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

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From a secular perspective, a successful revolution requires timing, military strength, and a sufficiently decadent system. Although the royal power system was still prosperous for more than two thousand years from the beginning of the Fourth Age to the Fifth Age, Emperor Russell has proven to the world that seemingly eternal things are not real through the blood of the Sauron royal family. indestructible.

After all, the sharp swords of words in the meeting are no match for the clash of real swords. The devout believers will overthrow the throne that has lost the support of the gods. The Archbishop of the Church of the Eternal Sun, the Supreme Deacon of the Church of Steam, and other semi-god and semi-human figures were discussing whether some of the systems in the newly promulgated code of the Intis Empire were not reasonable enough and whether they were too focused on people and were being looked down upon. God, but the next second, the emperor, who was tired of his pretentiousness, took the initiative to tear up the hypocritical peace. The talks have collapsed! The movement of death plays the first note, and the omen of destruction and the undercurrent of disharmony finally brew into mature fruits.

The wrathful sunshine poured out on the most supreme palace in the world, and the gods also ushered in the dusk.

The whole of Intis was a bit dark at this moment, but the White Maple Palace was as bright as if the sun had set on the ground. Light fell from the sky and turned into spears and arrows, but their trajectories were distorted by the law and fell into the shadows. The ground roared, interspersed with the metallic sound of mechanical gears operating. A few minutes later, a fire suddenly broke out in a corner. Gunshots, shouts, and the sound of metal collisions quickly spread the panic atmosphere.

"Someone set a fire outside the Royal Government Hall!"

"The inner hall is on fire! Guards! Guards! Come quickly and put out the fire!"

Edward stretched out his hand to stop a guard who was running anxiously, and asked him very naturally: "Aren't you going to participate in the battle?"

"Lord Earl, what are you talking about?" The guard's face showed genuine fear and confusion, and then his expression became calm and mature. He stared in front of him with eyes that became deep and old in the blink of an eye. The person laughed and said, "Of course I will participate, but the best time for me has not yet come, isn't it the same for you?"

"Dealing with Adam is a very laborious task. To be honest, half of his purpose has been accomplished. I really don't want to support His Majesty."

The devil naturally has no virtue of loyalty, and abandoning his old friend and boss is just a matter of words, without even moving an eyebrow.

Zaratul pondered the truth of this sentence, secretly guessing how much power the Angel of the Abyss had left, and what unimaginable means he had used to defeat the virtual personality of the tentative Sequence One in the spiritual world. He did not answer hastily. The two angels raised their heads together, looking through the clouds and the curtain called the sky, straight up into the vast star realm.

The glaring sunlight surrounds the dark throne. Even though time and space are distorted, there is still an occasional ray of light that penetrates the Black Emperor's domain. The torrent of knowledge is surging in the star realm, along with various mysteries from the past leaving conceptual imprints in the sky that cannot be completely dissipated within a hundred years. Various bizarre star trails appeared in the sky. It is conceivable that mystical scholars and astronomers in later generations will frown at the records of this day. The rules were rewritten, and His words became a new code of law for this place. Beings who have not yet become true gods are still a long way from being true gods, not to mention that there is a life gap of more than a thousand years between them.

Russell went to the star realm. He should know that the "Emperor" is the most invincible existence only when he stands on the earth.

It seems that his sanity still exists.

"Black Emperor", the embodiment of rule and the maker of laws. Surrender to Him The people are the units that make up His body, and the cities are the guts. The emperor's majesty flows in the bones and blood of his subjects, and the army marches on the road, just like the blood rushes in the blood vessels, radiating the emperor's majesty from the seat of the throne to the edge of the earth. When everything is held together by a certain law, then there is the truly unique "Black Emperor"! Even if Russell hasn't really taken that step yet, it's definitely not far away.

The Declined King thought quietly. Analyzing the situation from the dark: Russell tried to use real death to escape the influence of pollution, but he didn't know that the pollution of the fallen mother goddess could not be washed away with one death; Russell still had a human conscience and left voluntarily He did not want his death and fighting to spread pollution on the earth, and the gods were also happy to see it.

The people from the Sauron family took advantage of the chaos and rushed in. They had already planned it. The panicked noble people looked gloomy and their hearts were filled with confusion.

Edward saw a familiar face among them, but he was not prepared to pay attention. He was waiting for his target.

Suddenly, he felt an imperceptible force falling on himself. The Declined King immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed this wisp of ethereal feeling. Following this fleeting connection, he looked into the distance and saw a blond priest in white clothes writing in a notebook in his hand with a calm smile in a park whose style was very different from Intis. Then, before the priest could give him a questioning look, he looked away.

Adam.

It's Adam again.

Why is it always you?

The Declined King easily evaded Adam's inspection by virtue of his personality. He clicked his tongue, and there was obvious impatience in his emotions and thoughts. Then, He disappeared, spiraling down the steps in the void of consciousness, entering the most hidden bottom layer that even dreamers could hardly detect. Adam was preparing to influence the Angel of the Abyss. In order to act in the most natural way according to the other party's script, the Decline King decided to condescend to play with him.

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The Black Emperor sits on the throne, his huge figure like a giant tower connecting heaven and earth. His figure is dark and deep, with disordered chaos and twisted laws floating in the shadows. He is not yet a god, but he is undoubtedly the emperor. The mad torrent of knowledge, the eyes that peep into reality, and the shadow of order together construct his mythical form. He looks down upon His kingdom on earth from the clouds far away from the dust, with the throne at the same height as the sun.

Russell was calm and steady, calculating how long he could hold on, but his purpose was not to survive but to seek death.

The God of Steam and Machinery is watching for opportunities in the distance, giving the Eternal Sun some support and protection from time to time. Bonova disappeared first, and Russell just glanced at the perfect place and almost caused the pollution in his body to burst out in advance because he could not control his anger.

Just as He was dealing with the Eternal Sun, the God of Steam and Machinery, the war among the angels on the ground also began.

"The Angel of the Abyss won the spiritual battle, which also caused problems with his mental state. This is reasonable."

"The Holy Light Angels of the Church of the Eternal Burning Sun have arrived. There has long been resentment and hatred between them. The promotion ceremony requires coupled with the fact that their judgment is not as good as before. Therefore, the demons do not leave at the first time, but will hide and look for killers. It is also reasonable to give the opponent a chance to kill him.”

"Zarath can feel the twist of fate."

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The angel of the Eternal Burning Sun Church has already begun to fight with the remaining saints under Emperor Russell, but excluding himself, the current theoretically highest combat power has not shown any indication, and has already stepped into his own domain. The simulated illusory abyss. But Zaratul could feel that the other party had not gone far, but was surrounding him, not caring how the saints were damaged, just waiting for an opportunity.

Zaratul frowned and immediately understood something. He opened his fisted right hand slightly, hesitating whether to use the spiritual thread.

Benjamin Abraham is struggling to hold on. He has repeatedly escaped fatal attacks by traveling through the spirit world with his ability to seal objects and open doors, but his defeat will not take long. And the Angel of Holy Light penetrated the saint who was standing in front of him with his sword, and looked at him with eyes full of light. With just one glance, Benjamin felt as if he had been hit hard. He twitched violently and vomited out two mouthfuls of blood. In an instant, he lost the ability to think. He could only watch helplessly as the angel raised his sword again, preparing to kill him too. !

The Angel of Holy Light drew his sword again, but at this moment, a strong wind came behind him. A huge black shadow spread its wings in the strong wind, and its blood-stained black-red claws went straight to the back of the Angel of Holy Light. He, he, they all heard the indescribable roar, violent and strange, all kinds of hallucinations appeared uncontrollably in front of their eyes, and they instantly fell into the scene they were most afraid of!

"ah!"

Benjamin Abraham's ears seemed to echo with the illusive full moon murmur. He fell to the ground in pain and scratched his cheek frantically.

The Angel of Holy Light only paused for half a second. He praised the sun loudly, and all the sunlight beside him seemed to turn into physical blades, floating and rotating around him, like a meat grinder, removing scales, flesh, and bone spurs from the demon's body. Strip. But these pains were nothing to the demon above Killing Heart. He didn't stop, and despite the increasingly serious injuries, he let his blade claws cut off the opponent's ribs, and his sharp fingertips almost touched the strong beating heart.

The Angel of Holy Light lost the opportunity by not revealing the form of the mythical creature in time, but he was not afraid and twisted his body violently, causing the opponent's wrist bones to break with a "click" sound. The filthy words continued to be uttered, and the negative effects such as "death", "chaos", and "fear" never stopped. Most of them were blocked by the Holy Light Angel's chants and blessings, but a few still fell on him. His sword light also plowed out deep visible bone scars on the demon's body. The broken pieces of flesh and blood that fell during the short fight were burned by the golden flames, and after a short period of drifting, they turned into extremely high-temperature rain of light. .

The light of the sun's path is the nemesis of all evil, ghosts and filth. The angel of holy light flies over like a falcon, cutting off the root bones of the bat wings, letting the huge wings hang down powerlessly, and the devil's blood boils into red. Steam, anything that comes into contact with it will instantly develop magical characteristics. Soon, the Holy Light Sword penetrated the chest and nailed it to a certain building, leaving only the hilt outside, and the demon's whole body burned with dazzling golden flames.

"Got you, demon."

A cruel smile appeared on the devil's ferocious face: "No, I finally caught you."

The corpse closest to them suddenly opened its eyes! The spiritual threads that had been lurking before were no longer hidden. They twisted forward and pounced on the two entangled angels like snakes. But the moment those dark threads were about to touch the Angel of Holy Light, they suddenly all changed direction and pounced on Edward! The front end of the spiritual thread pierced into the demon's body. In just ten minutes ago, this body had just become Zaratul's marionette once. He was very confident that he could control the opponent instantly!

He chose to help Adam.

In a foreign park, Adam calmly prepared to call it a day.

The devil's eyes quickly lost their luster, and the sharp claws that almost crushed the heart of the Holy Light Angel froze and gradually loosened, while his vital points were penetrated deeper by the sword of light, already pierced from behind. However, at this moment, a word came out of His throat at a slow speed:

"destiny!"

It's a charm! But what kind of spell it is is not yet known. Zaratul immediately increased his vigilance, and saw that in the next moment all his spiritual body threads were out of control, pulled away from Edward's body, and fell on the Holy Light Angel at a faster speed. In the blink of an eye, the Angel of Holy Light showed symptoms of sluggish thinking and slow reaction. The situation changed in an instant, and he was at a disadvantage - it was the "Luck Stealer" talisman! Using the insect of time as the raw material, we exchanged each other's fate!

Before Zaratul could do anything, the demon swooped up and bit off the Holy Light Angel from the waist up.

The body was torn apart, but the angel would not lose his life immediately, so his incomplete claws grabbed his falling body and brought it into his mouth. The sharp teeth that were intertwined like spears closed suddenly like a gate. Zaratul clearly heard the sound of cracking bones and a short scream. The terrifying mouth of the angel-level demon had a bite force comparable to that of a giant dragon. In an instant, he turned the hostile angel's body into flesh mixed with bone residue and swallowed it.

Adam's writing hand suddenly paused in the air, as if the writer had lost his creative inspiration.

After killing the enemy, the demon fell backwards, gradually losing all its inhuman characteristics in mid-air, and turned into a normal human being when it landed. Edward Vaughn let his broken body roll twice on the ground. The huge burns that had penetrated his abdomen were still spreading outward. Suddenly, He sat up suddenly and stared at Zaratul.

Zaratul disappeared from the spot instantly.

So Edward fell again - or in other words, he was actually the "King of Decline". Adam's influence did cause some confusion in the consciousness of "Edward Vaughn", so he imprisoned him at a critical moment and sent him deep into his consciousness, and then released him after a while when he became normal. If He had not taken over the body, he would never have been able to make the final counter-attack, and everything would have gone as Adam wished.

He lay on his back, covered in blood, looking at the sky.

"Hey." He was bored, "How come Russell isn't dead yet?"

Ever since he supported Roselle to become the Black Emperor, the gods hidden under the human skin have been waiting to see how the great Archon Gustavus will destroy himself. ——It seems pretty good now. The declining king thought to himself, although I have never been a minister, I have been a minister many times. The most efficient way to destroy a king is to give him everything.

Look, Your Majesty! If you want to expand your territory, I will offer you victory and a silent city. If you want stronger power, I will fulfill your wish without hesitation. Money, glory, capital for foreign wars, I am what you want. I gave it all to you. Is it my fault that you ended up betraying all your relatives and dying miserably? of course not! Although this is undoubtedly a gift from the devil, are you a sinless human being who accepts it happily?

Only about two minutes had passed, but the Black Emperor of the Star Realm was already showing signs of decline. And the Eternal Blazing Sun, whose carelessness caused his angel to be devoured, finally showed its rage. He no longer consumed Roselle's spirituality in a steady way, but launched an attack like a storm. The God of Steam and Machinery remained tepid, but had no intention of letting Russell leave alive.

At this moment, the time has come, Russell's movements suddenly stopped for a moment, his chest split open, and a blood-red full moon burst out!

Russell was unable to suppress the pollution on his body. The sun was at its strongest, and the clouds on the horizon began to burn, allowing the Declined King to dig out a passage from the Bible from the memory of Edward Vaughan: "...the sun had already risen, when the Lord sent sulfur and brimstone Fire came down from the Lord in heaven on Sodom and Gomorrah..."

He couldn't remember the rest clearly, and he was too lazy to think about it. He continued to quietly watch this brilliant and great destruction, watching the fire break through the twisted laws and shadows, and the torrent of knowledge and star trails swallowed up Russell, without any sound. Any sound, tens of thousands of degrees of flames burning, violent shock waves sweeping through the star world, the barriers of space trembling slightly, as long as a trace of spirituality spills out can turn dozens of kilometers of the material world into charcoal.

The black figure wearing a crown and armor also became a silhouette in the flames, and disappeared as if blown away by the wind. The death of an emperor should be so solemn and grand, reminiscent of murals depicting the fall of gods, or towers collapsing after connecting to the sky.

The genie's voice suddenly rang in his ears, reminding him to fulfill the agreement and take action. The Decline King was too noisy and hung up the call.

Regardless of the ray of consciousness of the djinn that was furious in the spiritual world, the Declined King sat up from his own pool of blood and rushed to see Russell for the last time. He was originally looking forward to Russell's death, and he had been very interested from before the opening, but after watching it, he immediately felt like he didn't want to move. He always lacked interest in things that were about to die.

He found Russell in the ruins of the side hall, which had not yet been burned. He carried the concept of "burning" directly from the sun, which was much more refined than the fire set by the hunters. The fire had already engulfed the house, and its footsteps kept spreading like a distant place. Russell fell to the ground, He was not dead yet, and His body was covered with burnt marks and large and small red cracks, like the changing phases of the moon, like the blinking eyes. The pollution of the fallen Mother Goddess would not let him go, and would pursue him into the grave.

How can a sinful soul sleep peacefully! Russell Gustave, the calamity moon has long left fatal pollution on your soul. You want to die, but you don't know that you can't be resurrected smoothly.

Perhaps because of His lack of concealment, Russell, who was still breathing, moved his eyelids and looked at Him - first wary, then suddenly confused, and finally Russell's eyes suddenly turned into deep shock and disbelief.

"You..." He temporarily recovered his lost memory under the influence of pollution, recalling the mocking look in his eyes, "It's... you!"

"Yes, it's me." The Declined King admitted very generously. He even leaned down and said lightly and quickly, "Thank you for your suspicion and performance all the time. Well, Russell, go to hell, you won't Successfully resurrected."

Having said that, he completely lost interest in the Black Emperor, and even stood up and left without waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be released (it would be useless even if he took him away anyway, Adam suffered a big loss this time and would definitely come to cause trouble). He stood up straight, closed his eyes, and opened them again, as if he had experienced a deep sleep. A smile appeared on his face again, and he became "Edward Vaughn" again.

TBC

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*Suddenly I discovered that some of the recommendation votes came from QQ Reading. I really discovered a new world, but there are no comments on QQ Reading.

*Decay: You are next, Zaratul!

Zaratul: Damn... (Teleport away

decay:? Hoho, instead of taking advantage of the situation, you turned around and ran away. Then let us stay further away... (Fell down