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

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The joints of his arms made slight crackling sounds and began to shift, as if they would fall off his shoulders in the next second.

His sleeves were soaked with pus and blood, and his arms were getting heavier. Medici clearly felt his body rotting again, but this time it was completely different from what he remembered. He stopped and looked at the sky, which had turned gray. Suddenly, he thought of something and understood something.

At the moment when the answer appeared in His mind, two voices sounded on both sides of His cheeks at the same time:
"This is……!"

"Don't be stupid, run!"

Medici turned his head and saw that the corpses lying on the ground had already rotted. The smell of dirty blood and decay could not be ignored at all, and he could even see white bones among the rotten flesh. They did not look like people who had just died, but had been left outdoors for a week!

This is no longer considered a "disease".

At the same time, the city where Medici had lived for half a month suddenly became extremely unfamiliar. The sun could no longer be seen in the sky. The whole city was gray and dirty, showing a dilapidated appearance with holes everywhere. There was no living person, but it gave people a sense of nervousness and uneasiness for no reason. As the city became dilapidated, some ruins appeared inexplicably. Some buildings that had been standing well suddenly collapsed strangely, the walls peeled off, and there were flames jumping in the distance.

A strange atmosphere shrouded the city.

Medici once took a walk through the entire layout of the city, and used the map he bought to determine the locations of some usable paths and even sewers. It can be said that as an outsider, he was probably more familiar with this place than someone who had lived in Saint Milon all his life.

However, now, Saint Milon has become strange and unfamiliar, but the atmosphere is gradually overlapping with another place in Medici's memory.

Seeing this scene, Medici's spiritual world suddenly became dead silent.

During the millennium of "dependence on each other", the three conquerors gained each other's memories through mental fusion, and they enjoyed digging out the embarrassing or sad things buried in each other's hearts and attacking each other for fun.

The most popular topic among Soran and Einhorn was "Medici, you can't even accommodate the City of Disaster with the help of the Ancient Sun God. You are so lame. Hahaha. You deserve to live thousands of years in vain and die with us" - now the three of them couldn't laugh anymore. They exchanged intense emotions and greetings to the Original Witch in the spiritual world. Finally, Medici couldn't help but curse:

"Where the hell is this going to go?!"

“Why does the City of Disaster appear here?” Soran’s mood was perfectly interpreted through his voice. He didn’t care about Medici’s plan. He tried his best to control the right half of his body to run away from the city center and towards the pier. “No matter what, don’t stay here!! With our current situation, the City of Disaster will be finished without us having to lift a finger!”

No wonder Chike came suddenly... No wonder He suddenly decided to take action!
Medici frowned: "How does He control the City of Disaster?"

“Although I don’t like Octopus Head, cough, but He will never let anything happen to Bansi. If something happens, He will be the first one to suffer! How did Chike bring the power of the City of Disaster from Bansi Port hundreds of kilometers away in the sea to here?!”

He reached out and touched his forehead, and the red flag symbol was faintly visible and hot.

"If I had a similar method, maybe now would be an opportunity."

"I'm a little grateful to Chick." Einhorn's voice was filled with a calmness that showed he had given up struggling. "He has given these younger generations who are not worthy of receiving Essence the opportunity to see what Essence looks like in this lifetime."

Three people had three different ideas. One wanted to retreat, one gave up, and one was thinking about whether he could find an opportunity to bite back. Therefore, he stood there motionless, allowing his body to slowly necrotize and rot.

At this moment, Medici looked towards the port and found that the sky there was blood red and there was not a single cloud.

The city was dead silent, yet He could hear the sound of the sea hitting the shore.

The sound of the water became louder and louder, as if He was not in the center of a city, but standing where he could see the sea.

"...Don't even think about running away, Soran. This place is Bansi now." Medici snorted, "He didn't kill me, is it because he wanted me to attract the attention of the City of Disaster? After all... I think many of my unintelligent descendants couldn't resist the temptation and became its food."

"Haha, but don't tell me that those guys who I have never seen and who may not have much of my blood will have any feelings for me. That would make me sick."

He coughed for a while, turned around and took the last step.

His body suddenly fell forward as if all his bones were pulled out, and hit the bulletin board. Medici used all his strength to knock the entire wooden board to the ground with a loud noise.

Medici narrowed his eyes, and was temporarily happy that his cornea had not decayed or fallen off. He saw that the previous words such as "forbidden..." were no longer on the notice board, and only one sentence appeared repeatedly.

"No intrusion into the real world without permission."

As soon as these black characters appeared, they were stained with blood and then gradually disappeared from the bulletin board.

Since there was only one sentence about the "City of Disaster" and nothing about himself, it proved that the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War had no time to deal with him and was wholeheartedly resisting the City of Disaster. Medici raised his head and took a few deep breaths, then stretched out his hand and wiped the line of words that had not yet appeared with his own blood.

Then, He used the simplest language He knew to write a line of words in the blank space with all His strength:

"Allow communication"

The moment this line of words was written, the entire sky of Saint-Milon suddenly became dark, as if night had fallen in a second.

There was no light in the sky. Blood-colored clouds floated in the black sky. All the buildings were shrouded in darkness. Saint Miron completely became the city that Medici was most unfamiliar with and most familiar with—a city hidden in the sea, gloomy, terrifying, and full of all kinds of strange events. This city was full of things that He had never seen and could not imagine the use of, and there were monsters walking around. Its entrance appeared on the sea a long time ago. Before Medici discovered it, many people had accidentally entered it.

Some of them did not return, and some brought back items, namely plague, pain, war, and great power.

Medici remembered that the Creator had said that the city was like an open Pandora's box, but there was no hope in it.

Strange footsteps began to appear in Medici's perception.

It was strange. He knew that his body had reached its limit. It was so rotten that he couldn't even move his fingers. He could only sit on the ground leaning against a wooden board. But at the same time, Medici felt that his mind was very clear, even relaxed. He was just trapped in the body and couldn't move.

"I always feel that after dying once, some concepts become very strange."

Medici said to himself:

"Look, before three people couldn't make a complete corpse, but now we can make flesh and containers as consumables." Just then, footsteps approached him from afar. A person walked towards Medici from afar as if he suddenly appeared. He looked up and saw that there was nothing on the other person's neck. He held a bloody head with the spine in his hands against his chest.

Disaster City wasn't like this before. When did it start liking this kind of low-level horror drama style? Medici thought aimlessly.

"Ancestors."

The man holding the head stopped two or three meters in front of Medici. His spine was shaking, and the head, which was rotten to the point that the gums were exposed, lay tilted in his palm, with his empty eye sockets looking in the direction of Medici.

Its hair does have a hint of red, but I don't know if that was the color of its hair when it was alive, or if it was the color of the blood that had clotted on it.

"We follow your orders."

"We have communicated with Him..."

"Are you coming to join us?"

……

Ouroboros paused and stopped before turning a corner. Suddenly, the glittering silver river of destiny appeared before his eyes.

This kind of proactive foreshadowing is not common, and generally represents an event that Ouroboros pays "special attention to".

A picture vaguely appeared in his mind. He saw that some high-sequence struggles were taking place in the direction of Feysac, involving war. At first glance, it seemed like changes caused by competition in the "Hunter" path. He instinctively felt that this symbol seemed to be related to Medici, but the vague uneasiness in his heart also indicated that Medici might not have a dominant position in this incident.

Did He lose the battle against another conqueror?

The opponent has a Level 0 Seal and a Sequence 2 to help, so it is normal for him to be at a disadvantage for a while. However, it is not yet the time for the battle that Medici had agreed with him. Medici is not someone who will change his plan at any time. Could it be that he was attacked by the opponent?
Ouroboros had his doubts, but the good luck and help he had left for Medici were enough, enough to give the miracle worker two resurrections. No matter what happened, he should be able to get through it safely.

At the moment, Will Auceptin was still playing a "little game" with Him. He was trying his best to find the uniqueness, while He was looking for this sequence one. They seemed to be chasing each other like this. He had only waited for this opportunity once since the Third Age. Even if it was not enough for Him to successfully accommodate the uniqueness, He could still go further. He really couldn't get away to see more details.

Just as He was about to continue looking for Will, Ouroboros suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if fate was reminding Him to "pay attention to what happened just now" - He had to calm down and feel it for a while, and this sight immediately made Ouroboros' eyes widen:
The "Original Witch" actually appeared next to Medici!
In just a moment of contact, the gray-black aura symbolizing disease fell on Medici's body, taking away a lot of vitality.

"The blessings I left for Him are exhausted..."

Ouroboros felt his heart in his throat for the first time in a long time.

But the crisis has not been resolved. Chick can now reach out and touch two Conqueror Extraordinary Characteristics... The Fool is not yet a true God. Bethel Abraham, who should be the one to receive Feysac, voluntarily gave up. Chick's action is definitely not an impulse... It may even be the best opportunity to make a fortune before the Fool wakes up. All of His enemies have lost their protection and are just a piece of meat to Him!

Ouroboros's expression gradually became calm and focused. Just as he was staring at the symbol of the "Original Witch" and trying to find something wrong, the scene in front of him suddenly became blurred, and then suddenly disappeared as if the signal was cut off.

The "Angel of Destiny" was stunned for a second.

Just when He was thinking whether Chick was going to shut the door and silence him, the omen of fate suddenly changed again:

This time, the omen of fate was much more violent and terrifying than before. For a moment, Ouroboros felt as if he was on a battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere. He saw the northern sky dyed blood red. Disasters and deadly diseases began to spread from there. Death, accompanied by the flames of war, burned all the way to the whole world. Even broken corpses floated on the waves, crashing against the shore wave after wave.

This is impossible for Chick to do - "uniqueness" is in Leodro's hands. Without uniqueness, even if he obtains three copies of Sequence One, he cannot become a symbol of war and disease at the same time!

In other words, what appeared there was...

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

As Ouroboros just uttered the first word of his honorific name, a voice came from somewhere:
"You cheated! You cheated!"

The sound was incredibly loud, and Will sounded furious, kicking his legs and slamming his stroller. His voice was still coming: "We agreed before that no one can ask Him for help! Ouroboros! You don't keep your word!"

"You don't keep your word! How could you do this!"

Ouroboros didn't intend to take Will's yelling to heart. He didn't pray to Klein to catch Will, but to let him see if the City of Disaster had invaded Feysac. After all, his own believers were there, so he had to take care of it no matter what. But just after Will said this, Ouroboros suddenly had a strange feeling - it seemed that Will was about to be dissatisfied with his behavior, no longer maintain fair competition, and was about to break the contract and leave - the "opportunity" he could feel was shaken!

The second word of the honorific name was stuck in his throat.

But Ouroboros did not give up. He immediately conveyed a message to those who had worshipped him in the Silver City, and then, feeling somewhat uneasy and nervous, he began to look for traces of Will again.

The other party is no longer in the original position.

……

"The City of Disaster has successfully invaded reality."

"Chike is taking a risk by doing this, but it has nothing to do with me. I just need to deal with the backlog of items on hand."

After observing Feysac's current situation, Edward immediately used the radio-like seal to convey a message to the high priest of the Church of the God of Death:
"How's your river digging going?"

After a while, the hoarse and low voice of the high priest came: "We need to wait a little longer."

TBC
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Forget it, let's think about the happy things, such as the fact that as Su Huan gets better, there are fewer people who curse this crappy book. (End of this chapter)