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

Chapter 303 War
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Above the endless gray fog, inside the magnificent palace.

As soon as Leonard Mitchell appeared beside the long bronze table, he subconsciously stood up and wanted to salute Mr. Fool.

However, when he glanced around, he found that the seat was empty and no one was sitting there.

Mr. Fool is not usually here? Leonard had a flash of thought and cast his gaze towards the bottom of the mottled long table.

The "world" just sits there silently, as if blurred by the gray mist.

"...Since there are only two of us, there is no need to deliberately use the image of Gehrman Sparrow." Leonard said casually to "the world" as he sat down again.

At the same time, he quickly thought: Since Mr. Fool is usually not here, how did he and Klein come in so quickly? It can't be that Mr. Fool brought Klein here and left before I came up, right?

Or does Klein actually have the ability to bring people up? Is this a special privilege granted by God to those favored by God?

Something fishy.

“Habit.” Klein responded briefly.

Leonard couldn't help but take a few more glances at the cold, reserved and expressionless Gehrman Sparrow. Although he felt that this man, who might be blessed by two gods, didn't need his reminder, he still hesitated and spoke:
"Klein, your current appearance is very consistent with the image of Gehrman Sparrow in the outside world. Your role is excellent, but you must remember that you are just acting. Don't get lost in the identity you are playing."

Acting? In comparison, the grandfather in Leonard is much kinder than the "teacher" of Miss Hazel who is parasitic on the mouse. The latter teaches almost nothing. Even if he teaches, it is distorted knowledge. It is obvious that he has evil intentions and deserves death... Klein was just used to it. Now that he was praised like this, he felt a little embarrassed to change back, so he asked casually:
"Did Pales Zoroastrian also tell you about the method of acting and 'just acting'?"

"Yes." Leonard responded frankly.

After chatting for a while, Leonard ended the small talk and got down to business:

"Where did you discover new traces of Amon the Blasphemer?"

Klein picked out the key points and said:
"I was tracking a 'thief' who was close to losing control. I ran into Amon on the outskirts of Backlund. I had no choice but to use the power of Mr. Fool to escape directly..."

……

It was late at night, and the warriors of Feysac lit a bonfire and cooked dried vegetables and compressed biscuits in the pot.

The aroma of dinner filled the cleaned houses. Books and scriptures were burning in the fire. The blazing firelight illuminated the statues of saints of the Church of Night and paintings of mythological stories placed in the houses, illuminating pairs of blue eyes from high latitudes.

"It's not as delicious as the jerky I have."

The brown-haired chief of staff drank the rations soaked in water and ate the pickled vegetables he brought with him, while loudly evaluating the taste of the rations distributed to the troops. Then, amid the envious and jealous eyes of the crowd, he took out a small bag of salted meat from his bosom. He tore off a small strip as big as his little finger and put it into the porridge made from compressed biscuits in front of everyone, making exaggerated "tsk tsk" sounds.

A higher rank can crush a lower rank. Everyone was angry but could not speak out. The atmosphere at the dinner became lively. The soldiers, who were over 1.9 meters tall on average, began to discuss the local delicacies of each other's hometowns with great interest. Arnold sat on the periphery of the crowd. He was not very talkative and did not often talk to others. But after finishing the last mouthful of thick porridge in the iron bowl in his hand, his colleague beside him turned around and asked him with a smile:

"My hometown is in the east of the empire, very close to the White Whale Sea. There are many flavors of whale meat products, whale oil with many uses, and delicious bacon and seafood soup! My wife even brought me some delicious dried seafood when I came out this time. What about you, Arnold?"

Another person also turned around and asked loudly: "I don't think I've ever heard you mention your family!"

"My home is near the sea, and there are cheap seafood and fresh fruits. I run some simple business at home..."

Arnold lowered his head and wiped the tin bowl with a piece of cloth. His colleagues were still discussing heatedly. Suddenly, he felt a cold wind blowing past him, and the surroundings seemed to become quiet all of a sudden.

He immediately tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and the musket at his waist, and saw that the room suddenly darkened, and the bright bonfire suddenly went out. People sat around the extinguished fire strangely, with their backs to him, leaving behind an eerie silence.

The colleague who was talking to him just now turned into a headless corpse sitting in front of him, his head rolled into a pile of books on the side, and blood was gushing out from the cut surface of his neck, splashing all over him.

"God..."

He suddenly understood something, and his hands and feet began to tremble violently. Although he held the weapon, his legs seemed to have lost all strength, and he couldn't even stand up. The weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound. In his field of vision, his companions who had their backs to him suddenly turned their heads, revealing faces with deathly pale faces and bloody lips, as if they had turned into undead spirits in an instant!

Then he noticed a figure flash by behind him.

He hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, a flame suddenly shot out from the dark fireplace and reached the ceiling, and the view suddenly became bright.

The temperature and light instantly illuminated everything around him. He turned around at this moment and saw a middle-aged man with black hair and typical Rune appearance who had arrived behind him at some point. He was wearing blood-red gloves and holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

Arnold pulled out his musket and fired two shots, but the middle-aged man's figure disappeared in an instant, and the bullet shattered the glass frame on the wall.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment these two words appeared in his mind, the dark house shattered like an invisible lens, revealing the real world.

The chief of staff was still holding an unfinished bowl of porridge with a piece of pickled meat sticking out of it. He drank most of the steaming porridge in one gulp, glanced at everyone in the room, and then clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"Send a signal to the Legion."

He whispered, not knowing to whom, "He's taken the bait."

Arnold took a deep breath and wanted to stand up with the others, but suddenly he felt something heavy pressing on his legs - he lowered his head and saw that the colleague who had talked to him had a wound on the back of his head that was bleeding continuously.

As he stood up and moved away, his colleague fell to the ground, and blood slowly gathered into a small pool on the ground.

Arnold's eyes widened slightly, but he was able to accept it all calmly after experiencing the baptism of war. He stepped back, half-knelt down, held the holy emblem of the god of war, and chanted in a low voice, doing a simple requiem for the dead. After he finished, the others squatted down silently, skillfully stripped the dead companions of their weapons and equipment, as well as some dried food and a photo of a young woman.

"He did not die in heroic battle..."

"He lives in the east. Is there any fellow villager who can take the relics back?"

The others exchanged glances and whispered to each other with mixed feelings.

"It's getting dark, so be on high alert!"

"We are here just to explore the way. Without backup, even if you die here, no one will collect your body!"

"Open your eyes wide and don't fall asleep. The followers of the cunning evil god of the night don't need to sleep!"

The captain said loudly, then he looked at the two people lying on the ground in the crowd and whispered: "May the temple receive their souls."

Then he drew the greatsword from his back and thrust it into the ground. The bright morning light suddenly illuminated the entire house and formed a barrier.

……

The Nightmare was driven back by the morning light. In a small corner far away from the base of the Feysac army, Vincent, who was hiding in the darkness and praying, opened his eyes, stood up, and sighed angrily:

"Only two were killed."

He felt very frustrated. Without a large force from the rear to attack, the Holy Temple would most likely be unable to respond to the guerrilla harassment they encountered, and they could only solve it on their own.

The goal of the sneak attack tonight was to find out the strength of the vanguard troops. If possible, they would be annihilated here. At worst, the enemy's combat power would be gradually reduced so that they would not attack immediately. If more than five low-sequences were not killed at one time, this sneak attack would end in failure. Feysac's soldiers would probably not sleep for the rest of the night, and the success rate of the assassination would be greatly reduced.

"I have sent a message to the temple for help."

The gray-haired archbishop comforted his junior: "Hide, we have to stop them from moving forward."

Vincent was about to nod when suddenly, the surroundings lit up instantly. White flames erupted over the town, illuminating half of the night sky.

The source of the fire was the chapel. The Church of Night in Starry Town was engulfed by the blazing flames, and the gauze curtains embroidered with the holy emblem of Night were burned to ashes.

The knife-like cold wind spread through the town with flames. The blazing white flames kept exploding, fire rain scattered everywhere, and burning sparks exploded in all directions, gradually igniting the entire deserted city.

The fires in the city showed no sign of dying out; they continued to burn until the entire city was turned into torches in the darkness.

"Hello, hello, is anyone there? Sound check!"

Suddenly, a voice was amplified by a loudspeaker and came from the direction of the Feysac Vanguard's base:

"Members of the Church of Night in the city, can you hear me? Please put down your weapons and don't be nervous."

This sound exposed their current location. They were still there and had not moved! Vincent and the archbishop looked at each other. The archbishop made a gesture, and then his body gradually disappeared and entered the spiritual world.

This behavior proves that the enemy has not yet figured out the number of people coming for the sneak attack tonight and is stalling for time!

The voice coughed a few times, cleared its throat, and continued:

"Excuse me, is this the respected Saint Gallian? We have heard of your deeds and know that you are an upright, kind, and amiable person. Although we are enemies, we also respect the pagan saints."

It's simply a lie! Thinking of what the pagans would experience in Feysac, Vincent sneered at this statement.

"We come in peace!"

The man who was shouting kept on talking:
"Perhaps you don't know yet, the 'big smog' incident in your country was orchestrated by the king. He brutally killed his own people, and your church remained indifferent! Shouldn't you rebel against the royal family for the sake of your people? For the sake of peace, for human rights, and to help the people of Loen break free from the control of the king, we came to the Amanda Mountains. If you are willing to talk to us, we can guarantee that we will not harm the surrounding towns..."

"You don't even feel guilty about your lies!"

Vincent couldn't stand it any longer. In order to refute the other party and to continue to stabilize the enemy so that the archbishop could act smoothly, he summoned a spirit and shouted from another direction far away from him:

“When you massacred our people, were you also under the banner of peace and human rights?”

"Of course." The hunter who shouted did not seem to feel ashamed at all, "Because they attacked us first..." Before the last word of this sentence fell, before Vincent could help but scold the other party for being shameless again, the sky suddenly turned dark. It turned dark very suddenly and quickly, and the blazing white flames all over the city disappeared in an instant, as if someone had turned off all the lights in the city!
A smile appeared on Vincent's face, but the next moment, he keenly heard some strange sounds suddenly appearing here.

No... they didn't appear suddenly, they had already arrived here, but were covered by the sound of the horn!

He raised his head, and although he could see nothing but the stars and the night sky, he could feel that there was something unknown hidden behind them.

They have arrived above the City of Tranquility and are accumulating strength in the dark, waiting for the moment to explode.

……

"Damn it!"

The chief of staff's expression suddenly changed. The moment he felt sleepy, he immediately reached out and pinched his waist hard, using the pain to keep himself awake, but his subordinates did not react so quickly, and fell down one after another. Their breathing gradually became weak, their expressions were hideous, and they were about to die in their sleep one after another.

Only the Sequence 5 vanguard captain was still standing by, swaying.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier. The pendant on his chest glowed red, and the scorching temperature temporarily sobered him up. But he still fell into sleep uncontrollably. Someone's whispers appeared in his ears. At first, it was an old man's generous voice, but the next moment it became the call and laughter of his long-lost wife. There was a loud bang in his ears. It was probably the vanguard captain who couldn't hold on and fell down.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw his wife appear in front of him and put her hand on his face.

Click.

In his dream he put the gun to his jaw.

"damn it!!"

The chief of staff barely managed to stay half awake, and gradually lost track of whether it was his wife's hand or his own gun that was pressing against his chin. He leaned on the pagan saint whom he had never met, and at the same time, with his last bit of strength and clarity, he drew the dagger at his waist and slashed at the fake wife in front of him.

Suicide is the most despised way of death by God, except for dying peacefully in bed of old age. Even if you die, you must die with dignity!
As the metal passed by, the illusion of his wife in front of him was instantly cut off, and at the same time, the endless sleepiness was also cut off.

The chief of staff suddenly woke up, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and the talisman hanging on his chest also burned out. He was stunned for a moment, never thinking that he had such a powerful ability to escape from the targeted assassination of a demigod. He quickly moved the gun against his chin away and looked at the sword in his hand, but he didn't feel like he had cut anything.

Then the chief of staff discovered that the roof of the house was gone, and the cold wind blew directly on his face, with the starry night sky above his head.

In the distance, there was a deep scratch on a house, and blood was slowly dripping from the edge of the scratch.

He finally noticed that the morning light suddenly illuminated this place again. The giant sword in the hands of the unsociable, young and pious young warrior was shining with a light that was ten times brighter than that of the vanguard captain. The surrounding warriors were waking up from nightmares with waking sounds.

Seeing this, the chief of staff heaved a long sigh of relief and completely relaxed. He was finally sure that he was not here to die.

A team of about thirty people, more than half of whom are Beyonders. The first reaction of the nervous Loen people in the war must be that there is a high-sequence hunter to lead them.

But in reality, the Chief of Staff is just a Sequence 6 with a demigod spell.

He was required to act like a hunter demigod, such as pretending to have a telepathic link, and not only had to speak to the air from time to time in an act of pretentiousness, but also had to confidently lead the highest sequence 5 troops through a small gap, separate from the main force of the Second Legion, and as a pioneer pathfinder - or a death squad - arrogantly enter the outskirts of the City of Tranquility.

When he received this mission, he repeatedly thought about whether he had offended anyone in the army. Before Arnold fought back, he didn't know whether there was a demigod hidden in this team.

Arnold raised his broadsword high, like a bright torch. The enemy was nearby, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to chop him down.

Following his actions, the others couldn't help but look up, trying to see something from the sky -

Suddenly, the starry sky began to tremble, and white light fell from the sky like meteors, one after another, destroying everything around the landing point like cannonballs.

The flames tore through the silent night.

After the attack, a piece of the sky suddenly collapsed, and the huge airship crushed the night clouds. The propellers cut through the air at high speed, and the disturbed airflow cut everyone's face like a knife.

On the huge balloon of the airship, the emblem of the Einhorn royal family of the Feysac Empire and a bright red number "2" were drawn.

The Chief of Staff held down his hat with his hand to prevent it from being blown away by the evening breeze from the Amanda Mountains, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"Stable!"

He cheered in his heart, but in fact his hands and feet were still shaking: "This gamble is worth it! The chance of promotion is guaranteed!"

Hunters rely on teams and subordinates in combat, but warriors don't!
"The last saint outside the city of tranquility is here."

Arnold blinked, as if talking to someone: "Don't let him leave alive. As long as he is dead, we can attack directly outside the city. As long as we are fast enough, we can catch them by surprise and cooperate with the First Legion to attack the army on the front line of Loen from the side."

"Didn't we make a bet before? Can we break through the defenses of the Amanda Mountains before His Highness Ahomatowa arrives?"

"Cleansing up the town all the time will also damage our reputation. Now that a gap has been opened, we should not waste this opportunity."

"Ah."

He smiled, with a smile that contained the frankness of a young man and the cruelty of a warrior: "After all, we are here to help Rune in a just way."

The young demigod glanced at the distant sky, and two dark green symbols appeared in his transparent blue pupils.

"Pagan saints!"

He shouted: "Lay down your weapons! For your people!"

The sky, as bright as day, did not last long. The propeller of the huge military airship seemed to be tripped by something suddenly and began to tilt sideways. Two unlucky people twisted their feet and fell into the propeller. Their bodies and clothes completely strangled the rotating precision structure. The airship had to find a place to make an emergency landing for repairs.

Arnold looked up at the airship that was gradually covered by the night, and the sky that was getting darker again: "It seems that you are unwilling to cooperate."

"You slaughtered our compatriots and destroyed our peace, yet you said you came here in peace."

The old man's mellow voice echoed in the night sky, moving left and right, up and down, making it impossible to determine his position. With the powerful vitality of the "Night Watcher" and perhaps the help of the seal, the sneak attack just now did not cause him much damage:
"Will the God of War welcome people who tell lies into His kingdom? Is He such an evil God?"

Arnold nodded slightly:
"That's absolutely not the case. People of Feysac are born in the cold winter and die in the flames. Death in battle is a blessing and reassurance given to us. The correctness of war is always in the hands of the great gods and the victors. Saint of the pagan religion, are you stalling for time to let your subordinates escape?"

The moment he finished speaking, Arnold tilted his head slightly and looked at a corner of the city that was gradually becoming a ruin. The dark green symbol seemed to have seen through the archbishop's concealment, and a figure slowly emerged in his field of vision. In the darkness, Vincent saw the pair of eyes looking at him, giving him the feeling that the two of them were looking into each other's eyes. He didn't know if the other party had seen his eyes, but he had been discovered!
"only one person."

After Arnold finished speaking, he suddenly opened his tightly wrapped coat and poured the entire bottle of ointment onto the broadsword.

The ointment filled the inscriptions on the sword, emitting a hazy golden glow.

He moved his wrist slightly, like a child waving a toy wooden sword, and swung out a slightly glowing air.

Vincent's alarm bells immediately rang. The attack had a strange deviation as soon as it left his hand, but it still blocked all his escape routes. He had to summon spirits continuously to resist the damage this time.

In less than a second, he was blown away by the huge impact, and several spirits in front of him were chopped into pieces by the silver-white blade light.

The strong blade wind still hit him even though it was mostly skewed, and his body lost all consciousness in an instant.

The body was thrown high into the air and slammed heavily into a pile of ruins, leaving a deep red mark on the black and white rubble and bricks.

The numbness gradually faded, and the pain exploded from every cell. His limbs lost control in the intense pain. He coughed up blood and twitched violently. He tried to stand up, but the demigod's casual blow seemed to break several bones in his body. His hands and feet were completely out of control. Vincent struggled to put his head next to his chest pocket, bit open the button with trembling teeth, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, bit off the cork, tilted his head back and swallowed it.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally subsided, and he gradually found his hands and feet again. The noisy buzzing in his ears also gradually subsided. Only his vision was still bright red, and he blinked hard, using physiological tears to wash away the blood that flowed into his eyes.

"stand up!"

The Archbishop's shout echoed in his ears. Vincent's eyes were filled with tears. He saw the light of dawn and the black night sky frequently alternating in the sky. The golden sword light occasionally cut through the sky, revealing the clouds in the real night sky. Feysac's warriors hid in the corner. Someone suddenly closed his eyes. If his companions didn't wake him up immediately, he would immediately die in a nightmare with a hideous face.

"stand up!"

"Go back! Go back alive! Evacuate the people! Take them into the city!"

The Archbishop roared in his ears, and it took all Vincent's strength just to climb out of the rubble.

Town… There are still nearly 10,000 people in the town waiting to be evacuated! If I die here, they will all be killed unconsciously by the approaching Feysac people… Vincent took a deep breath, supported the ground with his exhausted hands, bent over and walked along the ruins, and after walking for a long time, he stood up with difficulty with the help of Ling.

In front of him was a large area of ​​chaotic colors and snowflakes. His hearing had not yet recovered, and it seemed as if countless sounds were exploding in his ears, forming a crazy song. It seemed to be people shouting, the roar of artillery fire, and the hymns that the archbishop had sung. He could even feel the reality of these sounds - when the sound of artillery fire sounded, the ground under his feet began to tremble violently, and he began to feel tingling in different parts of his body.

Vincent's mind was in a daze, like a dead man being dragged forward by a spirit, and all he saw was ruins. Shrapnel and rubble were embedded in his body, and he was bleeding profusely, but the potion he had taken before was constantly recovering him, regenerating his flesh and blood, and pushing these foreign objects out.

Ammunition and fire rained across the view ahead, and the whole world was burning.

For a moment he felt that he had fallen into "hell", or perhaps this world was slowly merging with hell.

He seemed to be running, or just crawling on the ground.

A long time later, a shell landed near him. Ling was annihilated in the shock wave without a sound. He also flew out and did not stand up for a long time.

TBC
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At this time, it was the early morning of a new Monday, and Klein was about to start a tarot session.

Ah, this time the Tarot Club is about everyone working together to lock up a vampire who has betrayed others in the Harvest Church.

(End of this chapter)