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

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In the cities of the Northern Continent, on the Rorsted Islands, and even in hidden places in the Southern Continent, several members of the Aurora Order in black robes who were hiding in warehouses fell to their knees at the same time, vomiting large pieces of flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood formed a word on the ground, written in the common language of the North Continent, with a simple meaning:
"Start"

These covert members of the black robe prayed in unison to the words made of flesh and blood, and then solemnly ate the flesh and blood again.

"The oracle has been issued!"

"Everyone, the time has come to dedicate ourselves to the Lord."

They stood up, took out props from all over the hiding room in an orderly manner, swiftly built a spiritual wall, took out holy objects stained with the Lord's blood, matched them with ritual powder and essential oils, and began to prepare the absolutely impossible "true Creator God" surrender ceremony".

Tingen's descent gave some inspiration to the real creator. It doesn't necessarily require a divine body, nor does it necessarily require a divine priest to preside over it. Since you don't pursue success, you only need to slightly modify the content of the secret agreement ceremony , add the element of "god descending" in the "summoning ceremony", add sacred objects that are closely related to the gods, pray for the divinity to come to yourself, and that's it!
Therefore, the true Creator has shed a little blood, and her current container is only Sequence 3. Although her divinity is gradually equal to that of an angel, it is not yet to the point where she dies upon seeing it.

Then, the Aurora Society prepared ten teams of descendants at an extremely fast speed, led by the mid-sequence Extraordinary in the Aurora Society. When the real creator began to be promoted in Rasha, they followed up and held a decent "" God's Descending Ceremony", disturbing the sight of the gods.

To put it simply, 1 minutes after the start of the 10st, the 2nd will start, 2 minutes after the 10nd, the 3rd will start, and so on.The squads are scattered all over the place. Even if the entire army is wiped out, ten teams can delay for at least an hour, which is enough to complete the promotion and deal with the subsequent spiritual instability.

The crude version of the ritual has been confirmed to produce a divine descending reaction—but in fact, it only activates the divinity and spirituality in that blood, and asks it to descend on oneself.

Even if it is really successful, the real creator cannot be allowed to descend there. It will only allow the members who participated in the ceremony to be "baptized", to feel the divinity in advance, and to promote and digest the potion faster and better.

This is one of the rewards given by the true Creator to those who survived.

The No. 1 Godfall Squad started to move.

……

racha.

Within a few minutes, the blockade of mystic connections, the spiritual world, and the material world was completed, preventing prying eyes and possible attacks.

The true Creator has strengthened the only gap in the blockade—the connection with the Land Abandoned by the Gods, communicating with the main body, replacing rituals with his own spirituality and connection, and directly obtaining power from the main body.

Under her prayer, the instinctive raving behavior of the Hanged Giant in the Land Abandoned by God stopped for a moment and then intensified.

At the same instant, the body of the real creator outside began to blur and swell, giving the impression that it was gradually becoming a thick shadow wrapped in a human form.

Countless black thin lines emerged from her body, and they connected to the direction of the Land Abandoned by God, symbolizing the exchange of authority.

Painful ravings exploded in my ears, but the real creator easily controlled them, turned the ravings into white noise that lingered in my mind, and quickly followed the link I established from the main body. Transition the power of a Sequence 2 potion.The ramblings were distorted by the power of "Elder Routine" into out-of-context words, but the true Creator resisted the washout of the majestic mystical symbols and raving information brought about by the extraordinary characteristics of "Elder Routine", and maintained his calm thinking without being affected by it. The effect of the body's angry and frantic shouts.

No matter how the main body vents the pain of being eaten and the rage of being betrayed together, she maintains her current state, firmly and smoothly transitioning her due authority and power.

The seal cut off the prying eyes of those below the true god, and the master's promotion went smoothly, but Medici still kept a close eye on everything in the island, holding the three vials of blood in his hand.

She won't relax for a minute until it's over.

The demon in the distance brought a small chair and ate popcorn without feeling bored.

The real creator received prayers in his mind: team No. 1 was discovered during the process, and the ceremony was forcibly interrupted, causing more than ten people to become abnormal and crazy. The church team is dealing with it urgently. The No. 2 drop team started, which means that 10 minutes have passed.At the same time, Team No. 3 was noticed by the Extraordinary team of the Church who had been following them for a week, and they were chasing them. They wondered if they could move as planned in 10 minutes.

But it's almost over,
Edward stopped eating popcorn, and looked at the real Creator whose spirituality was rising step by step, with a strange expression on his face.

"Ally, there is something I wanted to ask a long time ago."

She asked, "Why did you take my curse with you to promote?"

"?!"

The True Creator was unresponsive.

Medici suddenly cast a horrified look, and pushed the thumb of the hand holding the bottle upwards, directly pushing open the cork!
She decisively decided to use restart—to reset the master's state to before the promotion began, and let the outer god remove the curse on the master before re-conducting the ceremony!

Suddenly, she felt her body froze, her thinking paused, and the cork that fell on the ground flew back, and it was re-stuck in the mouth of the bottle, as if a seal had been completed.

Her eyes were still free, glaring into the distance: "Syah!"

"Don't be nervous, War Angel, your Lord's personality is swaying between saints, angels, and true gods. Even the blood of the Angel of Destiny cannot accurately return time to a complete state."

Probably because it is a demon, even a sentence that is not a problem sounds like a cunning trap:

Edward left her plastic chair, stretched out his hand and patted Medici's shoulder twice, extinguishing the flame that was about to rise, which made Medici even more furious: "Did you hear the thunder? It's expected to be in 1 minute." There will be a high tide, so it's better for you to save your strength until then."

Medici didn't give his eyes to the rushing sea water around the island: "You broke the agreement."

"Breach? No, I'm just gloating."

Edward spent half a minute explaining to her: "A born mythical creature should also understand 'schadenfreude', right? It's like seeing a friend go out for dinner, but he didn't bring a wallet, so he didn't remind him that he wanted to see him embarrassing-but of course I will also bring my wallet and follow behind to prevent her from being too embarrassing and socially dead."

"I'm the wallet."

The rumbling thunder came from far to near, but the real Creator, who was promoted smoothly and in good condition before, fell silent for some reason. The edges of the huge shadow humanoid continued to blur, and countless black thin tubes seemed to spread in all directions.

With the help of "Reaper" and "Prisoner", two pathways that are good at sealing, Rasha's corresponding spirit world has been sealed to the point where it is almost impossible to observe, like a coffin the size of a grain of rice on an ant-sized island.

But outside the inconspicuous "coffin" that blocked the entire spiritual world, the sea water continued to rise, the dark clouds in midair began to gather, and the lightning like a silver snake began to flicker. The attack looks for "anomalies".

The only disadvantage of being promoted at sea is this. Although the sea is vast, once the trajectory of marine life changes and suddenly moves away from or approaches a certain sea area, the "natural disasters", "sea kings" and even "storm lords" on the sea will soon appear. noticed.

"Okay, War Angel, don't stop me."

Edward casually reassured Medici: "Has the real Creator been conspired with the foreign gods now? It should be unknown to other gods except Yamou, so I won't be able to use high-level power."

She looked in the direction of the real creator and pondered for two seconds.

"It's the curse of 'self-enhancement and weakening' that conflicts with the current promotion, and it also brings a little pollution of 'memory' that has been harmlessly processed... Is it hallucinations now? So be it."

She narrates in a calm tone:

"The transformation of the curse, the second promotion and the third - 'the body is weakened, and the inspiration is strengthened'."

"Memory retrieval, screening, scene construction—"

"——I have wanted to ask you a question for a long time, ally——if the difference between the earth gods and the outer gods lies in the paranoid pursuit of humanity and anchors, then what is the difference between you and your half body?"

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When I saw it for the first time, the scene in front of me looked like a land abandoned by gods.

The earth is covered with huge cracks like scars, and monsters derived from malicious and extreme emotions lurk in the shadows. Countless pairs of eyes hide on this land without light, and the breath of blood and pain is always permeated.

But when she tried to take a closer look, the pitch-black plain suddenly turned into a vast and lush grassland, and the dark red liquid flowing in the cracks in the ground turned into a clear and clean river in an instant, outlining One beautiful arc after another.

The shepherd's singing came from a distance, and the real Creator turned his head. There were actually large tracts of livestock on the grassland. They were driven by the shepherd and moved on the green grassland like white clouds.

"This is……"

She realized that these pictures were not right. There was never such a link as "experiencing hallucinations" in the promotion ceremony of "Elder Rude Talk". The real creator almost immediately wanted to use extraordinary ability to break through here, but she suddenly found that her extraordinary ability disappeared. , the abilities of flesh magic, shadow magic, and raving all disappeared, and she seemed to have become an ordinary person.

What shocked her even more was that at the moment she realized all this, an unusual emotion surged in her heart - tension!
And she herself naturally let this emotion appear, and slowly transformed into anxiety. This seems to be a very natural thing, and I don't find it strange at all.

"With the disappearance of extraordinary ability, my divinity also disappeared?"

The True Creator quickly understood the situation, and his expression became distorted again, even slightly annoyed.

"Is this her authority? 'Decline' still has such a function..."

Feeling my current abundant humanity—or in other words, I have completely become an ordinary person. The real creator feels a little strange when he is frightened and angry. The wind is warm, and butterflies are flapping their wings and flying on the grass. The blooming flowers carry fragrance, she re-perceives the known world with the simplest and most basic means, and suddenly feels that everything ordinary is so fresh.

Once it comes, it will be at peace, without the guidance of spiritual perception, the true Creator just finds a direction to move forward.

On the way forward, there was a little lamb bleating behind. The real Creator watched in secret for a moment, picked up the little lamb with a big hand, and touched it inexperiencedly.

The leather shoes were very uncomfortable to walk on the grassland, and the cross hanging on the end of the cloak was tinkling. She was blowing the wind and picking up the sheep, and she felt quite good, but she still wondered what the foreign god wanted to do to bring her here.

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Suddenly, the earth trembled, and the real Creator, who had no extraordinary ability, almost fell unsteadily to the ground.

Even so, she had no choice but to half-kneel on the ground, hold the little lamb in her arms tightly, and try her best to raise her head to look into the distance——

The sky was torn apart, and endless thunder and storms poured into the cracks in the sky. Dark shadows fell from the cracks and turned into black waterfalls. The waterfalls fell from the sky to the earth, causing turmoil and destruction.

The rain of fire and light fell, and in just a short moment, countless huge gaps were opened in the lush grassland. The shepherds and white cloud-like sheep in the distance were covered by lava before they even had time to exclaim. Everything was in flames. burning in the darkness.

Even though the true Creator, who was fully transformed into a human being, had the desire and ability to escape, he couldn't stand still amidst the violent shaking.As soon as her embrace was loosened, the little lamb turned into a monster with countless eyes. It opened its mouth wide enough to swallow the head of an adult. After a brief shock, the torrent of fire and shadow engulfed them.

Unknowingly, this is the first death.

The real creator suddenly woke up. This dream was so real, it was as if he had really turned back into a human being. He could feel joy, pleasure, and fear. Of course, the feeling of death was also so realistic.

She woke up, but found that she still hadn't returned to Rasha, she was lying on the roof of a house in the town, the sky in her eyes was clear and bright again, and the time had returned to before the "Betrayal Banquet".

Before he had time to curse the Outer God in his heart, the first reaction of the real Creator, who was covered in cold sweat, was to jump up and tell the others to run—where could he run?She calmed down, this is an illusion of the past, the memory of the dead... There is nowhere to escape, she can only sit and watch everything happen!

Then take a look—what does Outer God want me to see?
The real Creator sat up and turned his head to look at the town. The people in the town were dressed in very simple clothes, often just one or two pieces of simple cloth patchwork. Giants and humans lived together, and giant children and human children played together. Occasionally, one or two elves with slightly pointed ears can be seen.Priests holding wooden crosses worship in the church, praising the glory of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator...

"Lovely Lord, God who loves us, even when we walk in darkness, your light always shines."

"Lord, you are the source of my salvation, joy and hope in your kingdom."

A chorus of praise floated into the ears of the real Creator, and scenes of peace and joy were reflected in the eyes of the real Creator. The peaceful days continued, and then the sky was split, the sun was torn apart, and meteorites and fireballs fell on this place. piece of land.

The chorus stopped abruptly as the meteorite hit the stone chapel.

Lava erupted in the distant market, and children playing and running fell into ashes in the sea of ​​flames.

Eyes of shadows opened in the corners of the street, and those who were seen turned into twisted monsters.

Losing her divine silence and her lofty eyes, the True Creator finally couldn't stand it anymore. She jumped off the roof and ran towards a child who was about to be caught by a monster.

However, without her extraordinary ability, she is just an ordinary person. The creature that could kill with a look in the past now tore off her arm and tore open her chest. Before she died, she heard the monster chewing her flesh The sound of flesh and guts.

Excruciatingly painful, this is the second death.

The real Creator woke up again, her arms and chest were stained with large swaths of blood, she took a few breaths of air because of the pain, and the body that had become intact again seemed to still have the pain from just now.

She woke up in a cathedral, the stained glass windows spelled out the patterns of the Almighty Lord and the Eight Kings of Angels...

… Volcanoes erupted, tsunamis swept into the city, and boulders from the cathedral dome shattered all the worshipers, including her.

death.

She joined the escaped people and frantically fled outside the city...

... Encountered monsters, not many, just two, but the fleeing team was composed entirely of civilians.

painful death.

She boarded the escape ship...

She tried to send people away before the "Banquet of Betrayal" began...

She tries to seek help from the clergy in this hallucinatory world...

……

death.

Not even once was it milder!

After the umpteenth death, the true Creator was able to lie under a tree calmly, guessing with the mentality that a dead pig would not be scalded by boiling water this time, whether he would be killed by lightning, meteorite, fire, or something else. more creative ways to die.

There is no white spot on her body anymore, just the few times she was smashed is enough to dye the clothes all over her body once.

"The Feast of Betrayal" continues.

Cracks still appear in the sky time and time again, taking everyone's life time and time again.

No matter whether the real creator participates, escapes, or saves people, he must die with everyone.

"that's terrible."

The True Creator pushed back her hair with both hands, and the pain of each death and the impotent resentment lingered in her heart, but the thought that it was her who had done it all made her even more annoyed than discouraged.

that's terrible.

She pulled her hair vigorously, and after a while, she slumped back to the ground, watching the world collapse again, and she died with it.

tbc
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Using anchors to stabilize human nature ten thousand times is not as good as being a human being yourself.