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

46

The Declined King opened one eye, dragged the countless roots that made up the entire body and moved a distance of about a light-year, and slowly settled on the extinguished, cold-as-ice sun. This is the position in this galaxy where he feels most comfortable. The death of a star will inevitably drag the entire galaxy into death, and one planet is still struggling.

This is the fourth time in two hundred years that the "self" on the earth has contacted the real body. The frequency is slightly high, but it can understand His mood. The second contact gave the coordinates of the location at that time, and it was expected to receive a true god-level visitor - but the "Black Emperor" did not come, "he" was let go, and the stream of light rushed towards the moon. So there was a third contact, the ontology container consciousness was exchanged, the earth's "self" got close to the "Black Emperor", and had a brief and cordial talk with him in the starry sky. When the consciousness exchanged again, I felt the "pleasurable" emotion remaining in the thinking organ.

Joy, pity, schadenfreude.

Sadness, sympathy, and overwhelming love.

Abandoning human nature does not mean losing the feeling of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but Shen Mian's body has not felt such happy emotions for a long time.

And this joy was magnified to the extreme when he witnessed the death of the Black Emperor. The joy of participating in and watching the death of the true god is second only to bringing death to a planet with one's own hands. Thousands of miles apart, the unbearable ecstasy of a small container was conveyed to the body of the starry sky, and the stars at the fingertips trembled because of it.

I really, really want to find the place where He was resurrected, take out the remains of the "Black Emperor" from the mausoleum, solemnly hold this shadow of order in the palm of my hand, appreciate His appearance of pain due to humanity, and appreciate His appearance due to pollution. The madness brought by it will continue and be appreciated forever. But the sky of the earth is obscured by the curtain of night, and even the eyes of the outer gods that can see through the latitude cannot accurately find the last tomb under the hidden layers of obstacles.

The fallen mother goddess faced each other from a distance on the moon. The eyes of the two outer gods turned away at the touch of a button. Neither the incomplete pillar nor the old one who had lost half of their essence had any idea of ​​causing trouble, and they were quietly waiting for that day to come. .

The King of Decay rubbed the planet in his palm, and the creatures living on it who were desperate for life and death were wailing and praising his name.

The other hands held pale, lifeless planets or flowers of the same color as the eyes, but the third hundredth hand was empty and something should be put in it. Because when "I" contacted the real body for the first time, I said that there was a female human cub on the earth who divined the celestial phenomena and made a bet with me. So they drew lots and decided to crush the planet in the 300th hand, allowing the fragments of the asteroid to pass through the atmosphere and pass by the earth, becoming the most magnificent meteor group that night, causing astronomers to be collectively anxious.

The eyes in the palms of the 435th hand opened, and the blue eyes symbolizing destruction turned towards the direction of the earth with the palms. Southern Continent, the perfect size to fit in a bottle. If you want to carry the Northern Continent, you have to break it apart and load it separately, but the best way is to hold the entire earth in your hands, just like the souvenirs you took away during your previous travels.

The fourth contact is a brief communication that occurs within the mind.

"Myself" said: "I have inspected all the places I can go to on the earth. The mysterious Western Continent has been sealed by the Lord of Mysteries. My source material has not been found. Maybe I need to go to the "Land Abandoned by Gods". "

The Declined King replied, "Okay."

"Myself" added: "I can't go to the land abandoned by God without any reason. After all, it is the kingdom of God of the true Creator. Is there anything I can do?"

The Declined King thought for a second, and a torrent of information and knowledge rolled through his mind, which was conveyed to "himself" in an instant.

The first way is to sneak in, but sneaking into his god's kingdom will obviously cause conflicts between the gods. "I" have not yet given up the idea of ​​​​current identity. The second method is to create disasters in places abandoned by God. The "True Creator" will send people there to check the situation, but He has his own angels and may not send "himself". The third method is to wait and see what happens, and look for opportunities to enter naturally, but this may take a long time, and maybe you will only have the opportunity when the divine war begins.

"Then, just wait and see what happens." The consciousness on the earth replied, "First help him complete the ceremony of coming to the earth."

47

Lanerwus gently opened the door and entered the room. The person sitting by the window sill looked over quietly, and he was startled.

"What are you doing out there?" I asked him. "Good morning, fraudster, it's not time for you to leave yet."

"...Sir...Sir."

It felt like an electric current was rolling through his body. The fraudster lowered his head in fear and scratched his arms uncontrollably. As long as he was stared at by these eyes, he would involuntarily recall everything he suffered in the warning dream, and his whole body There was a dull pain all over his body: "I didn't, I didn't want to escape! You have been in a meditative state for two days, I just went out to inquire about the movements of the Nighthawks! Absolutely not -"

"I believe you are a sensible person."

I adjusted the time difference by the way and remembered that the last time I went out, I bought a newspaper that published the news of the pirate's death. Putting down the book that had been open for dozens of hours, he calmly replied: "There is no need to be nervous. Why should you be nervous? You have successfully completed the preparation conditions for God's descent and obtained His reward and flesh and blood. Once you succeed, you will be God." The Blessed One. Or are you still afraid of unreasonable things?"

"Yes...yes." Lanerwus muttered, "I am just his follower, an insignificant human being, how can I do - do -"

"As long as it comes successfully, He probably won't care about such boring things." I said, "Show your worth. Since you can't escape, just do your own thing, and then pray for God's favor."

The fraudster who had no choice took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mood, and began to report: "... I left many clues and loopholes when I tried to escape from Tingen. Those traces misled the punisher. and the Machine Heart, making them all think that I had escaped. The Nighthawks found the letter from my residence, but they probably didn't realize, uh, what the 'bomb' actually was. Please forgive me for my stupidity and ignorance at the time. .”

I nodded: "Continue."

"The Nighthawks are investigating the matter of Mrs. Sharon. You may not know much about this matter. In short, the current clues point to the struggle between the Beyonder gangs. The Nighthawks can't find anything in their investigation. The police have published newspapers and reported the incident. Defined as a vicious homicide."

Yes, when I contacted the "original body", I did feel a glimpse of prying eyes, which seemed to be a high-level divination, but it was so weak that the contact was disconnected before I could trace it back. Because at this time, his state will happen to be at a special node with the old personality. The soothsayer who is not afraid of death will lose his life in an instant and will not be able to see anything before his death.

Lanruth finished the report, which was basically consistent. I looked out the window. It was two buildings and two streets away from the Nighthawks' base "Blackthorn Security Company". I could still see everything that happened there through Nightmare's eyes and ears. After sorting out the extra information in my mind, the following events occurred in the Nighthawks base within 48 hours:

1. Nightmare’s special application has received a reply from the temple. Someone will come to inspect it soon. He will be promoted to Sequence 6.

2. Within the small building, words related to "Dai Li" and "Ms. Dai Li" were mentioned twelve times, two of which came from the nightmare itself. The most common verbs before and after were "confession" and "invitation". "Meet".

3. The police were dispatched twice to investigate the witch incident, but nothing was found. Helped the Punisher to find traces of Lanerwus, but still found nothing.

4. The random fabrication of reality by 0-08 and its author made Nighthawks aware of the existence of "coincidences" and consciously fought against them.

5. The death of the witch is characterized as some kind of ritual to please the devil.

…

I thought about the sentence "rituals to please the devil" in my mind for half a second while drinking tea, and in a sense it was very correct. The author used the witch as a blood sacrifice to beg me to leave his hiding place and the city, but I refused and punished him. All I left at the crime scene were the traces of the fight with extraordinary power. It might be a bit bloody, but there are too many ways and people who like blood. The fight between extraordinary people and the fight between secret organizations can be understood. "Demon" "Ritual" How did this come to mind?

High-level divination has not failed? Or is it that someone realizes that this is the feeding of a mid-to-high-sequence "demon"? The latter is more likely... I looked over slowly, and the sight of Nightmare who was talking to the team members happened to glance across everyone's face, the Midnight Poet, the Clown, the Corpse Collector, the Secret Peeper... everyone There are traces of their fate being more or less distorted on their bodies, especially the Midnight Poet and the Clown. They should be the two people mentioned in the notes who always save the day. Among them, they are clearly marked as "having secrets" It's the midnight poet.

Can we pay a little attention...or should we just kill him?

Following the nightmare's perspective, I saw the two young men who had survived the disaster walking down the stairs side by side. There was a knock on the door to the front desk, it opened, and a tall blond woman walked in. Wearing a lotus leaf hat and a long skirt, she has green eyes, and her belly is bulging, as if she is pregnant for more than seven months.

The nightmare could not be seen, nor could the Midnight Poet or the Clown. An almost substantial resentment and aura of despair gathered around this woman, especially in her abdomen, where the breath of the fetus in her belly shrank like a gray cloud. Shrinking, it has not been completely absorbed. The kid saw me, opened his eyes and chuckled in the direction of the nightmare. The mother who had not lost consciousness also turned her head in confusion under the influence of the child, and nodded to the nightmare, which instantly tightened her body.

I winked at Him too. The author is more restless than I thought. How on earth did he survive until now?

"Good afternoon, child of the Ally," I said. "Of course, you will soon be the Ally himself."

Then I turned my head. The fraudster thought I was talking to the air and secretly looked out the window from time to time: "You can go."

Lanerwus was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up as if he was being pardoned, picked up his suitcase and rushed out of the door, as fast as he was afraid that I would regret it on the spot. I watched his back disappear into the street, then looked in the direction of the Blackthorn Security Company again, and leisurely picked up the teacup and tray again.

"Don't forget our deal," I said.

48

In the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.

Leonard had gotten rid of the stiff state just now, and his expression was no longer strange when he talked about the newly discovered house that Lanerwus had rented.

"Really? He never told me..." Megoos frowned slightly and gave a quite normal answer. After saying that, she grabbed a handful of her blond hair and threw it into the trash can next to her. Time after time, her face became slightly distorted.

Leonard stayed for a moment, swallowed hard, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. When Megoose suddenly scratched his face open and pulled off a long strip of blood-stained flesh, revealing her white teeth, he couldn't help but listen attentively, and then his face turned livid.

He forced a smile and said to Megaos, who kept scratching her face and removing flesh and blood: "I'm going to the bathroom."

In the partition behind the corridor, Dunn looked at Leonard, who was talking to Klein and nervously preparing to fight. He was suddenly in a trance for a moment. His free hand subconsciously touched the gun bag at his waist, feeling that he should resolve it as agreed. The two companions who hindered the coming of God. But the next second he returned to normal, patted the hem of his clothes with his hand very naturally, and joined in the strategic arrangement.

Dunn Smith pulled off his collar and spoke resolutely: "I will take St. Selena's ashes out first. Wait for ten seconds. Remember, silently for a few dozen times before coming out to fight. At that time, no matter what I do, Whether the situation is good or bad, you cannot waste time and make your most powerful attacks on Megoose and the baby in her belly."

After saying that, he turned around, carrying the urn, and walked tall and straight towards the reception hall, where he and the descendants of the evil god were waiting.

TBC

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*It’s time for the battle chapter again, and the author is trying to catch a fish.

The first contact in two hundred years: Bernadette, who had just become a Sequence 5 astrologer, made a bet with Edward about whether there would be a meteor shower on a certain day of the month.

Edward: There really isn't, but there can be. Do you want to see it?

*Without foresight and foresight, without such horrifying hanged-up ideas, He is just idle (...) In peacetime, he has nothing to do with making bets with little girls, nothing to do with throwing away collections, and even spending time with Gustav's family in winter There was a snowball fight, and then everyone conspired to build Russell into a snowman, which was praised by Matilda. After Russell crawled out, he performed a friendly fight between reliable adults (mythical creatures) for the children. . (…