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

Chapter 399 Chain Reaction
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Playing Amon is something that you only get familiar with after doing it the first time.

Klein placed the monocle on his right eye and adjusted its position a few times, turning his head casually as if he was admiring the scenery outside the window.

The long line of passers-by who wanted to tell fortunes in front of them moved slowly forward. The carriage finally found a gap and squeezed forward with difficulty following other carriages.

Klein maintained an Amon-like smile, locking the sweat tightly under his skin and pretending to be indifferent, fearing that if he was careless, Zaratul would notice that something was wrong.

Amon's clone would deliberately seek trouble for excitement, and might not really care about being killed by Sequence 1 of the adjacent pathway, but he does care!

Who knows if he can be resurrected if he is turned into a secret puppet?
Moreover, this was Zaratul, a Zaratul who had experience as a Sequence 2 "Miracle Master". Klein didn't think that the other party would be unaware of the Miracle Master's resurrection requirements. As long as he could respond and prevent him from resurrecting, he would be doomed.

Even though Zaratul lowered his head, as if he had been fooled, Klein still did not dare to be careless. He used the action of taking out a pocket watch as a disguise, and grabbed the two talismans given by the Aurora Society hidden in the inner pocket of his coat. He began to silently recite the name of the Red Angel in his heart, hoping that Medici could quickly put it into the mental link of "Red of War".

As soon as the spell was cast, Zaratul would immediately recognize himself as the guy who owned Sefirah Castle, and his identity would be exposed. But he was already facing Sequence One, and it was so dangerous that he had to take a gamble and use the spell to protect himself, so why would he care whether he was exposed or not?
When the carriage entered the long line, there was a sudden knock on the door next to Klein.

Klein's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment. He smiled and glanced to the side. He saw a young man outside the window looking in through the car window with his head tilted up. His movements were abnormal, and his expression was cunning and mature, which was extremely inconsistent with his age.

Oh no... Klein felt his scalp explode. Even if he played the role of Amon, he couldn't completely make Zaratul relax his vigilance against Him. After all, the "Amon" who appeared here was just a demigod. There was no way that the real angel and his real body could appear under the eyes of the God of Thunder!

There is no need for Zaratul to be afraid of him, nor is there any need to turn a blind eye in order to avoid getting entangled with the original body. The other party can simply eliminate all the Amons around and harvest a handful of "Time Bugs"!
The young passerby stared at Klein for two seconds, then suddenly laughed softly:
"Why don't you parasite this person?"

The young passerby who had become Zaratul's secret puppet followed the carriage and looked at Klein's driver: "Even this is not a clone."

As expected, even if I were dressed as Amon, I couldn’t completely make Zaratul let me go. But if I wasn’t dressed as Amon, I would have become a secret doll as soon as we met!

The puppet's throat emitted the old and treacherous voice of the real Zaratul that Klein had heard:

"You are not Amon, hehe..."

The moment Zaratul said, "Even this is not a clone," Klein suddenly felt cold all over, and his limbs stiffened. He clenched the talisman in his inner pocket and said loudly in the ancient giant language:
"invalid!"

In an instant, the black spiritual thread that had already reached the old man's hand suddenly retracted, and Klein's spiritual thread broke away from His control and formed a circle around Klein, just like Zaratul in the secret town!

Zaratul laughed without any surprise, reached out and took the set of tarot cards chosen by the guest, and interpreted them for the guest:

"You want to predict the development of something that is about to happen. This is the third set of cards you chose..."

The old angel turned over the first of the three cards. In the anxious, expectant and suspicious eyes of the guests, He smiled slowly:
"Oh, that's not good. Your first card is... Death upright."

He smiled and showed the card to the guests, and saw that the skeleton's palm was holding a withering flower.

The talisman turned into a golden flame that burned fiercely, instantly dispelling the stiffness and coldness on Klein's body. However, Klein felt that the world around him seemed to have become extremely far away from him. A dark fog had enveloped him without him knowing when, and a heavy sense of history came over him - the carriage disappeared, the coachman and his secret doll were nowhere to be found, and he was led into the fog of history by Zaratul!
He was a newly promoted Sequence 3, and in terms of authority, he could not compete with Zaratul, who was a part of history!

Zaratul could have turned everyone around him into puppets, but he didn’t. Instead, he chose the slightly more troublesome method of isolating me from the real world… He didn’t want to and didn’t dare to do it in Backlund, not even to transform a dozen people.

Klein immediately understood.

The laws of the outside world seem to have a strong suppressive power on Zaratul, and the gods have turned a blind eye to the fight for the Source Castle. However, if He does not want to affect reality on a large scale and attract the displeasure of George III and the God of Thunder, He can only take action in the mist of history.

The golden flame on his hand was burning fiercely.

When this talisman was made, the true creator was still a dual-path true God, so this talisman can only use the true God-level ability twice.

The mist of history... Fortunately, I am also a part of history!

A piece of glittering debris floated towards Klein, and the picture showed an even older and more decrepit Trier.

A building hidden in history appeared in front of Klein. Secret puppets came alive, chatting and laughing with living people. Strange magic appeared everywhere. There were several mermaids in a huge lake. Many people dressed up as clowns and magicians, as if they were holding a grand masquerade.

The fragment was getting closer and closer to Klein. In an instant, the secret puppets, the strange wizards, the ancient scholars, and even Zaratul, who was a miracle worker at the time and was hiding in the deepest part, all turned their heads towards him!
The secret society in the fifth era!

It was the secret society in its heyday, before Zaratul went crazy because of his promotion to Sequence One!
Klein quickly moved back, but the historical projections in the fragments all took action. Klein's spiritual thread twisted violently like leaves in the wind, being stretched, twisted, attracted, and flew into the hands of those "fortune tellers"!

Zaratul knew that I was the one favored by the True Creator, so He did not dare to take me to the Third or Fourth Epochs to prevent my spell from being connected to the historical image of the True Creator... and in the Fifth Epoch, before I came, I had no connection with this world at all...

But during this...time...I still have someone...who can...

Klein's thoughts gradually became stagnant. Under the protection of "ineffectiveness", he was able to barely buy two seconds under the pressure of an angel and several demigods. This was already an indescribable miracle. He struggled to clench the golden flame in his hand, and his voice seemed rusty:

"efficient!"

In the last less than a second, Klein's right hand made a grabbing motion. His muscles suddenly tensed, and a brown-skinned middle-aged man dressed in ancient clothes, like a medieval noble, appeared in front of him. The summoning of the historical projection was successful!
The facial features of the historical projection are soft, and there is a small black mole under the right ear.

It was Azik Eggers, who was the "First Baron Ramde" in the Fifth Epoch!

As soon as he appeared, Klein felt another cold aura begin to compete with the fortune tellers in history. This effectively relieved his puppet-like body and allowed his mind to slowly return to normal, but it also quickly caused his vitality to begin to decrease.

At this time, Azik Eggers couldn't be said to be familiar with him. He had absolutely nothing to do with him!
Mr. Azik is only at Sequence 2, so he probably cannot get involved in the historical fog of Sequence Zaratul.

With an indifferent look and a cold expression, Azik Eggers, the "First Baron Ramde" dressed as an ancient Loen noble, glanced around, and his body suddenly swelled, turning into a giant snake that covered the sky above the mausoleum.

This giant snake is both illusory and real, and seems to be made up of things that humans cannot understand. Its entire body is covered with huge dark green scales, with white feathers growing in the gaps. Each feather and scale has strange symbols of different shapes. Even just seeing it will cause a person's flesh and blood to rot and turn them into a zombie.

This is the Quetzalcoatl in the mythology of the southern continent. Pale flames burn in His eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out behind Him.

Amid the howling of the wind, the feathered serpent hovering in the air stretched its upper body forward and opened its mouth to spit out a pale flame that was more than enough to completely cover the entire building of the secret society.

...Mr. Azik's historical pore image is definitely much weaker than the original one, but it also has such power... He is worthy of being the son of the god of death and the governor of the Balam Empire... Although Klein has conducted summoning experiments at sea and commissioned him to seal the space at Meige Manor before, he still didn't expect that the projection of Azik would be so powerful after entering the state.

At this time, Zaratul, who was hidden in the deepest part of this historical image, did something unknown, causing all the pale flames that were surging like a tide to disappear.

Klein didn't dare to delay and ran deeper into history. He ran with a limp, holding the last talisman given by the real creator in his hand. He wanted to run deeper into history, escape to the Fourth Epoch, and borrow the power of the real creator at that time!

Suddenly, his breathing stagnated, and he reached out to scratch his throat hard. The talisman almost slipped through his fingers, and his eyeballs rolled up uncontrollably.

It was as if a hand had grabbed his collar from behind, strangling his throat and mouth, intending to hang him up.

Klein's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't even have time to think. The next moment, a piece of history fragment approached him. An arm wrapped in black armor grabbed Klein, who was about to be turned into a secret puppet in less than two seconds, and a blazing white flame suddenly burned his body!

Zaratul's hand trembled, and he retracted his hand as if burned by the candle flame, losing control of Klein's spiritual thread.

Klein's eyes were wide open, and it took him a full second to gasp for air like a dying man. The hunters in the mind link seemed to be arguing about what to eat for lunch, while the Medici in the historical fragments stood under the inverted cross of a black church and waved at him.

The Medici in history had bright eyes and flamboyant red hair, and was untouched by death and thousands of years of imprisonment.

With the help of Klein's mystical connection, He temporarily regained consciousness, stretched his muscles and stretched out his hand, and the flowing flames formed a dazzling long sword. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zaratul immediately controlled this piece of history to move away. They had worked together for hundreds of years in the First and Second Solomon Empires. Even if the Angel King at that time could only exert 20% of his strength, He, who was only a Sequence 2 in history, could not resist him!

“How do we get out?!” Klein shouted at Medici.

"How would I know? I'm not a fortune teller!"

Medici also shouted at him, then drew his sword and stabbed Zaratul across two thousand years!
Zaratul, the "Miracle Master" in the historical projection, widened his eyes. The blazing white flames and sword light, with the momentum of splitting the ocean and the sky, arrived in front of Him in an instant! With one sword strike, all the ancient scholars and miracle masters in history, as well as the area where the secret order was located, were burned to ashes. At the same time, Medici's eyes gradually became dull, and the historical projection slowly returned to the inverted cross, praying silently.

The two fragments of history ended their struggle at the same time, and everything around Klein became pitch black.

At this moment, tiny flames like streams of light rushed out from the dark mist.

Klein turned his head and saw that the dogs of Fulgrim all came to his side, biting his clothes with their flaming mouths, and arched his legs and back, motioning Klein to follow them.

……

In the real world, Zaratul's expression changed slightly, and he had just started talking to the guest about the first card.

"...Please look at this card. Wherever the god of death goes, there is devastation everywhere. It seems that there is no hope for survival. However, this card is not that negative. It hides the meaning of 'starting over again'. Your current affairs may not be going smoothly, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

The guest who looked like a government employee frowned and asked suspiciously:

"I've heard the same thing. Is this the same thing you fortune tellers say? Even if I just lost a pen while working, I can still think that this means things are not going well."

“Haha, divination is just a prediction, the answer is in your heart.” Zaratul said the riddle while turning over the second card.

The Wheel of Fortune in its upright position.

“Ourolus…” Zaratul whispered in a voice that only he could hear, with a slightly regretful expression on his face. He did not let the government employees see the change in his expression, and spoke in a normal tone, even with a hint of envy:

“You will become more successful than you expected.”

The government employee didn't say anything, but his expression became better. Everyone likes to hear positive things.

Zaratul did not wait any longer and turned over the last card.

The 9 of Cups upright.

"..." Zaratul fell silent. His fingers tapped lightly on the table. His tone and expression became a little heavy, so much so that the government employee wondered if he had drawn a bad card.

"This card represents satisfaction and the fulfillment of wishes."

Zaratul looked at him with a serious expression, stretched out his finger and pointed at the card: "The person on the card raised his hands high, showing satisfaction, because he achieved what he wanted, the wish he made came true, or the dream came true. In summary, you have good luck. Although there will be difficulties and troubles at the moment, as long as you can get through it, you will get a turning point..."

The government employee seemed quite satisfied. He took out 5 pence as a reward and complained:
“It feels like it’s all just clichés.”

"Perhaps." Zaratul responded casually. He closed his eyes slightly, and his expression became a little unpleasant. "He will achieve his wish...what is his wish...no, should I say, no matter what it is, he will achieve it?"

He was silent for a moment, and when the next guest sat down, he was still staring at the three cards in front of him and thinking. After a few seconds, he reached out and shuffled the cards skillfully, then took one out and placed it behind the Holy Grail 9.

The Emperor in reverse!

……

"It's almost time. I think I can interact with the real world again."

Klein, who was being led by the Fulgrim dogs towards a certain direction in the mist of history, was delighted and vaguely felt the spiritual connection of the secret doll Enuni. At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came from behind him.

Like the sound of someone's feet hitting the ground.

As if reacting to stress, the Fulgrim dogs all turned their heads in unison, protecting Klein behind them and barking inexplicably at his back. Some of them were pushing against Klein's waist and legs with even greater force, as if they wanted him to leave quickly.

"I knew Zaratul wouldn't let me go just like that..."

The extremely oppressive footsteps slowly approached. With every step, Klein could feel as if his heart was being trampled. Finally, the footsteps stopped about ten meters away - if there was a clear distance division in the mist of history.

Klein turned his head slowly. He perfunctorily touched the dogs of Fulgrim around him, grabbed the last talisman, and prepared for battle.

He decided to summon a historical projection based on the era in which this enemy appeared. High-Sequence enemies of the same era must have a better understanding of each other!
If Medici had not died at the end of the Fourth Era, given their current... relationship as mutual devotees, Klein would have wanted to use Medici's historical projection as a panacea like Mr. Azik.

Klein soothed the Fulgrim dogs around him and slowly turned his head.

Then he froze in place, his eyes widened slightly, and his brows suddenly frowned.

He had seen this historical projection. He had seen His face countless times in history textbooks, in portraits in museums, and on the “blasphemous card”, and he had heard rumors about Him countless times;

That was his fellow countryman, his predecessor, one of the only people in the world who came from the past;

His diary helped him quickly grasp the information about this world, and accidentally led him to the path of fortune-teller;

He had also been to the Southern Continent and Intis, and had seen the prosperity that He left behind, as well as the devastation under the iron hoofs of the invaders.

Throughout history, there have been mixed reviews of Him, but it is undeniable that He was the symbol of the times two hundred years ago, and one of the top beings who could make things happen with a wave of his hand.

"This is a way of meeting that I never thought of..."

Klein took a deep breath and clenched the talisman in his hand. For a moment, he felt helpless and didn't know who to use to fight against Him.

The figure standing behind him had long curly chestnut hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a handsome face with two beautiful mustaches. He wore a dark red cloak embroidered with gold thread, and a luxurious sable fur dragged behind him.

The person Zaratul summoned was the former emperor of Intis.

Russell Gustav.

……

At the moment when the historical projection of the "Knowledge Emperor" Roselle Gustav appeared, in the distant spiritual world, at the bottom of the underworld, the huge feathered serpent curled up and dormant on the bank of the River of Eternal Darkness opened its eyes as if it had been electrocuted.

The face with almost no human features suddenly showed extremely rich emotional changes. The feathered serpent spread its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and its pale eyes kept searching for directions in the void.

Then, His body shrank rapidly, and in the brief moment when the God of Death was stunned, the huge feathered serpent turned into a human form. The Queen, whose facial features were beautiful but sharp, had eyes that were burned white by fire, and the emotions of Xia Palenque Eggers emerged.

"Roselle!"

"Roselle Gustav!"

Her obsession screamed, and the flames of anger burned in her heart.

"I see Him, I see you...!"

"Where are you? Where are you!"

TBC
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King George III: Oh my god, it's so exciting before I even have the ceremony?
(End of this chapter)