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

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The huge shadow was silent for two seconds after hearing this, and then laughed coldly, the sound sounded like gnashing teeth:
"Of course I don't mind forgiving your offense. After all, I have heard an old saying that the dead are the greatest."

Leodro also sneered. He had the upper hand over this incomplete Old One in terms of strength, but he also knew that his advantage was only temporary.

While they were arguing with each other, he clearly felt that the prayers of the believers that lingered in his ears all the time began to become distant and thin, so much so that his ears unexpectedly became somewhat quiet, as if a large number of people had abandoned his faith in an instant.

This actually made Leodro feel a rare sense of nostalgia.

After all, ever since he became a demigod, he had always heard the sound of prayers. It had been thousands of years.

It was such a long and short time.

He was simple and weak at that time, and he attached great importance to every one of his believers, even if they might only repay him for saving their lives, or believe in the human sun as well as believing in it. But like most saints who have believers for the first time, the young disaster priest would really try his best to meet the requests of his believers and help them whenever he was free.

He was once a cleric and a warrior, so he did everything his men did.

At that time, they beat hostile foreign tribes along the way. The ancient sun god beat the leaders of these foreign tribes, and they beat the diehards of these leaders, leaving only those who were friendly, kind, and did not mind living with humans.

They were running around the Eastern Continent, and the Ancient Sun God said that this was a sacred expedition, and then he would say something that none of them could understand. Whenever He started to say something strange, it meant that they would have some strange names next - such as naming their Beyonder army the Crusaders, and the names that seemed to have other meanings, such as "Monster" and "War Bishop". Everyone didn't understand what these words meant, but the secret peepers in the team always said that there seemed to be ancient mysteries in it, but there seemed to be none. In short, the Ancient Sun God must be right.

Leodro suddenly became alert.

He realized something interesting. He didn't know when it started, but even in his softest, most beautiful, and childish memories, he no longer subconsciously called the ancient sun god "Lord".

"…Who are you controlled by?"

The thunder pierced through the distorted space, leaving a terrifying space crack in the astral world. Leodro whispered:
"Cline Moretti?"

He thought of this guy's name with some disbelief.

Leodro had no feelings for the Lord of Mysteries, nor for the Lord of Mysteries' candidates, but he really didn't like Klein Moretti - or rather, when Leodro looked at Klein Moretti, he found that this kid who had climbed all the way from human to human was actually showing rebellion and hostility towards him. He found the other party's relatives and used his family to test him, and the subsequent reactions of the two mortals proved that it was indeed not the human Klein, but the will of the Lord of Mysteries.

In this case, the two humans were of no use. They were also his believers, so Leodero let them go.

"Why don't you let all the people of Loen die? If you don't let all the people of Feynaport die, it's because you're worried that the Earth Mother Goddess's state will collapse and cause the Fallen Mother Goddess to pass on more influence. Then why don't you take action against Loen?"

"What consequences are you worried about? Haha, what consequences are you, the great incarnation of the Old One, unwilling to bear?"

Lightning bolts belonging to the tyrant followed one after another, and the Son of Chaos immediately distorted its direction. In the runes below, dozens of people who were originally praising the emperor suddenly "awakened" and turned to pray to the God of Thunder in panic. In an instant, In an instant, all the distorted lightning gathered into the hands of the Son of Chaos. With a wave of his hand, he calmly returned all the powerful attacks that Leodro gave him!

Leodro swung his trident, shattering the lightning storm in front of him, and was very displeased.

If he were to say who he didn't want to fight, the "Black Emperor" and the "Judge" would definitely be at the top of the list. His experience in the Fourth Epoch told him that the actual combat capabilities of these guys were a mystery, but their conceptual combat capabilities were all very impressive. From Solomon to Trunsoest to Alistair Tudor, none of them were normal. It turned out that after working for a long time to make laws, one would feel that he had the ability to command the entire world.

But the sailors themselves do not need to rely on extraordinary strength to cause effective damage, and those shadows still have substance even if they spread in all directions.

He ignored the faint whispers in his ears, raised his weapon high and pointed it at the sky, and the dense thunder formed a large net, which fell from the entire sky, driving the flowing "Shadow of Order" into his large net like a skilled fisherman driving fish. No matter how much legislation was made to prohibit thunder, no matter how much bribery was used, there was always an endless supply of thunder to imprison the Son of Chaos in the center of the thunder net.

When the Son of Chaos wanted to continue to distort space, one of Leodro's eyes suddenly turned brass-colored. Then, the "bribes" of both sides collided with each other. Leodro bribed the other side with lightning to be struck by lightning safely, and the Son of Chaos bribed Leodro with "Mysterious Weakening Here" to give up lightning and fight with him in close combat. Leodro's strength was slightly stronger, so the bribes of both sides almost ended in a tie, and the Son of Chaos was hit by lightning more.

The sound of flowing water pierced the sky. The conceptual sea water condensed the majesty of a tyrant. As soon as it appeared, it was a wave even bigger than the tsunami that almost hit the land just now.

The vast ocean roared, and the strong wind blew away the golden words that were condensing in the air. The sea water forcefully occupied most of the star realm.

Could it be that the Lord of Mysteries would threaten the Son of Chaos and forbid all of Loen from being left alive?

Leodro was even more upset with Klein. If that was Klein, then He neither supported everything he did for Rune, nor stood completely against him, and He also prevented the Son of Chaos from doing whatever he wanted. What exactly did He want to do?
A boy who is indecisive even after gaining power.

In his subsequent divination, he confirmed that the "gate" that appeared and blocked him when he tried to reoccupy the highlands as a colony was Klein Moretti. He didn't know how the Demon of Knowledge allowed him to temporarily obtain the power of the "gate", and afterwards, he was able to live in relative peace with Bethel Abraham.

Although he has the power to decide the balance, he seems unwilling to do anything out of line with either side. Although he is a god with his own principles and beliefs, he seems to be restrained in everything he does, fearing that he will cause harm.

...is annoying.

There is no way in this world to get what you want without hurting others. To Leodro, Klein's behavior was just a naive guy trying to do something blindly.

——Of course, concepts and experiences are vastly different. Even if Klein told Leodro his thoughts, it would be absolutely impossible for the latter to understand, and he would even think it was an unreasonable prank.

Suddenly, a sudden chill ran through his spine, and just as he was fighting the Son of Chaos with all his strength, another force suddenly joined the battlefield!
Suddenly, an old human in strange clothes appeared in front of him. His appearance was abrupt and inconspicuous, but the moment he appeared, Leodero's attention was uncontrollably drawn to him, as if the other party was his nemesis.

Leodro suddenly remembered where he had seen the other person before.

In Intis!

The old man tapped the sea water with the bamboo stick in his hand, and instantly the sea water retreated uncontrollably in all directions.

He raised his head and gave a somewhat stiff smile.

Leodro felt relieved, but then he became nervous again. The Hidden Sage was not easy to deal with.

……

During their expedition, wherever they went, a large number of humans would be rescued and would actively follow in their footsteps, so their daily diet and daily life became the biggest difficulty.

He needs to make pure water, separate seawater into water and pure sea salt needed for life, he needs to gather rain, go to the sea and call on marine life to jump into the fishermen's nets, and stop the evil elves in the sea from secretly causing tsunamis.

What's more, in the team at that time, high-sequence members of the "Storm" path were extremely precious, and he was the only one, so he was even more loved.

Later, he became a brave and warlike wind angel. Although he gradually began to ignore his believers, no longer eating and living with them, and no longer listening to their needs, he still tried his best to let them live a good life. - Even now that Leodero has become a "tyrant", he can still confidently and arrogantly say to those who question him and the gods:
"I have always been protecting my believers, and I will use my own way to make their lives better."

"They don't need to think, and they can't refuse, because the choices I make for them are all correct."

Leodero felt that he had done nothing wrong, both in the past and in the present.

"I am not like you. I don't have the power to protect them."

……

I don’t know when faith began to have an effect.

In this era, in this world, belief in gods is universal, the only difference is which god one believes in. But in fact, belief is a very complicated thing.

After all, according to the common sense of the extraordinary world, as long as a person has the most basic and simple impression of the identity of others, he is enough to be called the "anchor" of this person. If that were the case, then all the people in the world were once the anchors of the Seven Gods, and the Seven Gods also shared the world's population to stabilize their status. It seems that there is no need to fight each other and constantly open up new lands of faith.

But in fact, anchors are obviously divided into useful and useless. If a person wants others to understand him, he only needs to leave his name. If he wants others to understand what he has done, he needs some biographies to let future generations know that he has done such things.

If you want to go a step further and let others understand your personality, character, hobbies, likes and dislikes, you need to record more and more detailed things, or even tell others directly "I am a kind person."

In this way, the classification of anchors becomes obvious.

If we let God explain the role of "faith", it is to let a group of people live in an atmosphere of "knowing themselves" from childhood. When a large number of people who know God's deeds and personality and offer stable prayers gather together for a long time, a corresponding culture will be formed.

In this way, people will naturally have a very intuitive stereotype of the gods they believe in, as they are passed down from generation to generation and influenced by what they see and hear. For example, when they see believers of the Night, they think they should be gentle and kind, and emotionally stable; when they see believers of the Thunder, they think they are irritable and brainless; when they see believers of the God of War, they think they are aggressive; believers of the God of Knowledge are studious and despise fools; when they see believers of the Mother Earth, they naturally think that they are mostly women, have some medical skills, and are kind and loving...

In a sense, different cultural circles also reflect the personalities of gods.

It is not enough to just know one's name, the anchor the gods need is mortals who have some understanding of their personalities. Therefore, these stereotypes that are displayed will eventually become people's stereotypes of a particular deity, which is what the gods want.

They can intuitively control believers' impressions of themselves by adjusting the content of scriptures, deleting or adding stories, modifying rituals and honorific names, and issuing oracles to ensure that the believers' imagined selves are always most similar to their real selves.

This is what faith is for.

……

"The Astral Plane does not belong to any one god, so no one can exert a large-scale influence on this place."

A piece of ancient parchment scroll appeared in the air above the starry sky, with black words glowing with golden light quickly appearing on it.

The Son of Chaos issued a rule that seemed to have no benefit to either side. In an instant, the sky of the star realm dimmed, and the stars that symbolized the gods in the sky became dim one by one, as if covered by a veil, or hidden by some power. Only the light ball at the top was shining brightly, and the power of the Lord of the Star Realm enveloped this area.

Leodro suddenly felt a sense of danger. The Son of Chaos took the initiative to strengthen God's control over the astral world in order to force him to take back his power and even return to the real world to fight. He only had two options left: either return to reality, mobilize the ocean, ignore the living people in Loen, and directly betray his bottom line of "protecting followers", or continue to fight with them in the astral world. As an omniscient and omnipotent God of the Five Paths, what would happen if he stayed in the astral world for a long time and used extraordinary abilities in large quantities? No one dared to imagine what would happen.

After forcing back Leodero's thunder and waves, the huge shadow of the incarnation of the Son of Chaos gradually shrank towards the center and turned into a huge, illusory human-shaped outline.

Countless halo-like things appeared above the "head" of the human figure, suspended in the air, and the parchment scroll floated in front of Him.

"Oh, He is the Lord of the Star Realm, and the Star Realm is at the highest point of this planet."

"Since when, all beings who have become gods must leave their symbols and marks in the astral world. Don't you think this is strange?"

A crescent-shaped crack appeared on the shadow's head, like a strange smile: "Imprint your symbol on His territory... Hehe, I just borrowed George Augustus' identity to become a god, just to show you, now I want to take back my symbol."

The Hidden Sage on the other side seemed far less agile and intelligent than the Demon of Knowledge. Currently, he only used the power of the "Secret Peer" path, and it seemed that he lacked the real accumulation of the "Craftsman" path. Even the "Mysterious Reappearance·Water Control" that had appeared before was not as powerful as the Demon of Knowledge. However, the Hidden Sage could not actively pursue the extraordinary power of the "Reader", which could only be remotely controlled by the Demon of Knowledge behind the scenes.

He was looking at Leodro with an inquiring look, as if a scholar had an instinctive curiosity about something.

But his joining directly broke the barely achieved balance between Leodero and the Son of Chaos, and as a result, Leodero's defeat would only continue to accelerate.

TBC
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Leodro's face was expressionless.

The thought that kept popping up in my mind was, "He made the worst choice. He did not serve as an external aid to the Tarot Club or as a subordinate God to the Fool. Instead, He chose to strike at Lunburg, become a dual-path true God, and establish his own country of believers, because He is the proudest tyrant." What should I do? I can't hold it in any longer as I write.