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

Chapter 416 Escape

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Klein’s scalp and entire back felt numb, and he was even numb with fear.

At the same time, there was another thunderstorm rumbling in the sky. The white light of lightning and the sound of increasingly heavy rain enveloped the whole world. The children who were awakened by the thunderstorm dared not cry, but could only stare and tremble.

Tonight is a thunderstorm night.

The thunder covered up all other sounds, and the words that suddenly appeared in his ears just now seemed like hallucinations.

But he heard it clearly! Because he would never forget that man's voice - that devil! The terrifying Edward Vaughn!

Isn't He dead?!
The point is, why does He keep targeting me?! He is from the demonic path, there is no need for him to seize Sefirah Castle!

Could it be some other reason? Because I was resurrected, it aroused His interest and made Him want to kill me completely?
Lightning illuminated the night of Backlund. Klein slowly stood up. His throat rolled. He looked up at the sky, then at his surroundings. The rain and fear made him feel cold from head to toe. His heart almost stopped beating. His villa was cut very smoothly. The cut in the wall had a slight arc, and the height was from his shoulder to his chin.

The most important thing is that this attack did not trigger Klein's spiritual warning at all. It was either because his spiritual warning was too late to react, or it was far beyond his ability. Even if he had issued a warning, he could not have avoided it!

Is this what you mean by "get out"? Get out of the house? Get out of Backlund? If I stay here, everyone around me will be in trouble?
Klein, who was soaked all over, suddenly had a sudden epiphany, and his slight aversion to the God of Thunder was swept away. The next second, he rushed into the mist of history, as skilled and fast as countless predecessors on his path.

He also ran all the way with his secret puppet, Qonas, in his arms, while the "winner" Enuni was left in the villa. Although it was unknown whether the "winner" would still work in this situation, there were other ordinary people in the villa! A little good luck is always better than no luck at all!
On the way to escape, Klein held the meatball-like Qonas in one hand and took out a paper crane from his pocket with the other hand like a magician. This time, the paper crane burned faster than ever before, turning into a small fireball. Almost as soon as it was ignited, it burned from the head to the two paper wings. Klein could "see" the rapid passage of "good luck" very intuitively. He could even imagine that Will might be crying loudly, but Klein didn't dare to think about it, and didn't dare to guess what he would encounter after the paper crane burned out!
But now, he completely gave up thinking, allowing countless random thoughts that popped up in an instant to fill his brain and run forward.

He is going to run to Zaratul!

Will is a genuine angel who can "feel the change of fate". If the current situation makes him feel that his life is in danger, Will might directly refuse his visit. Without Pales, the Red Angel will attract hatred from both sides. Miss Messenger is probably not qualified to intervene in the current situation. Zaratul, who has been hiding and observing secretly, has become the only way he can think of to escape.

Although Zaratul's aggressiveness has slightly weakened during this period, he will still try to catch me relentlessly.

Whenever Zaratul tried to catch him, Klein would always have a strange feeling—invisible tentacles stretched out from the terrifying darkness and fog, either tracking his whereabouts or trying to predict and intercept him in advance, silently and coldly. Once he was entangled by them, the consequences would be disastrous.

But at this moment, Klein felt endless longing and affection for this old senior from Sequence One who was hiding around him, and he couldn't wait to share this fear with Zaratul. Perhaps this was the mystical connection that was passed down from generation to generation among the fortune-tellers.

Klein did the opposite, changed his offensive, closed his eyes, followed the guidance of his spirit, and chased after those tempting tentacles!

He rushed forward following his spiritual guidance, sometimes hiding in the mist of history, sometimes coming to the real world, but whenever he had the idea of ​​going to the spiritual world, he would feel a chill deep in his bones, as if a pair of eyes were following him closely.

“I can’t go to the spirit world…He’s watching me!”

Klein pricked up his ears, carefully distinguishing the thunder and rain sounds around him, trying to find some instructions like "roll east" or "roll out of the city". Unfortunately, there was nothing. The terrifying sense of oppression and fear that came with being a "sailor" in a high position made him terrified several times.

Lingxing had already pictured Backlund on a rainy night in his mind. There was no one on the street, only lightning illuminating the entire world irregularly.

He was walking through Cherwood, where the rain was pouring down the low streets.

Ahead was the Tussock River. Suddenly, Klein, who was running wildly, stopped abruptly—his mind didn't let him do that, and he didn't look directly at the road ahead, but a street lamp in front of him suddenly tilted strangely, and he instinctively stopped!
Until the moment he stopped, Klein's mind hadn't yet come to its senses. Why should he, a Sequence 3 Saint who could withstand the city defense artillery with his physical body, be afraid of a fallen lamppost?
Then he understood.

The street lamp tilted a little, but did not fall down completely. It stood diagonally on the roadside in the shape of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. The Tussock River in front of him suddenly surged up, and the river water surged like the sea in a storm, with huge waves that should not be seen in normal city rivers, causing several small wooden boats in the distance to shake up and down.

Klein paused for a moment, without opening his eyes, then turned and ran in another direction.

Behind him, the lightning became more violent. The water of the Tussock River turned into a strange black and red color. The water rose rapidly, and a large amount of white gas emerged from both banks, making a "hissing" sound. The bricks and the bridge directly above were being corroded rapidly!

Countless thin blood lines rushed towards Klein like a swarm of snakes, and caught up with the fleeing ancient scholar in the blink of an eye.

The thunder paused for half a second before catching up. Lightning shattered the roof of the nearest building, and a large number of rocks rumbled down, blocking Klein and the highly corrosive blood line. It was just a little too early, and almost buried Klein as well.

The rocks made a deafening noise, but no one shouted, and Backlund remained dead silent.

"If you don't want to save him, you don't have to." Edward teased, "Why do you have to go against your instincts, tyrant?"

What answered Him was a reformed and purified light that went straight to the weakness.

Klein barely managed to maintain his balance after a violent earthquake. He ran forward desperately. With every step he took, he could feel the demon chasing him getting closer to him. It was blood that symbolized sin and filth!
He kept running, but at the same time he could only pray that the "God of Thunder" would be more powerful and stop the demon behind him. After all, he was the only one who could possibly save him.

The rocks and part of the blood line offset each other, and a huge hand that seemed to be made entirely of dark red blood stretched out from the Tussock River. It casually grabbed two huge rocks from the bridge and threw them directly in the direction of Klein!

There was a sound of wind behind him. Just as Klein was about to avoid the huge hidden weapon, his nightgown suddenly tightened, strangling him tightly. The loose pajamas and shoes and socks on his legs also turned into a cage and restraints at the same moment. Klein lost his balance and fell forward. Originally, the nightgown was not heavy for a demigod even if it was soaked with rain water, but at this moment, Klein was firmly pressed to the ground, as if two mountains were pressing on his body. He couldn't even move a finger, and there was even a shallow human-shaped dent on the ground!

Klein's mind was spinning rapidly. He fell heavily to the ground and threw something out.

"Amon!" he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.

Klein missed Amon madly in his heart. If he knew Amon's honorable name, he would have repeated it hundreds of times in this situation. He would have annoyed Amon to death and made him look here! Only by doing this, no matter what, would he have a chance to survive!

"Amon! Amon! Time Angel!"

In the dark rainy night, this sound echoed above Backlund, reminding Klein of Zaratul's flock of crows.

His collar suddenly tightened, as if he was determined to strangle him to death.

Klein's face suddenly turned purple - this seemed to be more than just suffocation in the physical sense! After becoming a demigod, he could survive for a long time without air and food, but the moment he was strangled, he felt difficulty breathing, his heartbeat slowed down, and his brain quickly stopped functioning due to lack of blood supply. In less than a second, he was strangled to death!
At the same time, a hazy halo appeared on his right eye, as if it was about to condense into a monocle.

But before the monocle could even take shape, it suddenly turned into a spiritual light spot and shattered.

boom!
Two huge rocks hit the motionless Klein like meteorites, but then, in a corner not illuminated by the lightning, a palm-sized ball of flesh quickly stretched and grew, turning into Klein's appearance, and ran away along the wall.

At the critical moment, he and his secret doll exchanged positions.

He got rid of the clothes that were going to kill him, and at the same time realized that the demon also had the ability of the "prisoner" path! The secret puppet Qiunas had been smashed into a pulp by the two boulders instead of him, and was slowly precipitating extraordinary characteristics.

Just as Klein felt relieved, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left knee, and he almost fell to the ground uncontrollably. An inconspicuous stone broke off from the rocks, shattering his knee from behind like a large-caliber bullet and getting stuck inside.

Severe pain rushed straight to his brain. Klein decisively cut off the pain nerves in his left leg, roughly repaired it, and continued to limp forward, running into the mist of history.

"I was aiming at the back."

He seemed to hear someone mutter.

The scene in the mist of history quickly receded, and the collapsed mausoleum flashed past the corner of Klein's eyes. Suddenly, he felt something and ran towards the piece of historical fragment, running towards one of the mausoleums that attracted him!

At that time, the mausoleum where Zaratul hid when communicating with him!
In the material world, after the mausoleum was destroyed, Zaratul moved to an inconspicuous house in the corner of Backlund. There were some strange stories and legends about this house, and after He moved in, the residents around were frightened and unable to sleep.

At this moment, Zaratul was doing divination in the house, talking to his puppets hanging on the roof, manipulating them to pour tea for himself while divining the auspicious day for the next attack on Klein. It was raining heavily today, but under the protection of the God of Thunder, people who understood mysticism and the followers of the God of Thunder would think it was a good night, and Zaratul was no exception. He was killing time leisurely.

Suddenly, He became spiritually aware and looked out the window.

Klein Moretti suddenly appeared on the deserted street, with his eyes closed and a pale face, rushing towards him with the "Abyss" and "Thunderstorm" approaching from behind!

When He saw the "abyss," the abyss greeted Him.

Edward's cheerful and lively voice came into his ears: "Oh, I almost forgot about you. Do you also want to compete for the Lord of Mysteries?"

The brass eye wrapped with lightning glared at Him directly, and then entangled with the abyss. The sky frequently flashed with traces as if even the sky was corroded and torn, and thunder that covered the whispers of the abyss, the two true gods of the two paths were fighting each other.

Zaratul's hands trembled, and his gray beard began to quiver.

He immediately disappeared from where he was, and rushed into the mist of history with more skillful movements than Klein. Before entering, he superimposed dozens of layers of historical projections on himself and exchanged positions with hundreds of secret dolls.

But at the moment when “He” disappeared, Klein pounced on him, grabbed one of his tentacles, and was dragged into the mist of history.

As soon as Zaratul entered the mist of history, he ran madly towards the Fourth Epoch. He turned around and saw Klein also fleeing madly behind him. He was immediately furious and roared like an angry old man. His thin humanity turned into a violently shaking beard:

"I haven't harmed your family recently! Why are you harming me!"

Klein dared to open his eyes in the mist of history. Although his face was pale, he refused to give in: "You have been attacking me all along!"

"This is a normal competition!" Zaratul was almost fuming. We have already agreed on the terms and conditions. Why did you drag me in when you were being chased by the devil? No one knows the devil's style better than his old colleague!
"Do you have a way to escape?" Klein forcefully changed the subject.

"No!!"

After saying this, Zaratul immediately began to think - Klein might have some old or new grudge against Edward, and he had nothing to do with this demon or even the Outer God. He was just an irrelevant passerby who was dragged into this, and there was no need for him to suffer the same misfortune as Klein!

With this in mind, Zaratul quickly performed a simple divination in his sleeve and received a revelation that "leaving now would be dangerous", but the danger was still within an acceptable range.

As long as it is within the acceptable range, there is an opportunity!
Zaratul immediately left the mist of history, parted ways with Klein, and headed for other cities in Loen.

When Klein saw Zaratul suddenly disappear, he couldn't help but gasp. He was about to run away even harder - suddenly, he also stopped, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He blinked and whispered in disbelief: "Followed?"

……

Zaratul emerged from the mist of history and appeared in a forest at the foot of Mount Honachis. He was not surprised to be here, because he was running aimlessly, so it was not surprising that he was attracted here by the extraordinary gathering.

He stacked ten layers of historical projections on the spot, prepared all the secret puppets across the country that could be interchanged, and stood on high alert for a full fifteen minutes. He didn't hear any thunder, nor did he see anything that shouldn't have appeared. Zaratul's mood slowly relaxed.

Suddenly, a thunder exploded right above His head.

Zaratul became nervous again, like a frightened rabbit.

But still nothing happened. When the thunder disappeared and He was about to leave, He suddenly heard a slight "crack".

Guns loaded.

boom!
Zaratul's head exploded suddenly, and Edward put the muzzle of the gun against the back of his head and shot, and broken bones and blood splattered all over the ground.

"how come……"

Extreme fear and confusion were frozen in Zaratul's one remaining eye.

These body parts belonging to the "Mysterious Servant" twisted when they fell to the ground, and turned into dying insects. They twisted their bodies frantically on the ground, resisting the double-path True God-level filthy words contained in the bullets: "Death"!
But the gap in power was too great, and within a few seconds, they all died one after another.

Another half minute later, an extraordinary characteristic began to condense on the ground.

Edward's body became blurry, as if it would twist and disappear in the next moment. "With one less Sequence One, things will be much simpler."

After saying that, "Edward Vaughn", who was just a malicious clone, bent down, picked up the extraordinary characteristic, wrapped it and turned it into a wriggling black shadow, which merged into the air as if evaporating.

Then, His mood visibly improved.

While Edward was fighting and verbally abusing the God of Thunder, he continued to chase Klein who had not yet gotten far.

TBC
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Zaratul: Is this the acceptable loss?

(End of this chapter)