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

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One hour ago, Mausoleum No. 1.

boom!
After the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a narrow, irregular tunnel opening appeared at the edge of the underground space. Then, the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against the gravel on the ground came from far away, and a ragged, blood-stained man crawled out on his knees.

He entered the vast underground space with a crazy gleam in his eyes.

This person was the captain of the Extraordinary from Military Intelligence Department 9 who led the team to the mausoleum. He was soaking wet from head to toe, with his hair sticking to his forehead in clumps, as if he had just crawled out of the water. The epaulettes on his shoulders indicating his military rank had been lost at some point in time.

At the same time, a large hole appeared in the cloth at his knee, revealing the bloody skin that was worn by the rough ground. The powerful self-healing ability of the Middle-Sequence Beyonder seemed to be restricted by something. The wounds on his body sometimes healed at an extremely fast speed, and sometimes suddenly slowed down, even causing the blood scabs that had already formed to split open and bleed again, always maintaining a state of neither good nor bad.

After struggling to get out of the narrow tunnel, he brushed off the dust on his body and wiped the blood off his face.

The officer barely managed to stand up in the dark by holding onto the wall. He looked a little nervous, so he tidied up his appearance again, but no matter how hard he tidied up, he still looked very disheveled.

Then he reached into his arms and felt for the strange bottle that could answer his wish.

His fingertips touched the bottle in his arms, but he first felt the sticky and cold texture that did not belong to a glass bottle.

It was pitch black all around, but the officer seemed not to notice anything unusual about the item and simply reached out and took it out.

In his night vision, this object was no longer the harmless wishing bottle that could be found everywhere in small shops - the glass bottle was actually filled with suspicious red liquid. Although the cork at the mouth of the bottle was still well plugged in, the small cork seemed to have been soaked through. Even if you didn't shake it, the sticky, dark red substance continued to seep out from the cracks in the bottle, as if overflowing endlessly.

The sealed object looked like it had eaten its fill, and the thin piece of paper used to make a wish had been completely submerged in the bottle of terrifying red liquid. Wishes needed to be written on paper, and now it seemed as if the opportunity to ask for help had run out.

However, the officer didn't seem to care whether there was any more paper to write to him. He held the bottle that was constantly flowing with sticky red liquid and whispered:
"Light."

It was pitch black all around, and he needed light to guide him in the next direction.

Of course, he was a mid-sequence warrior, and with the potion's physical enhancement, he could clearly see the obstacles around him even in a completely dark place. But right now, it seemed a little different here. Deep underground, there was no light source, and there was a dense darkness everywhere that seemed impossible to dispel.

In this place, he could not see anything as if he was blind. He could only confirm that he had come to a spacious and dry space by listening carefully, feeling the surrounding walls, and feeling the temperature and humidity of the air.

After a long time, there was no light.

"Don't you have any more chips?" He subconsciously turned his head in this direction, with an indescribable emotion in his tone.

Although he couldn't see it, he clearly felt that the liquid in the glass bottle was slowly overflowing, flowing to his palm, then down along the back of his hand and between his fingers, dripping at the lowest end, leaving a drop of something that might be blood on the ground.

This thing was warmed by the temperature of his palm. In such a silent and tense environment, the officer was able to sense his own pulse by holding this thing tightly, as if he was holding a heart fragment that still had residual warmth in his hand.

Since this thing could no longer meet his needs, the officer threw the bottle on the ground.

He moved closer to the walls around him and moved forward carefully, feeling his way along the walls.

There seemed to be no danger here, and it was quite spacious, with a flat ground and relatively intact ground. As he walked, he touched a raised position on the wall, which seemed to be a candlestick on the wall, but there was no fire on him. As he walked, he counted in his mind, one, two, three... When he counted to the thirteenth candlestick, he suddenly stepped on empty air and almost fell down!
There is actually a big hole in such an absolutely dark environment!
Did the front collapse?

He retreated cautiously and groped the other side of the wall, where there was also a candlestick. When he counted to the fifteenth, he once again reached the edge of the big hole. While he was thinking, his spiritual intuition suddenly sketched out a picture:
This was originally a huge underground space, decorated like a palace. The dark and solid walls were carved with complex and mysterious patterns without any repetition. Long tables were placed on both sides, with various exquisite furnishings neatly placed in a certain number of gaps. The ground was covered with a scarlet velvet carpet embroidered with gold thread, leading straight to the front.

At the front was a three-story platform, in the center of which stood a gigantic chair that looked as if it were made of a single piece of black iron.

The scarlet carpet stretched to the front of the platform, like a coronation road.

A dark shadow with an unclear face was sitting on the throne. With every breath, the fire on the wall flickered.

Witnessing the solemn scene, the officer couldn't help but breathe lighter. Suddenly, the picture outlined by his spiritual intuition shook violently, as if someone was attacking this underground building.

The objects on the long table shook and fell to the ground, and the objects above also fell down. Then a huge thunder god exploded in his mind, and the lightning penetrated the solid mausoleum layer by layer. The last thunder as thick as a tree trunk directly hit the throne, blasting a huge hole in the ground. The majestic figure on the throne, and even the entire throne and the platform, all fell into the hole!
Do not!
He shouted in his heart, took a step forward unconsciously, and suddenly fell down.

……

"There is bad news and good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news, Barranca. Let me see how bad the situation can get."

"Oh, then there really is nothing worse than plowing now."

The speaker paused for a moment and said, "The worst news is just as you thought. The entire plate of the Southern Continent was almost devastated. The situation in Balam cannot be observed, but what is certain is that a large area of ​​land in the southern part of the Southern Continent was directly shattered. The territory of the Balam Empire is falling apart and becoming an archipelago close to the land."

"God said the sea water has turned black and is polluted. The good news is that it will not spread to our area."

"The direct earthquake wave reached us at the same time as Balam was attacked. More than 7% of the houses collapsed. Only the capital was in a better situation. God happened to be inspecting another city and successfully saved most of the people there. The rest... the casualties statistics have not yet been released. Conservatively speaking, the discomfort caused by the sudden earthquake and the collapse of the houses are enough to injure a Sequence werewolf."

“So, the damage to ordinary people can be imagined.”

"If you don't have time to escape, you will be injured. But our rescue will start immediately. You see, I didn't even have time to change my clothes."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will switch shifts with you after the report is finished."

"That's good. Only at this point can I feel that the 'prisoner' method is still somewhat useful."

"The poor medical conditions mean that the wounded cannot be effectively rescued for the time being. I have urgently approved the use of all medical resources. I will go back and take out the 'Earth' channel seal in the warehouse. Although reconstruction is not difficult, the residents are already suffering enough."

"Well, this is something that was expected - Mahmus? It's you, right? How come you passed by without telling me? Do you have time to count the casualties in the remote areas of the Highlands? You have time, right? Then I'll leave this job to you. Do it within two hours and provide rescue while you're at it. If you're short of manpower, you can directly use the local dead as zombies. The Highlands also have their own culture of death, and I believe that most people will not refuse the help of the dead."

“…” “Oh, yes, you are a disciple of silence, then I don’t blame you, just go to work.”

"There's also the reconstruction issue. To be honest, there are too many things to do this year. There are only two or three days left before the New Year. Can't we give everyone a few days of peace and quiet?"

"Our world is like this. I wasn't surprised at all when that guy lifted up the entire island as a weapon."

"I heard that the ritual was completed before Balam was destroyed."

"Well... I can't really tell whether it's better to be dead or alive, but right now our people don't want to die so much, so we'll have to rack our brains to keep this place going. Barranca, are you envious?"

There was a somewhat long silence.

"I'm not envious, but some residents are beginning to envy him. Although we blocked the news, some members of the sects and schools still told the story of Balam under great psychological pressure. It sounds good to die peacefully and painlessly."

Sigh.

"Or is it because there have been too many natural disasters during this period? Even the best psychiatrist might not know what to do when seeing this situation? - Well, let's not talk about these depressing things. Our extraordinary abilities are suitable, so it's better to speed up the reconstruction now."

"It's like when you finally have enough food to eat and a newly built house to live in, but a natural disaster suddenly strikes, such as an earthquake or tsunami that destroys all the food you've stored, and the house you've built collapses after just a few days of living in it. Everyone would be desperate. But if the government repairs the house and prepares food again, then people might see hope and have some courage again."

"Generally speaking, that's true, but no one can withstand continuous blows. Besides, are you sure those two gods won't throw anything at us if they get too excited?"

"That's really not guaranteed."

"To be honest, I originally had no idea about the power of gods, but this year I have become more and more aware of it. Perhaps the end of the New Year and the arrival of the doomsday in the prophecy are just a moment. We don't have time to do anything, and the world has already Cease to exist.”

"When did you become so pessimistic? I remember that you were not a fan of nihilism or existentialism before. You only believed in your own witchcraft and power."

“I’ve been more pessimistic lately.”

"Ha, didn't you notice that Sharon and Maric did a great job in the emergency rescue? The town they are in charge of is currently one of the few that can be contacted and still maintain a certain degree of order. I heard that Reinette is finally willing to do something."

"Your Highness Reinette... wasn't He assigned a responsible area at all?"

"He went to help his students. Well, I said that as long as Sharon's thoughts were done well, Renette would definitely show some support. Our school mainly relies on the master-disciple relationship to pass on the tradition, so Renette can only help with a pinched nose."

"sounds good."

"You are suffering from insufficient work. Go and change shifts."

"Ah."

……

The officer kept falling, and suddenly, he landed on the ground.

Surprised that he didn't fall to his death, he quickly stood up. In an instant, he saw a huge black figure in front of him, occupying the entire front and top of his vision. Compared with this figure, he seemed to be only as big as a finger.

Black shadows approached him from all directions, and without any external force, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"His Majesty……"

The officer immediately realized what he had seen and the identity of the being in front of him. His body was shaking. It was unclear whether it was because he was trembling in the face of a god, or because he was trembling with excitement due to his inner piety, or for some other reason.

After he knelt down, the shadow in front of him seemed to notice his presence, and a huge and indifferent gaze fell from a high place far away, landing on his bent back. The sight of the god seemed to have real weight, making him afraid to stand up. He dared not look directly at the god again, and could only lower his head further in the oppressive feeling from top to bottom and extreme obedience, letting his forehead touch the cold ground.

"Your Majesty, the Great Emperor, His Majesty Emperor George III!"

He lowered his head and did not realize that after he shouted out this honorific with all his courage, the tall black figure opposite him twisted.

He was unaware of it, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab, and he continued to shout:

"Our country has been controlled by the church. The church has all the right to interpret and speak. They bypassed the country, the parliament, and your wishes and directly introduced the Church of the Mother Earth, which caused Loen to suffer heavy losses in the previous war. They also spent a lot of time and money to maintain relations with the Renburg countries, maintain the absolute authority of the church, and do their best to reduce the existence of you and the royal power!"

"Your Majesty, our country has become the property of the church, and your subjects have become believers of the God of Thunder and Truth. People no longer fear the law, but regard the church's scriptures and precepts as the only guidelines!"

"It all started when you were restricted by the God of Thunder and Truth. You are not dead, but the legitimate emperor. However, you were imprisoned in the mausoleum. The Thunder Church purged a large number of nobles and royal family members. Now..."

Before he could finish what he was thinking, he heard the god snort coldly and heavily, and he dared not speak anymore.

This might be anger, or maybe it was impatience. He had no way of judging the god's thoughts. An ordinary middle-sequence extraordinary person who had never entered the palace and never received orders from George III did not dare to guess the emperor's thoughts.

"I will leave here and take back the country."

"I need you as the key to leave here."

TBC
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The officer was silent for a long time, and finally kowtowed heavily:

"Follow the orders of His Majesty the Emperor."