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

Chapter 260 God Is Watching You

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After listening to Medici's report and confirming that he was well adapted to his new body, the real creator lowered his head slightly, looked at the dark saint kneeling at his feet, and asked calmly:
"No harvest?"

The dark sage buried his head lower, he was not doing well and was too close to the throne, panic and indescribable honor made his thoughts confused, and he couldn't help trembling.He tried his best to restrain his excitement:

"Lord, please, please forgive me."

"We failed, failed to find..."

Kesma's throat rolled, and she spoke as if enduring a great shame:
"...the murderer of Mr. X, Louis Wayne."

The four-day hunt turned out to be fruitless, and the Aurora Society even used spies to participate in the Church of the Storm's hunt for this person, trying to get some useful information back, but unexpectedly, the Church also found nothing.

The murderer seemed not to exist at all, and seemed to be just a drop of water that fell into the sea and disappeared.

If the dark saint hadn't witnessed the whole process of the opponent's murder, he would be as clueless as the "Dark Blue Priest".

Seeing that the Lord did not make any comments, the Dark Saint paused, bit the bullet and continued to report:
"...The extraordinary party organized by Mr. X gradually grew through invitations from selected members. On the day of the accident, everyone was carefully checked, and there should be no impostors."

After saying this, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue—because something had already happened, and even caused the death of a divine envoy.The death of Louis Wayne in a Sequence 5 is not a big deal, but many Extraordinary people present have witnessed this incident with their own eyes, and it will cause a certain blow to the reputation of the Aurora Order——Xma immediately changed his words:

"According to my memory, the attacker is about 1 meters tall, and there is a high probability that he is a woman. The possibility of a short man cannot be ruled out."

"We found members who met the requirements in the party, including those under 1 meters."

"But the other party has a high probability of possessing extraordinary items or abilities that change appearance, and the chance of success in searching based on physical characteristics is not high."

"So we started tracking everybody."

True Creator:.

"During the nearly four-day search, we used divination, collected X's belongings, and tried psychic..."

"...But the results of divination show that X's experience before death was very normal. He didn't see any strange people, and he didn't get involved in anything he shouldn't have. As for the psychic, he failed within 10 minutes after the accident. , the spirit body may have been destroyed or restrained."

He said all the efforts made by the Aurora Society, and he thought that there were no omissions and no other means, and finally concluded with guilt:
"Please forgive my incompetence, I am willing to accept any punishment."

The True Creator began to think quickly.

In the past few days, Medici left the Northern Continent, first to reshape his body, and then took his own team to the Southern Continent. There are no angels or above in the Aurora Society.

Mr. X, Louis Wayne is a Sequence 5 "traveler", judging from the one-hit death described by Kesma, the "traveler" has no chance to make any resistance, or the person who killed him is completely crushed Either he was restrained before he was killed by a single blow. ——Combined with the details of the report, the latter is more likely.

The divination that the dark saint participated in failed, indicating that the assassin had the same personality, or there was an existence with a higher personality than the dark saint behind him. ——But it is a bit too weird for such an existence to personally issue blessings to kill a not-so-important envoy in the Aurora Society.

The True Creator asked succinctly:
"Place."

The terrified dark sage was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "East District, an abandoned hotel in the alleys of the streets and alleys of the caltrop."

The sight of the real Creator shifted slightly to the left, looking at the white sky outside the window.

More than ten kilometers away, in the dark alley that was completely ruined in the eastern district, the shadows in the corners that were not exposed to the sun stood up at the same time. Their upper half was separated from the ground, and the lower half was still on the ground, like The group of snakes suddenly stood up.

A black and white eye emerged from the upper part of countless large and small shadows. The shadows wandered around the ruins in all directions and swam up to the nearby houses. The eyes of the gods swept the small ruins all over without seeing to anything that shouldn't be there.

Is the existence behind the assassin at the level of a true god?
Or there was something there, but it disappeared after four days.

It is impossible for a true God, and it is impossible for the mystic connection to disappear in such a short period of time. The real Creator fell into deep thought, and suddenly he thought of something, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Sequence 5 of "Seer" is "Master of Secret Puppet"...

The Outer God revealed that there was an apprentice suspected of being a "member of the Abraham family" in the small meeting called the Tarot Society...

Klein was actually quite caring, and he was thinking about what reason and appearance he would use to meet him.

Now, there is.

After a moment of silence, he withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly:
"I already know."

"Go back."

The dark saint was very pleasantly surprised, he had no doubts about the ability of the gods.He restrained his excitement, kowtowed and bowed out of the room.

Just as the real Creator was about to speak, he suddenly saw several black thin lines extending from his body. He immediately turned his head to look at where the thin lines came from, and saw that they penetrated the wall and connected to Backlund strangely. direction.

There are also several lines whose source is myself, connected to some people who are constantly moving outside the wall.

Although it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, the real creator immediately recognized whose authority these strange lines belonged to.

"What are you doing?" His voice was a little unfriendly.

In the corner of the room, a figure leaning against the wall appeared out of thin air.

When His hand was lifted, all the thin lines extending from the true Creator disappeared.

"You seem to want to take this opportunity to have a friendly exchange with the mysterious heir." The life-sized gray-haired puppet leaning against the wall said, "I can provide you with an opportunity at the price of my Go too, would you like to?"

He further promoted his own products: "A seamless opportunity to get in touch with Klein. With such an exaggerated godhood ceremony, you will not still want to sneak into the core area of ​​Backlund, right?"

The true Creator is also thinking about this matter.Going to see Klein is easy for him. You only need to send someone to him, recite his name, and let his will temporarily descend on the megaphone, and the conversation can be successfully completed (provided that Klein will not read at the same time. Chant the name of the goddess or ask for help from the surrounding churches. The goddess of the night or the Lord of the storm will not notice the megaphone sent there).But Outer God seemed to have other meanings—he grasped the point and asked:
"Can you let me meet him face to face?"

"Of course." The Declining King twisted a thread, "Mr. Dwayne Dantès will host a dinner on Saturday."

"But you can't influence his choice." After the True Creator finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, "What you influence is..."

Most aristocrats and rich people don't spend energy choosing their guests, otherwise, what would a butler with an annual salary of more than [-] pounds do?

"His steward will consider whether to invite the 'invisible tycoon of Faye Manor'."

The Outer God showed the bifurcation of fate: "Ally, you have not managed the status I gave you at all... you are not noble, rich but have not shown your face in the upper class a few times, otherwise, 'Mr. Regal who wants to be in the upper class ’ will definitely put you on the list.”

"Now you are just an invisible rich man who is unknown and cannot bring benefits to others. Naturally, it is difficult to be invited by strangers."

"Possibilities"...some degree of prophecy, branch of fate...

The True Creator said: "Forcing a branch will bring unreasonable changes. If this is the case, you must have other choices."

The corners of the Outer God's mouth raised slightly, and his facial expression changed somewhat, but his voice was still calm and cold.

"Yes."

"My servants have close ties with the upper class, and they will attend Mr. Dantès' dinner."

"Perhaps you will be willing to be the guest of the demon family."

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"Hurry up! Hurry up! Get ready to evacuate, burn all the unusable things!!"

The officers ran back and forth in the barracks, shouting loudly, and the soldiers kept transferring materials and valuable documents, and those who were too late to take them away were thrown directly into the nearby fire.

The wounded who were rescued were carried onto the carriage, and the dying ones had to stay behind. The documents and materials were thrown into the raging fire. A gust of wind blew the flames up the closely connected tents, and soon a sea of ​​flames burned out.

Ripped men and women were constantly driven out of houses requisitioned by the army, hiding in corners and shivering in fear.

"Sir! We are ready!" A soldier shouted.

"Follow the troops and the church and evacuate to the northwest!" The officer responded.Afterwards, he kicked the adjutant's house away in a big stride, and cursed angrily, "Johnson! What are you still dawdling about, you bastard! Has your brain been eaten by a living corpse?!"

Johnson was holding several huge boxes in his hands, a dozen land deeds, and a large box full of them at his feet, which contained the cultural relics and gold and silver jewelry he had looted during the years he was stationed in the city-state. .Burning in the fireplace were his bribery evidence and letters. The generally good-looking young local maids huddled together in a corner, and several servants who had been shot dead fell on the ground.

"Major General, this is 20 pounds!"

Seeing that the boss was about to get angry, the adjutant who was already a little fat hurriedly asked for mercy, and carefully apologized with a smile: "It's all because the subordinates moved too slowly, and wanted to take the opportunity to touch something to escape. It took me a lot of time to teach them..."

The major general was so furious that he slapped his adjutant to the ground and cursed angrily:
"Johnson, I think it's not easy for you to be away from home for more than ten years. I usually turn a blind eye to you. You and the moths under your command really regard the army as your own!"

"Why do so many of our shells have lost their spirituality?! Where did the purchase funds I allocated go?!"

"Why is one-third of the food rotten and moldy?! Where did you find out in your bimonthly audit?!"

"You still take the lead in finding a woman? You fucking have wives and children in China! You have created so many illegitimate children, and now all the bastards have been reported to the Church of Death! Johnson, when I return to Loen, I must You bloody kingdom moth, court-martialed!"

The garrison of the Kingdom of Loen was actually beaten by the cult organization and retreated dozens of kilometers in a row!Lost two cities! !Now they have suffered a disastrous defeat on the plateau, and have to return to the port city to seek help from their own country! ! !
What a shame!
The more the major general thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt like countless active volcanoes were erupting in his heart. He almost poured out the anger of several fiascos on the adjutant. He drew out his pistol, and the black muzzle of the gun directly touched his tears and snot. On the forehead of his adjutant, he shouted:
"You are still fucking delaying the military situation!"

"Who allowed you to recruit three carriages by yourself?! Waiting for you outside!"

"How many wounded people can be transported by three carriages! Just keep this little money and go to the grave with gold and living corpses!!"

Johnson was trembling with fright, and he cried and begged:
"General! I was wrong! I will never dare again!"

"I don't dare anymore! General, I don't want these things either! I will confiscate all my property!"

"Please spare my life for Shanita's sake, my lovely sister is still waiting for her husband and brother to return home!"

Hearing this, the major general was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. The veins on his forehead popped out, and the finger that was holding the trigger turned white with force. It took a lot of patience to resist the urge to open the safety catch and collapse the opponent.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a spiritual exclamation from outside, and saw a killed aboriginal woman standing up unsteadily, and the soldiers around her sieved her in panic, and the ground was full of people. The walls are full of blood and minced flesh.

"The Church of Death has caught up?! So fast?!"

The major general's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he calmed down again: "No, it's just an accident, even if it catches up, it's not a large force. Damn it, it took too long, and half of the people haven't evacuated yet!"

"Corpse cheating is prohibited here!"

"It is forbidden for undead creatures to wander here!"

He immediately yelled out the window twice, the cold feeling gradually disappeared, and the color of the nearby flames slowly returned to normal.

"What... what to do? General?" Johnson was so frightened that he almost cried again, "Can we evacuate in time?"

The major general gave him a hard look, then suddenly showed a cruel smile, and threw the gun in his hand to him:

"Dear Lieutenant Johnson, the time has come for you to die for your country."

"You, what did you say?"

"Presumably Shanita would also prefer to see her brother become a hero instead of a coward, and your wife and children can also receive pensions instead of the scandal of illegitimate children and never-ending property disputes." The major general said coldly, "You, take your people, go to the rear."

The adjutant, who had become a domineering waste in the colony, trembled violently. He didn't dare to take the gun at his feet, and rushed over to try to hug the general's leg to plead for mercy, but the general's body seemed to have an extra layer The invisible barrier, when Johnson stretched out his hand, it naturally slid to the side, not even touching the corner of the opponent's clothes.

The major general left the house without looking back. He walked distractedly in the chaotic barracks. When his thoughts returned, he unexpectedly found himself in front of his temporary command tent.

He walked in and saw that the contents inside were basically emptied, leaving only bulky and useless items like tables, chairs and cabinets.

The major general opened the cabinet to confirm that all the documents had been transferred, but suddenly noticed a strange box at the bottom of the cabinet, and inside the box was a black old-fashioned oil lamp with patterns of Balam characters.

It seems to be something given to him by an officer, it is said to be a cultural relic, but he is not interested in cultural relics, so he just put it here.

"Forget it, let's take it away together."

The major general sighed, picked up the thing, and quickly left the military tent.

Seeing the chaotic scene outside, he became unbearably angry again, clasped the oil lamp tightly with his fingers, and cursed:
"Damn the Church of Death! Damn heretics, damn moths!"

"It's too late, it's too late for everyone to retreat..."

"Damn it, if only there was a way to transfer everyone to Behrens City at once!"

Suddenly, there was a soft "cha", and the black oil lamp in his hand suddenly lit up, and the golden light expanded rapidly, enveloping everything around him.

"Bomb?!" The major general was startled. Just as he was about to reach out and throw the oil lamp out, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a seashore, with white waves washing against the shore.

The smell of sea water irritated the nostrils. The major general looked bewildered, and the surrounding soldiers were also bewildered, holding supplies and documents to be transferred in their hands. They looked at each other, not understanding why they suddenly came to the seashore.

Their resident is the inland plateau hundreds of kilometers away!

After half a minute of silence, a soldier suddenly realized that he knelt down on the ground, kissed the ground, and shouted: "Praise the storm!"

The soldiers came to their senses one after another, knelt down one after another with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe, and scrambled to shout: "Praise the gods!"

Only the major general stood by the sea in a daze, looked at the sea in the distance, and at the oil lamp in his hand, his expression gradually became strange:
"Is this a Extraordinary item?"

"A...extraordinary item that can fulfill wishes?"

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On the mysterious primitive island, Klein and Alger worked together to kill the gargoyles and living corpses, and came to the end of the tomb hall.

There seemed to be some kind of painting-like traces on the wall, which attracted the attention of the two.Klein signaled Alger not to approach, then made the "Admiral of Blood" appear and flew towards the wall.

Senor lowered the height and saw clearly what was depicted on the ground in the central area:
The color of the picture is dark, with blurred figures in the background, and a long table in the main body.

Lying on the long table was a figure carrying a glorious cross, surrounded by three shadowy figures.

One of them is handsome and vigorous, one is majestic and heroic, the other has a white beard and looks very intelligent, but the three pairs of eyes are full of indescribable evil, and the behavior is the same:

One of them tore off the figure's arm, one held up its head, and one dug out the still beating heart.

Opposite them, there was a long and wide gap between the figure's chest and abdomen, and there was a gloomy and dark baby sitting cross-legged.

These four seemed to have sensed that someone was spying on them, and they looked up at the same time, as if they were watching every creature who saw the scroll!
——When he saw the picture clearly through the sight of "Wraith" Senor, Klein's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the thumping sound was so intense that even he could hear it himself.

As a "Seer" who is good at interpreting revelations and symbols, he only felt that the blood in his body was crazily rushing towards his head, making his head swollen and dizzy, as if he was preventing further thinking.

But even so, there was an illusory, his own voice echoing in his mind, full of fear:
That, the figure that was dismembered and devoured should represent the ancient sun god, the creator of everything, the omniscient and omnipotent god believed by the City of Silver!

And the three strange figures surrounding him, I, I have seen it before!
In Backlund's underground ruins, where the "Red Angel" evil spirit is sealed!

They exist in the form of statues, not so evil as in this picture, representing, respectively, representing:

"Eternal Blazing Sun", "Lord of Storms", "God of Knowledge and Wisdom"!
Suddenly, Klein remembered a noun he had obtained, a noun he had obtained from facing the "Eternal Blazing Sun":

"Pure White Angel"!
This... no way... Could it be that "Eternal Blazing Sun" was once an angel beside the ancient Sun God?

Little "Sun" mentioned before that in the afternoon town, he heard a cleric of the Creator muttering something to himself in a tone of confession and prophecy. Among them was this sentence: The kings frequently come to the palace belonging to the dusk to conspire ... "Eternal Blazing Sun" was originally called "Pure White Angel", and he was also the king of angels, and he also betrayed the creator?
A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Klein's mind. It seemed that everything about the Creator was finally coherent and merged into a complete event!

The "Ancient Sun God" believed in by the City of Silver became the crazy and corrupt "True Creator" due to certain events.

Because of this incident, the "Ancient Sun God" lost the legendary authority to create everything, lost the power of the sun, lost the divine punishment of thunder and lightning, no longer omniscient, and no longer omnipotent...

And what is shown in this painting is the "event" that caused the great change!
"The kings rebelled against the Lord..."

In this event, the eight "kings of angels" around the Lord killed the ancient Sun God, devoured Him, and plundered His authority!

If my guess is true, then the "Lord of Storms" and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" should also be the Creator believed in by the City of Silver, the king of angels beside the ancient Sun God, perhaps they should be called "Wind Angels" ’ and ‘White Angels’…

In this way, the eight kings of angels are all together, the dark angel, the pure white angel, the wind angel, the cherub, the fantasy angel, the time angel, the destiny angel, the red angel... the words heard from the "sun" and these angels Looking at the follow-up of the kings, it seems that except for the two sons of gods, Amon and Adam, the other kings of angels have betrayed the creator... This ancient sun god is a bit too miserable... However, this The painting may not be true, maybe it is slander, doubtful...

The dark baby sitting in the belly of the ancient sun god... feels like the "true creator"... and he has grown up now... Klein thought of a lot in an instant, and the more he thought about it, the more he turned his head and walked away, pretending that he never I didn't have the urge to look at that picture.

TBC
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Twilight Hermit Society Activity Center.Tyrant card in hand.

(End of this chapter)