spirit world regardless of the distance in space. Countless corresponding spirit world creatures and demons rushed there like moths to a flame, turning into blue torches, singing and dancing in the city, fighting and devouring each other. The entire world where the "Abyss" was located also began to collapse at this moment. Those city-states were shattered, leaving only a dark door, swallowing all the sins and placing them in the deep darkness.

"He who is unrighteous, let him remain unrighteous still; and he who is filthy, let him remain filthy forever."

Under the crimson sky, a few inscriptions that looked like they were written in blood gradually appeared on the doorless gate:

"Those who enter this door must abandon all conscience"

"…What a beautiful world."

The evil voice spoke with emotion.

The flames burned the black bones, and the scales were fastened together layer by layer to create the toughest armor.

He stretched himself out happily, his huge wings hung with countless eerie flames, his hideous horns pierced his flesh and grew out, stained dark red by blood. The four folded wings spread out above and below the wings, and the six wings swayed, as if to cover the sky and the sun. The tail dragged a slender sword-like pointed tail, and the nails were replaced by sharper claws, symbolizing sin and terror. The mysterious layers were engraved on it. The new scales and exoskeleton pierced the skin, leaving a pleasant sting, and the blood fell to the ground, giving birth to countless abominable demons.

Scales, wings, horns and claws, dragons and demons are often confused.

Because in the earliest myths of mankind, everything terrifying and powerful always has similarities.

"You who are infected by sin, you are my people and my food."

The true God of the Demonic Path laughed hoarsely in a playful manner, and every time he spoke, it seemed as if millions of people spoke at the same time.

Countless figures flashed in the city filled with sulfur and hellfire. Some of them were pirates who committed many evil deeds, some were evil people who killed innocent people, and some were nobles and wealthy people in high positions. They died in the declaration of the abyss, which was equivalent to participating in the "requiem ceremony" of hell. From then on, they could no longer go to their kingdom of God, but had to fight in the palm of the devil and become food for others!

To turn a blind eye to sin is to acknowledge the existence of the devil, and to be consumed by the malice in one's heart is the ritual of becoming a devil.

Even without magic potions, even if the world is at peace, as long as everyone still has evil thoughts, the demon community will thrive and continue to expand!
“Any research is meaningful.”

The Outer God chuckled humorously.

Hell and the real world interact smoothly, souls are constantly thrown into it, God spreads nets for the wicked, and fire, sulfur, and hot winds fall under His gaze.

The abyss watches the mortals, and the mortals have also found the direction of hell.

In the deep red sky, the bright sword light attacked again, but it did not have the unstoppable momentum of the past.

The torn sky slowly recovered, and all the sunlight was driven away from it.

The battlefield was chosen on the ocean, and the world was turned upside down, as if it was the end of the world. However, the howling wind and thunder were always inexplicably weakened due to the strange "decay", the power of the earth was difficult to approach, the stagnant dusk stayed silently in the north of the world, the shining giant sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the light of dawn protected the Gargas Islands far away from the battle zone.

The blazing sunlight was accompanied by golden rain of fire falling from the sky. The flying pages and brass eyes kept trying to analyze and understand the authority and symbol of this strange god, but only a few pieces of information could be retrieved.

All kinds of great powers intertwined together, and before all the attacks fell on the Outer Gods, the Decayed King raised his head, and his eyes burning with flames suddenly swept across the three gods.

Suddenly, their minds became confused, their instinct to gather together intensified, and their hostility towards each other instantly overwhelmed their hostility towards foreign gods!

The next moment, the sun and thunder tore at each other, the sky was illuminated by lightning and sunlight, and the brass eyes suddenly turned, constantly reading, writing, and modifying the trajectory of their authority and ability attacks. The strong wind swept up feather-like flames of light and fell on the sea and a small part of the land. Countless golden flames ignited on the sea in an instant.

After a full two seconds, their fight suddenly stopped and they separated further than before.

wonderful.

The Decayed King ended this curse which was more of a warning than a practical effect, and was not prepared to reveal more of his strength.

After all, the demon's strength is never just about combat power.

"Honorable gods, as you can see, I am not one of your kind."

"but--"

“Perhaps I am not your enemy.”

The ferocious demon had a mellow voice, and with a slight flap of his membrane wings, dark blue fire fell like rain.

The Outer God laughed loudly and said, "I came for my source essence, and I have never been truly hostile to you for thousands of years. It is a normal aggregation reaction to take action on the path I need. I may not be your enemy!"

"I have no need of an anchor and will not rob you of your land and your people."

"I don't need your path, but the demons and prisoners who have been contaminated."

"Similarly, I also need a relatively safe environment to find what I need and digest my new spoils. I will not take the initiative to be hostile to you. In response, if you are willing to give me a place to stay, I can give you the knowledge of the starry sky that you need..."

He stopped there, leaving a thought-provoking silence.

Don't you want to live?
It took you thousands and tens of thousands of years to develop to your current level. Are you willing to be buried with this planet?

Don't you know that the chances of winning are slim, and the only chance of winning may be to sacrifice your life...

If we can survive, even if we give up some anchors, with the power of the true God, how can we not find new intelligent life forms and preach again?
After these words were spoken, the world seemed to become a little quieter.

The Church of the Gods may have warned people countless times not to believe the words of the devil, but at this moment, their gods were also subjected to an almost irresistible temptation!

"but--"

"Someone has offered me a reward to buy the life of a god..."

Just as the gods were still immersed in the tacit silence brought about by the previous message, the devil suddenly turned around and rushed out like a meteor rising from the ground, leaving behind a thunderous explosion on the spot, and white air waves pushed away the sea water and the remaining land!

In the deep darkness, a scorching sun slowly rises.

Without any prompts or warnings, He ran straight towards the sun!

At the same time, a shadow that seemed to be able to swallow the entire world flowed silently towards Intis. People knelt in circles outside the Cathedral of Light and closed their eyes to pray. The brief chaos just now dissipated invisibly under the purification of the sun, making everyone's faith more solid.

Click.

The world suddenly rumbled with the terrifying sounds of biting and chewing.

People looked up in astonishment.

The sun is still hanging in the sky, but——

There's a corner missing.

The brief silence was interrupted by the rain of fire falling from the sky. The scorching flames rushed to all parts of the northern continent. Golden blood and feathers ignited a raging fire. Fear and despair spread to everyone's hearts in an instant, and a huge riot broke out throughout Intis!
The shadow temporarily blocked the expansion of the disaster, and the golden blood sank into the shadow. In the gray world, the burning white light wheel emitted golden light and moved closer to the sun.

"Judgment Day! Judgment Day!"

Not only will someone be howling in panic, but everything with form will be burned up and everything on earth will be destroyed.

Then, in the new heaven and earth, righteousness resides there.

Fire and brimstone fell from the sky, and those who were fleeing were burned into crystal salt pillars by the unimaginable high temperature if they stopped for a moment.

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In a luxurious mansion that had not yet spread to the riots, Ms. D was sitting at her desk, weighing her words.

She already had all the materials needed to become a demigod, and she only needed the ceremony to be promoted. Therefore, she planned to tell her old friend "Admiral of the Star" about this good news. They were both Sequence 5, and now that she had a clue of being promoted, she felt a little proud after sharing it.

But just as she put pen to paper, Ms. D's eyes gradually widened, and her pen seemed to be out of her control, smearing one terrifying sentence after another and one hideous and weird picture after another on the gorgeous letter paper. Then, the pen in her hand slowly melted, and the ink and the gold shell melted together to form a strange stain.

Ms. D looked at her hand in shock. She suddenly realized that it was not the pen’s problem, but her body temperature was abnormal!

The whole house was getting hot, and the sunflowers and all the sun-loving plants in the garden were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ground was cracking, as if it had not rained for decades. Not only that, everything in the house was melting!

When her hair began to curl and turn black, Ms. D fled without a second thought from the room, where the temperature seemed to have exceeded fifty degrees. She ran to her own little treasure house, grabbed an inconspicuous door in the corner, pried off the door handle, and hid inside.

In an instant, the world in front of her eyes went dark and the cold air enveloped her.

The Dark Saint paced back and forth in the office, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes gentle, as if he was struggling with himself.

Ms. D frowned, gripped the handle and moved closer to the wall, preparing to leave through another door.

"You came."

He stopped and gave Ms. D a somewhat scary smile: "Don't return to Intis before everything is over..."

“…the Lord is taking back His authority and glory.”

Ms. D was stunned for a moment, and suddenly clenched the thing in her hand.

With the political sensitivity of the Marquis' daughter, Irena suddenly realized that if the Church of the Eternal Sun lost power and the Aurora Association was ready to take power and restore the glory of the "Ancient Sun God", then, then!

As a messenger of the Aurora Society and a great noble of Intis, I am very likely to be reused!
She will become the Aurora Church's highest-ranking hidden player in Intis, handling more church-related affairs, with divinity and power within her reach!

"Thank God!"

Ms. D smiled happily.

“All glory to the Lord!”

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Backlund.

The power of peace finally brought peace back to the city, but further away, chaos continued.

Audrey stayed at home, looking out the window at the distance, where the streets were covered in blood and bullet holes. These traces of damage would be cleaned up one by one after the riot was brought under control, and Backlund would return to its peaceful and prosperous state as before.

She saw church members in front of her clearing out mutated monsters in the blocked area. These monsters came from nowhere, some looked like deformed animals, and some looked like mutated people. The church members had been fighting them for a long time, resisting the attacks of the monsters and the erosion of various evils to protect the land.

Everyone was afraid, everyone was terrified, they were exhausted, but they still did not retreat.

Audrey withdrew her gaze with mixed feelings. She shifted her eyes to another place and saw the people tied up in the garden.

Among them were servants, coachmen, gardeners and handymen, who had committed acts of injuring or even killing people in the previous malicious riots. They were now being guarded, waiting to be sent to Sivellas Field after the situation calmed down.

The mixed-race girl who had killed the maid who bullied her was also among them. There was dried blood on her hands and face. Her hawk-like eyes were fixed on the people with guns around her. The other prisoners were unwilling to approach her, so she just sat there alone.

Suddenly, Audrey's eyes met with the mixed-race girl's, and a sneer gradually appeared on the latter's expressionless face.

She raised her hand and made a shooting gesture, aiming at Audrey who was standing in the tall building and watching.

Then she pointed at one of the prisoners and shouted:

"He has a gun on him!"

At the moment when everyone else's attention was drawn to her, she suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the nearest guard with amazing explosive power. She almost snatched the gun from the guard's hand, and she twisted the muzzle of the gun hard and pointed it at the pavilion where Audrey was!

boom!
The Hand of Terror twisted the bullet's trajectory so that it hit no one, only a spark that exploded on the masonry below.

The mixed-race girl laughed at herself upon seeing this.

She muttered something, then kicked the guard hard in the stomach and put the muzzle of the gun to her jaw.

boom!
……

"You can't lie? You're just thinking about releasing your desires. You're breaking the law, you know that! Let me teach you. First, use antique collections and extraordinary items to lure people here. Then, what should we do? We will cheat them of all their money little by little, contact their families to ask for ransom, and after cheating their families, we will hand them over to the local court. If there are slaves, we will cut off their fingers one by one. If there are not enough fingers and toes, we will dig out their eyes... No, what am I talking about?"

……

Trenor woke up from his dream with a start. He felt his blood rushing and he was irritated. He wanted to find a kebab to eat or beat someone up.

He turned over in dissatisfaction and continued to sleep.

TBC
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I’m writing, I’m writing.

How did Agaritu die? Agaritu was secretly sent to the small town to be a secret doll.

(End of this chapter)