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

Chapter 480 The Only

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"God didn't invite me, so why should I go in?"

On the outskirts of the Giant King's Court, on top of a stone pillar that was twenty meters high and as thick as three people could hug together, the Lord of Withering, who was half-crouching there like a sniper, put down the telescope in his hand.

This was an excellent viewing position. With the vision of an old god, he could see through the frozen dusk outside the Giant King's Court without much effort and directly see the movements of Klein and his team. He thought he had no fighting power and could be easily killed by the Red Angel - the damage was not high but it was definitely embarrassing - so he never got close and chased behind at a fairly safe distance.

He saw it all clearly, from the moment Klein opened the door, to the moment he fought with the two Silver Knight guard puppets, until the moment Klein and the others were taken away by the shadows.

The telescope in his hand suddenly disappeared. He turned his head towards the distance and squinted his eyes:

"According to the time, Kotal has also started to move now. But if I set off for Moon City, He will return the same way... Eh."

The Lord of Withering looked at the plain outside the Giant King's Court with some surprise. A figure that seemed not to appear at this time suddenly broke into His sight, but did not cause any possible changes.

Destiny has arrived here.

……

In the silver-white light that illuminated the surrounding area, illusory, nearly invisible, and difficult-to-describe "lights" of specific colors appeared between the first "blasphemous slab" and the "Dark Angel" Sasriel. They evaporated and broke one after another under the tearing of the terrifying thunder.

Even the experienced Colin was stunned for half a second, and then he showed the powerful defense of the "Guardian", protecting Lovia from the lightning storm and helping her retreat a few steps to reach the attack range of the storm.

No one expected Klein's sudden attack, except Medici.

Although “He” had been standing far away from them and God from the beginning, and seemed to be staying in a corner with no intention of communicating with anyone, just before Klein flashed in front of the shadow, Medici suddenly pulled out his bloodstained sword from his waist and threw it hard towards the teleportation location that Klein had planned!

The next moment, Klein's figure appeared there. He reached out and grabbed the flying sword. He recalled the slashing movements of the "Silver Knight" in his mind. The rusty blade was burning with flames and hit his shadow!
Under the contamination of his fallen spirituality, Shadow seemed to have become a new "Klein" with a different personality. When the unexpected danger suddenly arrived, Klein saw the other party make a very obvious move:
Into the mist of history.

But God does not allow us to enter the mist of history!
The distance was already too close, and the blade filled with blood and fire was about to fall on its forehead. In a flash, Klein saw another move of the opponent - grabbing the historical projection!
Before he could see clearly what the other party had grabbed, Klein suddenly felt that his attack was blocked. The huge recoil almost made the sword in his hand fall out of his hand. He squinted his eyes in disbelief, and then he saw clearly what weapon the other party used to block the attack.

The historical projection of "Groselle's Travels".

"..."

Klein almost laughed at himself.

This is truly his shadow, truly another personality derived from him, and he fully understands the essence of his fighting!
Just as he was about to launch another attack, the Dark Angel's layered wings fluttered lightly.

The spiritual power that contained a bit of deterrence spread out like ripples. Before Klein could understand what God had done, his thoughts suddenly exploded, as if his head was suddenly hit hard by a log used to ring a bell, or as if it suddenly turned into boiling oatmeal.

Klein instinctively reached out to cover his head, as if to stabilize his head, which was gradually turning into a swarm of insects, into its proper shape.

The bloody sword fell from his hand.
The corners of his mouth curled up instinctively, and his endurance was instantly destroyed, and he almost screamed. Transparent worms were faintly visible under the skin of his left cheek, twisting and crawling out, and the granulation tissue on his right cheek was more and more numerous, more and more obvious, and also lighter and lighter, getting closer and closer to the "spiritual worm".

The long sword hit the ground, making a small sound against the floor tiles of the hall, but it sounded like thunder to Klein's ears.

The thunder awakened some of his rationality. Klein remembered that he had to deal with the enemy first, but he couldn't see. His eyes fell down and turned into a few dark spiritual worms. They rolled into his collar while wriggling and merged with the twisting skin there.

The "mind link" suddenly shared the other person's vision, and he temporarily "regained his sight".

Klein took a few breaths and waited quietly for a few seconds. Then he suddenly pounced forward. In Medici's eyes, a shadow was approaching him from there, holding the historical projection "Groselle's Travels" in his hand, trying to take away the "Creeping Hunger".

Klein didn't feel like he had grabbed anything, but he didn't fall face down on the ground. Instead, he felt as if he had fallen into a slightly cool mist. He was entangled with the "mist" tightly, and the "creeping hunger" on his left hand opened its sharp teeth, ready to use extraordinary power to severely damage his shadow!

At this moment, sharp silver-white rays burst out from its body, tearing it into countless illusory and tattered black shadows.

This sudden and precise attack came from Lovia.

The dark "shadow" quickly faded and completely disappeared.

Klein fell to the ground, his head suddenly hurting, and his mind, which was on the verge of losing control, suddenly relaxed a lot.

His skin squirmed, reconstructing his eyes and the normal left half of his face. With his heavy breathing, the out-of-control elements in his body were gradually cleared and peeled off, and Klein returned to his normal appearance.

Those transparent worms quickly settled down and turned back into flesh and skin, but their madness and unstable spirituality were still not resolved. The surface remained translucent, allowing people to see the "spiritual worms" hidden underneath.

Klein shook his head a few times, and the swaying double world in front of him finally returned to normal. He felt that his mind was abnormally unstable now, and the exaggerated words and actions just now were somewhat disconnected from the real personality of "Klein Moretti". He thought it would be best for him to summon a Miss Justice to give him psychological treatment immediately, but no one would give him the time and opportunity.

He stood up slowly. It took about ten seconds in total, and a lot of things happened.

Unexpectedly, Lovia delivered this fatal blow. She stared at Klein in a daze, and a tear suddenly ran down her cheek:

"He killed my Lord..."

…Klein wanted to laugh, but once again he couldn’t.

The desire to complain in his heart suddenly grew, and he suddenly wanted to tell the real Creator - look at what your mumbling has done!
There are few extraordinary people with clear logic and normal expression ability in the Aurora Society. The vast majority of them are crazy and lack strategy. A small number of people have their brains and spirits directly destroyed by your nonsense and become mentally retarded - you see, your believers, your believers' not-so-bright brains cannot understand what God is, what gods are, what the creation of the universe is... Look, they have nothing to do with these grand narratives, their brains probably don't support them to think about such complicated things, they only feel proud of believing in such a powerful God when preaching and praying.

You see, she has been listening until now, has heard so much, and thought about it for so long, but she only understood one thing.

God killed you.

God looked at Klein who had regained his shadow, then looked at Medici and Lovia who assisted him, and finally his gaze fell on Colin Iliad.

He said nothing, just looked at him.

"Short-sighted people."

After a while, God seemed to have received an answer, and his emotionless voice echoed in the hall:
"Humans, I can forgive your disrespect, because you are ignorant, your life is short, you cannot understand greatness, you cannot understand eternity."

Klein's heart tightened, and he immediately became alert.

It's funny to say that it was his decision to come to the God-forsaken Land, but it seems that nothing has ever gone as he hoped. When Amon was chasing him, he thought of summoning God to kill them both, at least that way the people of the East Continent would be saved, but he finally drove Amon away and came before God, and the people of Silver City seemed unwilling to believe in God.

Have I ignored their demands again?
Klein examined himself in his mind and sighed helplessly.

As his thoughts raced, Klein turned his gaze back to the iron-black throne. The layers of black wings that covered most of Sasriel's body rose and fell gently, revealing a hint of gray.

That was the stone tablet, the legendary "First Blasphemous Stone Tablet", located on the iron-black throne, hidden to the right hand side of the "Dark Angel".

Klein's eyes narrowed: The first "blasphemous slate" born in the "Chaos Sea"!
And this may very well be the key item for the "Dark Angel" to partially control the "Chaos Sea"!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Klein suddenly felt that his surroundings had become unusually quiet.

The brass eyes that were hidden on the surface of the shadow curtain seemed to disappear, the shadows stopped approaching, and the curtain swayed gently.

"Blasphemer."

"You have sinned and do not know what you have done." God's words fell from the sky, and His words turned into thunder, rumbling in the sky above the hall!
Klein's scalp also suddenly exploded!

It's not that he has never dealt with the Angel Kings. On the contrary, he has stolen potion formulas from the "Pure White Angel" Osaycus, used the real name of the "Wind Angel" to help himself, fought wits and courage with the "Time Angel" Amon many times, cooperated with the "Red Angel" Medici more than once, and was even directly recruited into his team. He also had to face the pursuit and inexplicable murderous intent of the "Abyss Angel" Edward Vaughn from time to time. He can be said to be the one who has the most interactions with the Angel Kings below Sequence 0.

However, these encounters never include a direct fight with the Angel King!

Most of the time, he either did not fight with the Angel Kings, or relied on the power of "Source Castle" to escape instantly or cut off contact. He never really faced the Angel Kings and the gods. The only exception was when he was caught by the "Time Angel" Amon.

But with the appearance of God, this immeasurable ancient being became slightly angry. Klein couldn't help but dilate his pupils and raise the corners of his mouth sharply. A strong fear and despair surged in his heart.

It's like watching yourself fall into the abyss without any life-saving straw to grab.

With a bang, under the pressure of the strong man of this path, Elder Lovia's body collapsed directly and turned into a large shadow.

A pair of desperate and painful eyes were vaguely revealed behind the shadow.

This is real despair.

They were all veterans of many battles and had rich experience, but now they were staggering under the threat of God like little children who were not even Extraordinary, and they could hardly stand steadily.

What suppressed Klein, Colin, and Medici was not only the pressure of this aura that was more terrifying than that of the gods, but the existence of God itself!
Even if you know that He is just a spiritual imprint, would you dare to swing the knife?
Do you dare to lay hands on the God of Gods?

Do you dare to lay hands on a part of the essence of the universe, the creator of Eden, the most ancient and powerful God?
——Don’t even mention whether you have the courage or not, you can’t even stand up straight in front of Him!

Seeing Klein had to bend down and bend his knees, the God, who used the appearance of the "Dark Angel" Sasriel, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and two balls of dark flames ignited in his golden eyes.

He, who was about the same height as the giant, lowered his left arm, pressed the armrest with his palm, and slowly stood up. The gorgeous accessories on his body fell one by one, and the black wings behind him unfolded layer by layer.

The back of his head seemed to be shining like another sun, and the horn of knowledge sounded in the farthest place. In front of the black robe of the "Dark Angel" Sasriel, which was wrapped in silver silk threads and engraved with mysterious patterns, one silver-white electric snake after another leaped out of thin air, growing rapidly, crackling and entangled, extending forward quickly, evolving into a gorgeous sea of ​​thunder, about to submerge the entire Shadow Palace.

Even the most resolute Colin Iliad was in a trance for a moment. All these powers and intimidation were consistent with the Lord they had believed in for thousands of years. If he had not known the truth, if he had not heard the Lord's voice, he might have already knelt on the ground and surrendered at His feet.

His giant-like figure then faded, and an unusually thick shadow "curtain" appeared in front of him.

The shadow completely blocked Sasriel, and only a pair of eyes could be vaguely seen hidden behind the "curtain".

In a flash, the "curtain" opened to both sides, revealing an ocean with an indescribable color, which seemed to contain all the secrets.

"My enemy."

God's voice came, and Klein's will suddenly became dazed.

He vaguely heard some sound, saw the golden light coming towards him, and something flashed by his ears and eyes. It was -

—It was the flashing neon lights, the hundreds-meter-high buildings, the vehicles coming and going, the smiling Melissa and Benson, and everything that Klein wanted to forget. Now, they were all completely displayed in front of him.

"Mysterious, I'm surprised that you would be so caught up in these weak things and become addicted to them, but I feel the same way."

The gentle voice had a strong brainwashing ability, which made Klein involuntarily feel favorable towards it and think along with the other party's words.

“When you are an ant, the anthill is the warmest and happiest place you can imagine;”

"As a bug, breeze, sunshine and dew are all that can be expected."

“So, you want to protect all of this.”

Yes, Klein thought.

Before he finished speaking, everything in front of Klein suddenly changed. War broke out, tall buildings collapsed in explosions, burning debris turned into a rain of fire, and glass fragments and shrapnel were thrown like a storm at the defenseless people on the street.

"There is always a struggle between you and me. It is caused by the path, just like adjacent paths are natural enemies."

"Our struggle was a disaster, destroying countless worlds."

Countless thin threads hung down from the sky, and the dead people stood up again, jumping and spilling their blood, while thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and divine punishment easily destroyed the tallest sculpture in the city.

God said with emotion: "I have endless time, so I have thought about how to end this endless cycle of reincarnation... Your appearance is undoubtedly a good thing. If you really want humans to make their own choices, I will assign some believers to you. You will be in charge and teach them. You will have autonomy, which may not be a bad thing."

Klein was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"Mr. Hermes has chosen to follow you, hasn't he?"

God nodded slightly: "He made the right choice and bowed to the eternal right."

"Mr. Hermes probably said or spread a sentence." Klein shook his head, "Believe in the power of the gods, not their mercy."

"This world is so hopeless that even people like this have chosen to gamble everything on God's mercy, which makes me feel that I can only trust myself."

"Thank you for the heavens, but I will never side with you."

TBC
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Bang! The knees of Medici and the others hit the ground. Colin and Lovia were fine, but Medici bared his teeth, his bones crackling, and he resisted the forced kneeling even though his bones were broken and his flesh and blood were torn apart.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly appeared beside Him, standing at about the same height as the kneeling Medici.

"Big snake?" Medici's eyes lit up. "Quick, quick, restart! Sasriel's mark hasn't reached the Angel King yet. The blasphemous slab and the gate are here. If we fight hard, we still have a chance to free these people!"

Ouroboros looked at Him silently for a while, then reached out to lift up the front of his clothes and knelt down on the ground with light movements.

"Don't go, Medici."

Angel of Destiny said:

"God will take him away. This is their destiny. After that, Silver City, Moon City, and you will all be saved."

Medici’s pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Ouroboros in disbelief, as if it was the first day he met Him.

"...You knew I wanted to protect him, but you still told me that as long as he was sacrificed, we would all be saved? Do you think I was Adam?"

Medici was extremely angry and almost roared:

“Klein is not a bargaining chip, nor a sacrifice! Big Snake, get out of the way and let me go! Otherwise, I will be - angry with you!!”

"You can't go."

"He is not your bargaining chip! He is not the price you pay to compromise with fate!"

"But what are you going to do, Medici?" Ouroboros said softly, "The Lord is gone, we have nowhere to go, and now we have to plan for ourselves... Are you going to continue wandering like this until one day you die in front of me again?"