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

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"So." King of Decay said, "What's going on with the inexplicable extra affinity with spiritual creatures that I have recently?"

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"I don't know." Edward also felt puzzled. He perfunctorily touched two Fulgrim's dogs that were sniffing around his feet. Fulgrim's dogs licked the touched areas wildly, and then quickly ran back into the fog of history. He didn't know whether he disliked it or liked it. There are also many strange spiritual creatures surrounding Him curiously, seriously hindering His progress.

"I have obviously not come into contact with any high-sequences recently, nor have I encountered any sealed objects related to the spirit world..."

"Klein? Impossible. He is only Sequence 7. Even if it is related to him, it should only be because of something behind him."

"Didn't I pry his soul before?"

"..."

"It's really troublesome." Edward avoided the gathering of spiritual creatures. "Beria hasn't moved yet. He must be hiding. I don't know what the Beria family will do. I'm looking forward to taking action against me."

The Declined King took away this ray of thought and dispersed it to prevent it from being detected by the demonic sense of the Belia clan leader. Twenty percent of him (Edward) had his own thoughts, but he didn't answer and sank back into the bottom of his consciousness. Typist Amon was walking on a branch, holding a rocket launcher model in his hand. He was dismantling and reshaping it with great interest, exploring the structure of this unknown instrument.

Seeing the decayed king return, Gai Amon did not immediately stand up to show respect, but said hello in a leisurely manner. He has already discovered that although this god has the word "king" in his name, he actually does not have many requirements for the attitude of others. And he doesn't like to communicate with others. He spends most of his time in his own thoughts, quietly waiting for something.

What can the Outer God wait for? Perhaps the opportunity to take action?

Unknown path, unknown purpose, what else will He do? Amon also found it interesting, but Amon wouldn't say. He had no sense of belonging to the earth and humans, and was only alienated from the current world. There is no human nature, no love or hate, only the basic likes and dislikes of living beings. Even if the main body is like this, his avatar feels even less emotions.

If it were in the past, when the ancient sun god was still alive, he would have scolded him a few words, asking him to pay attention to the fragile inhabitants of this planet, but Adam, who was actually his father in his brother's skin, also remained silent. He has been a prisoner for more than a hundred years and has endured too much exploration and research that a virtual personality should not endure. Now he has seen through the mortal world and is indifferent to the world. The avatar still refuses to bow down, or its setting makes it impossible to bow down, but Amon has gained a little privilege with his serious and studious attitude. As long as he doesn't play pranks too far, he won't be punished at all.

If he steps out of line, the Luckstealer's Charm and the magical items of the Stealer's Path will be his fate.

As expected, the Outer God ignored him at all and returned to his seat as before, meditating on something.

Amon thought for a while, put down the rocket launcher in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the other party very naturally: "Your Majesty."

The outer gods did not move.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Amon adjusted his monocle and asked with a smile, "I want to know some knowledge about the old times and the perfect civilization you told me about twenty years ago. .”

The god still didn't respond. Amon often suspected that the simulated face was not flesh and blood and nerves underneath, because he didn't even open his mouth when he spoke. Of course, this is a world of deep consciousness. Anyone who speaks basically follows his or her instinct as a creature. The person opposite is not a creature. It is understandable that he does not have this instinct.

"Incompleteness is the root of progress. The only way left for a perfect life is silence or self-destruction."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, this voice appeared in Amon's ears. The Declined King finally looked at him. There was not much expression on his face, and his voice had the indifference and hardness of an inanimate substance, as well as an air of arrogance. Amon had long been accustomed to this kind of conversation. He didn't panic, but became more relaxed: "In exchange for these information, what can I do for you?"

"Information on the land abandoned by God."

Adam suddenly looked up.

"..." Amon touched his eyes. He was not surprised by Adam's reaction at all, but he didn't care. "I'm just a Sequence 3 clone with limited memory. The detailed information may only be known to the main body."

"Amon." Adam couldn't help but say.

"Stop it, Adam, you are not my father now, and you are not even a paranoid." Amon smiled a little evilly. He didn't even look at the slightly cracked expression on Adam's face, and turned to look at the Outer God with no pupils. eyes, "I will give you everything I know, including the location of the clone in the Land Abandoned by God. You can judge the value by yourself. If there is a premium, I mean if, I want more knowledge about the old era. .”

"Okay." The god answered him calmly.

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"Is this Bansi?"

After leaving the long-distance teleportation in the spirit world, when Edward set his feet on the ground, it was already dark. Looking around, there was heavy fog and thick clouds covering the moon. The whole city was shrouded in the atmosphere of a horror movie, as if something would pop out of the shadows in the next second. However, at around nine o'clock, the streets were deserted, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and even the church only had one or two lights on, seemingly following the rule of "no doors open after dark."

"Banxi, known as Binsi Port in ancient times. This name is very interesting. Binsi, Binsi, the vampire goblin in the old anecdotes and legends?"

Edward walked boldly forward through the center of the city and bumped into a pedestrian and his head in the square.

The headless zombie bared its teeth and claws dedicatedly for two seconds, and then the blood that flowed from the broken neck solidified. The head, which was flying around with its snake-like spine, stagnated in the air, and then disintegrated in fear.

Edward looked at a pile of rotten flesh and bones falling to the ground with their teeth crackling, and took two steps back in disgust.

"The monsters in Bansi all work two jobs, but their work attitude is not very serious." The headless zombie ran away, and then was blown up by Edward throwing a stone casually. Seeing that there were no signboards and no passers-by around, Edward simply approached a dead tree with yellow leaves on the side of the road, knocked on the trunk, and asked it, "I want to go to the most dangerous place, where should I go?"

Tree:……

"Oh." Edward got the information he wanted through mysterious communication and got a key word of "telegraph office".

So he determined the direction and found a path near the square. Following the path leisurely through the woods and the city, he found a small house with a "Telegraph Office" sign on the door in the corner of the residential area. There is no extensive newspaper industry at sea, and the mailing industry is not developed yet. The delivery efficiency is comparable to that of a turtle. The telegraph, which is used with average frequency in the northern continent, is the main long-distance communication tool here.

He narrowed his eyes, curled his fingers together, and knocked on the door of the telegraph office.

A gentle female voice came from the telegraph office:

"Hello, are you here to take a photo or telegram?"

"Please, come in."

Edward readily accepted it. He grabbed the metal handle of the wooden door with his right hand, turned it downwards with a slight click, and pushed it forward.

There was a wooden table in the small room with a typewriter on it, and a telegraph machine and chairs by the wall. The two people placed on the chairs faced the wooden door, their heads with bloody spines dragging under their necks and looked over at the sound of the door opening. One is a woman's head and the other is a man's. They were no different from the heads Edward met outside, but they had a deeper and more terrifying mysterious aura about them.

Where did the body go? Edward couldn't help but think.

"Please, go and send the telegram."

"The "Standard Code Book" and "Language Dictionary" are placed on the bookshelf. Please confirm the destination address after reading them."

The red-haired woman's head opened slowly like a typewriter.

"Okay, thank you." Edward rubbed his temples and felt some vibrations in his spirituality. Some high-level influences were trying to pollute and corrode him, but it was not enough to shake the guard of the declining king in the consciousness space who was watching the outside world. It seems that their judgment is somewhat wrong. If it is impossible for a "weather warlock" to influence angels of the same level, is there a "conqueror" here? Since the Red Angel Medici and the other two conquerors have been together in the world After his fall, Hunter Sequence 1, who has never been seen publicly again... where will he be?

Thinking of this, Edward glanced at the red-haired woman from the corner of his eye, feeling that things seemed even more complicated.

But he really didn't pay attention to the code. When playing as a human, his contact range is usually limited to the surrounding cities, and sending letters is enough. In terms of extraordinary aspects, the messenger is much easier to use than the telegraph. Edward sat down in front of the telegraph machine, flipped through the telegraph codes with great interest, and then typed "Starry Sky" in the recipient address column.

The atmosphere in the telegraph office suddenly became solemn.

"gentlemen."

"Please……"

"No, prank."

"Sorry, I was just trying." Edward smiled apologetically and deleted the address. He did not seek help from the two staff members, but tentatively typed while comparing the letters of the code.

"Wither, the master."

"Fall, my lord."

"All of life..."

His learning ability was so fast that even the heads of a man and a woman didn't even react. Lines of code had already been captured. There are no rituals or props, but this is a symbolic ceremony for the gods to summon themselves. The heads don't know all this, they only know that someone is summoning unknown gods on their territory, and evil gods come to kick the ball! The man's head let out a piercing scream that shook his soul, and gray-white mist spread. The red-haired woman suddenly opened her mouth, and tentacles of decayed flesh and blood rushed out of her mouth, and rushed towards Edward who was sitting in front of the telegraph machine. ·Vaughn.

"...the ultimate journey."

Without any panic, He finished typing this line of code with a few ups and downs of his fingers. Covered in personality and transformed into divinity, He only closed his eyes for a second, but seemed to wake up from a long sleep and opened a pair of cyan eyes without pupils.

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The Declined King looked at the telegraph office door. He put his hand on the handle, thinking about which way to open it to "get" there.

Behind Him is a dark and decaying room. A short moment seems to have turned into a thousand years of time in the telegraph office. Everything is covered with thick dust, and the windows are covered tightly with small branches, so that no light can penetrate. . There seemed to be horror hidden in the deep darkness. Countless vines and roots occupied every corner like giant spider webs, growing out of all the gaps. The leaves and branches were all gray and black before they died.

There was no head, only a few dead bones swallowed up by the sand, and the rest of the decorations turned into decaying dust. There was almost no movement, the house was wiped out, and there was a tree on the road that seemed to have taken root and grown for decades. It was difficult to spot this subtle change without looking carefully. The surrounding buildings were still silent, and no one noticed the changes here.

"..."

The gray-white mist disappeared at some point. The Declined King thought for a moment, then pushed the door open and left the telegraph office, then stretched out his hand and pulled. The door bolt and the wall automatically turned into decaying black ash, and silently, He completely tore off the entire wooden door and the door frame.

Then, He casually leaned the door against a wall with the door number facing out. He grasped the handle again, slowly turned it, and pushed the door open into the wall.

The door was leaning against the wall. He took a step forward and stepped right into the gap between the door and the wall.

At this moment, he saw the gray-white mist again. They did not spread from the door, but seemed to fill the entire world in an instant. The Declined King felt something in his heart. He looked around and saw that the surrounding buildings were no longer the low-rise houses scattered with small single-family buildings in Banxi Port. He saw that everything had changed.

He was in an alley, with long bluestone bricks under his feet, and black bricks and white tiles on the wall at his hand. He looked into the distance and saw the short-shirted hawker pushing a cart selling fruit on the street, and the black festering vocal cords that trembled in the crack of his throat when he yelled. He saw dozens of meters high buildings, traditional Chinese characters. The neon lights were on during the day, with fancy colors and lights; I also saw a woman in a long skirt smiling at the door to welcome guests, dragging a swaying body made of bones and broken flesh.

His expression became a little strange, and a cold and forbidding expression appeared on "Edward's" face like never before.

"What "God of Weather"..."

"It's actually the City of Disaster that is consciously eroding reality?"

TBC

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"Why are the Sefirot talking?" (Frowning) (Beat)

Return to the main storyline.

The eyes of the humanoid shells simulated by decay have no pupils. After all, pupils are used by animals to sense light. If ultrasound, smell, peripheral senses, optical refraction and mystical methods are used to understand the world, then there is no need for pupils. Naturally This map is not needed either.