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

Chapter 412: A Future Without Hope
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The demon of knowledge concealed the adjective in the first honorific name, “the great gate of all gates,” and Bethel Abraham was not powerful enough to call himself “great” in His presence. Reciting this adjective in His person might cause the direction to be distorted to somewhere else.

As He chanted, the surrounding gemstones of good quality made crackling sounds, broke into powder, and floated up.

They flickered red, blue, green, or bright lights, quickly merged into a torrent and cast towards the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, the burning paper in the cauldron also joined the ranks.

The flames suddenly expanded and intertwined, becoming increasingly darker, like an "illusory door" leading to another world.

The temperature around it dropped sharply, and it seemed that countless dangers were seeping out from the flame. The flame expanded for only a moment before shrinking back into the cauldron, fearing the power of the gods and not daring to approach the contactor.

The Demon of Knowledge scanned the countless doors that opened in an instant in front and around him with a curious look. His gaze penetrated the secrets and saw endless doors unfolding in the night sky. Starlight and countless dimensions flickered behind the doors, forming a bizarre and dreamy scene.

At the same time, He noticed something.

"Bethel Abraham's place is not deep in the stars."

Information is transmitted through ritual interactions, and a simple three-dimensional diagram is constructed in the mind of the Demon of Knowledge, with each door being a coordinate.

Mr. Door's travels cover hundreds of light years around the Earth, and he has dealt with countless outer gods.

"These 'doors' are not very far apart. They are distributed around the barrier, nearby, inside and outside... The prison where Bethel Abraham is located is not in the starry sky, but may be at the junction of the starry sky and the barrier..."

The Demon of Knowledge felt somewhat relieved.

The position of Bethel Abraham is very interesting. He was not completely thrown outside the barrier, but a secret prison was built at the junction. This position is very dangerous, but at least it proves that the Goddess of Night and the Lord of Storms are not idiots.

Before this, He had always wondered why the gods of the Northern Continent seemed so confident in cultivating Weirdness when the Gate was lost in outer space. They were so confident that Mr. Gate would stay alone in the starry sky? Why did Mr. Gate insist on doing this for the sake of the Earth and mankind? There were thousands of benefits to joining the gods, and becoming a god was not a problem. Even the Demon of Knowledge himself could cite at least twenty plans to seduce Him, not to mention the Fallen Mother Goddess who mainly polluted Him, as well as charm and brainwashing.

If anything goes wrong with Bethel Abraham, the Fallen Mother Goddess will be the first one to pass through the door and enter the barrier.

That is a real pillar, the mother of all things!
The most dangerous path is placed on the outside. Ever since the "door" was sealed, the Earth has been walking on a tightrope, no, walking on a spider's thread...

The lack of a "door" is secondary, because the strength of a pillar lies not in the number of paths but in the symbolism.

Perhaps it sounds a bit shabby to say this, but as long as you have the "Source Castle", even if you are a single-path True God, you are also a pillar-level Old One.

The Demon of Knowledge shook his head.

He looked up at the sky, met the eyes of some of his compatriots behind countless doors, and waited patiently for the subsequent changes in the ceremony.

In just the time it took to blink his eyes, he felt that the void in the room had become a lot "thinner", and many places were shadowy. There seemed to be a large number of indescribable strange creatures hiding behind them, like the followers of other gods.

The dark and expanding flames slowly began to rotate, transforming into a huge, deep, crimson vortex.

As the vortex spun, a faint but soul-piercing voice finally rang out from the bottom:
"...Hidden Sage?"

“It seems that you have won the final victory… The only ones who watched the second ‘blasphemous slate’ together… and were able to surpass Sequence One… and survive to this day… are Chick and I…”

The Demon of Knowledge was very interested in Bethel's words: "The God of Steam and Machinery looked at the corpse of the Omniscient and Almighty and formed the second blasphemous slate? Although I don't like the Omniscient and Almighty, I am very interested in His omniscience. I really want to get it."

Mr. Door was silent for a moment.

"Knowledge and the White Tower...you don't seem to be on adjacent paths." There was some confusion in his voice.

"Yes, but this is the desire for similar symbols. Greed and completion are our instincts." The Demon of Knowledge answered generously.

There was another moment of silence.

Then, Mr. "Gate" seemed to have figured it out, or perhaps gave up thinking, and laughed strangely, saying, "Sage, your madness... exceeds the uniqueness of the two animated beings I am familiar with."

The Demon of Knowledge smiled indifferently, with a look of ease and joy on his face that blended the facial features of people from the Western Continent and the Northern Continent, expressing his tolerance for this little teasing.

He loves to communicate and is interested in unknown things, but the information sent back and forth tells Him that He is talking to the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Let the Mother Goddess be the Fallen Mother Goddess... It seems that although the "door" did not fall directly on the moon, it is almost the same.

"Bethel Abraham, I know some of your deeds, and I have other questions for you."

"Your speech is very interesting. Go ahead... Being lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm are really too boring... It's rare to have someone to chat with me..." Still in the slowly rotating deep vortex, the terrible voice responded without much change.

The Demon of Knowledge thought for a few seconds and asked:
"Do you want to come back?"

Mr. "Door", who was not sure where he was and whose voice came from across the endless void, suddenly fell silent.

But the flood of information did not stop. When the Demon of Knowledge heard the messages from the starry sky, it seemed as if it had "seen" Bethel Abraham's face suddenly become distorted and struggling. It was obvious that He himself and the person who controlled His body would say the same answer, but He sealed His throat and closed the "door" of the sound. He did not want to let himself say that word and become a weakness for the foreign gods to deal with Him.

"So it's because of this matter..."

Mr. Gate lightly skipped over this topic and talked about the summoning ceremony as if nothing had happened:

"It's not difficult. I will arrange a ritual like this... and sacrifice one demigod each from the Paths of 'Fortune Teller', 'Apprentice', and 'Thief'... Then I can descend to the earth... Once I escape the storm and penetrate the darkness... the curse will no longer exist..."

It was still the Fallen Mother Goddess who answered.

As this being spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming some rather complex words and symbols in mid-air.

The Demon of Knowledge looked at these texts and felt that they were like doors stacked together in order from large to small, connecting to a very distant space. It was like "opening a door" and "summoning" with no end.

All three sacrifices belong to the path of the Lord of Mysteries. Mr. "Door" wants to temporarily combine the three paths and use a special method to open the way back.

The ritual was correct, and the Demon of Knowledge did not intend to perform it anytime soon. He asked another question:
"Do you want to become the Lord of Mysteries?"

This time, Mr. Door answered without any hesitation:

"Do not want to."

"By becoming the Lord of Mysteries, you will be able to break free from the control of the Fallen Mother Goddess." The Demon of Knowledge turned a blind eye to this answer. "And I also have a way to minimize the disaster that will be caused by your return to the earth. I will kill you and then create a new you."

"You will die after returning to the earth. I will collect your memories and all your information and create a brand new you."

"I will help you die, and then help you be reborn. Through complete death, you can wash away all the pollution on your body and in your Beyonder characteristics, and then be reborn as a normal god, competing for the position of the Lord of Mysteries. What do you think of this plan?"

The full moon outside the window suddenly shone brightly.

The moonlight poured in from the window like blood, falling on the deep black vortex in front of the Demon of Knowledge and dyeing Him crimson.

The feminine power was at its peak, and when the entire room was filled, the Demon of Knowledge heard another voice in Mr. "Door"'s words.

Mr. Door's voice seemed to be amplified suddenly. The full moon showed round halos. He laughed with a terrifying muttering that other Beyonders could not bear, and said, "Returning means death. I have been sealed for a thousand years. How can I accept such an ending?... You are a dual-path True God connected to the source essence. No one in the barrier can force you to complete the contract... If you go back on your word, or it is just a scam... All my Beyonder characteristics will be taken away by you. Instead of this, it is better to keep them with me."

At the same time, an overlapping, weak, depressed and tired voice whispered in the ear of the Demon of Knowledge:
"Kill me..."

Mr. Men was calm and composed. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said:

"The pollution on my body is still within my control, but the prison is beyond my reach... Moreover, you yourself said that you want me to die completely, so who will be reborn and resurrected? Hidden Sage, I cannot accept this condition."

"Let me die..."

"We can't... bring the disaster... back..." Then, the voice seemed to be strangled by the throat and disappeared in the moonlight.

Mr. "Door" continued to narrate in a flat tone. The Demon of Knowledge communicated with him for a while and then ended the ceremony.

After the ceremony, the red light gradually faded, the blood moon ended, and it returned to its usual misty state. The Demon of Knowledge stood in the room, waved his hand, and converted all the ritual materials and mystical connections into information and collected them for use next time.

“Although he rejected it outright, if someone performs a summoning ceremony inside the barrier, he will definitely respond…”

He shook his head and said nothing more.

The Demon of Knowledge descended the stairs and sealed the room where he had talked with Bethel Abraham. He passed by the upper floors and halls of the temple and saw that the lights were still on in every room. The secret peepers and craftsmen stayed up late to study hard in order to prepare for this month's performance appraisal and monthly exam.

……

"Today's blood moon is a little abnormal..."

Klein sat in the position of the "Fool", recalling the recent astronomical phenomena of mysticism, and did not see the "Blood Moon is Coming". In the position of the "Magician" below, Fors was looking at her nose and her heart, waiting for the blood moon to end.

Klein glanced at Fors and thought of something else:
"During the blood moon, Abraham and those who use the extraordinary characteristics of the Abraham family will hear Mr. Door's words. Is someone using this sudden blood moon to contact Mr. Door, or is he using this symbol of mysticism to do something?"

He remembered that he still had the ritual for contacting Mr. Door provided by the witch Triss.

Klein originally wanted to try to contact the ancestor of the Abraham family, but he was interrupted by his spiritual intuition before he was ready. After realizing that the hidden danger of this contact ritual was far greater than what Triss had told him, Klein put it aside.

More than ten minutes later, the blood moon ended, and he let Fors go and left Sephira Castle.

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The morning after the blood moon was cloudy.

The sun was obscured by thin dark clouds. After the golden sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, only the temperatureless white was left.

"so……"

In the small room at the top of the Cathedral of Light, Edward's voice echoed.

"During this time, the Lord of Storms took advantage of the fact that the True Creator and I were away and immediately took King George III to attack the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. They attacked Lenburg and snatched the Eye of All-Seeing. Then they quickly launched a war of gods, destroyed Intis, killed more than 70% of the population with a tsunami, and killed the God of Steam and Machinery. After losing the Creator, Intis was beaten so badly that it had almost no chance to fight back."

Medici responded with his eyes closed, his legs crossed on the round table, the chair supported only by its two hind legs, maintaining a fragile balance. The atmosphere was delicate, with a main seat between the two of them.

Edward showed an intriguing smile, leaned forward, put his arms on the table, and moved towards Medici:
"Nothing else?"

This is a really good story. The cloudy and rainy days in the northern continent have obviously increased, and He also likes this kind of weather. The weather and the world look terrible, but in this environment, He feels that the ever-changing world is much more interesting than the unchanging stagnant water.

The war between gods is the most magnificent thing in the world, and it is also the meaning of the existence of gods. It is a pity that life on earth is always content with the status quo, does not know how to appreciate it, and lacks the qualifications to appreciate it.

Medici frowned and moved away:
"Gone."

"I would like to ask you something - why didn't the Lord come back with you?"

"He is sleeping in the Chaos Sea, waiting for his return." Edward muttered. He and Medici were the only ones in the small room. "Ah, what I mean is, He won't come back. I'm sure you won't be happy to see Him come back. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Medici closed his eyes tightly, but his eyebrows were furrowed.

After a while, He opened his eyes, put his legs down from the table, sat up a little straighter, and asked concisely:
"Original spirit?"

"You should call him God." Edward held his chin with one hand and looked at the war angel, "or the omniscient and omnipotent, or the Creator."

Medici sneered, without a trace of respect in his voice:

"It's just something that was killed by Redemption Rose!"

"At that time, Herabergen, Osekus and the Octopus Head were all afraid of him, and the gods were also afraid that he would return and rule everything. But in the final analysis, it is just a spirit that is dead but not stiff. If we can kill him the first time, we can kill him the second time!"

Edward looked Medici up and down: "You look a lot like the Scourge."

Then, He sat up straight, leaned back in his chair, and said in a relaxed manner:
"But you don't need to gather the Rose Redemption again. The Demon of Knowledge hates God, but He may not attack God directly. First of all, this is the choice of my ally. He went to where He came from and then integrated into it. Secondly, no person or god can stop the return of the pillars. Even the pillars themselves cannot completely erase or imprison one of them. Our world repeats itself like this."

"The world of the future will be like this, beautiful, full of sunshine, full of divinity, and no worries about food and clothing."

He recalled what he had seen and heard as he walked from the seaside to Trier Cathedral of Light. The Extraordinary had officially become known to the masses. People yearned for these God-given powers and went to the church to offer their faith in exchange for magic potions. The Extraordinary in the church cultivated enough means of production for people to live, and developed circuits, drainage systems, and the simplest household appliances to make human life more convenient. The instinct of the Creator gradually emerged, and the Extraordinary became a part of social production, while ordinary people gradually became the kind of creatures that were raised and protected.

Edward crossed himself on the table:
"The glory of the Creator covers everything. Half of the human race becomes the Creator's livestock, and half of the human race becomes the playthings of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. But all humans can obtain happiness and eternity. This is the future of the Earth."

boom!
Medici slammed his fist on the table with a loud bang.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The war angel let out a low and angry roar, "The Lord has never regarded humans as his livestock!"

"He came from the prayers of mankind, listened to suffering and sorrow and became holy. He opened schools more than once to spread the power of technology that can fight extraordinary abilities. How could He abandon His believers and domesticate them into creatures without the ability to think?"

Edward looked at Him and suddenly said to the air:
"Sacrifice a copy of Backlund's newspaper."

Then He turned His head towards Medici, looked into his iron-black eyes, and made the sign of the inverted cross on His chest, somewhat solemnly but still casually:
“Your Lord loves the world, but God does not love the world.”

God and man are like man and the Lamb.

If God does not need humans as an anchor, but is still interested in humans, what is the significance of mortals to God?
The office suddenly became silent. Even the sound of the wind and the light rain outside the porthole were blocked out. Time seemed to have stopped in the long silence. Anger burned in Medici's eyes, and his dissatisfaction with the blasphemy against God grew rapidly.

About five seconds later, Edward stretched out his hand, cut open a dark gap, and grabbed a brand new newspaper from the middle. He glanced at the title and smiled as he pushed it to Medici.

“No one can resist his instincts, not you or me, not even God.”

"The God of Thunder tried his best to fight against the original will in his body. Allowing George III to become emperor was an attempt to fight against the 'tyrant', but he failed - he could not fight against the real tyrant, nor could he fight against himself, even though he knew that this would accelerate his suicide."

Medici glanced at the title page. The bold capital letters on it conveyed a message that made him widen his eyes slightly:

"The descendants of the Loen royal family gave up the throne..."

"Loen will soon integrate politics and religion, and Pope Gad II, the favored one of the God of Thunder, will temporarily take over the throne of emperor..."

The War Angel stared at the contents of the newspaper, sneered a few times, and did not say a word for a long time.

Edward blinked, crossed his arms, and smiled:
"I knew this day would come."

"Look, no one can resist themselves... This is what the world will be like in the future. The omniscient and omnipotent being will love and ignore every believer equally. Unbelievers and pseudo-believers will be eliminated. The earth will become a sheepfold and playground. Your world will no longer have any future."

"This is your end—"

He suddenly let out a vicious laugh and said jokingly and disappointedly: "Who dares not accept such an ending?"

TBC
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"And I'm getting out of here."

"I have no interest in watching the corpse-like world die again."

(End of this chapter)