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

Chapter 13

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The king of decay opened one eye, dragged the countless roots that make up the entire body, and moved a distance of about a light-year, slowly entrenched on the extinguished, ice-cold sun.This is the most comfortable position for him in this galaxy. The death of a star will inevitably drag the entire galaxy into dead silence, and one planet is still struggling.

This is the fourth time that the "self" on earth has contacted the main body within 200 years. The frequency is a little high, but he can understand his mood.The second contact gave the coordinates of the location at that time, and it was expected to welcome a true god-level visitor—but the "Dark Emperor" did not come, "I" was released as a dove, and the streamer rushed towards the moon.So there was a third contact, the body container consciousness was exchanged, the "self" of the earth approached the "Dark Emperor", and had a short and friendly talk with him in the starry sky.When the consciousness was exchanged again, I felt the "pleasure" emotion left in the thinking organ.

Joy, pity, gloating.

Sadness, sympathy, great love.

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

And this joy was magnified to the extreme when he witnessed the fall 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 your own hands. Thousands of miles apart, the ecstasy that a small container cannot bear is conveyed to the starry body, and the stars at your fingertips tremble because of it.

I really want, really want to find the location of His resurrection, take out the remnant body of the "Dark Emperor" from the mausoleum, hold this shadow of order solemnly in the palm of your hand, appreciate His appearance of suffering from human nature, appreciate His appearance of being in pain due to pollution. The madness brought by it will continue and appreciate forever and ever.But the sky of the earth is covered by the veil of night, and even the eyes of the outer gods who can see through the latitude cannot accurately find the last tomb under the hidden obstacles.

The fallen mother goddess faced each other far away on the moon, and the gazes of the two outer gods turned instantly. The incomplete pillars and the old days that had lost half of their source quality had no intention of making trouble, and quietly waited for that day to come .

The king of decay caresses the planet in his palm, and the creatures who live on it, who can't live or die, howl in praise of his name.

The other hands held pale and dead planets or flowers the same color as the eyes, while the third hundredth hand was empty, something should be put on it.Because when "I" contacted the main body for the first time, I said that there was a female human cub on the earth who would bet with me by divination of celestial phenomena.So a lottery was drawn to crush the planet in the [-]th hand, and let the debris of the asteroid pass through the atmosphere and pass by the earth, becoming the most magnificent meteor swarm that night, causing astronomers to be devastated.

The eyes in the palm of the 430th fifth hand opened, and the cyan pupils symbolizing destruction turned to the direction of the earth with the palm.Southern Land, the right 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 whole earth in your hands, just like the souvenirs you took away during your previous travels.

The fourth connection is a brief communication that takes place within the mind.

"I" said: "I have checked all the places on the earth that I can go to. The mysterious Western Continent was sealed by the Lord of Mysteries, and my source quality was not found. Maybe I need to go to the "Land Abandoned by God". "

The fallen king replied, "Yes."

"Myself" said again: "I can't go to the land abandoned by God for no reason. After all, it is the kingdom of God of the real creator. Is there anything I can do?"

The king of decay thought for a second, and a torrent of information and knowledge rolled through his mind, and it was conveyed to "self" in an instant.

The first way is to sneak in, but sneaking into the divine kingdom of his god will obviously cause conflicts among the gods, and "I" haven't given up my current identity yet.The second method is to create disasters, and create disasters in the land abandoned by God. The "true creator" will send people to check the situation, but he has his own angels, so he 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 perhaps only when the battle of gods begins will there be a chance.

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

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

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

"... big... my lord."

As if an electric current rolled over his body, the scammer lowered his head in fear, and scratched his arms uncontrollably with his fingers. As long as he was stared at by these eyes, he would involuntarily recall everything he had suffered in the warning dream. There was a dull pain from the top to the bottom: "I didn't, I didn't want to escape! You have been in a state of meditation for two days, I just went out to find out the movements of the Nighthawks! Absolutely not—"

"I'm sure you're a man of the moment."

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

"Yes... yes." Lanrus murmured, "I'm just his follower, an insignificant human being, how can I act—as—"

"As long as it can come successfully, He probably won't care about this kind of boring thing." I said, "Show your value. Since you can't escape, just do your own thing and pray for God's care."

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 earlier, and those traces misled the Punisher And the heart of the machine, let them all think that I have escaped. The nighthawks found the letter from my residence, but they should not have realized, uh, what the 'bomb' is, please forgive my stupidity and ignorance at the time .”

I nodded: "Continue."

"The Nighthawks are investigating Madam Sharon's matter. You may not know about this matter. In short, the current clues point to the struggle between the Extraordinary gangs. The Nighthawks can't find anything. The police have already published a newspaper to report the incident. It is classified as a vicious homicide."

That's right, when I contacted the "main body", I did feel a prying sight, which seemed to be a high-level divination, but it was pitifully weak, and the connection was disconnected before I could trace it back.Because at this time, one's state will just be at a special node with the old person, and the fortune teller who is not afraid of death will lose his life in an instant, and he will not be able to see anything before he dies.

Lanwusi finished the report, basically agreeing.I looked out the window, it was two buildings and two streets away from the Nighthawks' base "Blackthorn Security Company", and I was still able to 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 Nighthawk base within 48 hours:
1. Nightmare's special application has received a reply from the Holy Church, and someone will come to investigate soon, and he will be promoted to Sequence 6 soon.

2. Within the scope of the small building, "Daily" and "Ms. Daili" were mentioned twelve times, two of which came from Mengmai herself, and the verbs before and after appeared more frequently were "confession", "invitation", "Meet".

3. The police were dispatched twice to investigate the witch's incident, but found nothing.Helped the Punisher to find the trace of Lanerus, but found nothing.

4. 0-08 and its author's random fabrication of reality made the Nighthawks realize the existence of "coincidence", and consciously resisted it.

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

……

I pondered the sentence "a ritual to please the devil" in my head for half a second while drinking tea, and in a sense it was quite true.The writer used the witch as a blood sacrifice and begged me to leave his hiding place and leave the city, but I refused and punished him.All I left at the crime scene were the traces of fighting with extraordinary powers. It may indeed be a bit bloody, but there are too many ways and people who love blood. The struggle between extraordinary people and the struggle between secret organizations can be understood, "the devil Ritual" How did this come to mind?
High-level divination didn't fail?Or does anyone realize that this is the feeding of the "demon" in the mid-to-high sequence?The latter is more likely... I looked over slowly, and the sight of Nightmare, who was talking to the team members, happened to pass over everyone's faces, the Midnight Poet, the Clown, the Corpse Collector, the Secret Peeper... everyone There are more or less traces of fate being distorted on their bodies, especially the midnight poet and the clown. They should be the two people who always saved the day in the notes, and they are clearly marked as "the ones with secrets" It is—Midnight Poet.

Can you pay attention to it a little bit...or kill it casually?
Following the nightmare's perspective, I saw two young men who survived the catastrophe walking down the stairs side by side.There was a knock on the door of the front desk, it was pushed open, and a tall blonde woman walked in.Wearing a lotus leaf hat and a long skirt, she has green eyes, and her belly is swollen, as if she was pregnant for more than seven months.

The nightmare cannot be seen, nor can the Midnight poet and the clown, the near-substantial resentment and despair gathered around this woman, especially her abdomen, accompanied by the breath of the fetus in the womb, which is like a gray cloud. Shrinking, not completely absorbed.The kid saw me, opened his eyes and giggled in the direction of the nightmare.Under the influence of the child, the mother who had not yet lost consciousness turned her head in confusion, and nodded to Mengyan, who instantly tensed her body.

I winked at him too.The writer is even more restless than I imagined. How did he survive until now?
"Good afternoon, Ally's kid," I said, "Of course, you'll be Ally himself soon."

Then, I turned my head.The fraudster thought I was speaking into the air, and peeked out the window from time to time: "You can go."

Lanwusi was taken aback for a moment, then jumped up as if he had received amnesty, picked up his suitcase and rushed out the door, as fast as if 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.

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Inside the reception hall of the Blackthorn Security Company.

Leonard had already gotten rid of the stiff state just now, and he no longer had a strange expression when talking about the newly discovered house that Lanerus had rented.

"Really? He never told me..." Megose frowned slightly, and gave a fairly normal answer.After speaking, she grabbed a handful of her blond hair and threw it into the trash can beside her.Again and again, her face was slightly distorted.

Leonard was stunned for a moment, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, and cold sweat broke out from his palms again.When Megose scratched his face away and grabbed the blood-stained long strip of flesh, revealing his white teeth, he couldn't help but listen carefully, and then his face turned livid.

He forced a smile, and said to Megose, who kept scratching her face and grabbing flesh, "I'm going to the bathroom."

In the partition behind the corridor, Dunn looked at Leonard who was talking with Klein and nervously preparing to fight. Suddenly, he was in a daze for a moment. His empty hand subconsciously touched the gun pouch on his waist, thinking that it should be settled according to the agreement. The two companions who hindered God's descent.But in the next second, he returned to normal, patted the hem of the clothes with his hands very naturally, and joined the strategic arrangement.

Dunn Smith pulled off his collar, and said firmly: "I will go out with the ashes of Saint Selina first, you wait ten seconds, remember, after a few minutes of silence, come out to fight, when the time comes, no matter what we do Whether the situation is good or bad, none of you can waste your time and make your strongest attacks on Megose and the baby in her belly."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and holding the urn, he walked tall and straight to the reception hall, and the heir of the evil god waiting there.

TBC
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*It's the battle chapter again, the author is going to fish.

The first contact in 200 years: the bet between Bernadette and Edward, who had just become a Sequence 5 astrologer, whether there will be a meteor shower on a certain day in a certain month.

Edward: Not really, but yes, would you like to see it?

*There is no forethought in the layout, there is no terrifying brain-stirred man, He is just idle (...) In peacetime, I have nothing to do with betting with little girls, I am free to throw away collections, and even hang out with the Gustav family in winter There was a snowball fight, and then everyone conspired to build Russell into a snowman, which was praised by Matilda. After climbing out, Russell performed a friendly fight between reliable adults (mythical creatures) for the children . (...

(End of this chapter)