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

Chapter 417 Drinking poison to quench thirst
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Antigonus, who was lying on his back with his belly sunbathing, suddenly opened his eyes.

But He did not get up immediately. Instead, He yawned lazily, turned over, and lay on the ground in a relaxed manner. Antigonus sniffed the ground, then stood up with his eight legs clearly divided, walked to the edge of the cliff where he was lying, and looked down the cliff.

He tilted his head and stared down for a long time, until his sleepiness and drowsiness completely disappeared, but he still stood there, not leaving.

After a while, His ears moved and He heard familiar footsteps.

"What are you looking at, Antigonus?"

Antigonus turned his head and saw his sister walking slowly towards him from a distance.

The Mother of Heaven did not appear as a demon wolf today. The beautiful woman was half covered with a black veil that symbolized secrecy, and stars accompanied her on both sides. Four wolf claws overlapped in front of her, and were partially covered by sleeves and black veil. During this period, my sister gradually got used to acting in human form, but she still maintained the demon wolf's nature of loving to run and intimidate others, combining the beauty and characteristics of both races.

"I'm looking at the scenery, sister, why are you here?"

The demon wolf turned around. After basking in the sun for a while, having a good sleep, and seeing his relatives again, his mood was very bright.

"You didn't go out for a run today, so I came to see what you were doing." Mother of Heaven slowly approached, holding a bouquet of flowers that were probably donated by believers. "I saw you looking at the edge of the cliff. What are you looking at?"

His voice was gentle and calm. Antigonus liked it very much. His ears curled up slightly as his mood changed.

Antigonus was also familiar with his sister's appearance. He knew that in the small country they protected, his sister used this image to recruit believers for herself. The female statues and portraits of "the ruler of the night, the mother of the sky" who symbolize tranquility and sleep are always accompanied by countless souls. Some have peaceful faces, embracing death as if falling into a deep sleep, and some have ferocious expressions, symbolizing evil people and pagans.

And his sister was like a real goddess - and at the same time, Antigonus felt a little dazed and uneasy.

He couldn't tell the source of his uneasiness, but he instinctively felt that his sister's appearance reminded him of another person, someone who scared him.

Antigonus stood on the edge of the cliff and motioned to the Mother of Heaven to look at the foot of the mountain:

"I feel like there's something nearby, attracting me, sister, do you see anything?"

After saying this, his nose twitched and he said with some joy:

"Sister, are you healed?"

"...Well, it's ready."

Mother of Heaven looked away without discussing the topic in further detail.

He walked up quickly, stood beside the huge demon wolf, and looked down at the Honachis Mountains with Him.

“Is there anything down there that’s worth your attention?” He looked around and shook his head. “I didn’t see anything. Perhaps a passing fortuneteller caught your attention. If anything came here, the people of the Kingdom of Night would definitely pray to me.”

"There's none?"

Antigonus was still a little unconvinced, and He jumped off the cliff. His huge body was surprisingly agile, as if it had no weight. He landed swiftly on the small area that He felt was wrong, and sniffed back and forth, looking for the abnormal location.

The small piece of land that He had locked onto was covered with large patches of wild flowers of various colors, and Antigonus vaguely felt that what attracted Him was here, not directly above, nor underground, but right where the flowers were.

But after a while, He stopped searching doubtfully, raised his head, and whispered:
"Gone..."

At this time, Mother of Heaven also appeared beside Him, like a drifting night: "Did you find anything?"

Antigonus looked at his sister and shook his head, as if he understood something:
"There is really nothing... I must have felt it wrong."

He squatted on the ground meekly and tilted his head so that his sister could reach out and touch the top of his head. He took the initiative to change the subject and suggested: "Sister, I remember the Kingdom of Night. Let's go there and take a look."

Mother Tian was very happy that her brother did not dwell on this topic, and readily agreed, nodding dignifiedly: "Okay."

Antigonus immediately stood up, let his sister sit on his back, and ran at the plain at the foot of the mountain at a rapid pace.

……

Klein suddenly stopped and immediately returned to the real world.

"He is chasing Zaratul!"

"This is the only time I can move around a little..."

There was lightning and thunder in the outside world, and a certain terrifying aura lingered around.

But now the thunder can only make Klein feel at ease, and it is estimated that it will be like this for a long time. Before his legs were firmly on the ground, a serious wound suddenly appeared on his left hand. The wound in the palm of his hand was so deep that the bone was visible, and a finger was directly broken.

He removed the wound to his leg and immediately began repairing the damage to his hand.

Klein did not dare to waste a second and began to recite Richard Ernst's name. The speed of finger repair was still a little slower than the response of the angel of temperance. After all, Mr. Klein Moretti was the partner of the 15,000-pound order. Not only could he get the best replacement, but the service attitude was also quite good. Therefore, Richard responded to the prayer immediately and received a severed finger.

At the same time, a spiritual insect was also thrown in.

Blood, flesh, bones, and related extraordinary materials.

Then, a word came from the prayer side, which made Richard raise his eyebrows.

It looks like the situation is critical... Richard held the knuckle and saw the not-so-smooth surface, and he had some guesses about Klein's current situation.

Then He stood up and said in a loud voice:

"Barranca, come and give me a hand!"

Barranca responded and asked briefly, "What are you going to do?"

"Do the best." Richard smiled, "Since we want a lifelike substitute, we have to use the most realistic one." He raised the knuckle on his hand that was already wrapped in spirituality: "Since we have flesh and blood, then use flesh and blood to create an identical substitute."

"Exactly the same?" Balanca looked at Richard with an inquiring look, then looked at the finger, thought for a few seconds, and nodded.

……

After sending the materials out, Klein was finally able to relax a little.

"I hope Zaratul is okay."

He took the time to pray silently for the old senior in his heart.

There was apology, but not much.

Klein adjusted his mood and was about to hide in the mist of history again, but he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the surrounding environment seemed a little unfamiliar.

After a chaotic and aimless escape, he seemed to have arrived at the border of Loen. The temperature around him seemed to be much lower than that in Backlund. Klein guessed that he must have fled to a higher latitude, near the Amanda Mountains.

"He ran so far?" Klein's heart moved, and an inexplicable thought quickly grew in his mind. "Continue to the east and you will reach the Amanda Mountains, and then the Feysac Empire. If we leave the border of Loen, will Amon take the risk to come here? Or is it because the God of Thunder may be stronger than other gods now, even if He is active in Feysac, the God of War will just turn a blind eye?"

After several wars between gods and national disasters this year, Klein found that he could talk about gods without any respect or psychological pressure.

After all, God is also an extraordinary being, a powerful extraordinary being, but that doesn’t prove that they are above the ordinary and have become saints.

He shook his sleeves, and a ball of ashes with a hint of red light came out. The paper cranes were completely burned. Klein did not delay and once again entered the mist of history, using this skill to buy himself a little more time.

He exhaled and forced himself to calm down. Only during this brief period of time did Klein finally have some time to think, analyze the current situation, and think about how to run next.

"There is a true god in the demonic path, and Edward Vaughn is not dead. He can fight against the true god of the dual paths, the God of Thunder, and even has the opportunity to attack me many times. Could it be that he is the one who became a god? Not Fabuti? It's hard to imagine..."

"Then He can fight the God of Thunder with equal force, and He is also a dual-path True God? What is His other path? A prisoner?"

I don't seem to have the impression that there were any abnormal situations when becoming a god?
All the gods were quite powerful, when the "God of Death" returned, the dead in the southern continent revived, the church in the northern continent was attacked, and when the "Storm" devoured the "Truth", the white tower of mysticism collapsed. The believers of both paths heard the majestic voice and saw the new white tower built;

When the Hidden Sage merged the God of Steam and Machinery, he used a large-scale mysterious magic to save Trier, expand the spiritual world, and grow a complete mystical tree of life. In his impression, Klein only remembered that when the "demon" path became a god, there was a great deal of chaos, and people's malice and desires were out of control, but the "bound one"... it seemed that nothing happened.

Klein didn't know that the newly promoted "Bound One" had only been on the throne for a few days before losing his uniqueness, nor did he know how complicated Edward's mood was when he was about to start feeling sad at his friend's funeral when he suddenly remembered that his friend still owed him uniqueness. He trotted through the fragments of history, thinking of the way the nightgown and clothes suddenly attacked him. Klein nodded slightly, and based on his rich experience of being attacked, he confirmed that this was the Rose School's attack method - then his breathing stagnated, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

"If He is the true God of both prisoners and criminals, then wouldn't my contact with Richard Ernst be tantamount to seeking death?"

I gave Him my own bones and flesh! The Prisoner Path is the best at cursing!

"Or are they the Temperance Faction still struggling? Or do the new gods not care about them? Come to think of it, it seems that Edward Vaughn really does not have any believers or affiliated organizations... When I was searching for information about the Aurora Society before, the Dark Saint told me that he would occasionally assist the Aurora Society and the True Creator in doing some things, but they were not affiliated, more like occasional collaboration... Well, they are all remnants of the villains of the Old Days."

Klein's brows furrowed slightly, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.

Indeed, with the curse power of the "prisoner" path, if Richard Ernst really got Edward Vaughn's order to attack him, he would have been cursed to death the moment the little finger was thrown over, without any suspense.

"What's the connection between Edward Vaughn and that gray-haired devil?"

“They have one thing in common, which is that they attack me every time they appear.” Klein thought back to the past when the True Creator and the demon came to visit him. The other party wanted to attack him, but was stopped by the True Creator.

"Based on the situation when Ince Zangwill was killed, it should be that strange demon who became a god, but now it's Edward Vaughn who appears... Are they different people, or two faces of the same person? If the relationship between me and The World is like that, who is the real one?"

Klein couldn't figure out the result, so he immediately abandoned this doubt.

There is no use thinking about these things. The most important thing now is to survive!
"He or they all want to attack me all the time. Their essence is to kill the person who owns Sefirah Castle. I am just a secondary one."

"I am now at Sequence 3. Does He feel that He should take action again? Strange. Why didn't He take action during the period between my Sequence 4 and my promotion when the True Creator was not around? Why did He allow me to become Sequence 3? So many major events happened before that. It would be too strange if the True God of the Demon and Prisoner Paths did not promote or manipulate these chaos at all."

Klein's eyes widened slightly: "Is there no chance?"

A vague guess came into his mind, but now was not the time to be immersed in emotions. His spirituality was rapidly depleting, and the time he could stay in the mist of history was getting shorter and shorter. Klein abruptly interrupted these thoughts and thought of the most important thing at the moment:

"I have the Sefirah Castle, and He will always attack me."

"The Thunder God can't protect me 24 hours a day. He can make mistakes countless times, but a Sequence 3 like me is so fragile that I will die if I just look at them. If he succeeds once, and then just waits by my body until I revive and then kills him again, I'll be completely finished."

Klein stopped, remained in the mist of history, and slowly sat down.

After he stopped, the fog around him suddenly became thicker, and a group of jumping flames gradually gathered around him. Klein waved at the flames, and the Folgen dogs ran out happily, wagging their tails around Klein.

As if they had sensed the low mood of this "great being", several Fulgrim dogs boldly came up to Klein and rubbed their heads against his shoulders.

Klein dodged the flames that extended from the eyes of the Fulgrim dogs, then stroked their heads and backs with skillful movements and sighed softly.

"And Arrodes, you all gathered around me because of Sefirah Castle, but I am not the 'Great Lord'."

"I have a choice in front of me now. If I make this choice, I don't know what will happen in the future. But if I don't make this choice, I might experience the feeling of being stuck at the resurrection point and being killed twice in a row."

Klein muttered to himself, and touched each of Fulgrim's dogs one by one. Then he ran away as fast as he could.

In the dark world, the dogs of Fulgrim followed him leaping, passing through piece after piece of historical fragments, and finally breaking out of the fog!
He landed on a snow-covered mountain. There seemed to be many strange tents and buildings at the foot of the snowy mountain. They were covered with a thick layer of snow, and no one was walking around. They must have been abandoned. After landing, Klein ran directly down the slope of the snowy mountain. His feet stepped on the snow as thick as his calves, leaving long traces along the way.

"Amon!"

In the deserted mountains along the border, he shouted again!
"Amon!"

TBC
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Come on, follow me! (referring to imagination)
(End of this chapter)