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

Chapter 616 The Second Battlefield
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In an instant, beads of cold sweat broke out on the back of the "chief" of Military Intelligence Department 9.

"not enough?"

If three people are not enough, what else should I give? What will this bottle take away next? As soon as he started thinking in this direction, he felt as if someone was whispering in his ear: There are many other things you can give, such as your friends, your other subordinates, and your family. If you are reluctant, you can choose to send away the family of your subordinates, since they are already dead... If you don't make a choice, who knows who will be killed next, and it may even prioritize those who are close to you.

The strange details brought by this simple sentence almost made his scalp explode. At the moment when he felt that his life was about to be in danger, he chose to play dumb and avoid the question temporarily: "Then take me to the emperor."

After saying this, the officer began to wait for an effect similar to "spiritual travel", or perhaps a secret passage suddenly collapsed like before, a water pipe that was not flooded for him to enter the depths of the mausoleum.

Anyway, it is impossible to make all the water here disappear.

He waited for a while, and suddenly heard two consecutive sounds of people falling into the water from the direction of his subordinates. He suddenly felt as if a stone had fallen from his heart. The guilt and apology only existed in his heart for a short time, and then he heard the cry of his only surviving subordinate, and a stable light source began to move in the distance, accompanied by a voice calling him.

At the same time, with the death of his two subordinates, he clearly felt that something seemed to be "broken".

It seemed as if he had sacrificed something and clearly received something in return, and he could feel the presence of the supreme deity of this path again.

But apart from that, nothing happened. After a while, he saw that on the small piece of blood-stained paper in his hand, which was only as thick as a finger, the original red words slowly disappeared and a new line of words appeared.

“You have come into His presence.”

"?"

The officer looked around in confusion, and finally asked in disbelief: "You didn't do anything! I'm still here!"

The extraordinary item was questioned, and the red handwriting suddenly became darker. At the same time, the entire piece of paper turned dark red and moist, as if blood would come out if it was gently squeezed:
"He is here, He is the mausoleum itself, and you are enveloped in His laws."

What? Although he felt it was very strange to argue with a sealed object, the officer still did not believe the other party's words. He was about to speak when he suddenly found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by something - and the appearance of this imprisonment was extremely strange. His head could move, but his mouth could not open. His arms could move, but his legs were motionless, and even his torso was subject to certain constraints.

He tried to pray in his heart and take a step forward, but he still couldn't make any movement.

The light source in the distance also stopped moving, as if it was in the same predicament, so he could no longer count on his subordinates to come here to help. Now he could only rely on himself, and the officer began to observe the difference between his upper and lower body.

Soon, he noticed that there was a huge hole in his left sleeve, and a button had been scraped off at some point, and the right sleeve had a tear on the upper arm.

Seeing that both sides of his cuffs were torn, the officer quickly thought of the strange sacrificial methods of the high-sequence "lawyer" path: for example, during the prayer ceremony, the total number of candles placed should be odd, and the two sides cannot be placed at the same height or horizontal position, and even the related items must be placed in a staggered manner.

The number is secondary. Always, they must not be placed symmetrically like other rituals.

Otherwise, not only may you not get a response, but the other party may also be dissatisfied with you, which can be fatal for employees who are asking others for favors.

After thinking for a while, he used his free arms to unbutton his collar, pulled the straight standing collar askew, and then used his fingernails to pinch a half-moon shaped nail mark on the corner of his lip.

The collar, badges and patterns of the military coat were originally asymmetrical. After doing this, he immediately felt that his upper body had regained its freedom and he could open his mouth to speak again.

After confirming his guess, he immediately leaned over, untied the laces of his right boot, and quickly used the saber he carried with him to cut a notch on his trouser leg and circled the upper part of the left boot.

With a crackling sound, the leather boots quickly became shorter.

Such an attempt seemed to have nothing to do with the extraordinary, but with the completion of this series of actions, when he stepped forward cautiously again, his body could actually move, and he no longer felt bound in place.

The invisible suppression disappeared in an instant, and the tomb of the "Black Emperor" seemed to accept such attire.

Who would have thought that ordinary people could handle this kind of abnormality.

However, he suspected that if this was the preference and requirement of the high-order "lawyer" path, then the more one used extraordinary abilities to fight against it, the deeper the impact would be.

This was because he had the feeling that he was facing an invisible god. Only by "pleasing" the other party's aesthetic taste could he be forgiven. Otherwise, he could only rely on the authority of Sequence 0 to bypass it.

Fortunately, he was not only experienced in dealing with extraordinary events, but also a senior member of MI9. He had come into contact with high-ranking people in these two adjacent paths and had a very in-depth understanding of the "Black Emperor" path.

Although it is not that profound, I roughly understand that it represents the shadow of order and a distortion of the normal order.

Surprisingly, just by making some changes to her clothing, she was recognized and accepted by the invisible spirit.

He was about to help his subordinate, but before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a strange "crack" sound coming from the other party's position. Just as he stopped to be alert, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the water in front of him, and then he fell directly into the water as if he was kicked from behind, and disappeared in an instant.

……

"If I don't throw you down directly, it will probably take you a long time to figure out the way to the bottom."

“But the Son of Chaos has waited for so long, so a little while shouldn’t matter. This time, the Demon of Knowledge is also secretly reaching out. The God of Thunder doesn’t need to be on guard against me, but he must be on guard against the guy who has been keeping an eye on His Beyonder Characteristics.”

"When I think about it, it's really incredible. The God of Thunder is on guard against God, and Klein is also on guard against God. Aren't they natural partners? Moreover, they both have at least the basic understanding of 'protecting the earth and humans'. They should be on the same front in all aspects, but they have become mortal enemies because of their completely incompatible styles of doing things... Fate is really strange. It's hard to tell who is more 'selfish'."

Edward smacked his lips for a moment, then turned to look at the mysterious Ouroboros symbol.

"Heh, I was originally trying to find some information about Will Auceptin and his connection to the occult, waiting for you to ask for clues about Ouroboros, so I could offer you a high price. But now, the two of them are actually competing for Sequence 0 in the same camp."

"Really? If He hadn't betrayed me, I could have let them both fail and die together. Then, I could have used the sequence one and uniqueness of the entire fate path to ask the Ring of Fate if it had any intention of taking back some of its authority."

But now, without that part of the power of "possibility", it is impossible to deal a fatal blow to these two "snakes of fate".

“But now there is this opportunity.”

Edward said to the empty room:
"Do you still plan to stay in the southern continent? You are not welcome in the highlands, and Balam will soon no longer be a place for living people to live. You should have gotten the information you want. Are you ready to do something else?"

After he said this, no one responded for a long time. "Oh, so he's gone." He said, "I was so anxious."

……

Feysac was not affected by Loen's complicated situation. It was another morning, and Medici went to the city center as usual to see if there were any more laws written in the "Trensost Brass Book".

He didn't know that someone was remotely competing with the Patriarch for control of the Brass Book. He only cared about whether his plan could be implemented smoothly.

However, even if there really were an extreme law such as "forbidden to talk about any gods other than the God of War", He would not find it strange. The emergence of such a law would either prove that the Patriarch had gone mad and would stop at nothing to maintain the faith in the God of War, or that the activation of the Brass Book had intensified and the Patriarch could not even stop such an extreme law.

No matter which one it was, it proved that the Patriarch had been dragged to the point where he was willing but unable to do anything, and it was a good opportunity for Medici to take action.

Medici lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring leisurely.

Putting aside the hostile forces and the love for Emperor Feysac's extraordinary characteristics, Medici understood the feelings of the royal family and the Church of the God of War. It was just like when he had experienced the Feast of Betrayal, he felt that the whole world was his enemy and it was difficult to figure out where to go next. However, they were a little more pitiful than he and Orochi were at the beginning. At least the two of them could still bring the Lord's human side with Sequence 0 power to save some believers and establish a new sect, but the God of War really didn't leave a single piece, and died in an unclear way.

Not to mention setting up his own business, there is no chance for him to be promoted to the Patriarch.

The Red Angel walked leisurely. Suddenly, His mind moved and He cast His gaze on three or five idle men gathered on the roadside.

One of them had a smile on his face, while the other two were looking at each other with mischievous eyes and joking with each other.

"Come on, tell me more, how are you and that girl doing?"

The smile on the face of the young man who was surrounded and teased suddenly became more intoxicated, and Medici stopped smoking involuntarily - because he was familiar with that smile, the smile of being immersed in love, the smile as if he had obtained the love of his life!

"She's--she's so pretty and so nice, and I want to marry her, but I'm afraid she won't want to."

"This is the first time I see you with such an expression. What does she look like?"

"I did see a lot of pretty girls these past few days! I almost ran into one once, but I didn't have the chance to chat her up."

The young man's smile became dizzy and he looked a little silly: "She has beautiful long black hair, like silk..."

Medici frowned and paused involuntarily. Suddenly, he saw from the corner of his eye that he was standing outside a store. There was a round mirror with a black walnut frame hanging on the wall, reflecting his upper body. The next moment, his throat itched and his face turned pale. A strong allergic reaction actually occurred to a Sequence One angel!

His throat immediately began to swell, blocking his trachea - he clearly didn't need to breathe, but how could this sudden abnormal disease affect only the body?
In an instant, his mind and thoughts were blocked, his vocal cords hurt as if they were about to split, and even his tongue began to swell rapidly, blocking his entire mouth and making it impossible for him to make any sound. Medici felt dizzy and couldn't stand steadily.

He fell towards the mirror in a panic, his hat was scraped off by something on the wall, and his body hit the wall with a dull thud.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The sudden fall of a passerby certainly startled other passersby, not to mention that he was twitching after falling and even pinching his neck with his fingers, which showed that he had a sudden illness. Immediately, a kind passerby came over to check on him, but before he could get close to Medici's position, dense red allergic herpes appeared on the back of his outstretched hand.

After just one or two breaths, he fell straight to the ground, without any breath.

At this moment, those who had originally planned to come to help were suddenly frightened and hurriedly moved away from the dying or dead person.

But before they had taken two steps, they fell down one after another, headfirst onto the road of escape.

Bang!

The rope that tied the mirror broke, and the walnut mirror fell heavily to the ground, hitting the ground next to Medici's face.

At first, there was Medici's face that had turned purple despite his forbearance, but soon, the red hair in the mirror turned black, and the heroic face of the red angel gradually became soft and beautiful. His black eyes were bright and there was a beautiful arc at the end of his eyes. His image in the mirror kept changing at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely became the face of another person.

Medici was speechless and unable to make a sound. He was rarely in such an embarrassing moment in his life, especially in front of his old rival.

However, at this moment, before his eyes began to become diseased and rot, he stared coldly at the girl in the mirror without showing any pain.

The original witch smiled, and she didn't seem to care about Medici's current struggle and inner activities. The virus fell layer by layer on the red angel. And she still stood quietly and elegantly in the mirror, making the mirror seem like a circular portrait.

As an assassin, He naturally chose assassination.

"Who are you going to ask for help this time?"

"Do you think that with the protection of The Fool, I won't dare to attack you?"

"Our fight is natural. Of course, I can also spare your life so that you can return to serve the Fool as his angel. This will only be another failure for you, which is better than dying directly in the first place."

One after another, bewitching voices echoed in Medici's ears, untraceable, yet omnipresent, like everyone Medici had ever met, men and women, and children he had placed high hopes on. A refreshing fragrance permeated from somewhere, and it was clear that people around him fell one after another and lost their lives, but they still could not resist this sweet fragrance.

The poison called love came with His arrival to this land which no longer had the protection of gods. The black shadow continued to expand in Medici's eyes, trying to wipe out all the courage, passion and cruel pride of the god of war in His heart, leaving only the pure madness of love.

But at this moment, a silvery-white band of light fell between them.

As if time had gone back, Medici's condition improved rapidly, His dark complexion gradually recovered, and the strange poison gradually receded - although limited, He was able to make sounds again.

Medici coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice:
"Feel sorry."

TBC
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No one can walk out of the barber shop with a smile. I was so unhappy after getting a haircut that I am so angry that I don’t even want to write anymore.

(End of this chapter)