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

Chapter 408 Not optimistic
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The entire island has turned into a red world. The twisted life and vegetation on the island are growing wildly, splitting out new individuals from their bodies one after another. This secluded island is rapidly becoming prosperous at an unimaginable speed.

The island shook violently, and the red light just showed signs of spreading out, but suddenly stopped as Roselle disappeared.

But the shadows did not gather again.

There was no rebirth, no death, no second or further births. The world suddenly became quiet.

The moonlight blended into every corner of the mausoleum like water, slowly filling every gap and every corner, like an invisible giant hand rummaging through the mausoleum, as if looking for the whereabouts of Roselle Gustav who was here just now.

rustling.

In a deep pit not far away, Edward, who was smashed into the ground by the shadow giant, climbed out again with difficulty.

"Is this your choice?" Edward was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

There are many futures for Roselle, except the one that does not involve successful resurrection. "Roselle explodes in anger and tries to let the Fallen Mother Goddess taint him" is one possible future, and "Roselle hates the Fallen Mother Goddess so much that he would rather commit suicide than become her follower" is another possibility. The two possible branches depend on whether Roselle hates the Mother Goddess more or hates himself more.

Edward himself was curious about this.

As it stands, after being polluted by the Mother Goddess for more than two hundred years, and suffering mental torture from his own daughter, Roselle now hates the Fallen Mother Goddess even more.

He could neither kill himself nor was willing to devote himself to the Mother Goddess, so this was the only option left.

The demon was in good condition. After all, Russell Gustav's two consecutive attacks were unlikely to cause him much damage (hp-1). He was about to die, and he had been struggling with anger and pollution for a long time without relief. It was not easy for Russell to live for so long. A dying man looks kind. For the sake of being friends, Edward was willing to make himself look like he had been hit hard twice to comfort him.

These two things actually made Him feel nostalgic.

Although it is not his memory, in the records of the previous version of "Edward Vaughn", who is also an angel known to Roselle, Roselle would act respectful to Zaratul, but was very casual with him most of the time, and even dared to make fun of himself for being old-fashioned.

Before becoming a demigod, Roselle tried his best to behave properly in front of Zaratul, from etiquette to speech, not wanting to offend this mysterious fortune teller. He even rarely mentioned anything about him in his diary.

But then he turned around and teased Edward about the old man's messy beard, his annoying laughter, and the fact that he told riddles all day long.

"If all fortune tellers are like this, I will beat them up if I see one!"

Russell once said this with confidence.

Apart from that, Russell would ask some irrelevant questions, such as whether no one in the Fourth Epoch liked his personality, what his next masterpiece would be about, where his next idea and invention would come from, talk about TV series and games before the time travel, and be curious about some rural customs in Britain. Finally, the topic returned to which lady or even gentleman had taken a fancy to his handsome self.

Being from the same hometown greatly lowered the threshold for Russell to open up to him. Even though the old version of Edward Vaughn was not good at conversation and did not have much ability to read people's expressions, Russell could still talk to him for a long time.

He probably didn't want any response, he just wanted to say it.

After all, no one except myself could understand these things at that time.

As they became mythical creatures, their status became closer and closer, and they had more and more things to talk about, but less and less about the Old Age.

When Russell Gustav became less fragile, the small fights with extraordinary abilities gradually increased.

Edward remembered that the old version had many interactions with the Gustav family. For example, in the winter of Intis, a war would often start with Roselle pouring snow into his collar, and end with him and Roselle having a friendly exchange with mythical creatures, scaring Bernadette to call Matilda or Adela to mediate.

Of course, if Adela had come first, it would have been very likely that the battle would have escalated, with the children and Matilda also becoming snowball warriors.

The little Bernadette Gustave in my memory gradually overlapped with the Bernadette standing in the moonlight now.

The past cannot be pursued... and there is nothing to pursue. Edward first looked up at the sky, then hid in the shadow of the stone tablet fragments where the moonlight could not reach for the time being, and asked Bernadette not far away:

"Don't you love your father very much?"

"Why did you help Him commit suicide?"

Bernadette, who was covered in red light and praying, opened her eyes: "I... I don't know."

"I also hope that He can return to His mother, to His mother's side, but... He is right, why..."

There was a trace of confusion in Bernadette's eyes. The eyes that seemed to contain an entire ocean seemed to have turned dark red at this moment, and sadness and confusion surged in them:

"Why... is Dad's mother... the same person as Mom?"

When she said this, there was an obvious "twisted" force appearing on her body.

Edward was stunned for a moment, and said with a bit of amusement: "You have been corrupted by Roselle. To you, all maternal ancestors should be one person. He distorted your concept and made you realize that something is wrong."

"But why did you help Him commit suicide?"

He persistently asks this question:
"If you help Him return, you can be together forever, but He gave up His life, and you will never see Him again, Bernadette."

“I will never see Him again…”

Bernadette's expression suddenly became lost, and she said in a vague tone: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

"He - always like this, always suddenly and willfully do something, then disappear from our world, to do something we can't understand... Dad said that He doesn't want to go back to His mother. His mother is not Grandma, nor Mom. I don't know what He is talking about, you know?"

"I know," Edward said. "I won't tell you."

As he was speaking, the island suddenly began to tremble violently.

The ground and the forest in the distance made a sound like collapsing, and the roars of monsters were endless.

After losing the polluting carrier of the "Resurrected Black Emperor", the red moonlight also lost its medium of transmission.

The moonlight on the island began to dim little by little, and the negative energy in the surrounding air was disappearing at a very fast speed. The mutated plants returned to their original appearance, while the beasts wailed and gradually lost their lives. The Fallen Mother Goddess was losing her influence on the reality of this island!
Edward shook his head. He could hear the angry and sad screams of the Fallen Mother Goddess, which made his head buzz.

But no matter how unwilling the Fallen Mother Goddess was, she had to retreat further away. The impact of the blood moon on the world was reduced to the minimum. Dark clouds with lightning and thunder quickly filled the gap and blocked the moonlight inch by inch.

Bernadette was also crying, and it was unclear whether what flowed from her eyes was spiritual blood or tears.

When the moonlight weakened to a thin layer of red gauze, which looked almost indistinguishable from the outside world, He stood up from the shadow of the stone, gazed at the collapsed mausoleum in the open space in the distance for a while, then raised his hand, aimed his palm, and grabbed it.

In an instant, the entire mausoleum disappeared, and a funnel-shaped deep pit appeared on the ground. It was pitch black inside and was hundreds of meters deep.

After the loss of the mausoleum, the coastal waters became turbulent and the island began to slowly fall apart.

Edward jumped to a high place, suspended in the air, watching the creatures in the jungle finally gain the power of death. They quickly decayed into bones while running and biting frantically, and piled up in a mess. The mausoleum protected by the power of the Black Emperor gradually collapsed in all directions after losing its protection. The forest and the plains sank to the bottom of the water in small pieces, like large pieces of soil scattered in the water.

Bernadette stood there, melting in the last ray of moonlight that was not obscured by the clouds.

The entire island sank completely to the bottom of the sea, as if it had been swallowed up, and not even a ripple disappeared.

He magically took out a bottle from his pocket, which contained the preserved collapsed mausoleum and half of the plain.

“Goodbye,” He said. …

George Augustus raised his eyelids and looked to the side.

The originally dull look on Roselle Gustav’s face became lively, and he looked at Him with a half-smile.

"Do you have any last words?" He asked briefly.

“When I became the Black Emperor, Solomon was waiting for me here, standing in my position.” Roselle raised his eyebrows, without any sign of despair on the verge of death. He pointed at George Augustus, “And I was standing in your position at that time.”

"Then you should thank me. I am kind enough to give you a chance to say your last words after you die." The latter looked impatient.

Russell laughed:
"Whatever you say. Haha, I originally had a naive idea. After becoming a god, I would take my people and my children away from here, find another way to survive in the universe, and build an interstellar civilization that belongs to me, Roselle Gustav. Doesn't it sound cool?"

George Augustus almost rolled his eyes: "What on earth do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that I was originally planning to escape, to transcend humanity and finally abandon this boring world, but you Outer Gods reminded me that I am human."

"Oh, if I run away, I will face endless extraordinary gatherings and pursuits. One day I will be occupied by the will of the old days, and one day my people will be killed or injured in the long escape. By then, will I still care that I am Roselle Gustav or Huang Tao? Of course not. Now I have lost my country and my daughter, and you have nothing to take away from me. I really hate you - in short, in the end I have nothing, and my legacy is the entire earth and those who still remember me on the earth."

"..."

"What I want to say is——"

Russell cleared his throat, pretending to be serious about his last words, and read aloud:

"Praise you! Great Fallen Mother Goddess, unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual powers!"

Pah! George slapped away the spiritual imprint of Russell Gustav, tearing the corner of his mouth that still had a mocking smile.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt the sky darken.

It was as if a holy and bright red moon suddenly rose, and a pair of eyes looked at Him, with a bit of resentment, anger and love.

"(Loenese curse word)!"

……

In the spirit world, Klein sighed desolately after realizing that this ritual had completely failed. He had to turn his attention back to his own situation and began to think about whether he should leave now.

Azik Eggers, who was summoned as a historical projection, was hit by the continuous divine punishment just now and turned into ashes in the lightning. His consciousness returned to his own body in the Balam Empire with uneasiness and panic that seemed to strike his heart.

At this moment, everything has been settled, and there is no chance to take action. Taking advantage of the considerable impact of the continuous destruction of the mausoleum, Richard and Klein hid in the depths of the spirit world, preparing to appear in another place, and then find a hidden place to land after getting rid of the connection with the occult.

Suddenly, Richard stopped abruptly, and the spiritual world in front of him was suddenly filled with gray mist, making everything around him blurry.

"Historical Mist!" Klein recognized the true form of the mist at a glance and asked warily, "Zaratul?!"

There was no reason for Zaratul to join the battlefield at this time. The "divine evil" around him had hardly any consumption. There was no point in him coming at this time, and fighting would just be a waste of effort.

Klein even had the opportunity to cooperate with Richard, bring in the "War Angel", and wait for an opportunity to keep Zaratul here!

Richard also didn't understand why Zaratul appeared. He looked at the surrounding fog inquiringly. A vortex suddenly emerged from the gray-white fog in Klein's field of vision. It was composed of countless transparent worms, with transparent and slippery tentacles extending in all directions.

A hooded old man with a gray beard appeared surrounded by tentacles.

"I'm not here to fight you."

Zaratul spoke as soon as he appeared. Then he raised his hand and pointed at Klein: "There is a great being looking for you."

"Me?" Klein was stunned. He pointed at himself and asked, "Which great being?"

The bearded old man smiled slightly and said, "Who else in Rune can be considered great now?"

Zaratul answered questions with questions, but the answers appeared in Klein's mind in an instant.

God of Thunder?

His disdain for Zaratul was written on his face. He actually told such a lie! He had no relationship with the God of Thunder—the Goddess of Night was more like that!—and because of the matter of the True Creator, a wanted poster for "Mr. X" was posted in the Church of the God of Thunder. Now that the God of Thunder wanted to find him, Klein didn't believe it at all. He even thought that the white-bearded old man in front of him was lying again.

Zaratul understood His expression and coughed:
"it is true."

Then He looked at Richard, as if wondering if He had the qualifications to ask the angel to leave. After they stared at each other for a while, Zaratul turned his head back and looked at Klein again:
"If you don't believe it, you can go to Sefirah Castle and chant His name. In this way, you will be absolutely safe, right?"

Richard asked curiously: "What is Sefirah Castle?"

Zaratul coughed and mumbled over it.

As soon as these words came out, Klein believed them a little bit—the status of Sefirah Castle was far higher than that of a true god, and the God of Thunder could not kill him on Sefirah Castle. So he couldn't help but frowned: "So what exactly does this great being want to talk to me about?"

The God of Thunder has already gained "wisdom". In addition, he had participated in the God War of Intis before, and his identity was discovered by Zaratul. Zaratul obviously cooperated with the God of Thunder and George III... In other words, the God of Thunder has learned his identity and knows that he owns Sefirah Castle! Klein felt like his scalp was about to explode. He seemed to have imagined the cold gaze of the God of Thunder. He didn't know when a bolt of lightning would fall and split him into charcoal, and Sefirah Castle would fall into the hands of others, causing a bloody storm!
"this--"

Zaratul looked at Richard again, and seeing that he had no intention of avoiding the question, he could only say meaningfully:
"He asked us if we have the power to 'change reality'."

"Miracle?" Klein immediately thought of this.

"No, it is more powerful than a miracle. It can be said to be a change in history, time, and even destiny."

Zaratul said with a smile, modifying the key words and concealing some key information: "The current George III has been usurped by the spiritual imprint in the Beyonder characteristics, and that great being gave us this opportunity to try to 'deceive the world and change history', so that history will become 'George III has never been usurped'. The spiritual imprint is still just a spiritual imprint."

...Change history? Change history conceptually? How can history be changed, and it's not a miracle... This sounds like something that is simply impossible to achieve. Even if you ask me to do it, I have no way to do it? Klein shook his head bluntly:
"I can not do it."

"Can't we do it even with Sefirah Castle?"

Klein became alert: “I can’t do that.”

“Well—OK.” Zaratul retreated back into the mist of history, feeling a little regretful. “I’ll think of another way.”

"Cheating the world... This sounds like something a thief would do, not a fortune teller." Klein stared at the slowly disappearing mist of history. He watched as the bits of historical fragments gradually disappeared, and pondered what Zaratul had said. "How can such a thing be accomplished?"

"He seems to really want to accomplish this. Is there any other benefit besides being able to show his face in front of the God of Thunder?"

He couldn't help but talk to himself in his mind and began to doubt.

TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)