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

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On the ruins of the Aurora Society's stronghold, Ace Snake found a punisher who was running around busily and asked in a deep voice: "How is it?"

"Yes! Report to the Archbishop!"

The team leader of the Punishers stood at attention and replied in a loud voice: "All the proofs of blasphemy have been destroyed. The relevant personnel are undergoing requiem and amnesia in the Church of the Night. Some of the Punishers have shown signs of losing control, but they have all been controlled. They are now in Recycle the remains of murals and sculptures.”

"well-done."

Ace Snake nodded calmly, and his mood that had been gloomy for many days finally felt better. Due to his two consecutive misjudgments and dereliction of duty in the "Apostle of Desire" and the previous "East End Capin Incident", he is about to be transferred from Backlund, leave the Cathedral of the Holy Wind, and go somewhere on the sea. Tonight's cult The joint suppression operation was his last command operation in the "City of Ten Thousand Capitals".

After tomorrow, he should leave and let the "Dark Blue Priest" Diocese Bishop Rydal Valentine, who has accumulated enough qualifications, take up the post.

This made him feel a little melancholy, but also felt vaguely comforted. It was indeed not a good thing for him to be impatient now.

Perhaps leaving the flashy inland and going to the sea favored by the Lord of Storms can allow you to return to your original nature and digest the magic potion. Only when facing waves and storms can we feel the Lord's will and power on a deeper level.

He gave a few more instructions, wanting to put a final end to his less-than-satisfactory experience as Backlund.

After the Captain of the Punisher Team left, Saint Anthony, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night, came over. After a few pleasantries, the Bishop of the Night, who was well aware of the other party's straightforward nature, asked directly: "Do you have any clues?"

Ace Snake shook his head: "No."

"There is no trace or any remnant of that angel. He was not here at all when the incident occurred and he did not return after the incident."

"That means there are just some blasphemous murals and sculptures."

Saint Anthony's brows widened. He didn't want to run into that angel, and he was relieved to see that everything was safe. If he encounters a certain death, neither His Majesty the Pope nor His Highness Arianna will be able to rescue him in time.

But when he thought about his subordinates being seriously injured by the other party because of losing control of their emotions, his voice couldn't help but become cold: "The Aurora Society ran really fast. They only captured some ordinary believers and low-sequence extraordinary people. This cleanup should be enough." Teach them a lesson. Unfortunately, the Dark Saint who was suspected to be here at the time of the incident and Mr. A who assassinated Ambassador Intis and others all escaped. They should have used extraordinary items such as "Traveler". The key is, it is so short Where did they go during that time? "

"Even if it is an extraordinary item from the demigod-level traveler path, it should be impossible to transfer nearly a hundred people at once!"

Ace Snake said in shock: "Our raid was completely confidential. They had no time to respond. They were caught off guard from the beginning, but they actually ran away so much. This is not normal at all!"

"I suspect that the cultists only teleported over short distances!"

"It's very possible that they are still in Backlund!"

St. Anthony lowered the volume of the four consecutive exclamation mark speeches of the singer of God to prevent the bishops' conversation from being heard by the surrounding members. But he quite agreed with Ace Snake's inference, and added: "It is also very suspicious that the dark saints of the Aurora Society did not come out to challenge at all. They should not be the type to actively escape."

"But his judgment was very correct. They moved away almost all the people and sealed objects, leaving only the church and the collapsed stronghold."

"Perhaps it's because he was scared out of his wits after seeing us, let alone someone with a mechanical heart next to him. Anyway, we can't win, so we might as well run away." Ace Snake said nonchalantly.

"That's the most likely thing."

After Saint Anthony finished speaking, he couldn't help but tease the other person:

"If you had always maintained such rational thinking and excellent judgment, you might not have to leave Backlund."

Ace Snake's expression suddenly turned from sunny to thunderstorm, he snorted heavily, and disappeared from the place into a bolt of lightning.

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The conquerors who were born for chaos and were bound to carry out war to the entire world had more or less firmly believed that no matter whether they were defeated or embarrassed in life, at least their death should be grand. Just like the sighing and vigorous characters in history books and legends. It has lived a glorious life, and when it falls, it is like a meteorite that slams into the ground from the sky. The last remaining warmth can still turn the surrounding area into a molten death place that no one can approach, and it will burn for another hundred years.

But in reality? At that time, the three most burning fires in the world were supposed to devour each other, fight with each other, and decide the final winner over a long period of time. However, one day they were completely drenched by a sudden dark cloud. The thunder was deafening, the Blood Emperor's chariot rolled forward in the thunder clouds, and the malicious laughter came abruptly together with the heavy rain, extinguishing all the blazing fires in the blink of an eye.

Opening your eyes, this gloomy underground hall has remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if it will always be a suitable place to store corpses.

The chains disappeared in the sunlight. Whether it was the relatively fresh corpses of the descendants of Tudor in the corner or the remains of the three conquerors who had been bound for thousands of years, their shapes were slowly eliminated in the light.

After receiving the confirmation from the true Creator, Edward immediately withdrew his spirituality, and the warm sunlight slowly retracted under the dark gray shell of the stone, returning to the appearance of an inconspicuous golden thread. Sauron and Einhorn gave up thinking when the voice of the True Creator came, but after half a minute of staring at death, they found that there were no indescribable gibberings in their minds, nor did they suddenly become full of faith in the True Creator. Becoming devout believers, the two conquerors suddenly began to speculate in confusion.

Edward was holding the cross and was wondering whether to continue wearing it as a pendant on his ear or just keep it in his pocket. Just in time to see Medici's longing expression, Edward thought for a second and handed the cross to Him.

The red evil spirit was very happy and did not say anything to displease the scenery. When not infused with spirituality, it was just a nice-looking decoration. Medici held it and placed it solemnly in his hand, clasping his hands together and praying with his eyes closed.

"Wait for me, I need to leave something here."

After a moment, he opened his eyes, first integrated the "Red Priest Card" into his spiritual body to strengthen himself, then waved his hand and threw the other extraordinary characteristics to Edward, turning around and asking: "Do you have any candles?"

"No."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't."

As Medici spoke, he separated a pitifully small amount of power from his spirit body, grabbed a bone from a descendant of Tudor, rubbed it in his hands again and again, and pulled out a candle with a suspicious color. . But in this basement, the dark color just doesn't attract attention.

Using the bones and blood of Tudor's descendants as the anointing oil, and adding the breath of evil spirits and curses as the wick, a candle full of malice is ready.

Medici placed the candle, which was about the size of his little finger, on the seat facing the door, and clapped his hands leisurely. The two conquerors in the ceremony did not stop him, and even looked at Medici in anticipation. Sauron gloated: "I didn't expect you to be quite merciful. Dying here would definitely be a great gift and a good death for the Tudor bloodline, right?"

"Who knows?" The red evil spirit grinned three times.

Medici said to himself in a chant-like tone: "You know clearly, we have been crazy for thousands of years, and we only managed to wake up with the help of a few short-sighted intruders and his two little descendants. Curse your blood, bring disaster upon you—but what’s the value at this point?”

The left mouth burst into laughter, and Sauron's voice was full of the ironic joy of revenge: "Pound is not Tudor after all, and Pound's successor is not Alistar after all! They come from Him and inherit from Him , continued his madness but did not have the ability of the Blood Emperor. He dared to break in boldly and talk to evil spirits openly, but he followed the rules and became a lawyer. After tearing his chest and chewing his throat, he used the useless extraordinary characteristics. Throw it away. What does this blood taste like? I can’t even taste it!"

Einhorn laughed coldly, and continued Sauron's words: "If he doesn't declare his family status, I can only feel that he has the blood of Tudor. It's not enough to be scorching, but it's not enough to be arrogant. Arbitrary, it's a pity that they came here because they couldn't find a way forward. They came to the ruins of the glorious promotion of their ancestors and paid a rough look at the glory thousands of years ago, but they could only admire it! I didn't taste it carefully, but I didn't This is necessary.”

The voices and thoughts of the three people were mixed together, making a sharp neigh. The red evil spirit clapped his hands happily and said with a smile:

"Tudor, Pound, I can't help but laugh!"

"This bloodline has only its own shape. It's like fire in the mouth at first. When it passes through the throat, it doesn't feel so hot anymore. When it falls into the stomach, there is no feeling at all. After thinking about it, it just feels bland."

Edward listened with great interest to the three of them as they expressed their joy of finally being freed after being imprisoned for thousands of years. He listened to them speak like hunters and enthusiastically praised Adam, Amon, Antigonus, Bethel Abraham and Adam. Eighteen generations of Lista Tudor's ancestors, the basement was full of joy. After a few minutes, their emotions calmed down. Medici flipped up her hair and gave Edward a look:

"Where to go now?"

"Aurora Society."

Medici suddenly became happy, and the other two conquerors once again began to regard death as death. The doorless basement was just wide open. Demons and evil spirits walked through the long corridor filled with the remains of historical relics, walked out of the underground building, and walked along the brand-new cement steps to the building on the ground.

Amon, who was sitting on the sofa playing with some pearls and sapphires, heard the footsteps and immediately put away all his treasures.

When Medici emerged from the basement with his black and red armor stained with blood, his cheeks and part of his skin rotten and black, exposing his bones, Amon found that he had no unnecessary thoughts.

Instead, it was Medici who took the initiative and greeted him maliciously. A bunch of flames appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Amon's face and clothes. As the heat wave approaches, Amon steals the flame and returns it to Medici.

Missing a hit, the Red Angel withdrew his flames and looked at Edward with some surprise: "I didn't expect you, a demon, to be quite capable. How did you manage to cooperate with this thing and the Lord at the same time? Or is it because he was bored and stole it by himself? Came here? I don’t think He is so easy to get rid of.”

Edward did not answer directly: "This is not Him, this is him."

"Him?" Medici raised his eyebrows. He looked at Amon who made a face at him, then left the mansion and returned to the carriage. Finally, he realized that the other person seemed to be the same as the Amon in his memory. There was no small difference, so he smiled even more unexpectedly, "Interesting, this is indeed very interesting!"

"how did you do it?"

"No comment."

They said as they got into the carriage, Edward still had one side to himself. Red Angel looked left and right, smiled, and sat next to Amon, squeezing each other maliciously. Amon, who was still thinking about how to get along with Medici, was a little annoyed. For a moment, flames and bugs were flying in the carriage, and theft and fraud were all the same. Looking from the outside, the windows disappeared from time to time and bright flames flashed, as if they were entering a fire scene or making elixirs. furnace.

After a few minutes, the carriage walked leisurely to the location of the Aurora Society's stronghold. The shoulder armor was moved to his knees, and the wrist armor turned into a curtain. Medici couldn't wait to jump out of the car. He was lost for half a minute under the residual influence. After walking around the carriage five or six times, his clothes and hair were burned. The anxious Amon gave a thumbs up and laughed:

"You are very interesting! You can laugh, you can also keep a straight face, you can express anger, and you can be affected by my provocation. You are much more interesting than your real body!"

Amon responded tit-for-tat: "I felt restless as soon as I came out. If you are so energetic, you should be locked up for a few thousand more years."

"That's good, but my skills are too shallow. Little Crow, if you want to retaliate in depth, you have to learn more from me."

Medici gave a few words of encouragement, then looked carefully at the ruins in front of him, spreading his hands with an innocent face:

"You're talking about taking me to the Aurora Conference, right?"

"Which construction site is this?"

Edward didn't answer. His eyes looked back and forth at the surrounded site of the Aurora Society's stronghold below, and after confirming that there were no Aurora Society members around except members of the Heart of Machinery, Nighthawks, Red Gloves, Punishers, and the Archbishop of the Night, Then he hissed softly.

Medici folded his arms and stood beside him, reaching out to grab Amon who ignored him and said nothing. He was easily dodged by the other party with a trick, and he stole a tile under his feet and put it under the other's feet. . Medici, who randomly possessed a hunter's collection, swayed and smiled instead of angry, becoming even more curious about this very different Amon clone.

"...Yes, where is the Aurora Society?"

Edward muttered to himself, and then suddenly realized something. He grabbed Medici and Amon with one hand and teleported directly to the door of his home through the spirit world.

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5 King Street, Chorwood District.

Three figures suddenly appeared on the roadside, but it was almost one o'clock in the morning, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

While Medici looked at the villa with great interest, Edward walked to the door and stretched out his hand to open the door.

I saw more than a hundred people standing or sitting in the hall on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor, all turning their heads to look at Him.

The Angel of the Abyss slammed the door shut. After two seconds, He opened it again, and more than a hundred people were still staring at Him.

"This is not, 'I'm going to go to your place.'"

There was a hint of anger in the devil's voice: "Is this the Aurora Society's relocation? I need an explanation."

The Dark Saint quickly walked up and explained:

"This evening, our stronghold was jointly attacked by the Three Gods Church. We were almost unable to resist this sudden attack. In order to save our lives, the Lord instructed us to take refuge with you."

Are the three gods taking action at this time? Is it because I accidentally participated in the incident? But even if I wasn't involved, foreign spies or domestic cults would definitely be blamed for this matter in the end...

Edward thought, and suddenly thought of something very important: the Aurora Society's stronghold was destroyed, and the three gods should more or less see the murals in their newly built church. Perhaps the goddess of the night and the tyrant should have a deep understanding of the true creator's current status. There are some speculations about the situation. Combined with some covert changes and low-key actions of the Aurora Society, it is easy to draw the conclusion that "the status of the true Creator has improved."

...Haha, in this way, the tyrant's position will be a bit difficult to estimate. I don't know what choice Heiye will make. Of course, it also depends on who sees the mural first... If I were the tyrant, I would be the first Destroy time, prevent people from the Church of Night from seeing it, and then secretly intensify the attack on the Aurora Society. Anyway, there can be many kinds of blasphemous murals... It would be more interesting if people from the Goddess of Night saw it first. , there are only eighteen years left, and if "God" is not born, there will be no chance of being born. This will probably be a good show, but as an enemy, I still hope that the tyrant who is relatively brainless and courageous will see it first.

However, the most important thing is that just because church members have seen it, it does not mean that God has also seen it. Believers are ignorant of certain hidden histories, and may not be aware of the tsunamis these murals may bring... and other ordinary things. How many details are left after being reported to the Pope?

The devil had a gloating expression on his face. Then, he felt something in his heart and looked at a shadow in the corner of the second floor.

An faceless child stood there and looked at Him, then walked to the door of his study in a familiar manner and melted in.

TBC

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*Unified reply: Edward, who had some budding feelings, was killed by Decay shortly after Adela's death. The gentle gentleman in the back, Lao Ai, is in decline and is divided into a department to play in person.

*A passage that the author of this text is very satisfied with: the three evil spirits ridiculed the descendants of Tudor.

(Now that you are all evil spirits, you can just hold back and do some cross talk. It would be great if you come out to scare people and eat man-eating sharks.)

By the way, not displaying comments is a recent maintenance bug of Qidian. It lasted for about a week. I saw that readers were still rushing to be the first at 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening. I thought everyone was really cute (. So don't think that your comments were swallowed or Delete it, don’t post it ten times in a row, and don’t post it in a row while correcting it. I saw so many repetitions in the background that my scalp went numb...

Hmm...that reader, after reading your comments, I think you may have some concepts or problems with your understanding of this article.

Thank you for your feedback. Without changing the plot and expressiveness, I will consider future East End-related content more carefully.

But what is the corporate-level understanding of Capitalism in the Decline Cult, since it only appears once in this book? That was the decline in educating Richard with human ideas. This was teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, not what he admired. Richard had a germ of thought and the possibility of taking this path, so Bai Bai used these works on sociology and social ideology as teaching materials to educate him. Did you see that when He educated Amon, he used things that these mythical creatures didn’t even need to understand?

Frankly speaking, the ancient civilization is just one of the many civilization records it has collected. Compared with the current world, it seems okay. I can't even talk about liking it, let alone worshiping it.

And the correctness of Edward's actions. This... Judging from the text, Lao Ai killed a lot of guilty people, but the logic is this, heinous crimes = damnation, Lao Ai killing them ≠ enforcing justice (cannibalizing people without obeying the law cannot be justice in the first place) ), it’s just a small evil being swallowed up by a greater evil. I have never emphasized correctness, just because the people who died these few times were guilty people and they seemed to be righteous.

At this time, we should recite silently, "One and a half million people were killed in Lao Ai's massacre", "More than 4,000 people died in Tingen", "Dunn also died", "There are many innocent victims that I don't know about". Get back to your senses.