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

Chapter 203 The Future
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"I hope that the center of the conflict will be detonated within this month, the city of Aldera."

Edward looked ahead, tapped his legs slowly with his fingers, and said unhurriedly:
"It's February 2th."

"The new governor has only been here for a few days, and his prestige has not yet been established. His death you can take advantage of is very limited."

After thinking for a few seconds, he turned his head, looked at Mirella who came to negotiate, and said suddenly: "Detonating the conflict does not mean killing the governor to start a formal war. Shia Eggers didn't come in person, so you can be responsible for this Deals—you want to buy something on sale."

Mirella nodded cautiously. This sentence was finalized after discussion, in order to prevent the devil from having any chance to further distort it.

The devil seemed to lose interest suddenly, sighed and fell back on the back of the sofa, casually raised a hand and waved:
"Tell me about it."

"...a mutiny." Mireira recited it scripturally, "Our purpose is to cause internal turmoil in Loen's garrison, and gradually split from the inside. The original garrison general and us have been confronting each other for several months, and both sides have serious conflicts." It is a big loss, but the new general just wants to complete the task of peace talks quickly and then leave, he seems to have other purposes in coming to the Southern Continent."

"What's the name of the general who confronted you?"

"Javier Reina." Mireira took out a document out of thin air and sent it to Edward with a gust of cold wind.

Edward did not look at the documents: "This surname does not belong to the ancient language system of the countries of the Northern Continent. Where is he from?"

"Strictly speaking, he is a native of the Southern Continent, or mixed blood from the North and the South. He came from the Highland Kingdom and settled in Balam about 100 years ago." Mireira explained in more detail, "His family is close to the Northern Continent. A while ago, a decree of the Loen Kingdom 'Let the people of the Southern Continent manage the Southern Continent' allowed their family to be reused. Although Loen is unwilling to see the governor of the Southern Continent, he still knows how to ease the conflict."

"He is very loyal to Ruen?"

"Yes." Mireira said, "and his reputation in the country is also very high, because while he called on the people to accept the rule of the Northern Continent, he also attached great importance to the people's ideas, and he even cared for them. Of course, it's just In order to make people better serve the North Continent.”

Edward glanced at it and put the file down.

"A general who cares about his subordinates and the people will resist without me doing anything. In addition, he also has a lot of influence. It is not difficult to develop a mutiny with a little provocation."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Mirella didn't answer directly, and seemed to sort out the order of the lines.

"The new general's surname is Negan."

He just said this, and then looked at Edward, as if waiting for him to think of something.

Edward did think of something, first Jason Beria, then the devil card, then the glass greenhouse with a rose garden, and finally landed on the corpse of Duke Negan that he had just glimpsed in the corner of his memory.

"Young people from the Negan family, members of the conservative faction, came here to take charge of the peace talks and establish prestige for themselves."

"He will do everything in his power to make sure the peace talks go well."

"At the same time, he comes from a noble family and comes from a duke's family. It's impossible for him to think highly of people from the southern continent, even this loyal General Rena who has a Loen nationality and married Loen's wife."

Edward looked down and glanced at the documents beside him, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to use a mutiny to kill two demigods, wipe out the main force of Loen's side, and force the governor to withdraw from the defense?"

"Not only that, it seems that Shia Eggers also wants this mutiny to affect the public opinion situation in Loen, so that they have no time to manage himself who has captured the city, which is very thoughtful."

"After Aldera falls into chaos, we will intervene to protect His Excellency the Governor." Mireira said without any emotion. "After all, he is a good person and an important person."

Speaking of being in chaos, Mireira couldn't help but glanced out the window. There were quite a few neatly dressed people squatting by the wall, their eyes fixed on the passing pedestrians, and their eyes were extremely disturbing.This is a middle-class neighborhood, and it was afternoon again, but there was almost no traffic on the street, and there were constant shouts, uniform slogans and gunshots on other nearby streets.

If the demons are brought to Aldera, the chaos there will be a hundred times worse than this city...

Thinking about it, he sneered again in his heart—after fighting for several months, there were not many people left in Aldera.

The idiots of the artificial death faction are still trying to get that false god to protect themselves, and they are not even willing to give some support!
Aldera has important strategic significance, and it is also a symbol, a banner, the first step in the real restoration of the country, and it is impossible to retreat from the moment the decision is made to march.

If after paying so many sacrifices and prices, Aldera cannot be captured, then the Restoration Congress can be disbanded on the spot.

"Yes, I also plan to loosen my muscles and bones recently, and then go to other places in the Southern Continent to relax."

"We are also old partners. Do me a favor and expand the chaos. It's a matter of little effort."

While Mirella was thinking about countermeasures gloomyly, Edward picked up the document again and flipped through it casually.

This matter is not very difficult. It is best for someone like him with a chaotic position and evil style to do it. If there are other high-sequence demons, the Spiritual Cult will definitely try to contact them.It's a pity that the devil's path is severely broken at present, and there is no other Sequence Two.

He had already smelled the aroma of grilled fish, and noticed that the figure of the hostess pushing the dining car appeared in the corridor where the restaurant was located from time to time, so he quickly got rid of the people from the Lingjiao group and enjoyed the delicious food with peace of mind .

"What is the asking price of the Spiritual Cult?"

The last sentence is easy, but the next sentence starts to talk about the price. Mr. Edward is so realistic.Of course, Mirella didn't really believe the demon's polite words, and still maintained a respectful attitude and said:

"Among the upcoming high priests, the most likely position for 'Abominable' Siah to appear."

"It's your turn to make a shot."

Edward's eyes narrowed.

The sacrifices of the Rose School of Thought are massive, accompanied by bloodshed, dismemberment, terrorist attacks, indulgent desires, and even indiscriminate attacks. These people are usually in a state of abnormal mental frenzy, and it will only intensify when the high priest comes.

When Si'a announced the beginning of the great sacrifice, they spontaneously gathered in many places, exposed, and indulged, not only sacrificing the lives of others, but also taking the members who died during this period as offering themselves to Si'a A devout follower of the Mother Tree of Desire.

Therefore, they are more unrestrained, and even death cannot be restrained.

Almost half a month is the carnival of the Rose School of Thought, and it is also the overtime period of the Orthodox Church’s spiritual tension. Horror incidents will appear on the headlines of the newspapers, and the number of dead people can catch up with the usual half a year.

This period of time will also be one of the few times when Siea appears, and usually hides himself with the help of his arrogant subordinates.He will wander around several sacrificial sites that he is interested in, so another important activity in the sacrificial ceremony is to present novel and precious sacrifices to attract the attention of His Royal Highness Si'a.

Edward immediately said, "Is someone in the Rose School of Thought prepared something good?"

This is competitive in nature, and it must be kept secret. It seems that the Lingjiao Group has gotten a little wind.

Mirella paused for a second:
"Sorry, I don't know the specifics."

"As far as I know, the last time the sacrifice of 'Abomination' was a temperance demigod. They tore his body apart, ate his flesh, bathed in his blood, 'Abomination' The gift of promotion was given to the leaders there."

"That happened decades ago. In recent years, the control has become stricter. I can't even make up my sacrifices. The 'God's Sin' often just wanders around instead of the gods, and no longer attends the seats."

The devil felt a little regretful: "Although the Rose School of Thought is mentally abnormal, there is still a way of screening and extorting confessions. There must be no doubts about the process of obtaining the sacrifice. If it is just a demigod sacrifice that can attract Si'ah, I would have given it to you by myself." They're alone."

"Of course, heh, the biggest problem is that the Temperance faction basically has no living demigods, and I don't know if Si'a will accept it in other ways."

It's not that he hasn't made up his mind on Si'a before, but having a bound god who is unique and sequence one at the same time is obviously a better answer.

Mireira didn't dare to answer this question, he just came to talk, and when he brought the talk, he was ready to get up and leave.

Suddenly, he thought of another thing: "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Empress wants to ask you something."

"Want to get information?"

"I want to confirm one thing."

"That is to obtain information."

Edward glanced at his watch again, his eyes stayed on the ticking pointer, and he stopped looking at Mirella.This was already a sign of impatience. Mirella knew that she should leave quickly, and immediately said:
"Her Majesty wants to know—"

"Is the distorted order about to reappear on the earth?"

"Are my people buried in their graves."

Edward was still looking at his watch, Mirela didn't dare to speak, and after a long silence, he burst out laughing.

"Senseless temptation!" The demon showed a relaxed and cheerful smile, but Mirella didn't really find any relief from that smile, "That little princess named Sia Palenque still Live in His heart? The fear and hatred of the country’s destruction and family destruction have continued to this day, and the invincible emperor even makes the pale queen a little afraid.”

"When He asked this sentence, he had the answer in his heart, and I am too lazy to answer this question."

Edward waved his hand lazily: "Since this is the case, I also have a word for him."

Mirella quickly sat up straight, showing an expression of listening attentively.

He suddenly felt that the world became quiet, darkness spread in front of his eyes, and everything around him seemed to be unclear. Only a voice echoed in his ears, saying an irresistible condition:

"I promised Shia Eggers that if he sparked a war, I would give him a silent city."

"Do you want a...a city with only people from the Southern Continent?"

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A room that doesn't exist in the real world.

The tables and chairs were slightly twisted, and outside the room was a huge empty world, with countless people standing in it.

A priest with blond hair and a blond beard held an ordinary pen and spread out his notebook.

As the notebook was flipped, some intermittent sentences gradually emerged.

"...Sia Palenque Eggers and the Northern Continent have had a long-standing grievance, and the restoration war of the Balam Empire cannot be delayed. If this continues, the war may break out in the Southern Continent first, but this is the capital of all countries in the Northern Continent. I don't want to see it."

"...The Rose School of Thought's church in Behrens actually got news from the students of the late highland princess through an incident. They were going to go to the Northern Continent for a secret hunt. With this special identity, they might be able to attract the favor of great beings. offerings to the altar."

The ink on these words has long since dried up and seems to have been written long ago.

"Agaritu Vyat arrived at a relic where he worshiped the gods. Unfortunately, his fellow Anderson Hood was cursed by the angel murals that randomly appeared in the relic. He will suffer a fatal crisis in the future."

This sentence was written just a few pages ago, it seems to have been written just a few days ago.

Whoa, whoa.

The notebook turned pages at a steady pace.

The priest reached out and turned the notebook to a clean new page, filled the old absorbent pen with ink, and wrote casually like a diary:

"The subordinates of the Pale Queen were tempted by the devil, or just the devil uttered the deepest desire in his heart. It doesn't matter, the important thing is that he is moved, and will do his best to persuade the Pale Queen to accept this condition, perhaps It will backfire."

"An intelligence chief of the Feysac Empire who was investigating the 'Backlund Great Smog' incident finally obtained important evidence. He found the victims of the Great Smog in the territory of Loen. It broke out first in the northern continent."

After the priest with a peaceful face wrote a sentence, he had to stop to think and ponder for a while, as if these diary-like words could not have any loopholes.

After a while, the priest continued to write.

A few lines quickly appeared in the notebook.

When he finished the last full stop, like a gust of wind, this dreamlike room disappeared.

……

A dark room filled with glue-like darkness.

The thick bloody smell and the dim light flowed in the shadows, outlining all kinds of mysterious patterns that would make one go crazy just by looking at them.

The lights in this room were on, but even the light had been swallowed by darkness.

There was a carpet of flesh and blood crawling slowly on the ground, and incomprehensible deadly ravings came from the depths of the darkness.A cold breath lingered, and the originally quiet environment suddenly gave people a gloomy and weird feeling.

After a long time, the shadows in the room speeded up, converging towards the center of the house like a vortex, and all of them flowed onto the people in the room.

Only then did the room reveal its original appearance. It was a study room with floor-to-ceiling windows and elegant decoration.

The black-and-gold-haired young man closed his eyes, his right shoulder was split open suddenly, and a head exactly the same as his was drilled out of the flesh and blood. A pair of blood-red eyes looked around quickly, and there were still spots on his face and hair. There is blood flowing across.

Then, a head emerged from the left shoulder.

Surprisingly, the blood flowed on the long black robe that resembled the bishop's robe for a few seconds and then disappeared without a drop of blood dripping.

The head in the middle opened its eyes, moved its body left and right, the flesh and blood squirmed, and the two heads returned to the flesh and blood.

"Sequence 3..."

The real creator felt the spiritual power in his body, and after confirming the sequence he was in, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it was suppressed in time, otherwise I would have rushed directly to Sequence Two."

"Promoting to Sequence Two near Backlund, that would be bad."

Leapfrog promotion in high sequence is easy to attract attention, because it is impossible to do it, it can only be a god descending ceremony.

Since I have been promoted to Sequence 4, the body in the Land Abandoned by the Gods has confirmed that the container in the outside world is strong enough. It no longer needs the real creator to slowly fuse the power through rituals and mystical connections, but began to take the initiative to move towards this place. Infuse strength into the body.

But this enlightenment is really not serious, and my crazy mind has no concept of "the container will be overloaded". I just want to quickly restore my state to normal, and quickly get out of the land abandoned by the gods, and get out of the joint imprisonment of the seven gods .

However, there was no rush for this matter, today's promotion was very sudden, and the whole manor was pulled into absolute darkness in an instant, echoing with ravings.If the real creator hadn't suppressed it in time, this darkness would have expanded further. With the angel's ability, a few minutes would be enough to swallow most of Backlund from here.

Then the Church of the Night and the Church of the Storm exploded at the same time, rushing forward with fear and lightning all the way, and sifted through the sieve carefully in this small place of their own. If the demigod lost, the angel came, and the angel blocked it, and the true god came.

After losing to the Seven Gods, Adam lost, and finally nothing lost.

The true Creator looked at the night scene of the manor that was gradually recovering outside, and at the members of the Aurora Society kneeling on the ground, his eyebrows were knit together:
"It's faster than I imagined. I have to leave Backlund when I advance to Sequence Two."

"The best way is to return to the Land Abandoned by God, but being too close to the main body during the promotion may also affect my rationality."

Moreover, returning to the Land Abandoned by the Gods means returning to the prison cage, and being promoted there, I am afraid that if he goes in, he will be locked up by the Seven Gods with the main body.

It took a total of six months from around Sequence Eight at the time of the advent to the current Sequence Three. This is no longer simply riding a rocket, it is running behind a rocket. Probably only a born ancient god can go faster Quickly.

As night fell, the real Creator was speechless for a moment, quietly gazing at the red moon and the starry sky, and the shadow curtains of mysticism covered and wrapped Him layer by layer.

On the desk behind him is this piece of paper, a handwritten report card, full of beautiful cursive characters with a feminine style:
"The target has been intercepted by the Feysac Empire, and the protection has failed, requesting further instructions."

TBC
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If I pass the third section tomorrow, I will add a new one.

(End of this chapter)