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

Chapter 503 Horror

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Fors put the brown paper bag containing the manuscript into the exclusive mailbox outside the editorial department.

She exhaled and rubbed her hands. It was dark and cold now, and she felt a little hungry.

Although she was supposed to discuss her story and the subsequent submission with her editor, Fors just wanted to go back to her warm living room with a fireplace, put on her favorite wool blanket, take a nap on the sofa, and drink a cup of hot coffee... Well, Xio should have finished her work and returned home, and maybe he would bring her her favorite sandwich on the way. Fors thought with a relaxed mood.

The serialized manuscript she was working on would be finished within this month. Next, she would accept the commission from the "World" Gehrman Sparrow to write some short stories for this "sea hunter" - considering that she might have to commission him to hunt the "Secret Saint", Fors needed money.

However, the current situation is tense, and the control over print media has also increased slightly. Article review has become more difficult. In addition to the serialized articles, my other short articles are still under review... If they cannot be published, there will be no royalties, and without royalties, there will be no motivation. In addition, the weather is cold and I don’t want to go out. Fors wants to stop writing temporarily and take Xio on a trip.

Gradually, there were more pedestrians on the road, mostly young people who were leaving school.

Seeing that the surroundings were getting a little more lively, Fors prepared to go to a nearby bookstore to buy a newspaper and then wait for the tram to pass by.

Fors left immediately and headed straight for the nearest bookstall and newsstand. But on the way, amid the crowds of people, she seemed to see a familiar figure passing by the corner quickly and trotting into an alley.

"That's... Hugh?"

Fors looked over there curiously. If she wanted to find someone as petite as the one just now among those she knew, it would only be Xio.

What is Xio doing, another bounty hunter mission?

Oh, by the way, it seems that Xiu has become an informant of the official MI9 of Loen, and she is no longer a bounty hunter. She also said that she got help from her father's friends, and it seems that there is still hope to become a regular employee... However, there seems to be some chaos in MI9 before. I heard that many official extraordinary people have gone crazy. The alley is so dark, could Xiu have a mission to deal with the out-of-control extraordinary people?

Curious and worried, Fors hesitated for two seconds, and then relied on her ability of "teleportation" to easily and stealthily approach the direction where Xio disappeared. She did not enter the spirit world, but passed through the walls and houses in a translucent state, and soon caught up with him.

"It's Hugh indeed."

The masked man standing opposite Xio should be the "father's friend" she mentioned.

After finding an angle where both sides' profiles could be reflected in her field of vision, Fors did not move any closer. This distance was already at the limit of Beyonders' hearing and vision, and it was even farther. But as a "magic master", she had also learned lip reading in her spare time.

So, Fors first saw the man wearing a golden mask standing in the shadow opposite Xio and said:
"...How are the preparations going? ...The Emperor...ordered...planned...the Church of Thunder..."

After Fors had understood some of the words in this sentence, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Emperor? There is no real emperor in Loen now. There is only Pope Gad II who is acting as the emperor temporarily! Does MI9 now obey Gad II and the Thunder Church? What are they talking about?
The writer's sensitivity gave Fors a bad premonition. She wanted to turn around and leave quietly like she came here, but her friend who had been with her day and night was right in front of this "wrong" member of MI9, so Fors had no choice but to stay here.

At this moment, she did not carry any sealed objects with her.

Then, Xio spoke:

"Yes...soon...will it work?"

"Not dead... God of Thunder... Imprisoned... He will return..."

Fors was sweating. She suspected that the MI9 member in front of Xiou was planning something very dangerous, but she couldn't understand why Xiou would communicate with him or even cooperate with him!
And… who are they talking about? The emperor, the emperor, maybe George III who suddenly died during a speech?

Didn't He die during the apotheosis? Why do they say He is still alive? What do they want to do?
Looking at the pious and serious expression on Hugh's face, Fors felt as if her scalp was about to explode: Hugh seemed to have become a stranger in an instant. She had always hated George III because there was a hidden reason for the death of her father, Mason Dill! Moreover, they had previously captured and interrogated Viscount Stratford, confirming that it was George III who wanted to become a god, and Mason Dill tried to report this to the church, which led to his murder!
Fors suddenly felt cold all over. She didn't dare to listen any further, nor did she dare to look at her companions' faces to read their conversation.

A horrible guess suddenly popped up in her mind.

Then she retreated silently and disappeared into the alley in an instant.

As soon as she left the spirit world, the man wearing the golden mask immediately turned his head. After searching in vain, he said to Xio:
"Don't forget what I told you."

"Please take some time out this weekend to attend our prayer meeting. His Majesty the Emperor needs us, and the nobles will come too. In this regard, we are on the same page as the nobles... If we want to save this empire that has been dragged down by the Church of the God of Thunder, we can only rely on the Emperor!"

Xio also nodded and said in a normal tone:
"I know. I'll go."

They exchanged their loyalty to Emperor George III in this way, seemingly completely forgetting the existence of Mason Dill.

……

boom!
Richard once again got rid of the dream that had invaded his mind, but the woman's soft humming continued to echo in his ears, as if it would never stop.

"Goddess of the Night..."

He shook his head vigorously, with a rather irritable expression on his face:
"Wolf, spider, or dog?... I really don't understand why humans don't even sacrifice themselves, but always rely on things that are not even human to protect themselves, and are willing to be slaves to them."

Before he finished speaking, there were a few more scoldings as expected.

Perhaps realizing that his voice was a bit unpleasant, Richard casually reached out his hand and used a few steel needles to sloppily reconnect the wound on his neck that was almost completely severed. A power higher than his own was hindering the recovery of the wound, and it continued to bring pain and dizziness. In order to prevent his head from suddenly falling off during the battle, he had to fix it like this. But there was nothing he could do about the broken throat and vocal cords inside. While enduring the suffocation and pain, he cursed in a low voice with a leaky voice.

Although my spirituality has not yet hit rock bottom, it’s time to fight hard again.

"…I wanted to ask you something, but now I don't want to ask it anymore."

Richard murmured to himself:

"Those who persuaded me to surrender said that I could go to the Northern Continent to become a noble, and they also made a lot of empty promises to appease the people... But there are enough humans anyway, and you don't lack these hundreds of millions of anchors, nor do you lack these slaves."

After sighing, Richard's body suddenly twisted, and suddenly became a hundred meters tall. With bloodstains on his body, his fully unfolded mythical creature form looked like a bloody rag doll that had just come out of a murder scene.

Then, the huge rag doll smiled grimly, revealing three rows of sharp shark-like teeth.

Just as the two angels were temporarily confused by the sudden burst of "desire", the rag doll reached out and grabbed Gad II's body. The moment the spirit in his body was grabbed by the rag doll's huge palm, it all quieted down, as if it had fallen into an indestructible seal.

The pope suddenly woke up, roared and let countless thunders pour out, and the silver-white lightning illuminated the entire space. But Richard ignored it, even when the thunders scorched his arms and body. The song in Richard's mind suddenly became fierce, and the sickle-like moon in the distance rose again, fiercely slashing down on the arm that held Gad II!
The rag doll still maintained that creepy smile, grasping Gad II's body with one hand and pinching His head with two short fingers with the other hand, twisting it gently.

Click. Swish!
The knife flashed in front of Richard in an instant and cut off his hands.

He also lowered his head and bit his own hands and the separated but not dead Gad II in his hands. He held it with his teeth, then raised his head and swallowed it all.

Click! Click!
It was like a rolling mill weighing several hundred kilograms falling down with a loud bang. The repeated interweaving and opening and closing of the sharp teeth seemed to be interrupted by a short cry, and the flesh and blood were ground into meat paste by the teeth of the evil god in an instant.

In an instant, the entire spiritual world became quite quiet, with only the chewing sound briefly heard for a few seconds.

The hands that He had eaten slowly grew out again.

"Ugh."

The doll let out an excited sigh, and the eyeballs behind the lenses, which were as big as a human, slowly turned to the Pope of Night:

"I already knew that human flesh is not tasty...but you are next!"

……

Audrey's eyes had turned completely golden, but that didn't allow her to see through the darkness around her.

She felt as if she was not in the spirit world, but appeared in the night outside Backlund. The sky was dark and the wind was cold. There were no street lights, and the visibility was only two meters in the darkness, which always brought extreme fear to people. It seemed that there were countless monsters hiding around her.

Perhaps because she is now just a puppet, her soul is locked by the seal on the puppet, and she is able to resist Archbishop Saint Anthony's "Dream Song" to a certain extent.

But Taufik was not so lucky. He was almost half asleep and half awake, with his eyes switching back and forth between confusion and anger.

A demigod must be treated more carefully than a Sequence 5.

The next second, Audrey suddenly had a creepy feeling, as if she was being stared at by a wild beast on the outskirts of the city at night!
Even though she sensed something, she couldn't react at all, so she had to lower her head hastily. A huge beast seemed to appear in the darkness behind her, like a wolf, but also like a tall human - it was clearly in human form, but more than ten meters tall, with two pairs of arms growing between its ribs and waist. Its body was wrapped in thick darkness, but it was clearly displayed in Audrey's mind.

Almost instantly, Audrey felt a great fear rising in her heart.

As the monster figure that looked like something out of myth and legend appeared, Audrey's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She seemed to relive the despair and fear she had felt when she faced divine punishment not long ago, or even experienced it herself. She wanted to kneel on the ground, wanted to squat with her head in her hands. The education she received since childhood and her instinctive fear of the gods combined almost tore her soul into pieces!
"Mother……"

Her hands were shaking and she murmured unconsciously.

As a "psychiatrist", her emotions almost collapsed in an instant. Audrey felt that her spirit seemed to be divided into two. One was crying uncontrollably, fearing in the dark like a little girl, wanting to go back to her family. Beside her, and the other was urging her to stand up quickly, stand up quickly—this fear had already been experienced once before, and she just stood up, why not now? !

Audrey didn't know how much time had passed, maybe five seconds, or maybe five minutes.

She slowly lowered her hands from her head and stood up again with her weak legs. Audrey was somewhat thankful that the doll had no tears, otherwise she would have cried so hard that her face would be covered with tears, which would have been very ugly.

“Mr. Tawfik…” She began hoarsely, then shouted, “Mr. Tawfik!”

The voice was swallowed by the darkness and no one answered.

Then, Audrey heard a noise in front of her. She moved closer without thinking and was horrified to find that Tawfik, dressed in a black robe, was lying there with a big hole in his chest and his heart was gone.

Audrey's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, and her brain suddenly became confused.

But the next moment, her shoulder was pushed hard, and the familiar roar came from behind her, cursing: "Stop dreaming!"

Audrey was shocked. When she looked again, she found that the body in front of her had been swallowed by darkness, and there was another person standing there - a middle-aged man with a kind face, wearing a black robe of the priest of the Church of Night.

Towfik used some strength to grab Audrey's shoulder, as if he wanted to grab her from behind. But Audrey was surprised to find that he didn't pull her - he was injured! Audrey immediately realized that he was seriously injured! Just now, when I was shocked by fear, they had already fought, and it was a one-sided battle!

Anthony had a slight smile on his face. He first looked at Tawfik, and then his eyes fell on Audrey.

Audrey saw his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking about what this thing was. Her heart suddenly jumped, and she was worried that Archbishop St. Anthony, who was proficient in spiritual communication, would see her soul and recognize her as Audrey Hall.

Audrey immediately entered "Letty Orr" mode. In order not to be recognized, no matter how tormented she was inside, she had to act alert and hostile to prevent anyone from seeing any clues.

"A running dog from the Northern Continent..." Tawfik gritted his teeth and made a bone-chilling sound.

Facing Saint Anthony, he didn't have to worry about his hatred and anger, especially since the other party's attitude and eyes were so hateful.

But the Church of Night's soothing, hypnosis and dreams were really difficult for him, always forcing him to calm down, and then facing the opponent's fatal attack. It was as if all his anger and strength were hitting cotton, with no effect at all.

Just as he was about to attack, Audrey suddenly stopped in front of him and asked loudly:

"Why did you attack the Southern Continent?"

"I know you. You are the Archbishop of the Church of Darkness in the Northern Continent and the head of the Backlund Diocese, Anthony Stevenson!"

"You are a kind and tolerant man in Backlund, a bishop with impeccable moral character. When you attacked us, didn't you see our children crying and our city being destroyed?"

Anthony looked at the young woman who was questioning him calmly, with the smile on his face unchanged:
"I saw."

"So, I'll just take action against you."

"The highlands aren't threatening you!" Letty Orr demanded. "Why are you doing this?"

"I don't need to answer your question, dear doctor." Archbishop Anthony's emotions did not fluctuate. He fully demonstrated how he could be as warm as the spring breeze to his own children and as ruthless as the cold wind to people from other countries. "This is also to save my country, our people, and our children. Since this is an irreconcilable contradiction, we can only use strength to determine who is stronger."

TBC
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good night!