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

Chapter 391 Ambush
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“You’ve actually been able to do this.”

In the open space outside the manor, Azik looked at his students and friends with deep emotion. He looked at Klein with a look of relief and complexity: "Congratulations on your successful promotion to Sequence 3. Is this the ability of an 'Ancient Scholar'?"

"I felt a call from you, a very special call. If I accept it, I will have to hide temporarily in Balam. There can only be one Azik Eggs in the world at the same time, so I ran to the spirit world to hibernate and then responded to you."

“If you come directly here, I’m afraid it will cause a diplomatic dispute.”

It will also leave a lot of mystical connections, and may even cause irreversible impacts on the surrounding environment... A true angel has gained authority and can be called a follower of God, becoming a certain symbol. If you don't restrain yourself, the impact on reality will be immeasurable.

Of course, Klein could see that Azik was actually willing to help him with these little things, so he teased him humorously and then emphasized, "But my spirituality and abilities are limited. I can only maintain this for about ten minutes."

Azik pursed his lips and smiled:

"Then let's chat again when we have time. I am already very happy to see that you are safe and sound and have been successfully promoted."

Then he looked around, taking in the suburbs, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Capture or kill... well, kill Major General of MI9 in Loon, Qonas Kilger, and try to preserve his spirit."

Klein originally wanted to capture the other party and communicate with him to get some information, but then he changed his mind and realized that he already knew everything he needed to know. Moreover, the other party killed the "Mad Captain" before him, and he obviously realized that someone was investigating the secret of the missing people based on this clue. Compared to capturing him alive, it might be more convenient for the "Death Archon" in front of him to kill him directly and keep his spirit. However, Klein was not sure whether Qonas Kilger had the same "law" as Viscount Stratford that prevented him from revealing secrets.

It would be great if we could get information about George III's tomb.

"The other party is a Sequence 4 'Lawyer' Path demigod who possesses at least one powerful Sealed Artifact."

Klein did the most detailed divination possible and told everything he knew: "The specific information is unknown. According to my divination results, if I try to take him down alone, I will face great danger, and it may even lead to my death."

The divination result showed that he was directly swallowed and torn apart by a shadow, which was obviously a symbol related to the "Black Emperor" path. Although Qonas Kilger might be able to seriously injure him, it was unlikely that he could capture or kill him, who could use historical projections, secret dolls, and historical mists to retreat.

Therefore, the most likely cause of his death was that he attracted the attention of other powerful people in the mausoleum, possibly even George III.

Azik nodded slightly. He remembered the name:
"Is Chounas Kilger around here?"

As he spoke, he scanned the scene nearby with his eyes. There was a faint pale flame burning in his eyes, which reminded Klein of the shocking glimpse he had in Calderon City before. Then, Klein felt that the world around him suddenly became cold, and the spiritual power began to become active in a small range, as if countless things were brushing against his skin and neck and passing quickly. There was no need to guess. Klein knew that the spirits of this land were mobilized by the Archon of Death. He had no doubt that as long as he opened his spiritual vision, he would be able to see the overwhelming spirits flying.

"There."

Azik raised his hand and pointed in a direction, which happened to be the direction where Qiunas disappeared.

"There's an area there that's not right. No, it's normal. There's nothing there, but the spirits don't dare to get close."

"Yes, less than 10 kilometers." Klein confirmed the direction. "He has used an item to disappear from the spot. What should we do next?"

Azik remembered that Klein could only allow himself to be here for a quarter of an hour: "How dangerous is it inside? If I walk in directly..."

"No, no, we can't do this, Mr. Azik!"

Klein quickly stopped him: "According to my divination results, if you are not careful, you may attract the attention of George III himself. He is only one ritual away from becoming a god. It is very likely that he will harm your body based on the mystical connection of historical projection."

"Then wait for him to come out." Azik said, "He'd better come out quickly."

Isn't this too direct? Mr. Azik, you used to be a gentle and polite person, but why have you become like this now? Even during the time when you recovered your memory, you were calm and reserved, and kept your composure... Is it because I can only maintain the historical projection for about a quarter of an hour, so you want to make a quick decision? Klein wanted to hold his forehead.

"It's okay. I can go make preparations first and summon you again when he comes out."

He reminded again: "You must not let the other party know your identity."

If Klein did it himself, it would be the most convenient. If Azik was seen by Qiunas or other relevant parties, it would involve the plan of the Southern Continent to intervene in the Northern Continent... Without the tacit consent of the God of Death, Azik would not appear here, which means that the God of Death is actually unwilling to see the Northern Continent add a god. If Azik is discovered, it will become a conflict between the gods, and the God of Death will protect him, which will probably immediately turn into a war between gods... There is really almost no freedom and ideas for people in this world.

In the old days, this might only require a gun and a daredevil, but here, the cost is infinitely increased.

We are all dancing on an egg, living in a fragile balance between gods.

Klein suddenly laughed. He was happy that he could still feel powerless and angry, even though it was not worth being happy about.

He calmed himself down and turned his attention to the hunt that was about to begin. He asked, "So, where do we start?"

Azik looked into the distance: "Spiritual world, what do you think?"

In the distance was the Meige Manor that Klein had purchased for 20,000 gold pounds. If he were to fight in the real world, he would have to mobilize spirits and spiritual things. Azik could not guarantee that he would not damage reality at all or accidentally hurt other innocent people in the Meige Manor.

It would be best if there is no property loss.

Klein expected this answer and nodded.

After quickly going through several plans in his mind, Klein asked, "I need to master and adapt to my new Beyonder abilities. Can you please set up a relatively isolated environment to prevent Qonas Kilger from escaping?"

Azik was slightly startled, then smiled: "Of course."

Klein immediately returned to Meige Manor to prepare for the upcoming ambush.

First, he had to change out of his pajamas.

Without Arrodes' intelligence assistance, Klein felt a little bit awkward, as if he had returned to the past when he was still a Low-Sequence Beyonder. He wished he could use Sefirah Fort to divine every step he took, for fear of encountering something beyond his ability and losing his life.

But the good thing is that I now have the strength and the historical mist as a backup. As long as I don’t attract the attention of hidden senior executives, I have a great chance of success and leaving.

A chilly autumn breeze blew by, and Klein stared at the manor at night for a few seconds without any expression. Then he pressed his silk hat, pulled the human leather glove on his left palm, and took out the "Death Knell" revolver from his armpit.

Then, he swiped his thumb diagonally, causing the cylinder of the iron-black pistol to move.

“Well, actually, city defense cannon-level air cannons are not bad either…” Klein muttered a few words, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

……

The night was getting darker and darker, the red moon occasionally penetrated the clouds, and Meige Manor was completely asleep in such an environment.

At this time, a figure came stealthily from the south bank of the Tussock River and walked back to his room in two or three steps.

He was none other than the Deputy Director of MI9, Chounas Kilger, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers.

The demigod with a tough appearance looked around and found nothing unusual, so he smiled slightly, walked to the small bar in the guest bedroom, took out a glass, picked up a bottle of red wine produced by Mei Ge, and prepared to pour himself a light layer of wine to celebrate this wonderful night.

At this moment, he suddenly had an inspiration and raised his head abruptly.

He then saw that the gray-white chimneys on the roof opposite suddenly turned into bright blocks of color with blurred edges and corners, like an oil painting.

The clouds and stars in the sky turned into abstract colors and silvery-white spots. Irregular shadows appeared on the red moon, like a blurred face of a woman.

Under the night sky, the pitch-black sky seemed to have turned into a door. Transparent spirits made incomprehensible sounds and fell from the sky. Dark water began to rise on the ground, gradually flooding over Qiunas Kilger's feet. Countless blood-stained arms and vines with baby faces stretched out from under his feet, groping around to grab his legs. The red wine in his glass was as bright as blood.

This... The demigod's pupils dilated slightly, and he responded without any hesitation.

He reached into his pocket with his left hand and extended his right palm to his armpit, and took out two items respectively.

Among them, he held a strange pistol in his right hand. It was gray in color and several times larger than an ordinary revolver, like a giant hammer that only appeared in classical wars. The unusual thing about this pistol was that it had six barrels, each of which was quite thick and had a deep caliber. There were more than a dozen ugly rivets inlaid on its revolver, which gave it a rough beauty.

In Qonas Kilger's left hand was a piece of "iron" pocket watch. On its dial, half was neatly arranged with various symbols in chronological order, and the other half was chaotic and mixed, even invading the opposite area. The two seemed to be connected into one at the mechanical core behind the scenes that could not be directly seen, with a more complex and dizzying structure.

It was the power of the "Death God" path! Qiunas was under increasing pressure. If he was caught by the Balam Empire because of his carelessness, or even ruined the king's plan, he would never be able to atone for his sins no matter how many times he died!

Almost at the same time, a figure emerged from the huge red moon outside the window and glided towards them at an extremely fast speed.

He grew bigger and clearer, a young man with black hair, brown eyes, deep features and hard lines.

The young man wore a silk top hat, a black windbreaker, held a unique revolver in one hand, and the other hand was covered with transparent human skin.

His figure slowly emerged in this bright and abstract world like an oil painting. He walked on the black sea, creating circular ripples. The spirits falling from the sky and the vine arms extending from the water all made way for him.

German Sparrow.

Seeing the two sealed objects, Gehrman Sparrow narrowed his eyes and his expression became even colder and more serious.

……

In the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Cardinal Raydar Valentin concluded his ritual and disposed of the remaining ritual materials and traces of the occult.

His brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes revealed seriousness, vigilance, confusion, and other complex emotions.

Then, a whirlwind surrounded him, and the wind lifted him out of the window. Raydar Valentine quickly moved to the lounge provided for the "Substitute Punishers" in the cathedral, where the Beyonders who were taking a break were gathered together to play cards and chat.

Now, there are some people who don't look like sailors in the team of the "Manufactured Punishers".

Not only the "Substitute Punishers", but also a certain number of readers have appeared in the lower levels of the church. They can only do some simple work at present, serving as staff and teachers of mystical knowledge training for newcomers. Some are selected by the church, and some are transferred from the original knowledge church.

These people will not get a fair chance to rise for the time being because more observation is needed.

Redar Valentine appeared outside the window, looking at the Beyonders playing cards with a serious expression, like a dean who suddenly appeared in the old era and observed the students from the window. Although they were free to do whatever they wanted during the rest time when preparing for the shift change at night, the first Mandated Punisher was still struck by lightning when he noticed the bishop outside the window, and he danced with joy to remind others.

After a period of chaos.

The two Substitute Punishers who were resting and waiting for their shift change were dressed neatly. They stood with their members and knocked their chests with their fists:

"Thunder is above!"

"Praise the Lord of Thunder and Truth!"

Radar floated in the sky, inspecting his subordinates, and responded with the same courtesy. The "Manufactured Punishers" breathed a sigh of relief, and the captain stepped forward to open the window. The archbishop flew in with the wind, and his strong and tall body landed lightly on the ground, looking extremely incredible.

Seeing that everyone had returned to their normal state, Raydar Valentine looked around majestically and spoke in a loud voice:
"I have received a message from the Holy See. The Lord says that someone is secretly working to disrupt the collective mourning ceremony for His Majesty the King!"

The Beyonders in the Storm's Path were horrified. Those who had participated in the cult cleanup some time ago were even more incredulous. It had only been a few months. Could it be that those wild Beyonders and secret organization members who had been beaten to flee like rats on the street had already gathered together again? And were they planning to make a big scene at the King's ceremony? Even if they had rebounded from the bottom, it wouldn't be like this! They should have suffered heavy casualties and were barely surviving now. The newcomers in the church's basement were still in a state of panic!

The captain was the first to frown and raise a question:
"Revenge from a cult?"

Given the previous case of the witch sect trying to let the original witch take advantage of the chaos to descend from the sky during the Backlund fog, their first reaction was that the cult was going to use the god-descent ritual to increase their presence again.

Only well-formed, large-scale cult organizations can quickly unite after a crackdown and prepare for retaliatory activities.

——Unfortunately, they didn’t know that this good show was also tacitly approved by the king.

As for the descent of gods, unlike the righteous gods who do not need to prove their existence, cult organizations will use the descent of gods and miracles to demonstrate the existence of themselves and the evil gods they believe in. This is also the reason why the Aurora Society can become the number one cult - no matter how many of their believers the real creator can kill, at least he really exists and is very active.

The same is true for the Hidden Sages who actively respond to all prying eyes and all ritual magic that can be found.

Raydar Valentine looked deep in his eyes and nodded slowly:
"perhaps."

"During this period, we have stepped up our efforts to track down secret organizations and wild Beyonders, and... we have once again begun searching for the faith and secret organization related to The Fool."

“The Fool”… The Beyonder team looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the Punishers who had worked with the Church of Evernight scratched his hair. He frowned and recalled some ancient memories. He asked uncertainly, “I think we have searched for this secret existence before? But we found nothing. The only relevant information was that a swindler disguised himself as a follower of The Fool and tried to assault women. He was punished by lightning…”

"There is nothing else, from spiritual messages, gestures to believers."

The Punisher was somewhat embarrassed, for lightning was the power of the Storm Lord.

And the Lord of Storms doesn't seem to punish others for such trivial matters.

This happened a long time ago, and because repeated investigations yielded nothing, the two churches simply regarded "The Fool" as a new alias for an existing secret entity and put it in the archives for the time being.

Apart from him, the other punishers around him were learning about this for the first time. They couldn't help but feel surprised and angry, and were indignant that this secret existence had stolen the authority of their main god.

"Exactly."

Raydar Valentin confirmed his answer and continued:

"This is the decree of the Holy See. It is very likely that they are the ones operating in secret!"

"Yes!"

Everyone was immediately perked up and responded in unison.

"Besides that, when readers come to class, you just listen quietly." Raydar's eyes swept across the faces of his subordinates who were irritable, irritable, impatient, and had limited cultural level, with a hint of warning, "Talk less nonsense in class and stir up trouble. This is the Lord's will. It will also be good for you to learn more common sense. Don't let me hear similar complaints again!"

"But they are just speculators with no piety."

Someone spoke up for his companions: "They have abandoned the god of knowledge and wisdom now, what if they also abandon the Lord in the future?"

Raydar snorted heavily. He was also dissatisfied with those fence-sitters of the Renburg readers, but he would not show it on his face. As a cardinal, he knew how to act, and he also knew that the Lord was now modifying his image and gradually adapting to the new authority.

These short-sighted subordinates of his had repeatedly expressed their dissatisfaction with the readers, mocking or ridiculing them. They had no respect for people or knowledge, and did not take the word "cooperation" seriously at all, which made him embarrassed in front of the other cardinals!
"It is their freedom to change their faith to the Lord, and it is God's mercy to allow them to live. You cannot criticize the Lord's decision."

"Besides, do you really have to say it and show it?"

He looked directly at the Mandated Punisher who was speaking. The anger in his eyes was self-evident. The latter immediately turned pale and lowered his head.

"That's all I have to say, disband!"

TBC
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When I saw someone righteously questioning why the Outer Gods were anti-feudal and anti-colonial, I really couldn't hold back...

Is it outrageous? It is indeed outrageous, so there is no such thing. I am not even bothered to explain it. Let alone Maria and the Pilgrims, I am afraid Richard doesn't know either.

How can a book friend be banned for fifty years even if he didn’t make any comments? Is he sick? Such a powerful official. The last time I saw such collective punishment was in the West Factory. This time he is really a mysterious and mysterious person!!! His name will go down in history!!
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