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

Chapter 481: Tiny

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Medici looked at Ouroboros's expression and suddenly realized that he had encountered a big problem in his life.

That is, you have made all the mental preparations to embark on a painful and difficult road, in which you may die at any time, and you are willing to do so, believing that this is the way to realize your life ideals and fulfill the instructions of your Lord, and you will not stop no matter what you encounter.

But your friend doesn't think so.

Although your friend hasn't seen you for a long time, He still pays attention to you and cares about you. Seeing that you are willing to walk on the path of pain and even ready to die, it is natural that he does not agree. In order to stop you, He solves what you wanted to do.

"But who taught you to solve the problem this way, Ouroboros?" Medici took a breath, "If you don't want me to take risks, can't you just tell me directly? I see you have a big mouth, how come you solved Klein directly?"

Ouroboros also looked at Medici, making it clear that he would not let him move another step.

"Because that is the root of your adventure. If you help Him, you will make an enemy for yourself. One day you will be harmed by Him."

Medici frowned. "Is this your prophecy? Did you decide to kill Klein because of this prophecy?"

Ouroboros looked at Him deeply and said nothing more.

Ah... wandering.

Yes.

Isn't His current state a wandering? In order to give himself something to do, to fulfill the Lord's will, and for himself, Medici chose to help Klein so that he wouldn't have to think about unhappy things over and over again because he had nothing to do.

Medici was forced to remember his current situation—well, he was indeed a vagrant, an angel without a church organization, and had wild extraordinary characteristics.

If the Emperor of the Einhorn family came to kill him in order to become a god, he would have to work hard and might even die. Because the real Creator was gone and there was no God standing behind him, he, Ouroboros, the Angel of the Holy Word, and even other extraordinary people in the Creator Church were now in an extremely dangerous state. God might avenge them, but revenge was meaningless for those who were already dead.

"…So you made the same choice as Hermes."

Medici bared his teeth, and he heard the sneers of his two cohabitants.

The Red Angel himself is indeed free and easy. He does not take death or the destruction of his family seriously, or he knows that it is useless even if he takes these two things seriously. Reality does not depend on his thoughts. What is important is to survive and find a way to the future.

The Red Angel still had to live in the present moment. The flame should not think about how long it can burn, but just make sure it burns loud enough. So when necessary, Medici thought it was okay to regard himself as part of the fuel.

"If you help Klein in order to get the help of the Lord of Mysteries, then why don't you choose God?"

Ouroboros' voice was low, and his long silver-white hair fell to his waist.

"Of course I know that He is not our Lord, and He will never be... But the Lord's martyrdom was not for you to die."

Ouroboros always knew best how to calm the flames temporarily. "The Lord originally asked you to help Klein, and also wanted you and me to survive with the power of the future Lord of Mysteries. However, God has already awakened, carrying the Lord's memories and imprints. We... may choose to stay by His side temporarily, looking for an opportunity to become a god, and then make plans."

Medici was silent for several seconds, and finally sighed heavily.

"In other words, you brought Klein in, and used me to escort him all the way to God, and in return you got God's protection and the opportunity for both of us to become gods. Did He really promise you that?"

Ouroboros was silent for a while, then said:

“He didn’t agree directly.”

"He just said that the King of Angels was not good enough to be His servant."

Medici sucked in a breath of cold air with a sour taste in his teeth. He felt that he was looked down upon by God. He felt that he and Ouroboros were like two pieces of pork put on a scale. God weighed them twice, looked at the quality, shook his head and said that they were okay. Although he was not satisfied, he could barely accept them.

Soran cursed first, then chuckled again: "Your good friends have worked so hard to keep you alive, and you just agreed to this charity of a god's throne, Medici. Do you have the means to remove the pollution of uniqueness?"

"I think it's pretty good."

Einhorn yawned and said in a gloomy tone:

"How do you say that word... Direct delivery, yes, this is direct delivery, just accept it, Medici. Although the real Creator has been covered by His consciousness, He is willing to let you become a god. When the entire earth is taken by God, you can follow God to conquer the starry sky."

Becoming a god has nothing to do with them anyway, so the two conquerors gloated over their misfortune and enjoyed Medici's dilemma with great interest - they are all flesh and blood, and there is someone in front of them who, although he killed your lord, is willing to protect you and give you a godhood. If you follow him, you may even have a chance to become a destructive natural disaster, so what is there to be unacceptable about the revenge for killing your lord!
"What the hell are you talking about! Shut up!"

Medici suddenly raised his voice because of this. He became a little nervous and grabbed Ouroboros's shoulder with one hand and shook him vigorously:

“Orochi! Don’t we really have no other choice? Well, I admit that it’s basically impossible for the two of us to become gods. After so many years, you still can’t even find your uniqueness (a hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in Ouroboros’s clear eyes)… But are you really willing to join His army? Don’t deceive yourself. If you really become God’s servant… we have no other ideas!”

Ouroboros didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

Medici was really in trouble now. As a thousand-year-old friend of Ouroboros and an ancient angel, they all had unique self-esteem and arrogance and would not give in easily. But Hermes's surrender seemed like a beginning. He could see that Ouroboros also had a lot of complaints about God's attitude, but he could not say, and did not say that if he did not follow God, fate would indicate their death.

There is always loss.

Medici's gaze uncontrollably turned to a place not far away. Together with Ouroboros, he stared at Klein, who was half-kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed.

"As long as we sacrifice one of him, we can live, and the earth and mankind will not perish."

Ouroboros' words rang close to His ears, like some kind of motto:

"This is the smallest price fate could find."

But at this moment, when the angels were thinking about the price and sacrifice, dignity and life, the pale gray eyes of Lovia, who was wearing a shadow "cloak" not far away, flashed. She raised her bloody face and stomped her two-meter-high legs and feet that grew out of the wriggling flesh and blood, had no skin, and were dripping with bright red mucus, on the ground at the same time, and with the help of the swirling wind, she pounced on the "Dark Angel" who was also still.

There was a hint of madness in her eyes, and it looked like it wouldn't be long before her spirit completely lost its mind, or was contaminated and completely out of control.

However, Luo Weiya's eyes at this moment were filled with more rationality and determination.

She knew what she was doing and was very clear about her current situation and the outcome.

Amid the howling wind, her collapsed body and the shadow "cloak" fell on the body of the "Dark Angel" Sasriel.

The squirming flesh and blood eroded into it, and the thick shadow expanded rapidly, binding His figure together.

Ouroboros tilted his head slightly in her direction—He had the urge to frown, because He remembered this woman. She was the most respectful to Him in the City of Silver. He had heard her pray for Him many times before He was born.

He was a little dissatisfied and irritated.

It’s not that Ouroboros learned human nature, defeated divinity, understood love and courage, and developed a great fondness for humans because he was raised in the City of Silver for a year. Rather, He believed that Lovia and Colin Iliad were both humans who were pious to the Lord and were also outstanding humans with talents. They were both more worthy of survival. This was also the reason why He chose to appear now. After Klein was "given" to God, He could ensure that these two humans were alive and returned to the City of Silver to help Him convince the people there.

Well, God certainly has a way to rescue all the people in Silver City from Amon's hands, but the price is naturally needless to say.

As he thought about it, Ouroboros' fingers moved slightly, and Lovia's body, which had turned into a sticky shadow curtain, recondensed uncontrollably and turned back into a solid body. Time went back and pinched her back into a human being, pressing her to the ground again. Lovia paused for a moment, turned her head in disbelief, and looked at the childlike angel.

"Don't waste your lives," Ouroboros said. "They belong to..."

"But the Lord for whom I am willing to sacrifice my life is no longer here!" Luo Weiya suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.

After a brief pause, Colin Iliad straightened up and swung forward with the Dawn Straight Sword in his right hand, causing the silver-white sharp edge to "flash" onto Sasriel's body surface; while Lovia was fighting against the "restart" restriction imposed on her by Ouroboros, she let the "Silver Knight" evil spirit she was herding swing the giant sword from bottom to top, bringing up a terrible storm of light spots.

The brilliant silver-white light continued to extend forward with crackling sounds, completely submerging Sasriel's body, but was blocked by the two invisible barriers and could not penetrate into the interior.

At this time, Lovia finally broke free from the "restart" temporarily and tried to turn into a shadow again to bind and invade Sasriel's body.

Without Lovia saying anything, Colin Iliad understood her intention and immediately roared in a low voice:
"go!"

boom!
His two Dawn Straight Swords slashed through the void at the same time, causing silver-white light to burst out around the entangled Lovia and the "Dark Angel" Sasriel.

Just as Colin gritted his teeth, stared intently, and prepared himself mentally to chop open the bodies of his companions and the Dark Angel, his vision suddenly changed. Colin opened his eyes wide and saw the various weaknesses in the Dark Angel's body, the weak points protected by the Angel King's spiritual power, and the most vulnerable corners where the spiritual and physical parts of this body were connected.

"Mind Link"!
"Avoid it!"

He believed that Lovia had also seen it, because the shadow suddenly squirmed, exposing those weaknesses while imprisoning the opponent.

Ouroboros pursed his lips and turned to look at Medici who was nearby.

"It seems that people have their own ideas." Medici was caught by Ouroboros and couldn't leave. It was a rare embarrassing moment for the Red Angel. Although he was a little anxious, he still looked calm and provided remote help to Colin and Lovia.

"They are all going to die." The Angel of Destiny told Him the result in a straightforward manner, neither happy nor sad.

At this moment, Sasriel's eyes slowly opened, and He burst out with endless pure light, as if He had suddenly turned into the sun descending into reality. In the blink of an eye, He had transformed from the body of an angel king into an unquestionable God again.

Under the shining of the "sun", the "Shadow Binding" disappeared, the "Morning Storm" subsided, and the silver-white sharp edge dimmed. It could only disrupt the target's breath but could not harm His body.

This scene, which seemed like the arrival of a true god, shocked Lovia and Colin, and made them want to lower their heads and worship.

But in the next moment, as if affected by something, God closed his eyes again, and his breath returned to silence again.

Colin saw the opportunity, clenched the silver-white giant sword with both hands, pressed all the weight of his body on it, and stabbed it hard into his heart.

……

Klein was thinking about what to do.

But in fact he had no freedom. He was captured by God and forced to see one beautiful world after another. He also felt a little bored watching the beautiful world being shattered and destroyed in the struggle between God and the Lord of Mysteries.

But no matter how annoyed he was, Klein had to admit that there was a reason why "Heaven" could become the dream of all humans and intelligent life forms. Even though he had seen the world collapse several times, he still couldn't help but want to turn his head away, not to see the sky and the earth collapsing, the life crying in despair, being swallowed by the tsunami or turning into a snarling puppet.

"Don't resist it. This is who you were and this is who you will be in the future."

God was very satisfied with Klein's attitude. Since he showed resistance to pain, he would definitely yearn for beauty.

Faced with the psychological suggestion of "Himself taking action", no matter how harsh Klein's words were, as long as he had the thought of "maybe it's better to shake hands and make peace" in his mind for a moment, he would immediately become unable to restrain himself. He would bow to Him in a very short time, willing to succumb to the happiness and beautiful world beyond the limits of imagination, and spread the glory of the God of Gods for Him.

"The wars between humans will not stop, but that's all. They use war as a means."

"And the struggle between you and me is engraved in our instincts, uncontrollable and meaningless."

Klein looked at the planet beneath his feet, which collapsed from a high-tech sci-fi world into a meteorite belt and a cosmic garbage dump in ten seconds. He closed his eyes and sneered, "Then why don't you submit to me, but instead make me your subordinate god?"

"Because you don't have the ability to build the kingdom of heaven." God's answer was obvious.

"No, I don't believe it."

Klein resisted acknowledging any of His words. He believed that when facing a true "psychiatrist", only by expressing denial from the bottom of his heart at all times could he maintain his self-esteem:
"I turned all people into puppets. This world would be safe, peaceful, and free of any pain."

God frowned slightly.

He was about to say something else when he suddenly paused unnaturally.

Klein reacted immediately. His body moved subconsciously before he realized what was happening.
It must be Colin and others outside who attacked God!

The "Dark Angel" Sasriel is His carrier. By destroying the carrier, God's will can be temporarily forced to return to the Sea of ​​Chaos!
Although destroying the body of an angel king sounds like a fantasy, it is at least a plan, and it sounds much more reliable than facing the god directly and defeating him.

Klein knew that he was in a dream. In the less than one-second pause of God, Klein immediately showed his own mythical creature form and simulated the aura of "Source Castle", completely stretching himself and transforming into that strange light gate stained with a little blue-black. The light gate was composed of countless, layered illusory light balls, and the essence of each light ball was a transparent and translucent twisted worm.

"I must do something!" he thought to himself, "I must create opportunities for Medici and the others outside!"

He saw that God's originally smiling expression suddenly turned gloomy, revealing the peculiarity of coming from the "Sea of ​​Chaos".

He first turned into a thick and eerie shadow, and then he drew back the "curtain", allowing the "ocean" that contained all colors and could not be described in human language to appear in the dream.

"How does it feel to be bitten by a bug? Great God!"

Klein's spirit was once again severely hit as he forcibly unfolded his complete mythical creature form. However, he persisted in laughing to attract God's attention and create opportunities for the people outside:
"I didn't expect you to show an angry expression. You couldn't help it? Were you pretending to be so kind and gracious just now?"

God didn't say anything, but curled his lips casually, probably because he felt that there was no need to waste words with a few bugs or a group of bugs. His pupils suddenly stood up, turning into vertical pupils like a giant dragon, and the pure golden light directly reflected into Klein's consciousness, imprinting his majesty and faith on the bottom of Klein's subconscious ocean.

Klein felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he felt the image of God before him grow taller and more glorious, almost making him kneel to the ground.

He resisted the urge to worship and smiled with a hint of despair at the end of his rope.

"I'm completely out of options now... Sorry, Medici, and the Eastern Continent... I really don't have any other options."

As he spoke, Klein closed his eyes and tried his best to feel the "madness" from the depths of his Beyonder characteristics, the "divinity" that he had resisted time and time again, and recalled the distant calls from the "Source Castle".

Now, he needs these.

On his forehead, an illusory mark appeared.

TBC
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What little respect he had for God vanished in an instant.

(End of this chapter)