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

Chapter 294 Everything is turned upside down
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"get up!!"

A deafening shout suddenly exploded in Trainor's ears. Trainor's brain took half a second to determine the owner of the voice, and then slowly folded the pillow over to cover his ears and face.

"Get up, get up."

Richard reached out to grab the quilt from him: "Something big has happened!"

He closed his eyes and clutched the quilt tighter: "...What's going on? Has the Northern Continent invaded..."

"There are many things going on. Which one do you want to listen to first?" Richard grabbed his blanket and waited for dozens of seconds. When he saw that the other party was silent again, he raised his voice and said, "The True Creator has become a true god!! You have become a true god!! My friend!!"

Trenor opened his eyes suddenly.

He couldn't believe it: "I ran away from the Orthodox Church, and now I have become a regular member of the Iron Blood Cross. Doesn't that mean I didn't run away?"

"Now that you mention it, I remember that you have donated to many churches of the Eternal Sun before, right? Can you get the money back?"

The hunter was stunned. "The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun? What does this have to do with the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun?"

"Oh." Richard quickly added the explanation, "The True Creator replaced the Eternal Blazing Sun as the true god in Intis."

It took Treanor half a minute to come back to his senses. He glanced at the calendar on the bedside table in confusion.

"…Don't think about those unrealistic things. Get me a glass of cold water."

Treanor let go of the pillow and sat up reluctantly. He looked at Richard, who was operating the appliance to bake bread for him and spread butter and cream on it, and reached for the coat on the bedside.

"By the way, now that the Aurora Society has been formalized, and Intis has no royal family, only a parliament, and the parliament is governed by the church and the gods, does that mean that your highland colony now belongs to the Aurora Society?"

Richard took a bite of the toast with thick butter on it and nodded:
"In theory, this is true. The Rose School and the Highland Rebels are now waiting for the announcement from the new church."

"This question is very complicated. If the Aurora Society really intends to continue to implement semi-slavery and semi-colonialism in the colonies, then I will also try to find a way to continue to struggle." Richard chewed the butter toast with a complicated expression. "But the Aurora Society has considerable goodwill towards the Southern Continent. If Intis changes its attitude and grants the Highland Colonies normal citizenship and human rights protection, then I don't think the resistance army will be able to be organized, and we can consider disbanding on the spot."

Traynor said nothing, fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror.

Is it time to consider investing in a few Aurora Club businesses? he thought.

"It's really ironic when I think about it this way. What I have been trying to accomplish for more than a hundred years is about to be accomplished overnight."

Richard smiled self-deprecatingly and closed his eyes. Countless figures emerged in his mind. Some were young, some were old, and some were resolute, but they all walked ahead of him. The sweet and delicious cream could not melt the pain and anger in the angel of moderation's heart: "Out of selfishness, I don't want the resistance to end like this, because I don't believe in the kindness of the people of the Northern Continent. The temporary preferential treatment is just for longer-term profit... But, if the real creator really did this, how many people would dare to pretend to obey? The overall situation will definitely be better."

“Isn’t the purpose of our resistance to gain food, dignity, freedom and rights?”

"If this is the end of it, maybe it's okay." Richard smiled and bit off most of the remaining butter toast.

At this time, Treanor had finished washing up in his pajamas and coat. He had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. He slowly prepared a breakfast for himself, which consisted of hot coffee with milk and sugar.

"But why did the True Creator suddenly become the true god of Intis? Where did the Eternal Blazing Sun go?" he asked doubtfully. "There are no other religious regions in the northern continent that can be divided into there. It's impossible that he went to the northern plateau, right?"

Richard's smile became visibly genuine:

“He is dead.”

"From now on, there will be no more Eternal Blazing Sun. There will only be - well, the Church of the Creator!"

died?

Treanor was startled. He turned his head sharply to look at the sky outside the window. It was still daylight, and the golden ball of light was still hanging there. Then he cast a suspicious look at the calendar again, and it took him a long time to find his voice:
“Gods can die?”

"No, there was a war between gods? When did it happen? And you saw it? Why didn't you go crazy?"

The concept of the war between gods has existed since ancient times, but the idea of ​​gods personally participating in the fight... is simply impossible to imagine!
Shouldn't they be eternal? As eternal as the sun, moon, and stars, angels already have immortal life, and gods are countless times stronger than angels. They should be more eternal, more resilient, and beyond the limits of human imagination. Human wars are nothing more than sand tables in their hands... Can such powerful life forms really be killed? Even by another god?

Richard helped himself to another piece of buttered toast and said with a bright smile:

“I didn’t see the actual war between gods, but I saw the change of symbols.”

"Symbol?"

Treanor frowned greatly, but it was remarkable that the Angel of Temperance was one level higher than him.

"Don't touch my bread and butter." Treanor couldn't help but say, "I'll give you a three-month share of the Fetus cream cheese factory. You can fill in the address yourself."

"That's not what I meant."

Richard's smile grew even brighter. "The symbolism is actually very simple. The sun fell, and then rose again. The power transition ended... Then the true creator declared that there would be no more eternal sun from now on, and that he was the return of the ancient creator in the myth."

"He denied the legend of the creation of the world, which said that six gods were born from the body of the Creator and led humans to defeat other races. He accused the gods of killing him and building a new world on his body. He wanted to take back the power that was taken away from him and take revenge on the evil gods."

Richard patted the stunned Treanor on the shoulder:

"It sounds unbelievable, right? But the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery has acknowledged these contents. Anyway, it has nothing to do with the God of Steam. After all, He is a new god born in the Fourth Epoch and cannot be involved in the creation myth. These contents are currently only spread among the church's high-ranking officials and angels. If Intis's printing factory can make more efforts, you may be able to see the notice for the public in the newspaper within this week."

After saying this, He touched his chin uncertainly.

"…There should be a revised version for the public, right? But given the Aurora Society's style, it's not impossible for them to just say it out loud."

"In fact, the Rose School is very nervous right now, because..."

"...From the perspective of the True Creator devouring the Eternal Blazing Sun, perhaps our Bound God will also be..."

Richard thought of what the Outer God had said to him during the previous smog, and shook his head with some emotion, without finishing his words.

After a long pause, Treanor suddenly thought of another question - "Secret Prayer" and "Sun" are adjacent sequences, which means they can be interchanged. But if there is a war and accommodation between gods, does it mean that adjacent sequences can devour each other when they reach the stage of gods? Possess multiple powers? ... It should be more than that, right?

He was shocked by this hidden knowledge, and after a few seconds he asked doubtfully:

"The True Creator's declaration is a challenge to the gods. If the Eternal Blazing Sun is attacked, the other gods can't just stand by and watch, right? If the True Creator has the ability to withstand the attacks of other gods and kill the Eternal Blazing Sun alone, why was he forced to hide for so many years?"

Richard looked at him with complicated eyes and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Of course there are other gods who help."

"Who?"

"your dad."

Traynor: ???

"That's right, my friend. Your father has become a god." Richard's smile contained three parts of ridicule, five parts of helplessness, and two parts of eagerness to take advantage of him. "Your father helped the True Creator to kill the Eternal Blazing Sun! In the fifth era, the true god of the Demonic Path was officially born!"

"Before that, there was a worldwide outbreak of malice. Wow, you fell asleep too? You didn't even think of getting up to check on the situation?"

The hunter was stunned: "When did this happen?"

"It was like this from about 350 or 1450 in the morning, and lasted for about two hours, ending at noon." Richard said, "I was so happy that I almost rushed to the North Continent to fish in troubled waters, but fortunately I have strong self-control." Treanor couldn't help it. He took a step forward and grabbed his desk calendar, repeatedly checking whether the number was or . He reached out to touch the cat in his shadow, but he couldn't touch it after a long time. He didn't know where the cat ran away. After a minute of madness, he looked at Richard with a distorted expression:

“So much happening in one morning??”

"There are others."

"For example, something went wrong in the city of Berens. From late last night to this morning, members of the Red War and the Loen army all suffered strange deaths. In addition, there were suicides and murders due to malice out of control, so I was asked to help deal with these things. And the prince seemed to have been assassinated by his subordinates with a strange magical item because he abused his subordinates. I don't know if he is dead or not. Anyway, the murderer and his belongings are missing now."

“This happened this morning too??”

Richard looked at Trena who was pulling his hair with pity, and continued, "Yes. And Feysac declared war on Loen, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom intends to establish diplomatic relations with the current Intis..."

"The relationship between Rune and Intis is unclear, but it seems that the Lord of Storms has a lot of opinions about the current Creator."

"I feel like fighting."

601
Backlund, East District, a two-bedroom apartment.

Several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door into the house, each covering their mouths with their hands.

There was a strong smell of blood in there!
"Officer, I don't know what happened. Other tenants said there seemed to be a lot of blood here. They could smell it through the wall and the door." The landlord, wearing a silk top hat, looked around timidly, unwilling to stay in the room for another second.

The black-haired, blue-eyed police officer with inspector's epaulettes waved his hand and said:
"Wait at the door first. I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he put on white gloves and cast his eyes towards the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he did not rush in. He looked around slowly, taking in the surroundings:
A pile of coal, a cabinet for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a cleaned iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools lying on the ground, two crooked armchairs, several glass bottles filled with unknown powders, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

"A fan of the occult with average financial status?" The inspector with black hair and blue eyes nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a squeak, more bloody smell came out.

The police officer who opened the door took a look inside, suddenly let out a short scream, and stepped back several steps.

The leading inspector frowned slightly, held the shoulder of the retreating police officer, walked past the obstacle and approached the bedroom.

He glanced around and his expression changed immediately.

In the bedroom, on the wooden bed, a man was lying there with his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.

He was naked, and his body was covered with thin, deep cracks. The blood had long since dried up, staining the bed sheet below and the quilt next to him dark red.
At first glance, the deceased looked as if he was tightly entangled by wires, which had broken his skin and flesh and penetrated into his bones.

Although they have seen many such scenes today, the police at this murder scene still have a strong impact and a certain ritualistic evil feeling.

Just as the head inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room. One tried to take a photo, and the other asked a series of questions:
"Another murder?"

"Mr. Officer, this morning alone, there have been more than ten riots and murders in Backlund! There are also many cult rituals and incomprehensible mysterious situations near King Street, and people are taking the opportunity to march and demonstrate. Is it possible that Sivellaus Field is simply unable to stop it? It is said that a police officer's gun accidentally discharged and injured the crowd. Is this true?"

"Officer, do you think this is a serial murder case?"

The inspector with black temples and blue eyes frowned even deeper, and waved his hand:
"Don't disrupt the scene, otherwise I will regard you as accomplices of the criminal."

He immediately said to the police officer:
"Kallis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them to contact the press department at Sivella Square if they have any questions."

When the reporters were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector sighed and said:
"It's going to be in the newspaper again, damn it!"

……

Intis, Trier.

In the most secret small meeting room of the Cathedral of Light.

"Oh, I'm not putting pressure on you. You are free to choose whoever you want, but I remember that you seem to prefer raising Gu."

Edward cut the cake and said to the True Creator, "It is your normal practice to let them fight each other and then choose the one that meets the requirements better. But to be honest, I think the God of War, the God of Death and the Night are no different to some extent. None of them are the candidates you want."

The True Creator was silent for a while, reached out to take a piece of cake that didn't look too sweet, and said calmly:
“Things are not going to turn out the way I imagined.”

"God of War, although Mother Earth and He have a natural alliance through kinship, Feysac still regards the Church of Mother Earth as an evil god and does not grant it the right to preach. At best, He gives it some preferential treatment during the religious trials of the heretics. He does not have the virtues that I need."

"The God of Death. He may be a fair choice. His control over the essence can also be considered a plus. In his eyes, nobles and commoners are equal, and the living and the dead are equal. I don't doubt his equality. After all, in the world of the God of Death, only one person has power, and that is himself."

The True Creator cut off the tip of the cake with a fork and held it in his hand, but he hesitated to put it into his mouth. "The current Balam Empire... It will take some time to judge whether it is good or bad, but if it is worse than before, then there is really no need for the God of Death to live. He is not a human being, so he may not understand the needs of humans, but He also knows that as long as he can manage the country well, he can get a higher score."

Mythical creature or former human being, that is the question.

"The Grim Reaper is working hard to win your support."

The devil enjoyed the dessert: "The taste of eternal sleep must be very uncomfortable. He slept in the River of Eternal Darkness for so long, he probably doesn't want to go back."

"What about the Goddess of Night? What do you think of Her?"

The True Creator fell into deep thought, and then He sighed.

"Even in the current situation, Dark Night is still the best choice. He is more experienced than the God of Death, and more suitable than the God of War. He is also one of the best in the management of the country and the diocese among the seven gods. Adam's cooperation with Him is actually a recognition of the 'necessary sacrifice'. If you hadn't interfered this time, Dark Night would have obtained the artificial God of Death and become a dual-path true god, and Adam would have gathered all the characteristics. As soon as the war started, he would have completed the apotheosis ceremony and become a true god. From the results, this is a minimum cost to gain the greatest benefit. Both the 'Eternal Darkness' and the 'Omniscient and Almighty' can be in place at any time."

Edward laughed, but the True Creator's words did not mean much to blame the devil. After all, the True Creator himself was the beneficiary of the butterfly effect. If Adam became a "dreamer", then the backward Him would have to merge with him.

"So you plan to support Rune?" Edward asked curiously, "Your attitude will influence Intis's choice."

"Well, actually I'm not interested in your choices. I just hope you can fight to your heart's content and let me watch for fun. The world before the end of the world should be in chaos. It would be best if a new order could be born out of this chaos, an order that is more suitable for this world."

"Intis will support Rune."

The True Creator spoke in a straightforward manner: "After... the Goddess of Night gave me the price for helping Him."

Edward blinked his eyes, and He understood something. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What if He doesn't do that?"

"Then He will die."

The True Creator shrugged humanely and said nonchalantly, "Angel Bonova has already returned. The Steam and Mechanical Church in Loen will soon withdraw to Intis and will no longer provide technical support, but they can return at any time. Don't you think I'm already very merciful? I'm still willing to give Him a chance, a choice. If He misses this opportunity, His allies will not sit idly by and wait for death."

After hearing these words, Edward couldn't help but praise: "I just think that staying with the devil for a long time will definitely be affected."

"So the devil is the best universal excuse."

TBC
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I'm coming.

(End of this chapter)