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

53

"Knock knock knock"

In front of a single-family house in the Jowood District, Richard Ernst, carrying a suitcase, bent his fingers and knocked gently on the door.

There was no response from the door, nor any footsteps, but Richard was not impatient. While waiting, He heard footsteps coming from behind. Looking back, he saw two strange women coming hand in hand, one tall and one short. They stood outside the black railing of the garden, looking at Him curiously.

"Hello, we are here to visit Mr. Vaughn." The tall lady said with a polite smile, "Is he back?"

"He went out?" Richard was stunned for a moment. He came in a hurry, and now he realized that the house was indeed quiet, not even a breath of air. The Temperance Angel, who thought that the Lord did not want to see Him and deliberately pretended not to hear, was confused for two seconds, then turned around, took off his hat, and asked the two ladies in a friendly manner, "I am his student, what happened? "

The two ladies looked at each other.

"This...this is because we met Qilingos by chance outside before." The small woman replied. She looked young, and she seemed to be just a girl given her stature. "You know what happened in the hurricane before?" About infiltrating the Duke's ball, sir?"

"I understand very well." The angel in question replied.

"Mr. Vaughn and we encountered the Chillings and nearly died (Richard: Thank you Lord for leaving me the bounty.). Mr. Vaughn left for refuge that night, and we temporarily moved. He stayed in a nearby church until the news of Zillinges’ death came before he dared to go back.”

After speaking, they pointed to the mailbox at the door. Inside was a letter from three days ago, but no one has come to pick it up yet.

"So that's it..."

Richard nodded. The Lord would definitely not really leave because of seeking refuge. He must have a reason for going out. Maybe the Aurora Society can know the truth, but Richard doesn't want to get too close to those overly fanatical "companions", which would bring danger to the comrades of the Foundation and the sect.

The Temperance Angel regretted for a moment. It seemed that he could not report to the Lord today, so he could only go to the East District immediately to check the situation. He is very busy. He is always too busy to stay. He will complete the formalities and go to Feneport in the next two days. He will also communicate with his collaborators in Intis. The church of the benevolent Mother Earth is particularly appreciative of His work in helping children, and it is customary to hold a charity dinner when He makes an appointment to visit, and He cannot be absent.

"If Mr. Vaughn hadn't protected us, we might have been killed that day." The woman with brown curly hair sighed softly, "But the news about Zillinges' death has spread throughout the country, and Mr. Vaughn saw The paper should be back soon."

"Yes." Richard nodded with deep understanding, "He is a very gentle person... But I have something urgent to do. I have to leave Backlund tonight or tomorrow morning. If he comes back, please say hello to him on my behalf. .”

54

The pale sun hanging in the sky has been completely swallowed by the red moon, and the peaceful starlight and crimson moon shadow enveloped the entire city. The chaos returned to silence, and the flames were swallowed up by the darkness. This was the most grand requiem ceremony sent down by the gods. The souls of the recently deceased and the people who were originally induced by the devil were favored by tranquility at this time, and they no longer produced the evil spirits. Instead of the necessary negative emotions, he closed his eyes involuntarily, fell quietly, and fell into a deep dreamless sleep filled with the fragrance of moon flowers.

"...If the goddess of the night descends in person, or asks a servant to come, I will probably stop after seeing you and continue somewhere else."

Edward narrowed his eyes and looked directly at the crimson moon in the sky. There is no need to hide anymore, "Nightmare"'s soulless body is like a puppet without strings, falling straight backwards. This place has long overlapped with the virtual "Abyss". After the power of the goddess of the night arrived in this small town and put everyone into a deep sleep, she and the "Abyss" were naturally pulled into the dreamland of this group - perhaps the servant of God Arianna was on her way, ready to attack His flesh as it was exposed to the real world.

Edward made a quick judgment. A black chasm opened under his feet, and blue flames burst out. He revealed his mythical creature form without hesitation! A black exoskeleton twisted like a blade emerged from the skin. When the torn skin healed again, its hardness exceeded that of steel, and the meandering blood turned into thin lines of fire coiled around the body.

"But just the power projected from a distance makes me retreat. Goddess of the Night - you look down on the "devil" too much. "

The smell of sulfur was as strong as a hundred volcanoes erupting at the same time, and half of the dream city was instantly reduced to a sea of ​​flames. Curved goat horns extended from the top of the demon's head, and lava flowed between his fingers. His huge body instantly rose to tens of meters and exploded the small building he was in. When the huge black bat wings were fully opened, even the night sky Mostly covered. The demon glanced at the low buildings with eyes burning with flames. He turned around, and several houses collapsed one after another, and a low roar came from his throat:

"die"!

When a dirty word falls, it weighs more than a thousand pounds; when death strikes, it weighs as little as a feather.

The order to take lives was carried out in the city, and a trace of cyan aura that could not be detected by the naked eye was quietly mixed into the black mist as thick as the tide. So in this huge dream, the whispers of temptation sounded in the ears of dying people, twilight people, and people who were desperate for the future...

"Your life full of suffering can come to an end..."

"Either you have never achieved happiness, or your life has just begun to get better and your hope has been taken away. It doesn't matter, life is a painful journey."

"If the end of this painful journey is eternal peace and the people you long to meet again, delicious food, warm quilts, a healthy body, and a long-lost child...then death is worth looking forward to, right?"

"Your life is worthless, even a burden to others."

"Life is worse than death. If you want to gain salvation, you must abandon it."

"In the world after death, there will be no more cold and heat, no more troubles and sorrows, and no more pain." The devil's whisper echoes in the dreams of every unfortunate person. He uses his authority to choose the fallen. He picks out people who have given up on themselves, selects people who are just on the verge of death, and then guides them to bring their lives to an end.

“Leave them to me, for the gods will not save you.”

Just die, just die. The demons walking on the earth said that you are like dust and grass, no one will care even if you die.

Suffering from the disease, all her family savings were spent on expensive medical expenses, and seeing her parents aging day by day, the frail girl shed tears in her dream. Her guilt made her surrender her life; she had not been found for three days. A poor man who worked but was reluctant to eat the moldy bread in his arms curled up in a dirty corner and breathed his last. A gray mouse looked left and right and took the bread from his hand; powerlessly. The mother who raised the child finally gave up on herself out of exhaustion and despair of seeing no future, leaving the child who did not know the meaning of sorrow and death to cry and absorb the last warmth from the mother's arms.

All sentient beings have various expressions and a thousand kinds of sorrows.

"Of course, I will give you salvation. The world is so cruel and life is so small. It is better to leave it in my hands. I will make good use of each of you. You are very precious and I will not waste any of it."

Then pairs of dull, zombie-like eyes shed tears, and then closed forever. They give up their lives in dreams and will die quietly in reality. This is the most peaceful death. In their dreams, there is a red moon, a black sky, a hand that gently holds them and helps them escape from their heavy bodies, and a messenger who watches kindly and leads them to sink into the lightless deep black sea until they sleep forever. They didn't know anything about it, and naturally they didn't feel any pain at all.

Their accumulated resentment, the last unwillingness and sadness before death converged into gray air currents, and different but equally sad faces emerged as they surged, converging towards the small night watcher building in Tinggen in the dream.

Under the power of tranquility, the mother body - Megoos has long lost her fighting spirit. She was a believer in steam during her lifetime, but now she has received the gaze of the night after her death. The offspring of the evil god are still struggling, firmly absorbing the gray energy, and trying to drive this useless mother body away from here. But she just stared up at the sky blankly, with two long dried blood marks under her empty eyes. Under the crimson moonlight, she seemed to be crying.

The next second, the demon crushed her.

Edward opened the roof, held the already formed offspring in his hands, and removed the remains of the mother's body. Eyes burning with faint blue flames glanced lightly at the soothsayer who closed his eyes and trembled in the small building, and the midnight poet who also closed his eyes and clenched his fists as instructed by the Worm of Time. They obtained the most direct protection and resisted "death", but that was all. The "Insect of Time" is trying its best to maintain the sanity and life of the Midnight Poet. It is indeed so weak that it is not even willing to lose this weak carrier... What a pity. It originally wanted to seduce the Midnight Poet to commit suicide and let the Insect of Time reveal its true form. , kill him and perform the ritual...

According to the original plan, he should sacrifice the entire city to blood, help his allies to descend, complete the sixth massacre, and then be promoted to Sequence One. His actions would be fast enough, and he would complete the ritual and leave before the storm and the Church of the Night could react. go. But changes are almost always slow. If the appearance of the Time Worm is an unexpected surprise, then the gaze of the Goddess of Night can only make him give up his promotion plan this time.

"..." Ah, yes, there is one more thing to do.

Enough death and enough resentment made the carrier in his hand finally turn from illusion into reality, and then the time he was waiting for had arrived.

The cyan aura that was imperceptible to the naked eye quietly gathered again, mixed into the resentment that the evil god's descendant sucked in, and was swallowed by the child who was eager to grow up. For the sake of the coming doomsday, we will never seriously play alliance games and play house with the gods on earth. The outer god "Lord of Decay" certainly hopes that the gods on earth will continue to scheming and restricting each other. It is best not to give birth to a new true god, and it is better for those who are crazy to continue to be crazy.

The "True Creator" is much more cautious than Russell. His peaceful obedience for more than a thousand years, even coupled with his long-term madness and intermittent sobriety, cannot make Him completely lose his guard.

Edward has never been able to find a safe opportunity to pollute Him, and this time the gods descend is undoubtedly a good opportunity - the "decline" path is completely unfamiliar to the earth gods. The goddess of the night just sends the power at this time, and she can destroy the pollution. There is always some overlap with the effect of curse disguised as "disaster", and high-level authority. "Decline" happens to also contain part of the image of death. Who can accurately distinguish which one it comes from?

"The ceremony has been completed." His voice rumbled, "Aren't you ready to do it?"

Good luck and favor at the level of the King of Angels came, and a giant silver snake suddenly swam out of the corner of the dream world. The giant snake's scarlet eyes faced the red moon in the sky, its huge body coiled around the entire city, and its huge mouth bit its tail, forming a closed loop of destiny. ——"Restart!"

The twinkling of the stars stopped for a moment, and the night curtain that fell from the sky slowly returned to the sky. The dirty words receded, and tranquility once again dominated this quiet city. Everything returned to its original state, except that life had passed away.

The devil opened his eyes on the ruins. He still looked like a human, and his posture had not changed. He just had something black in his hand.

Edward glanced at his pocket watch. From the time he started to take action to the time he successfully escaped from the dream, seconds had completely turned around. Tingen's fate had undergone a huge twist in thirty seconds. If it weren't for the annoying soothsayer and the goddess of the night, Nosy attention. So if according to the original plan, desires and evil thoughts are successfully amplified and instigated all people to kill each other, there should be no intact person here who can still breathe.

He quickly sank into the spiritual world.

55

Ince Zangwill finally controlled his trembling hands.

He remembered this aura, and he dared not forget it, because he once solemnly swore under the goddess's holy symbol never to betray the church and the people he wanted to protect, and then received the encouragement of His Highness the Pope to be promoted to Sequence 4.

And then...then he failed.

Ince Zangwill dug his fingers into the wall. He failed, he had already failed once, so he must succeed this time. This is not what he wants, but there is no way out! His talent is not good enough and his political performance is only average. His hard work has finally allowed him to accumulate enough merits to gain the opportunity to become a demigod.

But he failed and almost lost control during the promotion process! Total failure! I won't get a second chance! No! No! You can't do this to me! I work harder than anyone else! You can't deny me just because of one failure! I still have a chance, and I’m still worth cultivating! I am loyal to the Church and to the Goddess, I-dammit! No one listened to the hysterical roar of this loser. The promotion qualification that originally belonged to him was given to Illya. That woman... successfully completed the promotion! He also received the glorious title of "Eye of the Goddess"! That position should have been yours, this honor should have been yours!

He was breathing heavily, his spirit was unprecedentedly high, and his eye that was not blind was bloodshot and red as if it was about to bleed.

0-08 slides happily on his notebook, as if dancing:

"After feeling the breath of the Night Goddess, Ince Zangwill was extremely frightened, but he found that the goddess did not pay attention to his existence at all. Maybe, probably, the Night Goddess did not even bother to kill him!"

"Poor Ince Zangwill, he finally realized that he was worthless, and this filled him with determination."

"Ince Zangwill entered the ruins of the Blackthorn Security Company. Everyone was still sleeping and no one was awake. This was a perfect opportunity to take away the sacred object. But something strange happened. How could it be? Is there a Nighthawk who wakes up? But Dunn is already dead. This weakling with only Sequence 8 cannot stop the emotional Sequence 5 at all."

"The Nighthawk is dead. Inz Zangwill has taken the urn. Rejoice! You finally got a second chance for promotion!"

56

On the top of the mountain peak in the place abandoned by the gods, deep in the eternal darkness, the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroleus, who was kneeling with his eyes closed and praying, suddenly opened his eyes and looked around confusedly. Countless chaotic symbols flowed in his eyes, and finally converged into silver-white symbols connected end to end. The good fortune accumulated in this life melted at an unimaginable speed like snow under the sun. Twelve pairs of pale wings spread out. Ourolius's eyes lost their luster. He closed his eyes and fell down with a peaceful face. Go down.

Flawless wings and feathers covered his body. Losing too much luck at one time was a bad omen. In order to prevent it from affecting the Lord and subsequent events, he made an immediate decision to start the next phase of his destiny.

The body of "Angel of Destiny" Ouroleus quickly lost its vitality and became one of countless beautiful snake sloughs.

TBC

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*Uroleus protected Shinzao from Edward's pollution without being aware of it (although he was still contaminated), but everyone would think it was because he blocked the goddess.

*Nothing in the world is more difficult to write than a battle scene.