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

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20 hours ago, Southern Continent.

"Why is there no heartbeat? Oh, did I forget to put the heart in?"

Hearing this, Edward lowered his head to look at the black and red thing two meters away, which should be mosaiced no matter which work it was placed in, and turned his head back without wanting to talk.

A moment later, when the corpse began to try to weave its intestines into a sailor's knot, Edward could no longer resist:
"I have given you the structural information of all life forms on this planet. Can't you spell it out accordingly?"

"Okay."

The corpse stopped fiddling with its intestines. There was nothing on its neck, and stale blood had coagulated on the not-so-smooth surface. It clearly didn't even have a head, but it kept groping around on the ground around it, searching for something that should be in the empty chest and abdomen:

"But exploring the body structure of carbon-based organisms is also an interesting process... Their bodies are so weak, have too many weaknesses, and cannot be easily replaced, which fits my basic impression of carbon-based organisms."

"No, it seems that carbon-based creatures should not speak like this... Vocal cords, hand me the vocal cords on the ground over there, thank you."

Edward kicked something that also needed to be blurred with the tip of his shoe. The corpse didn't get angry. He took it skillfully, studied it for a few seconds, and cleared out the black blood clots inside.

He connected this vocal cord to the broken end of his neck, and after a while of vague and awkward mumbling, the vocal cords made a strange and pleasant sound that could not tell the specific age or gender:

"It's good that there is no container. The freedom of shaping people is really high. How do you assemble human internal organs?"

"I've also packaged this type of database for you." Edward said calmly, "You didn't look at it at all, did you?"

"I saw it, but you only came to me three times in 200 years. I was either asleep or dreaming, so I forgot about it a long time ago. I'm happier chatting with you guys. Bethel Radio has been operating normally during this period, and it's quite interesting to listen to Him report on the latest news of Abraham's family."

Edward was actually a little curious now, but not much:
"Bethel will also tell you about the current situation of Abraham's family?"

His half body adjusted the state of his organs, softening his stiff joints. Seeing that he couldn't find the right internal organ puzzle, he simply took out everything inside and threw it aside:
"Of course He is unwilling to speak, but the Fallen Mother Goddess always finds a way to make Him speak."

"But, in fact, it's nothing. Originally, there was a demigod from the Abraham family among Roselle Gustav's 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse', and they had prospered for a while during the Archon period. Now Intis is vast and sparsely populated, and some Abrahams who had originally moved to border areas and other countries are preparing to return to Intis to continue development. Of course, these things will be known to Bethel from time to time through prayers... 'Ancestors, may this trip go smoothly' and so on, it's very common, right?"

Although it had no head, limbs, or language, Edward could sense that it was thinking:
"Speaking of this, I know that someone from the Abraham family once roamed the spirit world and wrote a book called 'Spirit World Observations'. 'Yellow Light' Venitan once predicted that the changes in the Abraham family would occur in a little apprentice. By the way, I found out that the apprentice in the prophecy was the little girl who was deceived by your extraordinary power, Fors Wall."

Now it was Edward's turn to be a little surprised.

He still remembered this name, after all, he was one of the few humans below the level of angels who was marked by him. The correspondence continued at a frequency of once or twice a month, but there was really not much in the Tarot Club that interested Edward, which made him want to yawn. Over time, he even lost interest in playing the role of a classmate and old friend who was "very interested in the occult", and he was too lazy to reply.

But as an experienced Outer God, He quickly figured out the key points and said with a frown:

"Is it because Fors is connected to The Fool that he was predicted by Yellow Light? That's right. After all, Sefirah Castle is the highest in the spirit world, and the seven lights in the spirit world can all be considered followers of the Lord of Mysteries. It's not surprising that they are sensitive in this regard."

"Plus, 'The day the curse is lifted is the beginning of the real disaster.' In other words, the prophecy of 'yellow light' is actually hinting that Klein will save the Abraham family?"

"That's probably the case. Although the grass on Fors's grave should be five meters high in my opinion, she is still alive today. This shows that Sefirah Castle can block Bethel's whispers. It should be easy to save the other Abrahams using the same method."

He was much more talkative than his half, and somewhat friendly, and he didn't have the problem of either not opening his mouth or seducing, instigating, or provoking. He searched the corpse on the ground for a while, but couldn't find any usable internal organs, so he had to stand up. This indulgent faction with broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground picked up a head with closed eyes and bleeding mouth and nose from the battlefield, dusted it off, and put it on his neck:
"He also said that the Demon of Knowledge contacted him and wanted to help kill him, reshape him, and then send him to compete for the Lord of Mysteries."

"The Honest Mother God is very happy. Mr. Bethel really doesn't treat us as outsiders. We are all unexpectedly delighted."

The two parts were obviously not one piece, and the cuts and cross sections could not be pieced together, but soon, dense granulation tissue grew above and below the two parts of flesh, forcibly connecting the two parts together, leaving behind a not-so-obvious scar.

Then He scratched His neck twice, making a cut, and stuffed the vocal cords that were hanging outside back into His throat.

He cleared his throat, tested the organ he had just assembled, and continued in that strange and pleasant voice:

"Oh, by the way, I only have this much spiritual power to come down, and I still have to fight with the Mother Tree of Desire outside. The Fallen Mother Goddess has been looking at me in increasingly strange ways lately, so you should throw the moon away as soon as possible, anywhere you want, and don't keep it with you anymore."

“Who to throw it to?”

"It doesn't matter who you throw it to."

The God of Possibility slowly gathered the crack in his stomach together, letting the granulation tissue turn the crack into a huge scar:
"If you give the moon to the Mother Earth, she will quickly try to become a dual-path true god, but she will also be more quickly influenced by the Fallen Mother Goddess. If you give the moon to the God of War, it is basically the same as giving it directly to the Mother Earth. If you give it to the Demon of Knowledge, the Demon of Knowledge will use the moon to exchange for Bethel Abraham. If you give it to the God of Thunder, he will throw it into the basement... In short, you might as well just find a place to throw it, and whoever picks it up will get it."

Edward was silent for a moment. They were both one consciousness after all. They just had different personalities due to their different spirituality and symbols. However, their way of thinking and views on the future were similar:

"So, what do you think about using the two copies of the Sequence 1 properties of 'Eternal Darkness' in my hand to contact the River of Eternal Darkness?"

"Hmm... not that great."

Edward was not surprised: "Is it too early?"

“It’s not a matter of time.” The God of Possibility muttered with his eyes closed. He cut off several pieces of skin and flesh, and finally made his head and neck fit together tightly. He was now repairing his brain and facial features.

"This is the problem of the 'River of Everlasting Darkness'... The 'River of Everlasting Darkness' is as lifeless as its symbol. It is obviously the source essence that has already passed the seal and seeped into the outside world. The 'City of Disaster' is much more lively than it... But this does not mean that we have the opportunity to touch it."

"The 'Eternal Darkness River' has devoured two gods. Although you have released one of them, its spirit and mark still remain in the river of the dead. After the 'Eternal Darkness River' devoured the ancient god of death 'Phoenix Graygari', it already has enough willpower, not to mention that there is a dying Salinger behind it. It just doesn't have a strong desire to move. I don't recommend contacting it now."

After hearing these words, Edward nodded, but then he heard the other party say:

"If you want to try to contact me, I'm going to the God-Forsaken Land and can come back from there."

"Can't you just give me Suea's body? I'm sleepwalking and have to put the container together myself. This is too bad."

"No." Edward sneered, "I ate it."

The corpse's eyes were still closed. He straightened his head, which had drooped down and was almost perpendicular to the chest. He first connected the blood vessels and flesh, and then connected the upper and lower parts of the back of the neck and spine normally. With two clicks, the spine was put back in place, and then he used his hands to open his eyes.

"I can 'see' and 'hear' now...but the efficiency of my organs is a bit low. It would be better if I could just do spiritual mapping directly."

The empty corpse turned to Edward Vaughan, his eyes still closed, and suddenly asked:
"Can a person live without a heart?"

Edward, who was spinning the Rubik's Cube with his head down, glanced up at Him and said casually, "You can survive."

“Then I will continue to live.” He waved his hand, “See you later. I will go to the God-forsaken Land first. Maybe I can catch up with them.”…

“A fool who is not of this age;
“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck..."

Derrick Berg prayed once more. After his successful prayer a few days ago, Mr. Fool had never responded to his prayers even once again. This made Derrick feel inexplicably flustered and uneasy. He knew that such thoughts were extremely disrespectful, rude, and greedy, but, but - before this, Mr. Fool had never failed to respond to prayers for such a long time!
After all, Mr. Fool and the Lord are allies, aren’t they? He came to save the City of Silver, isn’t He?

The arrival of the "Angel of Destiny" is also a recognition of the agreement between the two ancient gods!

Could it be that, because the City of Silver now has sunshine, food, and a relatively good life, Mr. Fool will leave us... or gradually forget us, leaving us to continue waiting for salvation?

Or is it that our current life is actually all about salvation?

Derrick Berg is really panicking now.

He felt that something was wrong. Mr. Fool seemed a little different from before, but he couldn’t tell what was different… If he had to say, it was probably the feeling he had. The warm and kind feeling was gone!
The tallow candles burned slowly. Derrick found it difficult to calm down. He reached out and extinguished the three candles, ending his prayer.

Derrick walked around the room twice, and finally sat by the window. After repenting a few words in his heart, he began to analyze the source of his uneasiness.

“Mr. Fool didn’t respond to us for more than a week, nor did he start the Tarot Club. There was only a scene of gray fog gradually fading away. Judging from this scene, Mr. Fool must have encountered some troubles…”

"Then, Mr. World asked Silver City to help manage and seal some of his extraordinary items, saying that he would come to collect them later."

“He is Mr. Fool’s favored one, so Mr. Fool promised on his behalf that he could fulfill one of our requests.”

Then Mr. Fool suddenly disappeared for more than ten days. I pretended that there were still oracles coming to calm the Chief and the people of Silver City. Then Mr. Fool suddenly responded to me again and told me that the relatives of the enemy would come to Silver City, which would be bad for us... Derrick carefully went through the things that happened during this period in his mind, but he could not detect anything wrong from these things alone.

And to this day, Derrick still didn't know who the huge eyes that suddenly appeared outside the City of Silver belonged to.

The Chief and the others didn't know either, because there were too many mysterious and terrifying things hidden in the darkness of the God-Forsaken Land. No one knew what kind of monster it was, but everyone was sure that if the monster chose to attack, Silver City would definitely not survive.

"Wait, there seems to be a place that can be connected?"

Derrick frowned. When he recalled it for the fifth time, he finally found some tiny clues that were not even clues:
"Mr. World said that he would find an opportunity to collect the items entrusted to us for temporary storage. In other words, Mr. World might use Mr. Fool to sacrifice these things back, or... or come directly to our Silver City and take them away!"

“But more than ten days later, Mr. Fool, who responded to me, said that there would be hostile followers who would be detrimental to the City of Silver…”

A drop of cold sweat quietly slid down Derrick's forehead, his pupils slightly dilated, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Could the people who came be followers of Mr. World's enemy disguised as him?
Or has the real enemy disguised himself as Mr. Fool, and Mr. World has come back to seek refuge, and the enemy wants the City of Silver to deal with him, expel him, or even kill him?

“…Who should I trust?”

Derrick's Adam's apple rolled, and the underage messenger of God suddenly felt cold all over. He felt that this small stone house was incredibly cold. Even though he always radiated a warm light like the sun, it was of no use.

I have to tell the Chief about this! Although the Chief is not as familiar with Mr. Fool as I am, he has more experience than me... Derrick made a decision and stood up almost immediately. He subconsciously prepared to run out at a big stride, but then he was worried that his second guess was true, so he pretended to be calm and walked out at his usual pace.

He had just walked out of the door and hadn't taken two steps when the neighbor next door saw Derrick and greeted him warmly:
"Good afternoon! Are you going to church?"

Now, when you go to church, you basically go to Mr. Fool's church... Derrick smiled and waved at his neighbor: "No, I thought of something about rituals and sacrifices, and I'm going to the library to find some information."

The neighbor nodded, said nothing more, and turned away.

Derrick walked forward again, and just as he walked out of the first intersection, he saw his acquaintances and friends from the exploration team.

The tall warriors came over with laughter and patted Derrick on the shoulder:

"Good afternoon, Derrick, why aren't you going to church today?"

Derrick grinned and accepted his friends' greetings. He felt a little more relaxed. "I plan to go to the library first."

"We are going to church." His friends put their hands on Derrick's shoulders. "Shall we go together? Reverend?"

Derrick, who wanted to go to the Round Tower to find the Chief as soon as possible, refused. He struggled for a while, and suddenly found that his friend's grip on him was unusually strong, and he, a Beyonder of the "Sun" path, could not break free at all.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but still smiled calmly:

"You guys go first, I'll find some information..."

Derrick raised his head to look at his friends who were much taller than him. Suddenly, his breathing stopped and his pupils suddenly dilated.

——At some point, all his friends, both men and women, showed the same smile. The "Dawn Knight" who caught him even reached out and pinched his right eye socket, and a single-lens lens that seemed to be made of crystal appeared out of thin air.

Derrick's consciousness blurred for a second.

The next moment, he yawned, looked at the person in front of him, and then looked at the surrounding environment. He looked a little strange, as if he was wondering why he suddenly appeared here.

The smiles of the Dawn Knight and everyone else returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Derrick, didn't we agree to go to church together?" A tall woman said with a smile, "Let's go!"

Derrick was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he seemed to be going to the church, so he nodded and followed them towards the city center.

TBC
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Klein saw traces of human activity ahead.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his tense nerves had relaxed a little over the past few days. He smiled and turned to the two angels and said:
"The first stronghold opened up in Yuecheng is ahead."