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

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After Merlin instantly disappeared from the eyes of Hermes and Erihog, two seconds passed before the two "audience" angels looked at each other.

Hermes smiled awkwardly:
"As you can see, my authority has been stolen, and now I am just a spectator."

He spread his hands and looked at Erihog, who had not spoken yet: "It seems that you have to give me a ride into the subconscious ocean here."

Elihog pondered for a second and asked cautiously: "Who was that just now? Do you have any grudges with him? Why does he call himself a wandering magician? I clearly feel that he has..." the aura of the Source Castle and a certain uniqueness!

Although it seemed to be lacking some power, it was still a god no matter how you looked at it, and a powerful enough god at that!

He looked at Hermes warily, trying to identify his lies. If Hermes had a conflict with the god-level strongman just now, then He would simply distance himself from him, leaving Hermes alone here, and enter the subconscious ocean to look for Levished.

“There is no conflict between me and Him…”

Hermes answered calmly, without any sign of guilt or uneasiness. "At least not at the moment, right? If He really wanted to do something, He could have just killed me. With His power and status, it is impossible that He could not steal a Sequence 2 soul like mine."

"Who knows if that could be a trap?"

Erihog was still worried: "The power he used just now was a high-level application of 'stealing'. I know the personality and hobbies of that time angel very well. In addition, judging by his aura and extraordinary power, could he be the one on Sefirah Castle?"

"I am not a threat to you or Him now. I am just an ordinary 'audience'."

Hermes spread his hands and smiled without worrying at all, as if he had given up. "But, it's you who wants to go to Liveseyd anyway. Even if the being on Sefirah Castle wants to join in the fun, don't you want to go?"

"Then why do you keep following me?" Erihog asked back, "You are in such danger, you should give up. I can't imagine why you are as determined as I am to go to Liveseyd. Is it just for pilgrimage?"

"That's about right. I regret that I didn't get to see the magnificent 'Sky City' before it disappeared from the world. After a lot of effort, I finally found a clue in 'Groselle's Travels'." Hermes' words were quite sincere, and his behavior did not show any signs of lying. It was as if He had traveled thousands of miles to find Erihog in the dreamland just to see the legendary Levished, which made it difficult for people to be on guard. "I'll take a look from a distance, and then you can send me out of the dreamland."

The more sincere "He" was, the more strange Erehog felt.

"You swear to your power and characteristics." The dragon finally said, "After entering the subconscious ocean, you must not do anything that is detrimental to me, otherwise the authority that was stolen from you will never return to you, and you will lose control and die on the spot."

Hermes thought about it for a moment, then nodded and said, "No problem."

After He finished swearing on His extraordinary characteristics, Hermes said goodbye to Snowman, took a last deep look at the cross in the church, and walked out of the door. Erihog stretched out a scaly, clawed dragon forepaw from his layered robes, grabbed Hermes' shoulders, and their bodies floated up, and Erihog took Him into the ocean of subconsciousness.

……

Merlin lightly entered the monk's dream and took in Snowman's entire dream:

This is also a church, an extremely majestic church.

Classical stone pillars support the towering dome, but do not divide the hall into pieces, making it still extravagantly wide.

The door of this church was too high and too wide even for a giant, and on either side were candles in silver cups that emitted a warm glow.

The altar in the front is magnificent, with a gray-white cross and a statue carrying the cross on top.

The face of the statue was not very clear, but it gave a feeling that it was pitying the world.

Snowman also sat in the first row, facing the altar, with his head bowed and eyes closed, concentrating on praying.

Merlin glanced at the gray cross, then suddenly closed his eyes as if he had been stabbed in the eye, pressed his temples and looked away. He caught a glimpse of Snowman who was praying just like in the real world, and circles of illusory ripples suddenly appeared in the depths of his light brown and golden eyes, and those ripples kept sinking into the depths, returning to darkness and tranquility.

Invisible waves occurred, and the altar in front of the church suddenly became blurred.

This magnificent thing, along with the cross and the statue on it, became blurred and distorted at the same time, and then suddenly expanded, bursting out with not very strong light and shadow. This light and shadow intertwined into a three-dimensional picture. It was a towering and continuous mountain range, with the main peak towering into the clouds. However, the white clouds did not dare to cover the main peak and separated to the two sides on their own.

On the top of the mountain stood a huge cross, taller than the mountain, and in front of it sat a majestic figure covered with layers of glory. Angels with two, four, or six wings, holding trumpets, playing harps, or playing flutes, circled and danced around the majestic figure, sometimes praising and sometimes singing.

He had seen such a scene before on murals. He knew that the deity was the ancient sun god, and that the figures with twelve pairs of wings on their backs were the kings of angels.

But this scene is so standard, exactly the same as the description in the remaining scriptures, and the images of the angels are so standard, sacred and tall, which proves that Snowman never had the opportunity to go to the real heaven during his lifetime. At least, Merlin knew that Medici would definitely not hold a musical instrument and sing around the cross in the sky with wings. If he had seen Medici in person, he would never imagine such a religious scene.

Merlin snapped his fingers, and a door appeared in front of him, or rather an empty door frame.

In the distance outside the door there are still the sacred mountains and the clear sky with angels flying across, but inside the door is a gray world, and in front is no longer the image of heaven that Snowman imagined, but a cliff.

After a brief divination to determine safety, Merlin made a staircase appear on the edge of the cliff. He walked down step by step. The staircase twisted and turned, going deeper into the darkness, the grayness, and the silence. He walked step by step into a strange, bottomless spiritual world.

There was a pitch-black void all around, without even the echo of footsteps.

It feels like walking under water thousands of meters deep, and I am the only one left in the world.

The world of the soul is quiet, with no end in sight, and it seems that there is no end. Only the audience can stay in such a place for a long time and ensure that there is nothing wrong with their hearts. In this lonely and quiet environment that makes people want to go crazy, Merlin does not feel anything. He does not need to comfort himself, does not need to stop to rest, does not feel bored or frustrated, and does not even intend to use "wishing" to get himself directly to the bottom.

“This is the spiritual world, the realm of consciousness.”

After walking for an unknown amount of time, He finally stepped on the solid but blurry gray ground.

Looking up from here, you can see rays of light swaying and wandering. They are dense and overlapping, forming an illusory sea.

Just as He was about to move forward, a "stream" suddenly surged past, and a rather blurry figure of light stood up from it.

It was a gray-blue giant about six or seven meters tall, with leather with dragon scales wrapped around his chest and abdomen, and the exposed parts were covered with all kinds of patterns, symbols and signs that were beyond the scope of normal senses and could not be described in words.

His single vertical eye was bloodshot, exuding an undisguised violent aura with an obvious destructive tendency, and he was biting a bloody human leg in his mouth.

This is a giant at the demigod level!

He is a phantom left in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, perhaps coming from an actual encounter of the ancestors of humans or other races, or perhaps from the observations of giants such as Groselle.

As soon as he appeared, the crazy emotion spread to Merlin like a contagious plague.

This is a world of direct contact between spirit, consciousness and mind!

Merlin glanced at him, and his eyes suddenly turned pure gold, his pupils erected, and the "Dragon Might" that was dozens of times stronger than that of the giant rushed out directly, like a whirlwind that shattered the spirit of the demigod-level giant, which was a fusion of countless negative emotions and similar memories. Before he could put up any resistance, the gray-blue giant turned into fragmented spiritual relics and dissolved into the world of subconsciousness.

He blinked, letting his pupils return to normal. "Is this a mental imprint? It is not a powerful mental legacy of a High Sequence Person, but an image formed by the fusion of countless similar memories and emotions..." He simply analyzed it with the mental authority he had just obtained, and then continued to move forward.

The giant who was biting people's legs and had bloodshot eyes did not actually exist. He was essentially the strong emotions generated by a certain creature or creatures.

This is because the extremely deep emotion entered the subconscious mind, spread from the island of the mind itself to the surrounding illusory "ocean", gradually settled down, and turned into a brand - not all emotions and consciousness can eventually settle down, most of them will be erased by time and washed away by the "sea water", only those that are extremely strong or appear repeatedly can remain.

Once it becomes a brand, that is, a drop of water in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, it can reversely influence the same creatures around it and become their common ancient "memory" engraved in their blood.

Merlin took two steps and suddenly raised his head.

A shadow of nearly a hundred meters long passed over the ground, and two huge flying dragons flew over the subconscious ocean. This mythical scene seemed to have instantly returned to the ancient era when giant dragons flew freely in the sky.

Their destination is...

In the blink of an eye, the dragon flew to a very far distance. Merlin adjusted his hat and with a snap of his fingers he caught up to the same distance.

……

“I feel its presence.”

After an unknown amount of time, the two dragons changed their flight paths, rising and turning. Suddenly, Erihog spoke excitedly.

Almost at the moment when He finished speaking, the distant gray sky in front of them suddenly became clear, and what appeared before them was a "huge deep-sea pit", in the center of which was floating a city the size of an island.

The foundation of this city is greyish white, with majestic stone pillars tens or hundreds of meters high standing on it. Some of them stand alone, while others jointly support towering and ancient palaces. The whole is both strange and magnificent, and it does not seem like something that can be built by ordinary creatures.

Hermes already had a vague impression, and Merlin, who was following them from a distance, didn't recognize the city, but an idea suddenly popped up in his mind:
"City of Miracles, Levished!"

At this moment, Erehog's flying action suddenly stopped. Although he didn't need wind to assist him in flying in the ocean of subconsciousness, once the thought of "flying" stopped, he almost fell from the sky.

But soon, He returned to normal and looked at the city in front of him with even more eagerness, as if He couldn't wait to go back there.

Liveseyd is a floating city imagined out of thin air by the ancient god Angerweed, the "Dragon of Imagination". From any perspective, it can be called a miracle, even a miracle.

It is more grand and wild than the Giant King's Court, and has unique characteristics. Each stone pillar is nearly 100 meters high, like a seat for a giant dragon to rest. It is a city that is so impressive and unforgettable just by hearing about it.

This is the real "City of Miracles" and "Floating City". It is suspended in the center of the giant pit, just like it once floated above the clouds, except that there are no giant dragons flying from all directions to stay there!
Erehog, who had been on guard all the way, was now intent on entering the former homeland of the dragon, and did not care about Hermes who was following him. Because to him, a guy whose power had been stolen was indeed not worth guarding against. Even if he was given a knife, it would be impossible to pierce his weak flesh with pure muscle strength. He dived directly, flew towards "Leviside", and landed on one of the stone pillars skillfully.

Returning to his hometown, He was quite excited. He walked back and forth on the stone pillar where he used to rest most often for a long time before spreading his wings again and flying straight to the huge palace in the center of the city, which was estimated to be more than 200 meters high.

Hermes followed him, but he regained his human form in mid-air, adjusted his direction and speed, passed through several thick stone pillars that were nearly 100 meters high, and fell down layer by layer until he stepped on the gray ground. He slowly and solemnly stepped onto this kingdom that once belonged to the ancient gods. His movements could even be described as reverent, as if he was really a pilgrim who yearned for the dragon civilization.

In front of the majestic palace with a grayish-white exterior and a height of over two hundred meters, there stood several thick stone pillars that were shorter than itself, like a team of upright guards.

He could imagine that when the "City of Miracles" Levished was still floating in the air, there must have been powerful dragons squatting on these stone pillars.

This is the attendant or servant of the ancient god.

In front of Him, Erehog had already landed on the platform in front of the palace, folded his wings and walked in quickly.

At this moment, Merlin was still standing on the edge of the pit, looking at the strange yet harmonious scene of this man and this dragon, and he suddenly felt that something was not right.

Therefore, he resisted the urge to jump down and instead grabbed a handful of paper figures from the historical projection.

These paper figures had a flash of gray aura, and each of them could be used as a simple carrier of the power of Sefirah Castle, and was also directly controlled by Him. Merlin stretched out his hand and gently scattered them, letting them float into every corner of the city, lightly clinging to the hidden corners of stone pillars, walls, and buildings. Then, He stepped away and looked at Levished in the pit, preparing for something to happen.

At this moment, Livesey was still very calm.

Hermes had already reached the center of Liveseyd, only a few hundred meters away from the palace that might be the residence of the Dragon King.

At this moment, a change occurred.

——The roar of the dragon broke the silence.

Then, a huge voice suddenly came from the interior of the palace that was more than 200 meters high, turning into a huge sound wave, rushing straight to Hermes who had already stepped onto the first step of the hall:
"Get out!"

Until this moment, Hermes still had a smile on his face, but now his smile became cunning, like an old fox that successfully lured its prey into a trap. Facing the sound of Erehog, dragon scales suddenly appeared on his body, and he withstood the impact.

Then, before the second wave of attacks came, Hermes walked up all the stairs in two steps, knelt on the wide platform in front of the huge hall, and bowed deeply towards the hall.

The next moment, the roof of the hall suddenly exploded, and Airhog flapped his wings and flew out, his movements full of nervousness and anxiety. He was clearly eager to return to his hometown just now, but now it was as if something was chasing him from behind, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment!

At the same time, His temperament also changed, becoming completely different from before.

He looked angrily at Hermes who was kneeling on the platform. Just as he was about to rise into the sky and leave here, the surroundings suddenly became extremely bright.

In the hall with a shattered ceiling, a sun rose.

Erehog was struck by lightning. The sun's light made him unable to see anything. After circling in the air for a while like a headless fly, he was forced to land on top of a stone pillar in front of the platform.

TBC
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Behind the throne belonging to the "Dragon of Imagination" Angerweed, a bronze door slowly opened, and an illusory dark gray ocean containing countless colors seemed to flow out of it.

The sun also rises from here, facing the worship of Hermes.

Erehog, no, the spirit of the former dragon king Angerweed has awakened in this angel-level virtual dragon. Returning to Levished is the way to evoke these memories and "revive Him". But He never thought that he would be used by God's subordinates without knowing anything, and even brought them all the way directly into Levished, awakening the "pollution" behind the throne!
The power of the Chaos Sea surged out, huge illusory light and shadows rose from the sea, and the sun appeared in the subconscious ocean.

The worship of the sun suddenly spread in all directions, imprinted in the instincts and subconscious thoughts of almost all gods.

However, the angel Angerwede was suppressed by the terrifying aura and could not raise his head. He could only squat on the stone pillar and look at the ground. It seemed as if he was worshiping the human figure and the sun rising from the sea.

Then, the figure became even taller, taller than the stone pillars that were hundreds of meters high, as if standing taller than the sky.

He stretched out his hand, scooped up some "water" from the chaotic sea, and gently poured it on Angerwede's lowered head to baptize Him.