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

Chapter 619: Destruction
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"You're still taking a long time." Edward said, "How much more do you need to do? Another guest has arrived early. How about I go and help you guys?"

High Priest Haitel rolled his eyes and turned to look at the bustling construction site behind him: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we didn't plan to finish all this before the New Year. Even though everyone is united now, we still have only a quarter of the progress left."

“How long will it take to dig this?”

"It won't be long," said Heiter. "Tonight, or after dawn tomorrow."

Edward glanced at his watch, then at the sky that looked like a flaming fire in the distance, and took a photo as a souvenir: "Isn't this pretty fast? From what you just said, I thought we would have to wait until next week."

"Not for long."

The high priest seemed to be answering Edward's words, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "We don't want to wait any longer. Every blade of grass and every life in this country, whether it has divinity or not, is looking forward to the arrival of eternal peace."

"This is the promise He made to us thousands of years ago when Balam was founded... and now it is finally coming true."

……

"Dude, are you going to dig the river today too?"

In a restaurant in Balam that serves a lot of alcohol, the blond bartender brought large glasses of local fruit wine and the newly brought Lilangqi from the port on a wooden tray, and greeted his regular customers: "You have to work during the day and participate in voluntary labor at night. You are really busy..."

He whistled: "This glass of fruit wine is for you. What would you like for dinner? Would you like mint leaves?"

The regular customer who had just sat down combed his black hair. He was a typical southern continental person, well-dressed, and looked educated. He gave the bartender a friendly but reserved smile, nodded, and said:

"One pork chop, one tortilla."

"Anderson, give me some mints too. I have a lot of work to do later. I haven't slept for half the night and need to be refreshed."

"no problem."

Anderson turned around gracefully, threw the Lilangqi in his hand like a juggler, and accurately delivered it to another table, and then turned around to report the customer's request to the kitchen. After doing all this, he had no other work, so he also took his own glass and poured a small glass of the same fruit wine, and leisurely walked to the regular customer with a small dish of fresh mint leaves, and stood by the table to chat with him.

Balam's fruit wine is pure fruit fermentation, with a low alcohol content, which will not make adults drunk, and has a certain degree of refreshing effect. The taste is similar to "Gwadar", suitable for all ages. Therefore, it can even be used as a daily drink, and even companies don't mind providing some of this kind of drinks to help employees restore their energy.

"How are you doing lately?" Anderson toasted to a regular customer in the air and joked, "Volunteering makes you look healthier."

The regular customer smiled modestly, took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit wine to whet his appetite while waiting for the main course, and picked up a mint leaf and put it in his mouth, chewing it hard to bring out the cool and refreshing taste.

"I have been touched by the labor during this period, and we all worked together to get the answers at the right time."

He spoke in a very literary manner, and he also had a bit of the feeling of someone from the Northern Continent:

"Praise death, praise God, may we all find final peace."

Anderson did not believe in any gods in the current world, but he never minded pretending to believe in gods wherever he went to help him quickly gain the trust of people around him. In the past few months in the southern continent, he had accepted the differences in customs and got used to the "good luck" kind of blessings. Anderson smiled without revealing any flaws and politely wished the other party a good sleep.

As long as you open your heart wide enough, then how can wishing you a good death not be considered a blessing? Even if you don't plan to have a good death now.

After finishing speaking, Anderson lowered his voice and asked in a low voice:
"By the way, brother, do you still want to go to the Northern Continent to make a lot of money?"

"To be honest, I just happen to have a connection. A friend of mine who makes a living on the sea has a private boat that is willing to make a round trip to transport goods, and he can take us along. Hey, the two sides have been closed to shipping for quite a while, and I kind of miss my friends over there."

It took Anderson a lot of effort to contact Edwina. Vice Admiral Iceberg rarely sailed after Lunburg was merged into Loen. It was said that the merger of the church led to a change in functions. The Thunder Church already had many "captains" and did not need a "pirate captain" who originally belonged to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to lead his team of extraordinary people on the sea as a time bomb.

What's more, the "captain" who was released to digest the potion was prone to mutiny.

After all, there are many opportunities on the sea, and it is much faster than accumulating merits in the church. But after being a pirate for a long time, you really become a pirate.

"...If Edwina wasn't really devoted to studying history and only focused on adventures at sea, not being attacked and not attacking others, then the Thunder Church wouldn't have allowed them to continue their short adventures at sea so easily..."

Anderson was feeling sorry for Edwina's "friendly price" of 20 pounds for the boat ticket, but he heard that this old acquaintance in front of him, who had originally wanted to go to the Northern Continent to make money, rejected his proposal:

"No thanks."

"Anderson, I have decided to stay here. I am a Balam man, and staying here to face the end is my destiny and fate."

Hmm? It's rare to see such believers who really die if God wants you to die! Anderson was a little surprised:

"But if you stay here, won't you... Hey, brother, I know you have a very firm and devout faith, but you are only nineteen years old, and you haven't even dated the girl you like, why - there is no need to end your life so quickly, right?"

"Why not? At the end of the day, we will be watched by God."

"But...what happens after you watch? Your life has just begun."

"My life is not important, but I can leave with God when it ends."

...Anderson was stunned. He could understand the other person's thoughts a little bit, but he couldn't understand them completely. At least he felt that most people in this world would not think of ending their lives when their lives were full of hope. Fortunately, the kitchen informed him that the meal the guest had just ordered was ready. He thought about it briefly on the way back and forth, and decided to respect, not understand, and bless the choices of these Balam people.

"Yes, I hope you can find happiness in that moment."

"Thank you."

Anderson brought the meal over, winked at the other party, and then prepared to greet others: "Enjoy your meal."

Honestly speaking, Anderson didn't have a deep relationship with this guest whom he had known for half a year. He was a mature hunter and explorer. The other party's suicide might not make him as sad as the loss of someone to share Edwina's boat ticket.

"I have to leave as soon as possible... Edwina said she will be here in the next two days. This place is going to be destroyed. I have to leave quickly." He thought.

Just when he was about to walk away, he was stopped by the other party.

“By the way, Anderson, my job is actually the property notary for the city government. You know, we all plan to follow in God’s footsteps and leave, so the relics most people want to take with them are the bones of their family members. As a result, there are a lot of useless gold and silver left…” Anderson’s ears pricked up.

The regular customer opened the folder he brought with him and took out a few sheets of paper:
"Gold and silver are used to intimidate spirits. You can carry them at other times, but not now. You are one of my few friends. My family is long gone, so I plan to give you my property. It's not much, and I'll make a list when the time comes. If you're willing to accept it, just sign it. Also, there are a lot of people who want to give away their gold and silver. You've worked here for half a year. You're friendly and work hard. You're a pagan friend of ours. I can help you get it."

"I am a very open-minded person. If you don't want to die, I will wish you to live a more comfortable life."

...Anderson didn't know what to say for a moment. Facing such kindness, he smiled bitterly and wiped his nose uncomfortably: "Thank you, but I don't have much to give you. I'm just a waiter. I also gained a lot of wealth in my adventures, but I had bad luck for a while before, and I lost everything I earned."

"You're welcome. You helped me out in the restaurant and I'm always grateful to you."

At the end, the young man, who was not even 20 years old and had already decided to die, smiled shyly:
"Also, I proposed to her yesterday and she agreed. We can hold hands and welcome that moment together."

"Bless us, my friend, I am very happy."

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"Are you coming to join us?"

Medici wanted to scratch his head after hearing this. He didn't understand why the City of Disaster had become so unique and trendy during the time since he had died. Not only did it adopt the style of a magical haunted house, but the employees inside also spoke in such a disjointed manner.

Is this a provocation or a threat? I don't seem to feel anything.

Should he answer or pretend he didn't hear it? Medici was a little unsure.

He recalled the memory of his previous contact with the other party, but at that time the City of Disaster was not as active as it is now. It simply and rudely expressed its dissatisfaction with Medici's desire to control it, and tried to swallow Medici as soon as it came into contact.

And under the "mediation" of the ancient sun god, Medici would be fine no matter how dissatisfied the City of Disaster was.

Even though the contact with the source material was forced to be postponed again and again, Medici still succeeded in stealing some power from that contact, got a number from the source material, and obtained a mark that was useless most of the time and only looked good.

Now this mark is finally useful - the flag is heating up between his eyebrows, as if it is interacting with the surrounding environment, and Medici does not feel that he is being eroded or gradually losing consciousness.

He stared at the head held horizontally in his hand. The other person was standing a few meters away, giving him a sinister smile.

Seeing that Medici hadn't answered, the smile on the red-haired head widened, and the corners of the mouth opened all the way to the ears. The red muscle fibers were pulled in the cracks as the smile and opening of the mouth moved, and the head's mouth opened and closed:
"Why are you so weak?"

"That witch almost killed you."

"You can no longer make us in awe..."

The other person's smile became more and more terrifying, his mouth had cracked to the limit, as if his entire jaw would fall off in the next second.

After the head finished speaking, a strange chuckle came from somewhere. The chuckle repeated and overlapped, sometimes close and sometimes far away, becoming increasingly sharp. It was as if countless invisible people were surrounding Medici, and as if the entire city was laughing at the angel king who had fallen all the way from being the closest to Sequence 0 to now only having a Sequence left and was severely injured.

The black windows on the buildings turned into mouths, from which billowing thick smoke turned the sky dark.

They gathered towards the city center, like a moving wall, approaching Medici, trying to swallow up the angel.

Medici was speechless:
"So what have you accomplished in Bansi? Tell me about it. Is the lightning storm in the giant octopus's head fun? Do you want me to chant His name now? Oh, His name is not enough, I have to chant God's name, so that He can come and give us all some fun?"

Judging from the time, the invasion of the City of Disaster into reality should have been noticed by all the high-sequences. Medici didn't know whether they would take any action, but Klein had to let his clone open his eyes and take a look at the situation.

He sneered and fell onto the wooden board behind him like a loser:
"It's been a while. If you're still mad, just swallow me up."

"Today I will eat me and the emperor, tomorrow I will eat Chick, the day after tomorrow I will kill the old octopus and eat the Red Priest's uniqueness alive, and the day after tomorrow I will return in the form of the old days and bump fists with God and the Fool. Whoever loses will be the other's dog."

After saying this, Medici saw that the smile on the head's face did not shrink, but became even more weird.

Medici was reluctant to attack God and Klein. If the other party did not respond, Medici would have to find another way. Medici thought about it and said sarcastically:
"Chike can drive you too?"

The head did not answer. Instead, it suddenly put on an even weirder smile and spoke in the tone of a younger generation of the family:
"Ancestors."

"You can gain power,"

"Pay, what?"

Of course, Medici couldn't just lay out his chips, even if he looked very down and out. He threw the question back:
"what do you want?"

The head smiled and replied, "Everything."

As he spoke, the world around Medici suddenly changed.

His mind was blurred for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he found himself holding a long sword in his hand, wearing black and red armor, riding on a horse and facing the charging Beyonder army. He immediately understood what he was going to do, so he led his army to tear through the enemy's defense like a sharp knife. He laughed and reaped all the lives around him, regardless of gender, age or status.

His sight turned again, and he realized that he had just completed a suppression and massacre.

It's time to clean up the mess, everything is over. Now the sky is burning red from the raging fire, the earth is scalding hot, and blood-red steam is rising. The command of "kill the enemy on sight" echoes in people's hearts over and over again, and everyone enjoys this plunder and trampling from the bottom of their hearts.

Some of these memories were ones that Medici possessed, and some that he did not remember.

Only countless wars, destructions and massacres are the main themes of these fragmented memories. The sky is always shrouded in dark clouds that seem to be the foreshadowing of destruction, ominous stars shine, and plague and death follow closely behind, gently filling every trench and ruin.

What remains unchanged is that Medici always appears in these strange fragments of memory as the party that inflicts disasters. Those tyrannical, happy, and ecstatic emotions surround him, urging him to become the messenger of disaster and the embodiment of destruction.

TBC
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Disaster walks the earth.

(End of this chapter)