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

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Not alive, not dead. If you put a little pressure on it, it becomes the part that dies. Everything in this city was completely eroded by strange power, and there was an aura that made him sick.

The Declined King stood motionless in the depths of the alley, wearing the standard gentleman's clothing of Western civilization, looking extremely out of place in this city full of oriental charm. For example, the Flying Apsara of Dunhuang appears in the oil painting The Birth of Venus, and a realistic Greek god with blond hair and blue eyes appears in the painting A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains. The pinprick feeling of being contaminated and tempted in my spiritual intuition has not dissipated, and it seems like there is a pair of eyes watching Him from the darkness. He reached out and scratched in the air, and then he remembered that his "scepter" was still in the hand of the half-body who was dozing in outer space.

"This is also a good opportunity to establish contact with the earth." He said to himself, and then denied himself, "That's it. The aesthetics of the City of Disaster are too poor, and I don't like these weird things."

The Declined King walked out of the alley and came to a subtle magical city in an unknown area of ​​​​this era. The corpse-like passers-by around him noticed him, pointed curiously, and spontaneously surrounded him, muttering in their mouths. He wrote some words that seemed to belong to the Chinese language and literature system but the pronunciation was very strange. The Outer God looked at them with a mysterious expression on his face that probably meant "the essence is speaking".

"The telegraph booth doesn't even bother to pretend. It's so perfunctory. It seems that City of Disaster not only has no artistic aesthetic ability, but also has insufficient activation level."

He said this inspiredly, somewhat nonchalantly: "This place will be materially weakened, physically corrupted, and spiritually destroyed."

The curse of the gods fell, and the wind of death swept across the entire city in an instant. The buildings made of bricks and cement made a dull roar, as if a giant dragon was breathing quietly. Wherever he passed, the neon lights flickered and went out, the damaged circuits exploded with sparks, the dirty river water turned into stagnant water, and all that floated up were dead fish of flesh and bone. The smooth paint on the building's surface quickly peeled off, revealing an interior that seemed to have been eroded by rain for a thousand years. The ground lost activity in a very short period of time and gradually turned into a gray color like burned paper, as if it was made of ashes.

The pedestrians approaching turned into black ashes. They did not collapse immediately, but still stood in the same action as before.

Then they all collapsed in the next second, with only the bones of plants remaining, and the ruins of the city were covered with thick dead ash.

The Declined King gently exhaled, and then - the ashes hovering in the sky boiled like boiling water, rising straight to the top of the sky. It was as if a huge gray-black tree touching the sky was growing like crazy, covering the entire world at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. It stretched out countless ferocious and twisted branches, piercing somewhere in the sky. Black-red blood flowed out from the cracks in the sky, becoming a blood-red waterfall hundreds of meters long, dyeing the lifeless land red.

"Click" something was thrown at His feet from a branch made of ashes. The ground then shook, rumbling like thousands of giants running across the earth. This polluted city was about to collapse together with the space.

The decayed king lowered his eyes slightly, and the dark giant tree behind him collapsed instantly. The thick mist-like ashes wrapped the thing, turning into chains and seals and penetrating it. He looked at the unknown squirming mass of flesh and blood at his feet, and for a moment, he smiled without a smile.

"The end of a mere activated source matter."

He said, "How dare you look down on me?"

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An earthquake occurred in Binxi, the island at night. It was not big, only about magnitude 3-5. The Church of the Storm members stationed in the local area hurriedly came out to check. Fortunately, there were no traces of occultism or man-made phenomena, and no one was injured except for an old house that was in disrepair and collapsed during the earthquake.

At this time, the instigator had already returned to his villa in Backlund. Edward Vaughn was drinking tea leisurely. The King of Decay had taken back his power and returned to the bottom of consciousness.

He held a ball of black surging ashes in his hand, which was wrapped in an indescribable red ball that seemed to be alive.

There is one thing that needs to be determined.

Not far away, Amon was sitting cross-legged on a dense vine, holding a copy of "C++ is the most beautiful language in the world" and meditating hard, pulling out his hair one by one. Ancient scholars passing by might be able to click on it on the spot. Bright fragments. He was immersed wholeheartedly in the ocean of learning, and there was a black crow with white circles with his feet in the air, foaming at the mouth, lying at his feet.

Seeing the outside god return, he quickly put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up and ask for advice. But when he saw the other party striding straight to Adam's position, he sat back without any surprise and continued to fight against the crystallization of the old civilization.

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Adam, who was hanging his head, heard the footsteps and felt the approaching breath. As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the alien god who had tortured him for more than a hundred years threw something aside and stretched out his claws towards him. He moved subconsciously, but chose to give up the struggle.

The outer god had a serious expression, stretched out his hands to cover both sides of Adam's head, fixed the back of his head with his fingers, covered his ears with his palms, and put his thumbs right on his temples. This action of directly controlling the weak point caused Adam to instantly tighten his fists and raise his pupils in a defensive posture. Knowing that it was in vain, he still tried his best to build countless layers of mental fortresses.

Although it has long lost its extraordinary characteristics, the possibility of "death" has been taken away. Fortunately, thanks to his "virtual personality" identity, he can still manage to divide his consciousness and memory, divide important information into pieces, and hide it in the corners of countless mental islands. Even if the outer gods wanted to obtain information from him, it would be as troublesome as searching for the necessary books in a huge uncategorized library.

...Of course, trouble is trouble, and my method has not really succeeded a few times, because the other party is unexpectedly patient.

The cold forehead of the Outer God touched her, and two pairs of inhuman eyes, one green and one gold, looked at each other through each other's foreheads, and neither of them closed their eyes.

Their battle begins for the umpteenth time. But the virtual personality will not grow, and his opponents have already figured out the most efficient way to deal with him through long confrontations and research. When he realized that the invasion this time did not come from the center of his eyebrows or temples, but that the hands holding his head gradually changed its structure and shape, and suddenly penetrated from his almost defenseless ears and back of his head, Adam suddenly reacted. When he reacted, his pupils stood up and his scales tightened, leaving no gaps, but it was too late.

Those hands are not hands, they are weapons, the roots of plunder.

His mind was being invaded, just like every time in the past hundred years. The outer gods looked at him coldly. They had different races, opposite ideas, and very different civilizations. He looked at him as if his body was writing the history of mortals without any ripples. This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The gods from outside the world cut open His skin and flesh with sharp eyes like a knife, picked out His bones, and calculated their value.

Adam heard the sound, not through his ears, but through their direct contact on the surface of the cerebral cortex. It was a sound like wind blowing leaves, soft but extremely hypnotic and aggressive. Hundreds of layers of defense were violently broken through one by one, and the pain in his consciousness landed on his "body" and turned into light electrical stimulation, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning like fire. The Outer God monitors these signals meticulously, confirming which area can be messed up more quickly when stimulating them to stimulate his mind and spirit.

Adam roared from his mouth and tried his best to resist all this. Every part of his body was transforming into the form of a spiritual dragon. However, the layers of branches that bound him quickly used their sharp claws, wings that could roll up the wind, The powerful body was all strangled, and the ends were like needles piercing the body through the gaps in the scales, using the spirit of decay to force him to calm down. Just like giving adrenaline to an animal being dissected to sustain life, these spirits kept Him awake, calm, unresisting, and willing to continue suffering at the hands of external gods.

"really……"

The voice of the Outer God rumbled in his mind, huge waves surged in the ocean of his mind, and the islands were shattered one after another. An invisible hand stirred the sea water, grabbing his own clone from time to time and crushing it, Find the information and memories He needs. As a result, Adam's consciousness was completely disordered. He was shivering all over, and the pain had a temperature that could be recorded as strange and grotesque pictures. His spirit was tainted with the air of decay and coldness countless times. According to records, it took him at least 20 hours to rebuild his form and spirit after this.

"Both you and He know what happened on Bansi Island..."

"It was my pollution that made Him forget it."

Confusing sounds roared through his chaotic hearing system. The Outer God's actions were crisp and swift, and he was experienced in many battles. He used direct stimulation of various parts of the brain to mobilize his body, which was already dripping with cold sweat. After the extreme pain, He changed his strategy like a charity, and used the method of sweet dates with a big stick to the extreme. His senses were forced to operate at a high speed with difficulty, secreting too much joy and fabricated joy in his thinking and five senses. , disintegrating one's consciousness with joy and relief after pain.

No, no, this is absolutely... But it's useless. He does feel a kind of happiness that appears out of thin air and should never be produced.

After the extreme cold, there was a sudden high temperature. The spring was compressed to the extreme and then suddenly spread out. Unintended emotions of ecstasy and pleasure rushed into the brain. This was torture that was more unbearable than pain. His stiff limbs and body began to soften, and small branches got into his fists, spreading them little by little, leaving him completely powerless.

Resistance is ineffective. Resistance is ineffective. Meaningless. Give up the struggle. There was a brief blank in Adam's consciousness. He didn't know what to do or what he could do. He even had an urge to give up on himself, which made him simply give up thinking and resisting and hand over everything he knew and thought. He was just a human being. There is no need for the virtual personality to endure these damn tortures on behalf of the real body. There is no humiliation in surrender and failure. Being invaded and dominated is worthy of joy... These imposed thoughts that do not belong to him will wander around in his mind for a long time, and finally Taken away by the outer gods and collected.

He is like a fish, blowing bubbles on the shore, and each bubble is filled with chaotic thoughts like a disordered dream.

After about a long time, Adam felt that his head lost its support and suddenly drooped, almost bending at a right angle to his spine. He realized that the vine branches that bound him were only loosely holding him because he had given up resistance long ago. The golden hair was wet with sweat, and Adam was not even used to the feeling of breathing. His confused consciousness told him that the air was red, and the dragon should breathe with its gills in the water.

The root system of the Outer God has returned to the shape of a hand. He picked up an unknown percentage of the pollution in the City of Disaster and sealed it conveniently. Adam stared at the hands, which were pale and slender, with distinct joints, and wore black half-finger gloves like that, as if they were really just a pair of hands, and the person standing there was really a person.

The Outer God glanced at Him, then turned around without giving Him another look.

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When passing by Amon, who was thinking hard, the Outer God suddenly stopped and glanced down like a class teacher who suddenly appeared behind a student - Amon was still reading the first section of the first chapter.

If he remembered correctly, it's been about two hours, and if you don't practice it, what can you understand after holding this theoretical book for a hundred years? Why not go to the Church of Steam and steal Russell's manuscript first? , learn Gundam manufacturing techniques from scratch.

"And you, Amon." The Declined King said sincerely, "If you can't learn it, don't learn it. There are no computers in this era anyway."

TBC

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When I’m Conceiving: What I’m Thinking About

When I write: What am I writing?

After writing: What am I writing?

Why a sparse and ordinary tossing Adam was written by me in such a mysterious way. Hope I'm okay.

"Your resistance and persistence are meaningless to me. I can invade your brain and control your cerebral cortex, modify your understanding and thoughts, and also weaken your body and link consciousness to control your behavior. If you If you are not so resistant, letting me extend the tip into your body is the most efficient way to detect it. This is quite gentle. I am very curious about the heart and bone structure of the dragon... but I think these are too dangerous. The pain may completely damage your nerves and consciousness at any time. After all, I don’t want to kill you yet, so can’t we have some friendly and peaceful information exchanges?”

Decay said as he pulled Adam's chin.

Many strange images appeared in my mind. (

Decline has officially made his appearance (not to mention his official appearance is simply the opening lightning strike), I don’t know what everyone thinks of Him currently (…

*Reedit: In fact, this is a normal predatory behavior, right? Everyone is not from the same species. After all, there are so many animals and plants in nature that will poison, anesthetize, excite, or hallucinate their prey and then slowly digest it. There is no need to think in strange directions.