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

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Despite the action, the Original Witch still chose to use the power of the City of Disaster and the breath of 0-01 that broke the seal to hide herself.

As an assassin, He wants to fight in the way He is most familiar with, planning 0-01.

It was impossible to defeat the Thunder God, as He had never drunk the potion called "Arrogance". And if the Thunder God died, there would be little chance of winning the 0-01 battle with the two beings on the opposite side, unless both of them felt that this thing was full of pollution from non-original source materials and could not be contained, which was really an eyesore.

Chick thought that this possibility was more likely due to his luck. Moreover, he did not plan to join the battle immediately. Even though he wanted to get 0-01 in his hands right away, he still tried to suppress his impulsive emotions and stay out of it as much as possible.

If you need to fight, then become an assassin and find an opportunity to kill with one strike;

If there is no need to fight, just quietly pick up 0-01 after the other person has finished fighting.

As a true god, and the god who is best at hiding himself among many, Chike's concealment and plan were originally considered flawless, and the only question mark was whether he could successfully pick up 0-01. However, there was a huge variable in his currently perfect plan - in order to be able to successfully pick up 0-01, he brought 0-02 with him.

The Brass Book of Trunsoest - this is the most useful, practical and best-used seal that He currently has.

But this seal is also the uniqueness of the Judge. Therefore, even if no one realized that Chike had sneaked into the astral world, the spirit of the Son of Chaos had a slight sense, as if he felt that the authority of his other path appeared nearby.

Therefore, He naturally guessed whether the Primordial Witch was hiding somewhere in the Star Realm. The Son of Chaos never thought that the guy who used despicable means to seize his authority would dare to appear in front of him. At this moment, he guessed that the other party wanted to wait for an opportunity to act, which made him more angry. Facing the relentless pressure of the God of Thunder, He could not spare the energy to search in the entire Star Realm, but he could still give orders. Amid the rolling thunder and the sound of waves, the humanoid creature coldly ordered:
"Give me back my uniqueness!"

His words became law, iron rules, and something that had to be obeyed.

Leodro was slightly stunned. The Thunder God, who had never touched the source, was still half a second behind in this regard. Although He knew that as long as He took out 0-01, the Original Witch would definitely come, He really didn't expect that she would come so soon!

This is really...an unexpected surprise.

Before Chick could stand firm and distinguish between friend and foe, these words suddenly turned into a mountain-like burden pressing down on him!
Bang! The black silk on his head expanded and grew after being hit, turning into countless black venomous snakes, but Chike did not obey the order immediately. He chose to resist and use the power of the brass book to escape this "decree". This naturally made the Son of Chaos, who legislated, furious, and severe punishment was immediately issued - His snake hair suddenly broke off one after another, and the black-scaled venomous snakes did not have time to wail, and precise cracks appeared between their heads and bodies. The snake heads broke off from the neck one after another, and the length of each one was exactly the same!
Behead!

These things were part of the mythical creatures, and they exploded into black mist as soon as they lost their connection with the body. In an instant, the Original Witch was surrounded by black mist that condensed into curses and plagues.

Although it looked only slightly damaged, under the influence of the law, these conceptual snakes should not be able to repair themselves, and they became scars that weakened the opponent for a period of time. However, at this moment, the flesh and blood on the broken part of the snake body were wriggling, constantly spraying black mist. Under the resistance of the law and the power of the City of Disaster, a new snake head quickly grew out, which was exactly the same as the original one.

Although the damage was not great, at most it was just some flesh wounds that would recover quickly, the Original Witch was forced to emerge from hiding.

As soon as she appeared, the original witch looked at the son of chaos with resentment. Her idea was obviously beneficial to the son of chaos, but she was attacked by the other party without explanation. Now that it was impossible to hide again, the ice crystal grew into a transparent dagger in her palm. She held the dagger in her hand and hid it in her sleeve, making it impossible to judge the direction of the knife.

For a time, Chick's strategic position became quite awkward.

Anyone could see what His purpose was in coming here, and both sides were wary of and disgusted with Him who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The Original Witch accepted her fate, sighed helplessly, and then looked at Leodro, or rather, at 0-01 who was held in Leodro's hand.

After a few seconds of greedy and longing eyes, He cast His gaze towards the huge shadow in the distance. His eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness, and looked weak and pitiful, which made people want to soften their voices and forgive this beautiful girl who had only done something wrong.

However, the presence of a "goddess of beauty" neutralized the witch's charm. This goddess, who could compete with the witch in beauty, paid attention to the uninvited guest's every move and was wary of his behavior.

Just as everyone knew Chik's purpose, the Son of Chaos shifted all his attention from the God of Thunder and the Mother Goddess of Earth to Chik the moment Chik appeared.

For Him, Chick is currently the most profitable hunting target.

"...You are a coward who stole my authority and offended the emperor's majesty. You should get out of here and pray that I will let you live a little longer."

"But greed and your instinctive pursuit of uniqueness as a carrier of Beyonder characteristics still brought you here. In order to reward you for your voluntary return of the Codex, I will grant you an intact corpse."

There was an obvious hint of laughter in the voice of the Son of Chaos, cold and angry.

This is probably somewhat ironic. Leodro, who sealed Him in the mausoleum, was disdained by Him because of his own path and a destiny that anyone with a discerning eye could see. The Son of Chaos did not want to expose his full abilities, nor did he want to waste time fighting the Earth Gods. Rather than fighting them, it was more important to guard against the Lord of Mysteries and the Omniscient One.

If the Hidden Sage was looking for a sparring partner for him to practice with, and he was still somewhat vigilant, then the Son of Chaos was just playing it down. The Hidden Sage was willing to come up and consume the enemy, just as He wished. He had no interest in fighting for territory on Earth, and was even happy to watch the show.

However, Chick's appearance suddenly changed the Son of Chaos's casual and contemptuous attitude. As an incarnation of the source, a will of the old days, He showed targeted anger.

The Mother Goddess of Earth suddenly felt horrified and wanted to retreat, but when she thought about how Chick had strangely become the shared destiny of her side, what if the uniqueness was taken away and the other party forcibly connected the source essence... Lilith felt that she could neither retreat nor advance.

Under such a terrifying feeling of oppression, the Mother Goddess of Earth felt her temples aching, and Leodro seemed to have given up paying attention to the situation here. The thunderstorm and information were completely entangled with each other, the electric current destroyed the information structure, and the information modified Leodro's extraordinary power. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was better, but then, the trident stabbed suddenly, as if it had cut something.

——The space in front of the Hidden Sage's eyes seemed to suddenly become a little bigger, and a little red moon light came from somewhere.

……

"You can make a wish to me." said the wandering magician.

"...My brother and I's home collapsed in a previous bombing and is currently being rebuilt. My wish is to restore it to its original state." The man who had rolled up his sleeves and was cleaning up construction debris on the ground did not look back, but answered with a slightly cold tone.

His brother laughed when he heard this, pushed the man's shoulder, and said with a wry smile:
"Okay, Ollie, they're just joking to make us happy. Don't push things you don't want to do onto others. Clear the bricks here. If you don't set up the tent, you'll have nowhere to sleep later."

This is no easy task.

Apparently, the man named Ollie didn't really take the wandering magician's words to heart. He just responded sullenly and bent down to continue working. He picked up the jagged rubble with both hands and moved it to the other side. They had no tools and just repeated this inefficient labor. The degree of shattering of the ruins in front of them made it difficult to imagine that there was a two-story single-family house here.

His brother was recycling useful materials when he suddenly pulled his hand back as if he had been scalded, and a faint trace of blood appeared on a nail that was nailed into the wooden board in front of him.

The wandering magician watched the brothers' efforts for a while, then asked as if to confirm, "Is your wish to restore this place?"

"Are you serious?" Another person said in surprise, holding his index finger. "My friend, you are not a rich man, a noble son, who can directly call a construction team to help us repair the house? We appreciate your kindness, but you don't even have a blueprint..."

"I have no title."

The wandering magician shook his head and waited for Ollie's answer.

Ollie lifted a stone. He had repeated this action countless times. Even a strong adult man felt exhausted. There were dried or fresh blood on his fingertips and between his fingers. The pain became numb, but it was still there. He looked at the ruins in front of him, the mountains of construction waste and the scene that two people could not possibly clean up. Perhaps he felt frustrated and desperate in the face of reality, so he turned around and looked at the wandering magician behind him seriously.

"Yes!"

“To restore our home, that’s my wish.”

The wandering magician raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile:

"Well, your wish has come true."

Ollie laughed out loud, amused by the clumsy magic performance of this wandering magician. He also felt that his seriousness and expectation just now were also very funny. It was the first time that he laughed from the bottom of his heart after encountering a series of tragedies. After laughing, he wanted to thank this magician who at least made him laugh seriously, but he heard his brother suddenly scream out of tune. Ollie was startled, he turned his head suddenly, and with a bang, his forehead hit the rusty metal door plate.

He cursed instinctively, but immediately his eyes widened. Then, like a rusty puppet, he slowly raised his head, and a well-maintained two-story building came into his sight. It was a house that he was extremely familiar with, a house that he had spent many years of savings to build.

Ollie stood outside the door in a daze, while his brother, who was originally standing inside the ruins, suddenly appeared directly inside the house. The other party ran to the door from inside, shouting and screaming. The two of them subconsciously looked at each other and found the same confusion in each other's eyes.

"I didn't drink..."

Ollie stared and muttered, looking like he was drunk and hallucinating, but the big bump on his head was already red and swollen. He reached out his hand carefully to touch his forehead, and then reached out to touch the houseplate that made him see stars - it was the one he picked and nailed on when the house was completed.

Every pattern and groove is so familiar.

"Really, really..." He kept muttering to himself like a madman.

His brother did not respond, but after dancing and making some incomprehensible onomatopoeia, he suddenly spread his legs and rushed back to the house, touching the walls and the door. Ollie made similar movements and finally confirmed that the house he was rebuilding had returned to its original appearance, which made him surprised, happy and scared.

At this moment, his brother suddenly spoke:

"Your wish came true, so can I make a wish too? That magician, that magician..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran, sprinting towards the door. They rushed out, looking eagerly outside.

However, the wandering magician in a black robe and a tall hat had long disappeared, and no one knew when he left.

Ollie and his brother looked around, feeling both relieved and as if they had lost something.

Miracles are happening secretly in the streets and alleys.

The wandering magician who spread miracles was like an excellent tailor and cement worker. He made house after house rise from the ground again, and repaired broken and collapsed families one after another with his own hands and spiritual threads, but he still seemed unsatisfied.

"But if this is the case... there will be another disaster in the future, and people will die again, and the secret doll will not be spared..."

"It's not enough, but..."

The wandering magician stopped. Behind him were towering buildings, and in front of him were still endless ruins and broken walls.

He felt lost, with a strong sense of sadness blocking his chest, and another impulse made him want to raise his hand. As long as he snapped his fingers, the entire Backlund would be restored to its original state, and even the corpses under the wood and stones would stand up and laugh.

But before he could make up his mind, a prayer for help suddenly appeared in his ears.

……

Along the corridor, a giant dragon dressed in a white doctor's uniform walked slowly.

Its body lines were symmetrical and beautiful, and its long golden horns had spiral patterns. Its smooth scales of gold and silver reflected the dim light in the corridor, and its wings folded behind it were lightly attached to its streamlined back. Even when it was walking, it did not knock over any of the surrounding furnishings, and every distance seemed to have been carefully calculated. It was clearly a giant several meters tall walking in the narrow corridor, but it gave people the feeling that it was a well-mannered human taking a quiet stroll.

Relying on the special nature of dreams, Audrey imagined her own complete form of a mythical creature and changed her appearance in the dream.

Sure enough, in this way, the dream continued to be open to her.

When you reach the end, a door appears in front of the dragon.

Audrey then focused her attention and turned her green eyes to the room on the left.

The door opened automatically, revealing a half-open sun room.

Pursing her lips again, Audrey reached out and grasped the door handle with steady breathing.

As the wooden door opened back, the scene inside was gradually revealed.

This is no longer a room. The ground is filled with round stones and clumps of green and black weeds. The depths are dark and cannot be seen clearly.

Audrey walked in slowly, and the door creaked shut behind her.

In the darkness, the outlines of some things were quickly outlined:
A huge stone pillar several dozen meters high stood, with a slender lizard-like monster perched on top.

This monster squatted on the top of the stone pillar, just like a hill. Its body was covered with huge gray-white stone scales, and its eyes were pale golden and vertical.

This is a giant spiritual dragon from mythology.

With a crash, the two wings of the spiritual dragon spread out, almost covering the sky.

Slightly different from the complete form imagined by Audrey, their skeletons are like metal and leaf veins, covered with a gray membrane with mysterious patterns. They are not gorgeous, but full of the unique charm of fantasy and mythical creatures.

Audrey looked up at it, just like the ancestors of mankind looking up at the giant dragon flying in the sky from the ground.

As Audrey looked up, the giant psychic dragon was also looking at the young "dragon". Neither side spoke, maintaining an eerie harmony.

But at this moment, Audrey's body suddenly shrank back into human form. Long also moved his body slightly, facing Audrey's direction, with his pupils erected, as if alert to something appearing.

The door at the end of the corridor behind him suddenly opened again. The wooden door opened slightly, revealing the visitor:

An old but energetic scholar appeared outside the door, holding a book Audrey had never seen before.

"Grossell's Travels"

what is this?
This book, I seem to have heard of it somewhere... Audrey was curious, but saw Hermes looking at her, smiling and nodding:

"Sorry, I borrowed this thing from someone else, so I'm a little late."

"Did you enjoy your conversation with the dragon?"

TBC
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Alger: I was writing the bible and looking at the report when someone suddenly rushed in and snatched my things! Mr. Fool, help me!