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

Chapter 302 On the Bloody Land
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Amanda Mountains, July.

The sound of explosions caused people to wail, and the sound of artillery and gunfire echoed over the mountain town.

The sky was filled with the light of dawn that seemed to last forever, and the peaceful city where ascetics once gathered was now engulfed in fire and disaster.

I don't know how long this war has been going on.

After five full days of fighting, Feysac's Second Legion finally tore a hole in the defense. Ammunition and artillery were scattered all over the ground without reservation, causing this peaceful town to collapse in the flames of war in an instant.

The second hiding place was discovered, and the gate and the mysterious academic formula on it were cut off by the heavy sword. Panic became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the small town. The people in the shelter began to cry and scream frantically, praying to God for mercy and blessings. People pushed and shoved randomly, hoping to open a hidden passage in the shelter. But most of them were ordinary people, and the occasional extraordinary people would be hit first. They fought on their own, and in the chaos, they just pushed others into the enemy's blade.

Under the shadow of blood and fire, they were more pious than at any other time in their lives.

But such piety could not buy anything in the chaotic war. Feysac's soldiers cleaned up this place mercilessly, and the small shelter became a slaughterhouse where turtles were caught in jars. Living people were chopped into pieces by the light of dawn, and the blood made the ground slippery.

A few minutes later, this efficient massacre came to an end. Feysac's warriors began to clean up the battlefield, snatching valuable ornaments and brooches from the broken limbs and arms, putting them into the prepared small pockets, and waiting for the Beyonder properties to emerge.

A warrior reached out and pushed open the movable visor, revealing a young face.

He took a deep breath of the bloody air, and then quickly began to fan himself with his hands.

Only then did he remember what he had just casually cut off, what he had hit with his guns and cannons, and that those people who had been screaming and crying just a moment ago had turned into warm pieces and fell at his feet. In a trance, he felt as if he had arrived at the temple that was forever frozen at dusk, where heroes fought and died day after day, and were reborn the next day, fighting forever, honing their martial arts with the heroes in history, waiting for the day when they would go out to fight with the great god of war.

That sacred temple seemed to be either in heaven or on earth.

Colleagues were searching through the corpses for valuables. Necklaces were being cut off, fingers with rings were being cut open, and the low laughter of colleagues and the sound of machetes chopping bones and meat in the meat market were all around.

"Hey, Arnold!"

He was a butcher's son, and there was nothing he couldn't accept about what he saw. But he was lost in thought, and it took his boss calling him twice before he came back to his senses.

The boss handed him a bag of powder and a bucket of oil:

"Go and take care of this place."

"Yes, sir."

The smell of blood and the dead would attract the hyenas of the Church of Evernight and even increase their combat power. Warriors were not good at dealing with spirits, so the best way was to burn the remaining spirits and corpses together.

Arnold nodded, and he poured the powder into the oil to mix it, moving back and forth across the shelter, drawing a continuous line.

The oil spilled on the faces of those whose eyes were either open or closed, like sealing the insects in amber.

After he had spread the oil all over the shelter, the others had already packed up and were ready to move on. Arnold returned to the team, only to see the brown-haired chief of staff stretch out his hand and flick a spark, a fingernail-sized spiritual flame that fell at the end of the oil stain.

A raging fire suddenly broke out in the underground shelter, devouring the corpses and everything that had happened there.

Arnold looked back at the limbs that were rapidly burning and twisting in the flames, then continued to move forward with the troops.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered something - on a certain night when he was on guard duty, he seemed to hear the bigwigs discussing that since the Amanda Mountains could not be conquered for a long time, then they should open up a new route, and it seemed that they were going to use the airships that had been prepared in the military factory for a long time.

The soldiers' footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind dense red footprints.

The thing of "hiding among the corpses, waiting for the enemy to leave and then crawling out to escape" did not happen. The corpses were still corpses, lying there quietly, burning quietly. The hunters and warriors would not miss any breath and heartbeat.

……

"The Feysac people are attacking from the side!"

"Star Town was destroyed in the impact!"

"Bishop! Your Excellency the Bishop! They don't seem to have a demigod leading them. We must act quickly before they expand the scope of their invasion!"

There were constant explosions in his ears. The archbishop, wearing a priest robe embroidered with stars and red moons, was already an old man over 60 years old. However, he had the long lifespan and strong vitality of a demigod, and would not really make mistakes in his decision-making due to his old age.

As a highly respected saint, he stood here in this church that had been transformed into a temporary hospital, and everyone felt reassured. After a brief clamor and panic, the church gradually became quiet again. He slowly and carefully bandaged the knife wound of an injured civilian, gently patted the baby who had lost his parents in his arms, and then stood up with a completely different dignity from the past:

"How is the evacuation of Serenity going?"

In front of him, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties stood up and rubbed his hands in red gloves together. This action seemed to inject some courage and stability into the red-gloved man.

"The population of the City of Tranquility has been evacuated, but the military does not have any spare trains to take everyone back to the mainland. More than half of the residents are still stranded here, wandering around other nearby cities, and Star Town is one of them."

The red-gloved captain spoke calmly. The church was dead silent, with only the heavy breathing of the wounded being heard.

The City of Tranquility is named after the "Church of Tranquility", the headquarters of the Church of Night, which is adjacent to it. It is cold all year round, with few supplies and a very poor life, but the people living in the city are satisfied with it. This is a city-state developed by ascetics and pious people who gathered spontaneously. Since the beginning of the Fifth Epoch when the Church of Tranquility was located here, the City of Tranquility has a history that can be traced back.

The population of the City of Tranquility was not large, probably only one-tenth of Backlund's or even less. But if there were massive casualties among the people here, the crisis of faith would be more important than the disaster.

Once the City of Tranquility is lost, the Church of Evernight will face the most serious crisis of faith in its history.

"Where is His Holiness the Pope?"

The child in his arms was sleeping soundly, and the gray-haired archbishop asked in a low voice, creating a peaceful dream in the church.

"Your Holiness the Pope and the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War are still in a standoff." If the two angels on earth intervene, they, the mortals, should withdraw from the battlefield of mythology. The captain of the Red Gloves licked his cracked lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, we are the closest to Star Town. Before the Second Legion completely invades from this gap, we can catch up and wipe them out here!"

"How many of them came in?"

The Red Gloves team leader showed a happy expression: "The vanguard team has a total of about 30 people. The leader seems to be a mid-sequence warrior. There are only about 10 Beyonders in the team."

The Archbishop closed his deep blue eyes and sighed, "Vincent, there are more than 20 vanguards, half of whom are Beyonders. There must be a high-sequence Hunter among them. To deal with such a force, we must ask for help from the Holy Temple."

Vincent's expression suddenly changed:

"But, Your Excellency, the Cathedral..."

The Holy Temple was now busy dealing with the high-ranking officials of the Church of the God of War on the main battlefield. The plains in front of the Amanda Mountains had become a meat grinder, and the winding trenches were like blood vessels overflowing with the blood of the enemy and itself. The battle was at a stalemate, and Feysac's army was spreading rumors of royal scandals to shake people's hearts. All the living forces were on standby on the front battlefield, so how could they have the chance to take care of the safety of the small cities on the flanks?

not to mention……

Even the Archbishop received an order to be transferred to a more critical battlefield...

Vincent's Adam's apple rolled. He was also a Beyonder who grew up in this small town. As far as he could remember, the Archbishop had already come to this church. The Archbishop was as eternal as the stars and the moon in the Bible. He was an irreplaceable pillar for Moon Town. If the Archbishop really left here, this small town would probably panic and collapse soon.

God.

Vincent couldn't help but pray in his heart, God, save us...save your believers!

The archbishop gently rocked his arms, patting the sleeping baby with his big hands. He witnessed the child's parents grow up, come together under the goddess's gaze, and die in the war.

The child slept peacefully in the arms of an old man who looked like a grandfather, with a lovely smile on his face. "Vincent, where are all the members of your team now?"

The restless captain raised his head when his name was called. When his eyes met the archbishop's eyes, which were as deep as the night sky, he gradually calmed down and said calmly: "Anne is treating the wounded in the hospital and mobilizing women to sew clothes and prepare food for the soldiers on the front line. Mason is assisting in holding prayers and requiem ceremonies in churches in surrounding cities, and helping to resist deserters around..."

The Archbishop listened to the reports with a smile on his face and nodded to Vincent:
"It will probably take a while for the Holy Temple to provide assistance. I plan to stop the vanguard from advancing first."

"Now, there is still an hour before dark, you can consider..."

"I do! Your Excellency, I do!"

Vincent spoke immediately. He pointed out the red moon on his chest with a smile on his face, as if all the gloom had been swept away. "Your Excellency the Archbishop, I am willing to fight with you. Praise the goddess!"

But at this moment, he was determined to die, ready to sacrifice his life for the people of Moon Town - this was his belief, the oath he made under the gaze of the goddess, and now he finally had the opportunity to practice it. Vincent was excited about the upcoming sacrifice, but also had some fear and regret.

"Vincent, I remember you are not married yet?"

Vincent, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly came back to his senses. He rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Yes, yes, after my fiancée was involved in an extraordinary incident and died accidentally... I swore that I would always be with her..."

"Then you should adopt this child."

"She is your friend's child, and they will certainly trust you to raise her."

The archbishop took two steps forward and handed the dark swaddling clothes in his hand to Vincent. The child inside was sleeping soundly with his fingers in his mouth.

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, then he suddenly understood. He took the heavy swaddling clothes with a different feeling, his eyes a little sore.

"I will, Your Excellency."

When he raised his head again, his eyes were even more determined.

616
The war was raging on the border, but it had not yet directly affected the lives of Backlund's upper class.

7:30 p.m., 39 Böklund Street, Congressman Macht's home.

Klein, dressed in a tuxedo, got off the carriage while buttoning up his clothes. He walked into the foyer against the backdrop of the lights and fountains, and saw Mori Macht, who was wearing an olive green military uniform, an orange ribbon, and combat medals.

Considering the ongoing war, Klein couldn't help but think about it - if the war situation continues to deteriorate, will Senator Macht and the retired officers in the club who had won honors in East Balam return to the army?
After a brief greeting with Madam Liana, Klein looked at Councillor Macht.

Senator Macht believed that Dwayne Dantes, who had successfully arrived in the southern continent and returned safely, had power beyond his imagination in the southern continent, and it was worth it to risk the dislike of some nobles to insist on making friends with him. This was also the consensus of many people at present, and many people wanted to use Dwayne Dantes's relationship to gain more opportunities. So, after looking at each other and smiling, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and said in a low voice:
"Thanks a lot."

Klein's mind flashed through the report he submitted to the Dark Saint. He smiled and nodded, then asked:
"Do you like the gift?"

He was referring to the bottle of River Valley wine that could be used to make sour cocktails. Although it was claimed to be a local specialty bought on the way to the South Continent, it was actually bought just yesterday.

After all, he had been very busy in the Southern Continent and had no time to buy any souvenirs.

"It's great, that's the taste I miss." Congressman Macht said sincerely.

Klein was about to enter the hall when he noticed something was wrong. He glanced around casually and asked with a little confusion:
"Miss Hazel isn't here?"

……

On the outskirts of the North District, in a sparse forest.

Leonard stretched out his right hand and held down a transparent and blurry wolf figure.

The wolf whimpered, and the fire in its eyes gradually faded away, returning to normal.

Its silhouette then faded and dissipated, disappearing in the wind, but it no longer had the violent and bloodthirsty feeling, but was peaceful and calm.

After the matter of Ince Zangwill was completely resolved, Leonard, as a member who had made some contributions, was promoted. However, Leonard did not feel that he was ready for further progress, and it seemed that he had not accumulated enough merits. However, he did not intend to refuse, and guessed that this exceptionally generous reward was the church's preparation before the war came.

It is always good to have more power, and it is also convenient when escaping.

Whether or not he was prepared to leave the church, Leonard had no intention of doing anything to his companions.

Just after "appeasing" the wolf's ghost, Leonard suddenly saw endless gray mist in front of his eyes, and the prayers of "World" Gehrman Sparrow echoed in his ears.

The Blasphemer Amon’s new whereabouts, “He” is still in Backlund…” Leonard’s eyelids twitched, and his whole body tensed up.

Because Mr. Fool had given the order, he did not hesitate and lowered his voice and said:
"Old man, did you see anything just now? Did you hear anything?"

The slightly old voice of Pales Zoroast sounded immediately:

"No."

"Although I sensed something unusual, I didn't see or hear anything, unless you allow me to parasitize you at a deeper level and directly control your astral body."

Of course not! Isn't this putting my life in your hands? Oh, wait a minute, so Mr. Fool's response was achieved through the Astral Body... Leonard thought for a moment and chose his words carefully:
"Old man, Klein told me something through Mr. Fool. He said he found new traces of Amon and asked me to go to Mr. Fool's country to discuss this matter."

"What do you suggest?"

Leonard couldn't help scratching his head: "...Old man, have you ever had a loved one? Would you help him convey all the big and small things immediately?"

Pales Zoroast was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed and said:

"I have, and I do care about them, but not to the point of doing anything for them right away."

He did not say more on this topic and returned to Amon: "If he wants to deal with Amon's clone in Backlund, tell him that unless there is a secret blessing, otherwise, you know the consequences."

The old man took the initiative to say this and gave a prerequisite, meaning, if there is really a secret blessing, "He" is willing to cooperate? Leonard's heart moved, and he immediately found a dark corner and told the "world" Klein in a prayer way that he could do it now.

As for whether it would be dangerous to lose control of his body in the suburbs, Leonard was not worried because he still had an angel of the "Thief" path in his body.

Not long after, a crimson tide surged out in front of his eyes and submerged him.

It's only been a few minutes? The response speed is really beyond imagination... Leonard couldn't help but think when he was drowned in the light.

TBC
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*Skip Crane and Amon's first meeting and the death of Jacob's descendants.

The transliteration of Amanecer, which means "morning light" in Spanish, is similar to "Amanda".

It’s strange, why is the kingdom of the Goddess of Night near the mountain range named "Dawn"? Did this place originally belong to the giants?

(End of this chapter)