Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The ground shook slightly. It was very laborious to drive Sealed Object 1-42, but it seemed heavy but moved very quickly.

His green eyes were hidden in the deep darkness of the visor. Leonard was sweating profusely and panting hard. He missed the blow and his spirituality had bottomed out, and he had no room to swing the weapon a second time.

The silver light that dismembered Jason Belial began to emerge on his body, accompanied by tearing pain, bit by bit embedded in the flesh.

He arrived a step late, and the matter seemed to be over. There was only a pool of lifeless shadow in front of him. Through the echoing spirituality, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry because his prey was taken away, and he turned to target the strange man in front of him.

The "Desire Apostle" was killed. Is this evidence of destruction, or something else... No, my body is about to reach its limit... The drained spirituality made Leonard dizzy, his flesh and blood stung, and he could hardly stand. He straightened his body, and the red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding the surroundings as if they were facing an enemy. Captain Sost looked at the armor with an ugly expression, then at the person opposite, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Leonard.

"Old man...who is that?"

"Backlund...a hidden, high-sequence powerhouse...?"

No one responded. The parasite who was pointing out Jason Belial's weaknesses and abilities just now suddenly became quiet. Leonard received no response. While confused, he felt something was vaguely wrong.

This seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man showed no signs of nervousness at all. After two or three seconds, he sighed.

"I don't want to cause trouble at this time. Killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods and waste time."

"I killed your target, but I don't want to do anything to you."

His words seemed to have magical power, making people believe them involuntarily. Leonard couldn't help but let go of his hostility a little. The pain originally prevented him from thinking properly. He took the opportunity to look around through his visor and saw expressions like "relieved" on the faces of the other team members, who seemed to be easily persuaded by the other party.

persuade? obey? A strong person in the "lawyer" path?

Leonard reluctantly thought in the severe pain that almost made him faint. The pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe. But he was getting closer and closer to the limit of "ten minutes". He was going to die, torn apart by extraordinary objects, and died before taking revenge. Like the hourglass counting down life, only the last thin layer of sand is left.

Even Sost seemed shaken.

As captain, he clearly grasped the strength gap between the two sides. They used 1-42 to allow the other party to escape, but when they met again, the Desire Apostle had become the dead soul of the strange and powerful man in front of them. This matter seems to have exceeded the limit of the Red Gloves' capabilities. Even if they all participate in the battle, they may not be able to keep the other party, or even transmit information back. If the other party is unwilling to take action, then it seems... no matter how good it is but……

He subconsciously felt so.

"Your team members are going to be killed by blood-stained armor."

He said slowly: "Do you want to watch your team members die again? Do you want to weigh the weight of the mission and the lives of your team members again?"

Sost's pupils suddenly narrowed.

Leonard's breath suffocated, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

...The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, all kinds of doubts were superimposed, and he suddenly grasped something.

This guess made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"I have no hostility."

"You should believe me."

As he spoke, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange and powerful man began to blur, and the surrounding colors gradually became brighter, which was a symbol of entering the spiritual world. At this time, the red gloves were all shaken, and this behavior became the last straw that crushed Soest's belief. As soon as the strange and powerful man turned around, he spoke to all the red gloves behind him in an almost off-key voice. They shouted loudly:

"Dig the bathtub right on the spot!"

"Prepare hot water! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Thirty-seven seconds left! Extraordinary abilities are allowed to be used!"

As if they had received an amnesty, the Red Gloves immediately dug the hole and filled it with water at full speed. Sostre was still nervous. He turned his head to look at Leonard and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the blood-stained silver armor holding a sword in both hands and raising it high. Above his head, with an aura as if he was ready to die, he strode towards the strange strong man who was sneaking into the spirit world, and slashed down hard!

"demon!!"

Leonard's eyes widened with anger and he roared: "I want to do it for——"

The strange and powerful man kept walking, raised his arm, and snapped his fingers.

There was a loud noise in Leonard's mind. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot and red. Extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart. The emotions were enough to make him lose his mind and die on the spot. The capillaries exploded under the extremely high pressure, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, eyes and nose at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan. , his emotions disappeared without a trace after a moment of explosion.

But even so, it was beyond the limit that Leonard could bear.

The long sword fell out of hand, the armor staggered for half a step, and fell down suddenly.

He struggled to crawl forward a few inches, and stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the back. The blood fell from his face and was absorbed by the armor.

"Old man...don't steal...don't..."

"...I...don't want to...forget...forget..."

The strange and powerful man seemed to have finally been alarmed, but at this time he had entered the spirit world. In his blurred vision, he saw the other party looking back at him casually, and leaving a soft sentence:

"It's you."

His companions shouted and approached, and his vision instantly darkened.

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Somewhere in the southern continent, where the Beria family is stationed, Glera Beria is preparing a new sacrifice ceremony.

You must quickly sacrifice more lives to the great Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King in order to gain favor in the upcoming battle.

His crisis intuition has not yet moved, but the news that the assassination mission has been successfully completed has been sent back, so the bait should soon start acting according to the plan and lead the opponent to him. The layout on my side has been basically completed, and things are developing very smoothly.

Groups of human beings with their wrists tied were led past their seats with numb expressions, and whips drove them towards the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Beria family were busy carving the symbols of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King around the altar, as well as their honorable names. After the animals are slaughtered, their blood will flow along every groove, filling all the nicks and ravines, allowing the lit candles to float. The demons enjoy the fun of hunting, and the gods enjoy the spirit and soul of life, and together they usher in a joyful and grand sacrifice.

The gradually dimming sky casts a shadow on everyone's faces. The sun hangs in the sky and the red moon is about to rise.

The demigod responsible for supervising the affairs of the altar came to Glera Beria: "Your Highness, everything is ready."

The Demon Grand Duke nodded. Night had not yet fallen, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so he didn't care much.

He stood up from the stone seat and walked leisurely along the ascending stairs to the high platform next to the altar, where rituals were held to communicate with the gods. As a believer, you should offer the best and most attentive sacrifices to God. The human skin used as a carpet under your feet is tanned into soft and elastic high-quality leather. The natural red lines and marks are natural and beautiful, and they remain intact when they were peeled off. The eyes of the four faces were sewn on, leaving the mouth wide open.

The demigod followed him step by step without saying a word. Seeing him stop, he humbly lowered his head lower.

Suddenly, out of sight of Glera Beria, the demigod's body trembled violently, his head tilted and pressed against his shoulders, and his cervical vertebrae should have been broken. He lowered his head, his eyes rolled up until only the whites of his eyes were left. The nerves inside seemed to have been disconnected, and blood rushed out of his eye sockets. He quietly raised his head, quietly "looked" at Beria's back, and silently opened his mouth: "——"

Before the sound could be heard, his head was suddenly pulled out completely. Dragging a small section of the spine, it was thrown aside.

The headless body fell to the ground, making a sound similar to that of a sack of potatoes falling to the ground. Grela was already prepared. He looked around, his eyes burning with blue flames, and a heavy thunder rolled in his throat: "Reverse influence?"

"It seems that you have caught the tail of this useless descendant!"

"You actually think I'll fall for such a little trick?!"

He was feeling complacent because he had seen through the other party's plot, and was sullen because he had been slighted. Just when he was extremely vigilant, a voice so close at hand, almost right behind his head, suddenly sounded, like thunder, shocking him. My hands and feet are cold, and the blood all over my body has gone cold:

"Yeah, isn't this a trap?"

He could even imagine the smiling expression on that face.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, reminding him of some ancient legends about someone who was tapped on the shoulder late at night and could never look back. Spiritual intuition automatically sketched out the picture behind Him. The brown-haired man wore a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses, smiled, and looked at Him coldly:

""die"! "

Beria's pupils shrank suddenly, and the brief fear caused him to lose his ability to think for a moment. The rust symbolizing death spread downwards very quickly along the position of the hand, and the flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way. Kung Fu has taken up most of his body.

A burst of red light immediately burst out from his body, and all the spirituality blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire was instantly burned out.

The spell that was originally intended to be used at the most critical moment completed its mission ahead of schedule and blocked the fatal blow. The rust peeled off, and Beria's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared dozens of meters away. The black blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth and the protruding veins on his forehead showed that he had suffered more than that.

All plans were disrupted. He turned his head to look in the direction of the altar and saw a scene that made his heart stop:

All the busy tribesmen on the altar stopped at the same time, turned around, looked at Him with exactly the same smile, and then took out monocles of different styles and put them on their right eyes.

The altar is controlled, so that it is impossible to offer enough sacrifices to the "Devil King" and the mother tree... But there is still a chance. You can also recite the honorary name of the mother tree, you can be a little panicked, you can be nervous, but you must not escape. and fearful thoughts!

Absolutely not!

The breath of danger rushed towards him. Flesh-and-blood animals and low-ranking members of the Beria family exploded one after another. The frenzy of the sea of ​​blood collapsed the buildings around him. Under the dusk sky, the huge demon looked down at Him, with eyes in his eyes. Buried deep with murderous intent and joy.

Huge bat wings burning with hellfire covered the sky, and all the cells in his body were activated, fully deploying all his power. The muscles protruded from the seams of the bones, glowing with the luster of long-calculated rocks. The blood vessels emerged under the skin, and the huge and powerful heartbeat made all the surrounding creatures feel that their blood was out of control.

The demon spread its wings and roared toward the sky, showing a ferocious angry look, and then rushed towards Glera Beria, who also had fierce eyes.

In an instant, two huge demons roared and struggled with each other, and a few hundred meters in radius turned into a death place filled with filth and despair, and it continued to expand outwards.

…

Amon whistled and sat on a beam at the top of the altar, swinging his legs leisurely.

A complete battle of mythical creatures is not something that Meng of his level can watch, but he has no idea of ​​watching it, because he is unswerving about the outcome of this battle that seems not to be very different and seems not so stable - yet. What could it be? Everyone felt that they had got the script, including the two Belials, the Belial patriarch, and the gods probably felt the same way. However, only Amon knew that he and the Outer God were in the audience from beginning to end. Watch them perform.

But victory alone is not enough. What he has to do now is to make this victory as reasonable as possible.

The parasitized Belials took action one after another, but the numb animals still didn't respond. They were born for this. They had no concept of escape in their minds, and they couldn't even speak smoothly. Even Amon felt that Bailey Amon best describes them as “cattle.”

The symbols belonging to the devil and the Mother Tree of Desire were erased and scraped off by the Amons, and carved with open palms and an inverted cross in the center.

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The demon's filthy words and curses rang out, and the crazy laughter and strange roars intertwined together, like two extremely discordant melodies, one high and one low. If another angel fell into this battle, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible. How long will it take to be polluted by the smell of filth and the abyss?

Mountains collapsed one after another, and the plains turned into rift valleys and cliffs, crushing all the breeding farms along the way. Blue flames and lava burned the sky and the earth into a flame-like color at dusk, and the scales and claws collided together to make a loud sound like a sonic boom that could shatter eardrums.

They roared, and the clouds in the sky were shattered. They fought without scruples, and the flow of earth veins and underground magma was changed.

As they almost gnawed each other's bodies with brutal actions, large and small man-made volcanoes rose from the ground. Magma, thick smoke and volcanic ash buried all animals and plants that had no time to escape under the gray.

All kinds of desires and emotions dyed the earth black, and the torn tissues and pieces of flesh were randomly discarded on the ground, giving rise to countless ferocious tiny mutated creatures. They followed their instincts and chased the melee demons, but before they could get close, they were crushed into pieces of bloody flesh by the aftermath.

The biting that lasted for several minutes ended temporarily with both sides injured.

"Asshole!"

A furious voice rumbled out from the hideous head with bone spurs, which seemed to be covered with a layer of rock mask:

"You shouldn't try to fight me..."

"You should not disobey the great Mother Tree and the dark side of the universe!"

"You will definitely pay the price for your arrogance!!"

The demon opposite him seemed to chuckle twice, his broken wings were repairing themselves, his two arms swept across the earth, and he pulled out the lava sword with the light of fire flowing from the shaking earth.

"Are you praising me?"

Glera Beria was so angry that she rushed forward and fought together again, and at the same time recited filthy words:

"The Great Mother Tree of Desire, the Father of Demons, the God of Lost Hearts, and the Eternal Screamer!"

"Your devout followers pray for your favor! Your faithful servants pray for your attention!"

"I am incompetent and unable to eliminate the rebellion for you. Please accept my flesh and blood and kill the blasphemous people who disrespect you!!!"

After hearing these words, Edward, who had always been in a good mood, finally became a little more serious. If he dedicated his flesh and blood to the Mother Tree of Desire and was polluted by his god's spirituality, then this act of breaking the jar would cause him to get everything. Not enough, let alone completing the ceremony smoothly.

It seems like something really needs to be done.

I saw the surrounding things changing instantly. Before the sun set, a red moon suddenly appeared in the sky contrary to common sense. Under the crimson moonlight, the surrounding barren land suddenly became full of life. Like plants with tentacles, pieces of flowers and plants that resemble eyes, organs, and biological bodies grew rapidly. Some of them pounced on Glera Beria, wanting to accept her flesh and blood as agreed, and some pounced on themselves!

"The Creator of all, the Lord behind the Curtain of Shadows!"

The flames and lava burned them to ashes, but their regeneration speed was very fast, which vaguely exceeded the speed of the flames.

"The fallen nature of all living things!"

Edward burned away the flowers closest to him, looked at the setting sun, looked in the direction of the place abandoned by God, and whispered:

"I found the location of Medici, and he is still alive."

"Ally, now is the time for you to fulfill your promise!"

The majestic gaze fell, crazy roars and murmurs rushed into the mind, and the aura of depravity descended on this land across thousands of miles.

On the altar set up by the Beria family, all life melted away in an instant. Their flesh and blood woven into a long carpet and turned into a surging sea of ​​blood, roaring and devouring everything in its path!

The sea of ​​blood rushed into the devil's battlefield, covering all the twisted plants, devouring, digesting, assimilating, and circulating endlessly, burying them under the flesh and blood. The plants below unwillingly tried to continue to grow, but their helplessness was limited. There was a stalemate for a while.

In just two seconds, the disadvantage was reversed again.

Glera Beria looked at Edward Vaughn who was slowly approaching, and felt uncontrollably——

——Feeling despair and fear.

TBC

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*Lao Ai was busy confronting Beria, not to mention that the last time he took action in Tingen had attracted the attention of the goddess, causing the ceremony to fail.

*I blindly guess that some readers will say that I am out of context. In fact, I have controlled the plot and focus here. When I read the end, I should have breathed a sigh of relief, because I already knew what the ending would be.

Regarding Leonard's fate, the previous chapter seems to have caused a relatively extensive discussion. My answer is: No matter be or he, Leonard will not die. However, my friends who have revealed a little bit about Leonard's plot in the be line all said, "You might as well let him die if you are alive like this."

It was released on the first of this month. On the last day of this month, Lao Ai was promoted to sequence 1. Let’s look back at the word count for the month.

Stay tuned.

*I think this new cover is quite nice!