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

Chapter 341 Melee
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"disappointment."

Edward half-knelt on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and finally whispered unhappily: "I have read a lot of literary works, but I still can't believe that humans can be so easily indulged in beautiful dreams. It is too easy for humans to lose themselves in the illusory world."

"This is consistent with my understanding of humans, but it does not match the impression that the real Creator gave me. That means there is only one answer. It is not that the real Creator is confused because of this dream, but because He was almost defeated before, so He had this dream."

"That wasn't an illusion woven by God...it was His own dream!"

If we take the end of the world as our ultimate goal, are we destined to lose our way after the end of the world? If we lose our goal and our long-cherished wish, will we have the idea of ​​becoming God "without any more struggles and willingly"?

"It's just stupid." Edward sighed, "It's like a story with a bad ending. The first 99% of the content is a serious celebration of love, sacrifice and humanity, but the last ten chapters complete a world where humans are treated as livestock, and in the end suddenly give up everything and prepare to die."

"What's the point of appreciating such a world? Anyway, we already have clues about the source, so we might as well just ignore Him."

The Lord of Decay, who was enjoying this farce in the starry sky with great interest, asked curiously:
"You really don't care?"

"God himself said that he is the only one and does not need other personalities to create a new direction, so I don't want to care." The God of Decline said, "And within 18 years, I will definitely be able to establish a connection with the source of the Western Continent, and I don't need to stay in this place anymore. Go back, let me go back. God will not allow the Lord of Mysteries to be born, and my goal will be achieved."

"But you are the best writer now." The Lord of Withering said, "According to the agreement, you do have to help Him, although there is no contract to restrict our behavior. But don't you think it's a pity that He struggled to the point of going crazy?"

"..."

Edward's expression twisted horribly, and the words "None of my business" were stuck in his throat for a long time. He silently picked up a pen and took out a small notebook from his pocket, on which were scattered ideas for novels, inspired sentences, doodles and bills.

"I really regret talking to you."

"I can't even imagine what would have happened if it was you who came here."

The Lord of Decay's joyful mood was immediately conveyed: "Don't be like this, you and I belong together, and you are also a god who pursues possibilities, otherwise how could you always be persuaded by me. Give it a try, there is no negative effect anyway."

"Write a dystopian story?" Edward slowly turned to a new page and said slowly, "Okay... just think of it as a competition of creative ability with the future God. I've been annoyed by His monotonous stories for a long time."

He thought about it for a few seconds, then started writing.

In the chaotic and perfect dream of the True Creator, a new development was promoted under the guidance of the Old Days, which symbolized possibility. Under the gaze of the Outer Gods, the disaster had already laid the groundwork. The True Creator, who was in a state of self-doubt, suddenly felt a chill penetrate him. He raised his head and felt that there seemed to be some subtle differences somewhere in this world.

Then, the sky split open, and countless black lines hung down from the clouds, as if countless eyes were looking down from the sky. The thin black lines carefully controlled every human being. If they were touched even slightly, they would immediately turn into secret puppets, wearing monocles and staring at the real creator in the temple with a subtle, evil look.

There was a rumble in the True Creator's head, and He temporarily forgot about the self-doubt just now. Under the influence of memories that did not belong to Him, He angrily said: "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun!"

"Well, let's skip the five thousand words of the pillar fight here! That's about it for now."

The edge of the Chaos Sea, Edward thought as he wrote.

“Although I can’t explain why in this dream, when ‘God seized Sefirah Castle’ and Klein became a believer of the Creator, the Celestial Sovereign was born, it doesn’t matter. It’s not important. I’m just reading the book. Everyone reads the book. Besides, I’m writing a sequel.”

Klein became a believer in the Creator. There was so much hidden meaning in this sentence, so much so that if Edward looked at the devout Klein in the dream again and thought about the old Oriental who "praised the night, the steam, the fools, and the true Creator", he would want to laugh.

Without the interference of God's obsession, the real creator would never be able to do such a thing.

"Anyway, the Heavenly Master is here, and this makes sense."

How could there not be a Celestial Lord where there is God? The Celestial Lord might be late, but he would not be absent. The real Creator who now has the memory of God would not doubt it… This would make Him feel that this world is indeed real… The Outer God, who wrote the old-fashioned plot of the Deus Ex Machina without blushing or beating his heart, continued to write, quickly making up the plot line in his dream.

"Then, next, let's stimulate the humanity and memory of the real creator... If you want to defeat Tianzun, you must consume more than 90% of the world's human beings. Do you accept this development?"

Edward smiled gleefully.

……

In the secret place, Antigonus frowned while sleeping.

In the dream, the demon wolf who was lying beside his sister and taking a nap in the sun slowly opened his eyes. He sniffed the air in confusion, as if he smelled a strange smell of blood from his sister.

He stood up and skillfully walked around his blood relative with his eight legs. He did not see any scars on his sister's body.

Is this some kind of symbol? Antigonus tilted his head in thought.

They have been hiding here for a long time. The eyes of the gods will not be on this place. They can live together peacefully. In the fashionable human language, this is "dependence on each other". Antigonus thinks this word is well used. They depend on each other's fate. The small kingdom of night is well managed. There are less than 10,000 people in total. The death toll is gradually increasing. People at the foot of the mountain often secretly climb up the mountainside to peek at their long-lost relatives. People from afar often hear that there is a secret of immortality here and come here from thousands of miles away to live.

They have lived such a comfortable life for a long time.

Don’t think about the outside world for now, don’t think about hatred and sadness for now, maybe they can continue like this.

"Antigonus, what's wrong with you?"

The Mother of Heaven was awakened by the sound of her brother's footsteps. She opened one eye and looked up at her brother walking around:
"It's such a nice day, won't you take a rest?"

Antigonus was very moved. He walked to his sister's side and lay down, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart:

"Sister, I always have a bad feeling."

Mother of Heaven looked at him strangely and used her front paw to ruffle a tuft of hair on her brother's forehead: "Do you have a bad feeling? The Hornachis Mountains are peaceful, and we haven't done any more bad things. Antigonus, don't think too much, just get some sleep first." Antigonus wanted to say something else, but the warm afternoon sun made him feel comfortable all over, and his mind unconsciously became comfortable. He didn't feel nervous at all, and just wanted to close his eyes comfortably and sleep for a few days and nights.

All right. He closed his eyes and lay down beside his sister. Perhaps it was an illusion.

"Go to sleep, Antigonus."

Mother of Heaven barely maintained her brother's dream in the chaotic war. Reality was so cruel and painful, so he went to find comfort in dreams.

He carefully maintained a relatively safe distance from Leodro. This safe distance meant "not getting so close as to allow the extraordinary ability that attacks Leodro to affect himself, and not being so far away as to leave the protection of thunder and knowledge." Anyway, He felt that no one would really expect an ordinary angel king to play any role in a god-level war. If someone thought so, they must be crazy.

The God of Death and the God of War dislike each other, but they have to cooperate in order to show themselves in front of the omniscient and omnipotent being of the future. For the time being, no one cares about the Mother of Heaven holding the nuclear bomb. After all, she does not have the qualities to become the Eternal Darkness.

Coincidentally, Mother Heaven also felt that she didn’t have it.

If I have to give a goal, Mother of Heaven’s goal is to stay alive, and to be bolder, to live with her brother.

To achieve this goal, He trembled with fear and walked on thin ice, not daring to take a wrong step.

So He simply gave up the idea of ​​intervening in the war of gods beyond His capabilities, and devoted half of His energy to responding to the prayers of the people of the Kingdom of Loen. For Leodro, this action helped stabilize His state, and for Him, protecting humans and anchors was also a plus. He might not do much, but it would not be wrong to do so.

He patiently wove a canopy of sky covering the Kingdom of Loen, with starlight twinkling on his long, secret veil. Under this starry sky, people who prayed could always gain some peace of mind, and only at such moments would Amanesis calm down a little.

"Amanesis, I didn't know until today that you were once a human."

The two extremely similar daughters of the Demonic Wolf had already merged during the struggle, but Mother Sky refused to accept the name "Amanisis" and also refused to accept the identity of the one who slaughtered the entire Demonic Wolf clan, so their fusion was not successful, and it could even be said to be a failure.

"Since you are a human, then I may be able to understand everything you have done to us."

It's just understanding.

Mother Sky looked up at the sky. In the distant cloudy sky, a spark of fire sparked a light in the darkness.

The outline composed of metal and gear levers is as tall as a mountain. Under the dark clouds, a huge and indescribable "curtain" is spread out, simulating the principle of solar panels to absorb the spirituality dissipated in the air. The flames in the heart of God's furnace become more and more intense, and finally gain a foothold in the strong wind.

This light shone in the eyes of the Sky Mother, reminding Her of the torches and lanterns carried by pilgrims who made the pilgrimage to the Hornachis Mountains.

Amanesis also saw this light, and in an instant, the human ancestors who were either fleeing or searching for the future under the dark sky of the Third Age emerged in his mind, as did Hermes in the past. Humans are not just slaves and food, survival and pursuit of truth are instincts, holding a lamp in the bottomless darkness, moving forward in the wild years, using the light of truth and knowledge to attract countless humans who longed for the future and were like moths to a flame in that era. In the end, they gathered together under the light of the sun god.

The dark goddess quietly withdrew from the battlefield, taking her silent sister with her.

He floated across the sky of the Kingdom of Loen like a cloud. Wherever he passed, believers of the Goddess of Night, the Lord of Storms, those who once believed in the God of Steam and Machinery but were now forced to convert, and humans who believed in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom could all feel inner peace. It was as if they were lying on the grass, looking up at the stars in the sky, and they could not help but become calm.

"The spiritual light board is functioning normally."

"Link begins."

An inorganic and emotionless voice sounded. Medici looked up at the curtain covering the sky and saw that all the scattered spiritual energy was being drawn into the unknown material board without affecting the buildings and streets below. He couldn't help but laugh:
"You are quite good at research! When will the new weapon be developed? Are you working on the spiritual railgun?"

“Answer: The drawings and operating principles are missing.”

The development of solar energy and wind energy has not been smooth. The premise of the existence of these clean energy sources in the old era is the popularization of electricity. Although the God of Steam and Machinery felt the powerful effect of electricity, he could not start designing under the nose of the Lord of Storms. So He simply did the opposite and used the principles given to him by the real Creator to create a perfect spiritual light recycling panel.

"Spiritual energy, let's just call it spiritual energy!"

The God of Steam and Machinery did not agree, because when He was about to adopt this suggestion, He felt His spiritual intuition was subtly touched.

Medici looked up at the sky, a hint of solemnity hidden in his frivolous expression.

"Tsk, you're showing off your uniqueness to me, but don't let me taint you."

The Conqueror remained sarcastic, but calmly selected his enemies in the melee. It was embarrassing to say, although Medici would not feel embarrassed, but His current Sequence One strength was not enough, and He might not even be as strong as Bonova, the God of Steam and Machinery. This was the first thing that annoyed the God of War. The second thing that annoyed Him was that He knew that the Primordial Witch was approaching, and He had no effective means of interference. Was He going to ask the army to help evacuate the crowd and protect the people? Isn't this funny?
But it would be even funnier if He rushed up to duel with Leodro or the Original Witch. Soran and Einhorn would laugh at themselves as much as they could until their spirits completely disappeared.

Sword lights flashed through the clouds, and it seemed that the God of War was fighting back and forth with Leodero. The river symbolizing death also surrounded the sky there in the distance. However, it was only because Leodero was in an unstable state that he had used all his strength to end up in a draw. As long as Leodero recovered and controlled his two abilities, it was only a matter of time before the God of War was forced to retreat.

It seems that the Mother Goddess of Earth will not take action again. She has just taken action for Herabergen, but it didn't work. If she takes action again, it will easily attract the attention of a mother outside the sky, and the uniqueness of the "moon" she is looking for is not here.

According to the response of the True Creator, the Hidden Sage is coming, and the Primordial Witch is also coming to fish in troubled waters. Although these two gods cannot be counted in the combat power, even if they are just watching from the sidelines, it is enough to give people psychological pressure. Now the combat power of the two sides is really a world of difference. Should we put our hopes of a comeback on the God of Steam and Machinery?

"Lord, did you foresee something like this?"

That's why they left behind data and technology, hoping that the God of Steam and Machinery could do something? ...But what can He do in just one month?
A good cook cannot cook without rice. Medici plucked his red sword. Even though he was a conspirator, strategist, and war creator at the level of the Angel King, he felt a little restrained for a moment when the disparity between the enemy and us was too great.

TBC
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Sleeping is such a beautiful thing.

(End of this chapter)