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

Chapter 191 The Serious Working Villains
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"Adam—Adam."

Bored, the King of Decline pinched the toy in his hand, pressed down the left eye of the blond human, and made a light pop in the eye socket, and then watched the eye slowly repair itself and bulge up again.

He put his thumb against the avatar's temple, and pressed down hard, as if he was pinching a decompression toy, pushing the avatar's temple into a deep depression, and his eyeballs bulged out horribly.

If I had to find a parallel in human behavior, it would be pinching bubble wrap to pass the time, and they make similar sounds.

"The door to the Land Abandoned by God is about to open for me."

"Original quality, the chance for the Kingdom of God to come to the real world, I can at least get one of them."

There are no sharp claws, no teeth and no bones in the current mythical creature form, but it does not affect him tormenting others.

He grasped the avatar with one hand like a doll, and stretched out his index finger with the other hand, and gently placed it on Adam's abdomen, slowly exerting pressure, and finally pierced Adam's abdomen with a large hole that was transparent from front to back.In this world similar to the Kingdom of God, the illusory blood scattered like light and shadow, and the eyebrows of the avatar twitched twice, but still endured the instinctive reaction of pain.

But the painful time it has spent is so long, endless negative emotions and painful memories have filled the corners of its memory, and it is emotionally unbalanced like a human being, just waiting for the day it will be detonated.

"Endure the pain and restrain your fear. It is useless to attack your mind if you want to make you slip into the direction of human beings. As expected, direct harm is more effective against the best psychiatrist in the world." Outer God said to him leisurely, "It looks like you're not going to say anything."

"Does your body also endure pain?"

He is speaking, but the words he speaks do not belong to any language. Every syllable is as strange as the vocal cords of human beings are aged and torn.Like the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, vines and dry branches rub against each other, this sound does not come from the ears, but directly rings in the brain of the avatar, causing goosebumps one after another.

This virtual shell didn't even open its mouth, and he didn't even bother to pretend.

He looked down at the toy in the palm of his hand, and curled his fingers to touch the beating heart—this was what Adam saw, and it should actually be a more treacherous and terrifying picture, such as those dry and rough branches piercing himself While fixing his body in place, the abdomen stretched out tiny branches and pierced into his internal organs—the terrifying touch of the heart being caressed turned into extreme negative emotions and rushed into the mind of the avatar, which was not too big or small The ground moved, and then my mind went blank, and the negative emotions disappeared without a trace, only the pain continued.

"You's body is much harder to deal with than yours. I don't have time to spend another 100 years torturing him..."

While speaking, this frightening visitor from the starry sky interacted with Adam’s organs with branches and roots mimicking his hands, taking the human abdomen and thorax as a jigsaw puzzle, changing the positions of the internal organs at will, and filling the piece in different ways puzzle.

Just torture the avatar.No matter how a creature is transformed by divinity, it still has instincts, just like closing its eyes subconsciously when seeing others punching, and shrinking or even phantom pain when watching others get hurt.Save and collect all the pain, joy, hatred, despair, and giving up thoughts that have been countless times for more than 100 years, and press them deep in the thinking of the virtual personality.

As a virtual personality consistent with Adam, isn't it natural that the main body is affected by its pain when the subroutine returns?

It doesn't talk, it's so boring.The king of decay crushed his lungs at the thought that an angel could survive without air.

"Human beings" need to breathe, and self-awareness is the virtual personality of human beings, so naturally they also need to breathe.Seeing that it had lost its "operating mode" it had always been, the Outer God suddenly opened his eyes wide and showed a ferocious and distorted expression, accepting this part of the pain contentedly.

Heart, arteries, lungs...the human body has too many fatal weaknesses, so in what form will the weakness of "idealists" manifest?Of course, he knew that the gods and angels had no weakness in the physical sense, but he still felt that if the "visionary" had a fatal weakness, it would undoubtedly be the brain.

"You've probably heard of 'brains in vats.'"

The decayed king's eyes fell on the cold sweaty forehead of the avatar, and he whispered with interest:

"Referring to Al Suhod's pen, can a writer's brain continue to organize the stage play and put it into reality? Can it be the core of a huge system, constantly dreaming and calculating?"

"Speak up, or I'll think you don't need a throat and vocal cords either."

After a few seconds of silence, the avatar was forced to think: "Are you going to do something to the main body?"

"You can only think of this..."

Outer God sighed in an extremely humane manner, pinched the avatar's neck with two fingers, and rolled it lightly, the avatar's head rolled aside like a ball without a rope as if it had been hit hard.The avatar saw its own back, its spine was broken, its vocal cords were torn, and the flesh and blood inside the neck were separated, leaving only the outer skin still connected.It was unable to make a sound for a short time.

Just as he had nothing to say, he just closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.Because its mind is in chaos, the root system of the Outer God can always gently touch its cerebral cortex when it tries to regain its sanity, twisting its only rationality into inarticulate ravings and nonsense with evil taste, Make it as uncontrollable as an epileptic.

The main constituent element of the human body is water, and piercing a human body is actually no different from piercing a bag filled with water.Without Extraordinary characteristics, the body and mythical creature form that had only been strengthened once did not have much defensive power... The Declining King fiddled with Adam's head, and straightened his head with the spine broken.

He has to fix the props after kneading, after all, there is still a use for it.

The avatar's limbs twitched constantly, and the two eyebrows gathered together like bugs, enduring unimaginable pain.

"I'm not going to grab him because he's going to come to me and fall into my hands."

His voice had an almost hypnotic magic power, and the avatar felt the pain in his body disappear in an instant, and even felt a little relaxed.When the consciousness returns, if it is not still unable to control its head and throat, it will almost suspect that everything it encountered just now is an illusion.

"Your struggle is futile, just like a human being doomed to slip into the abyss of death."

"Your body can't escape my palm, you will all be restricted by me."

"Sacrificing others doesn't make you look big picture. You should lead by example and become a meaningless sacrifice."

"This is my curse on you."

"so……"

"Do you want to die now?"

The voice of the Outer God can be called gentle.

He looks at the virtual personality, just like a human being looks at a tiny reptile, and life and death are all based on his preferences.

……

Edward removed the thin book covering his face, then opened his eyes, stretched himself on the sofa.

"670 asked the second question, thirteen times of 'yes', and the rest were all rejections. Even the avatar with only factory settings has strong patience and mental toughness." He muttered, as if the container was half asleep and half awake The status quo and not-so-serious play have produced a state somewhere between Outer Gods and Demons.Then his expressions and movements became flexible, and the part of consciousness that made up "Edward Vaughn" surfaced. Edward touched the glasses from the carpet and put them on, and stood up to make himself a cup of coffee.

When the kettle was gurgling and steaming, Edward also slowly ground the coffee powder. He always prefers the Fermer coffee from the Pass Valley produced in the Southern Continent, which has a mellow taste.After eliminating the high shipping costs and tariffs, the price of direct sales at the origin is only about two-thirds of the sales in Ruen. Edward bought ten cans in one go and drank slowly.

"In fact, as long as there is one surrender, the rest is icing on the cake and increasing the success rate."

"The way of 'audience' is really interesting. In the early stage, you sit in the audience, and in the later stage, you go behind the scenes... Is this a kind of thing that you will write when you see a lot? I just don’t know which writer has completed it in these thousands of years. What a masterpiece."

The hotel was filled with the bitter aroma of coffee. Edward took out the filter paper and the filter cup. After assembling and rinsing, put in the ground coffee, then slowly add water to filter out the coffee solution.

After more than ten minutes, He got a cup of warm coffee about [-]ml.

Looking at the ordinary brown-black liquid surface of the coffee, Edward had a whim, and after cooling down, he sent milk to make the coffee a flower.

"If I remember correctly, the author's full name is 'Fairy Tale Writer'? Although it may be just a prefix added by the creator's personal hobby, but look at Adam, who wrote so many arrangements and wars, what kind of cult fairy tales are they? ..."

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, before the sun set in the Southern Continent, Edward sat at the window with a coffee in his hand and began to process the recent backlog of intelligence information, and drank a corner of the devil's path sign on the latte art in one gulp.

"The North family chose to establish a major cooperative relationship with the Church of Steam? Well, the night is too risky, and the storm is not easy to get along with. They chose the food industry and can buy a large number of Church of Steam machines. This is a correct approach."

Edward casually gave a reminder:

"Carry out business struggles normally to expand the industry, play your own brand, and show ambition appropriately, so that the church will feel that they are controlling you."

"Try to gain the trust of the church in the early stage, and strive to become the main food supplier for Loen's rear during the war."

It's much easier to directly manipulate the frontline rations than the demons living in the corner of the southern continent to kill one by one.What's more, during this period, there is time and space to "properly" let some competitors disappear.

The demon family was grateful for the response, and the leader named Milan expressed his loyalty and gratitude for the umpteenth time.

A young and ambitious man is always easy to control, demon or not.The North family was originally the most powerful of the three major demon families, but it was suppressed because Beria took refuge in the Mother Tree of Desire early and was slow in his allegiance.After being suppressed for nearly a thousand years, the North family, which has become the worst among the three major families, rushed over impatiently and hugged the leg of another newly promoted demon king. most faithful.

Of course, talking loyalty to a demon is a foolish thing to do.

If one must say what the devil is loyal to, the answer can only be one's own desire and strength.

After dealing with the North family's prayers, Edward turned his attention to the two young people he had chosen in the Southern Continent.

In a sense, people who can pray directly to God and have a high probability of receiving a direct response from God are favored by God, but God himself does not think so.He favors no one equally, and answering prayers is only necessary to achieve the purpose more quickly.

"Have they begun to suspect that I am indeed Siea? Well, it's not easy for the indulgent faction to see the problem, unless Siea himself asks—he definitely doesn't have the time to spare, and he doesn't care about these trivial things. With Him With such a large brain capacity, it is already the limit to be able to keep your life under the vigilance of the Seven Gods, and to carry out some bloody revenge on the Northern Continent colonies from time to time."

Edward noticed where they were now.

"In East Balam, the footsteps are quite fast, so close to the Harvest Plain, next time they can sacrifice some meat other than humans."

The Fengshou Plain is an important production area of ​​the southern continent's animal husbandry. The warm climate and lush aquatic plants produce very delicious southern continental beef and mutton.There is a delicacy called grilled steak with sauce in the inland of East Balam, and it is also a very popular special dish in the northern continent.Grilled Beef Steak with Southern Continental Spice Sauce, Eggs, Rice, Potatoes, Onions, Garlic, Olive Oil, a dash of Cumin and Chilli.

The steak is medium-rare, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, full of strength, and has a completely different flavor from the fried steak in the North Continent.

"After all, only the middle part of the back and the meat below the waist are closer to the texture of steak."

"Extraordinary said otherwise, most of them taste pretty good..."

"That's right, actually it's not bad to engage in cannibalism in this era, let's talk to North later."

Edward drank his coffee and talked to himself for a while. He didn't rush to give them a response. He just hinted that they would continue to go deep into West Balam, cross the Harvest Plain, and go to the Highland Kingdom Ruins and Star Plateau, where the Indulgence faction is mainly active, and try their best to participate in this year's Rose War. The great priest of the school.

"...Although it's actually quite boring, apart from compliments, it's an indulgence of desire, and even the food is not delicious."

The matter of seizing the sequence of other pathways—one cannot rely entirely on others, let alone the true Creator.As long as these two young people can rely on these two young people to get to the location of Si'a, the cult's internal strife, and the sudden death of gods, how pleasant it is!
Probing the bottom line of the true Creator is still fruitful. Instead of reaching out to the uniqueness, it is the Sequence One of the way to seize the prisoner. He can't continue to find fault!

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Medici put his feet on the table, and after listening to the Lord's response for a while, he picked up a piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it on Trainor's head.

Trainor tilted his head and looked at the red angel suspiciously.

"You performed very well in this operation." Medici said lazily, "Providing important clues and summarizing the action reports along the way is the key. You have done a good job in intelligence. You have practiced in Sauron's house. ?”

Trainor nodded: "The intelligence department is jointly managed by the Secret Order and the Sauron family, and I have practiced there for a while."

Medici nodded, not paying much attention to it:

"The recent activities of the Jagged Cross are very enthusiastic. You just successfully completed an assistance, so you can be a model."

"It's fine if you get the advanced individual certificate, can you give me a vacation?"

"Those who are capable should be assigned more jobs."

In front of the red angel, Trainor took out the resignation formalities that he had prepared long ago from the drawer.

He even stamped himself as the custodian of the Intis section and one of the few saints.

Medici stretched his legs and pushed the drawer back: "Don't be so boring. The reward and punishment system of the Aurora Society has been a great success, fully mobilizing the enthusiasm of the staff (Treiner: They are already very active.), so I feel that the iron-blooded It can also be implemented within the Cross Society. As long as you are reported to the Aurora Society, you can compete with the God Envoys of the Aurora Society for a month's outstanding employees and be a role model."

Angels?Those unfamiliar Mr. and Mrs. Alphabet emerged in Trainor's mind. It is said that in order to compete for the outstanding employees with the first monthly performance, they have broken out countless small civil wars internally. blood flow.

"...What is the reward for No.1?"

"The god-given spell of the Lord."

...Although it is a spell bestowed by the true God, representing supreme favor and glory, what emerged in Trainor's mind was the picture of children in the nursery vying for the little red flower in the teacher's hand. He shook his head: "I No shortage of spells."

Are you speaking human language!Medici laughed angrily: "There is no shortage of you! The Aurora Society is still worried that you will take the first place by airborne. Since you are so unbeliever, then come to me in the future."

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Land Abandoned by God, the evening when the frequency of lightning gradually decreases.

A few hundred meters outside the City of Silver, several people with torches and armor and animal skins were patrolling.

This is the daily activity of the residents of the City of Silver, and it is also the task that cannot be slacked off.As they walked, one of them suddenly stopped, and then stretched out his finger to the bottomless darkness ahead: "—Look!"

Something unusual?The others instantly entered a state of alert, clenched the weapons in their hands and looked towards the direction their companions were pointing at, only to see a ray of light quietly appearing in the darkness, a bright, stable light spot that did not flicker like a flame.

This ray of light does not belong to the patrol team!Today's hunting team did not come back from this direction either!

The light doesn't come from the City of Silver, where does it come from?At the same time, emotions such as astonishment, fear, tension, and worry appeared in the hearts of the people on the patrol team, as well as a trace of unspeakable curiosity and expectation.

"...Warning!" The captain immediately issued an order.They changed into a battle formation, waiting for the dim yellow flame to approach.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, every second was so slow, and finally, after the light from the fire grew bigger, a figure appeared.

A figure, at least a figure similar to a human being... The patrol team in the City of Silver held their breath at the same time. They had no experience with visitors in the dark and didn't know how to deal with them. In the firelight.

The visitor was stooped, wearing a dark black robe made of a fabric the City of Silver had never seen before.

His face was wrinkled and serene, but his dark eyes shone with a sly light, proving that he was not as kind as he appeared.

This is an old man.After seeing the person coming, such a word appeared in everyone's mind——

old.

Except for the long-lived saints, the City of Silver is composed of young adults, middle-aged people and children, and there are very few people who are truly "aging".There are too few people who have lost fertility, have no hunting ability, have not been fatally injured, and have enough food for their younger generations.The old man Udel who was parasitized by Amon that Derrick met at the bottom of the round tower was already an extremely rare natural aging.

The steady light came from the lantern in the old man's hand, and it seemed to be an extraordinary item.

When they looked at the old man, the old man looked at them too.The old man smiled and said:
"Hello."

"I come from the Emerald City, bringing with me the will of the great Lord."

They speak the language of giants, rational, and communicable...but these are cultists who believe in evil gods in other cities!The patrol team was creepy, but their bodies were completely uncontrollable, as stiff as stones. The old man still had a peaceful smile on his face. He pulled out a glittering jewelry from his collar and held it in front of the patrol team.

It was a cross made of silver.

It is the sign of the Lord!
The light shrouded them, and the consciousness of the patrol teams began to slacken, and they were unconsciously purified from vigilance.

"Lambs, I ask you on behalf of the Lord: Has a child with a sign been born in your city-state?"

The Angel of the Word waited quietly for the patrol team to speak.As early as half a year ago, He came here and asked the patrol team at that time, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"In our city..." one of them opened his mouth involuntarily, his eyes straightened.

"A child is about to be born... Our chief said..." Another person's thoughts were also controlled, and he added.

"He's a little angel who brings good luck..."

The Angel of the Word suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then smiled.The shackles on the patrol team disappeared in an instant. They woke up like a dream, and once again put on a vigilant fighting posture in front of Steve.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a guest from Emerald City, your compatriot, the Lord's shepherd."

The lantern in Steve's hand shone brightly and warmly, shining on several people, quietly disintegrating their vigilance and negative emotions.Seeing that they still refused to let go, Steve smiled slightly, took the initiative to take a step back, and retreated to the boundary between firelight and shadow.

"I'm waiting 500 meters away."

"I want to meet your chief."

TBC
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The day after he gave up participating in the selection of outstanding employees of the Aurora Club, Treynor received a letter of thanks jointly signed by the envoys.

In the letter, he praised Trainor as a glorious, noble, dedicated and friendly compatriot who broke away from vulgar tastes.He is the model of the Aurora Society, the yearning of the envoys of the gods, and the well-deserved excellent lamb of the Lord!
Trainor read it and then burned it, and wrote himself a resignation letter again and stamped it just in case.

(End of this chapter)