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

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"According to the customs of the Eurasian continent...the Eastern Continent before the cataclysm, there should be many cities near the sea, right?"

The true creator did not answer.

The sun shines on the Land Abandoned by the Gods, slowly purifying the pollution and darkness of the millennium in this land.Edward stopped and went, doing some impromptu archeology from time to time, admiring the scenery of this deserted wasteland as if he was really traveling.

"A person died here, and there are also traces of fighting, bones... This is a small team, an exploration team sent by the last living force of a city-state on the verge of extinction, looking for some food."

Edward stretched out his hand and gestured: "Then they encountered a terrifying monster in the dark, and the group was wiped out here."

"This incident happened... seven years ago in 980."

The real Creator glanced at the direction in which his hand was gesturing. His authority did not involve history, and he saw nothing, only a dull wasteland and a few solid debris with no visible material.He closed his eyes, and didn't ask how the people in the city-state were waiting for their relatives to return with food after the team was wiped out, because the ending was already doomed.

The city-state was on the verge of collapse. Even if the team didn't die this time, they would be in danger the next time, and the next time.Even if they can return with their prey smoothly every time, they still cannot resist the endless darkness and despair. Madness and death are the only answers in the Land Abandoned by God.

He understood why the king of decay would like it here.

There are these small episodes everywhere along the way, and the whispers of the outer gods are lingering in the ears of the real creator.At this time, he didn't feel that the other party was deliberately disturbing his thinking and emotions, but thought it was a disguised form of help.Because through the narration and records of the other party, he can feel the deeper connection between himself and this land, and the weight on himself is gradually increasing.

Although feeling exhausted, sad, and helpless, the true Creator has never so clearly understood the suffering experienced by the Eastern Continent, and has never been so clearly aware of what he has done, a decision of his own, which fell on the earth and formed a What a hopeless world.

"God" is not guilty.God is always right.

"God" doesn't suffer.God is all knowing and all powerful.

"God" will not regret it.God cannot be questioned.

But people are not.

Relying on these tiny to inconspicuous differences, the True Creator can always overcome the clearer calls in his ears time and time again.

"...oh, there's a city here."

The Outer God who was walking on the outside doing free and irregular movements suddenly stopped. He walked a few steps in place, facing a certain direction, stretched out his hand and grabbed the air. Countless information, records and information from the land History was immediately attracted to him as if it had encountered a vortex, and gradually gathered a vague image of a book in His hands.The True Creator also stopped to observe the actions of the Outer Gods.

The spiritual world of the Eastern Continent is still not fully connected with the outside world, and these information and records do not come from the spiritual world, but...

... the memory of the land itself?

The real creator can't help but think of the "disaster memory" he experienced in his ascension ceremony. This memory contains so many people, so many cities, so many different perspectives and identities. Compared with a certain person or The memory of some people is indeed more like a record from the perspective of space, a proof of existence.

However, being able to do this proves that he has established a stable communication with the half body of Tianwai, and can use the power of the other party.

With a soft sound, a book that seemed nothing special fell into Edward's hands.He flipped through it roughly, looked at the contents of the book, then looked at the ground under his feet, and said suspiciously: "The city of the cliff?"

The surrounding area is a wasteland with no mountains or cliffs.

The eyeballs of the real creator moved slightly, and this name evoked some extremely distant memories of him.

With a flick of Edward's wrist, the somewhat thick book began to turn pages automatically. With the turning of the pages, the surrounding world also changed suddenly.

In an instant, a mountain peak appeared out of thin air, and countless illusory bricks, stones and wood flew up from the ground one after another. Stone bricks with a width of several centimeters built a thick city wall, and stone slabs paved the broad ground.A city with an obvious giant style, but also with delicate and exquisite patterns and carvings that human beings love, rises from the ground. The huge city is built against the mountains, and the winding mountain roads are orderly and beautiful.

As if going back in time, phantoms of residents appeared in the city, they were indistinct, talking and laughing with each other, and some people were hawking.

The city gradually shrank, and it seemed that it had been expanded many times before it reached its final scale.The city walls disappeared, turned into raw materials, the ground changed from stone slabs to ordinary dirt roads, and the clothes of the people passing by quickly became simple and even crude, with only a few pieces of cloth left around their bodies.

Then, the number of people gradually decreased, and the number of giants increased rapidly, and occasionally elves appeared.And beside almost every giant, there are some thin and thin humans surrounded by a few pieces of simple cloth, or even naked.

Edward flipped through the book, and the phantom of the city kept changing with his movements, like pulling the progress bar of a video.

The true creator stared at the city, and suddenly asked, "How did it destroy it?"

Edward paused when he turned the pages of the book, and turned directly to the last few pages.

The magnificent city built on the mountain suddenly trembled violently, as if an unprecedented earthquake hit suddenly, and the faces of the phantoms of walking humans all showed expressions of astonishment.

Extraordinary people came out to maintain law and order, evacuated the crowd, and let them go to the prepared shelter in the city, but then, the whole sky suddenly darkened, lightning flashed, silver sword light pierced the sky, and a wave of aftermath struck, The entire mountain was cut open like tofu.

The mountain collapsed.

No one had time to resist, and the city and people were reduced to fragments and buried in gravel and mud.

There was no light between the sky and the earth, shadows flowed over, and the wreckage of mountains and cities melted into the bloody darkness.Then more than a thousand years passed, under the gathering of the Extraordinary, monsters came in a hurry, digging the soil to find the remaining Extraordinary characteristics, and strange Extraordinary plants grew. The ruins of this city of raised hills and cliffs just slowly disappeared without a trace.

The book is closed, and a story has come to an end.Edward observed the real Creator and asked curiously, "Have you been here?"

"Coming here means that my destination is not far away."

The true Creator did not answer this question directly. He lowered his eyes and scanned the wasteland under his feet, with a sigh in his voice.

"...I walked out of the sea of ​​chaos and trekked in the Eastern Continent for a long time in a daze. This strange world is full of horrors and strange monsters everywhere. Even myself, I have become a stronger person with divine and strange powers. monster."

"Then, in a small village on the mountain, I finally saw human beings, human beings who were born as slaves."

"In fact, giants are quite gentle in comparison. Although they will use humans as a kind of toy to play bad games, at least they will not eat humans, they will not take pleasure in killing humans, and they will not discuss how old humans taste the best. , won't make me feel too sick."

His words stopped here, and the true Creator raised his head, looked into the distance, and chose a direction to move forward.

Edward listened carefully to His speech, and thought carefully for a while when human beings had the best meat quality, and then stopped thinking about this topic, and put the book in his hand into his collection cabinet, and followed suit.

……

"Republic or constitutional monarchy, that is the question."

Richard looked around: "Anyway, don't engage in a kingdom. I don't think it matters at all whether there is a king in the highlands. Is there any objection? I heard that Intis has already started to implement basic social security, allowing Extraordinary people to join productive labor Now, do we really need a so-called royal family to support us? In the past, maybe a strong leader was indeed needed to unite the highlanders. But look at these royal families, recognize the reality, actively prepare for war, and inspire the people , Correctly use indulgence to liberate combat power... If there is one of them that is correct, we will not despise them. Now, even the rebels are not using the banner of the royal family to restore the country, and why do you want them to lead us with a royal family?"

The Bound God remained silent.

"I think...forget it, I'll vote for the Republic." Baranka glanced at the Bound God hesitantly. The Tinekerr royal family is also considered to be the Bound God's family, so they were directly captured by Richard. Being denied at the beginning still made him feel a little complicated.

But even though he was extremely reluctant, he still sat at the temporary negotiating table, and the rest of the "silent disciples" and "puppets" sat at another square table in the distance, not daring to breathe to digest the progress.

The small building that was temporarily tidied up was full of splendor due to the presence of Temperance Angels, Cursed Kings, and Bound Gods. It was predicted that it would become a new pilgrimage site for the Rose School of thought for at least the next ten years.

It's a pity that Sierra is not here, otherwise the angels of the Rose School of Thought gathered together to discuss the future would be an unprecedented event.

"It seems that the two of you also feel that the highlands don't need a royal family, or in other words, don't need a royal family with too much power."

Seeing that the three had reached a consensus, Barranca asked the next question:
"Then is it necessary for us to establish a constitutional monarchy? The royal family of Tinekerr is almost dead. Of course, if the... uh... the great bound god has the will to establish a constitutional monarchy, we can also find the remaining members of the school. The descendants of the royal family of Tinekerr succeed to the throne... Then, what should we do with Reinette Tinekerr who has become a creature of the spirit world? After all, he is the favored one of the Bound God."

Still killed by our indulgent faction.

"..."

Both eyes turned to the Bound God, who was wearing an inconspicuous robe, ordinary and full of scars.Torzner thought for a while, and asked in a voice that seemed to have no emotional fluctuations:
"How does Reinette feel about the Highlands now?"

"I don't know. We just settled the matter of the garrison two days ago, and now we don't even have a provisional government, and we don't have time to inform others." Richard reached out for a cup of coffee and tasted the mellow Pass Valley-style coffee for a while. He drank and said, "If you're curious, I'll go back and visit him in the spirit world. It is estimated that the creatures in the spirit world are not too concerned about the information in the real world. He has been dead for several years."

"Mahamus." He greeted sideways, "help me add some milk."

The blond curly-haired Maihamus stood up, then turned and went out, leaving the small room to get milk.

"Is Reinette's attitude important? I think Reinette is only a little obsessed with Siuah."

Balanca found some sense of participation, and said casually: "The creatures in the spirit world are no longer living people. It's normal to keep only one or two deepest feelings. Reinette probably only has her own temperance in her heart." , and Siea who killed himself."

"Maybe he also hates you." Richard teased, "After all, you became the king of curses only after he died."

"I don't care what dead people think."

"The last time I communicated with him was more than a year ago. Anyway, he still doesn't want to see me like that. Of course it's a good thing to be attached to my juniors. I also plan to find some time to visit Reinette and Sharon."

"A visit?" Barranca sneered.

"Hmph. It's a visit now." Richard laughed. "Little Sharon's strength is limited, so she dare not tell us clearly. Since Steve is dead, Maric should also be a resentful soul. The two young The resentful souls of those who have fled to the Northern Continent cannot unite the Temperance faction at the top, and they cannot surrender at the bottom, they are all insignificant children, what do I care about them?"

"You seem to have gained a lot from your trip to the Northern Continent this time."

"It's quite a lot. I saved a little girl from a very rich family." The Temperance Angel brought over the coffee tray and brushed it with his palm. Clusters of flower-like patterns grew out of the plain tray without any patterns, " The little girl is an audience with good psychological quality, and I plan to abduct her here to treat the lunatics and psychopaths here, the mental hospital is almost unable to accommodate the low-level members."

"Audience?" Balanca asked curiously, "Psychological Alchemists?"

"Maybe."

While speaking, Mahmus knocked on the door with a milk jug and entered. Richard handed over the coffee in his hand and asked the Bound God on a whim, "Now is a good time for afternoon tea, would you like some snacks? It seems that the sacrifices we gave you were only blood sacrifices and no food."

The Bound God looked at him and did not clearly express his objection.

Richard waved his hand and greeted Mahms who had just returned to his seat: "Prepare a refreshment for our revered God!"

Mahamus, whose buttocks hadn't even touched the cushion, was silent for two seconds, stood up again, and left.

"That's enough, let's continue talking about Reinette."

Richard cleared his throat and looked at the Bound God:

"It seems that God didn't think of a solution, so let's discuss whether there is a need for the existence of a republic—first of all, in terms of productivity, I think we prisoners and criminals really suck, and the meaning of our low-level existence may just give Psychiatrists play mental patients, which is almost useless in terms of people's livelihood, do you have any objections?"

"I basically agree with your point of view, but I think our temperance play still has some effect on society."

Barranca immediately retorted:
"The Balam Empire can hire skeletons for farming, and so can our living corpses."

Richard couldn't help but chuckled: "How many times have I said that temperance is a social moral requirement, can you eat this stuff? You can, can other people? According to you, then we prisoners are actually It also has some effect in terms of productivity, you see, as long as we rise to Sequence 2, we can use the invincible transformation curse to make food!"

"...I'm not discussing this with you!"

"By the way, is the bread delivered yet?"

"It has been distributed as a work meal." Balanca picked up the topic, "Recently, the city that was damaged by the school is being renovated. There are many jobs, and people's enthusiasm is still very high."

"Well, that's good." Richard thought, "What does the new city plan look like? Show me the blueprints later."

"Row."

The two angels were chatting, and Mahmus stepped forward cautiously, and placed a fluffy and delicious-looking milk muffin in front of the Bound God.The Bound God sitting at the main seat nodded towards him, and the latter felt honored to receive the feedback from the potion and returned to his seat.Torzner looked around at his two angels very restrainedly, and felt that there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between them.

While the topics kept changing, from the new High State polity to Reinette's stance to prisoner productivity and urban refurbishment efforts, there was always an odd frequency of overlapping, a smooth exchange, and then back again. to the things that matter most.

"Well, I think I'm a little biased too."

Richard rubbed his chin: "You're right, since werewolves don't want brains, let's let them do manual work. The living corpses can be sent to farm, and the resentful souls can enter the factory to control the machines... No, at last It’s better not to do this, one resentful soul is enough to make half of the textile factory operate normally, but it will not benefit the people. How did the Balam Empire deal with it?”

Balanca spread her hands:
"The current policy of the consuls of the Balam Empire is to let extraordinary people do most of the work, and then use the productivity of extraordinary people to improve the welfare and living standards of the people. The form of work is equivalent to that of bishops, and extraordinary people in the middle order are in charge of the city. , under the jurisdiction of some low-sequence Extraordinary to participate in city activities. The supporting laws have not yet been issued, but it is probably because of the absolute control of the death path from top to bottom, and there have not been too many bad influences so far. They showed no dissatisfaction."

The Bound God tore the muffins into small pieces, listening to these meaningless political information without any reaction.

He feels the normal food and oral collision, and uses it as seriously as research to stabilize his state and humanity.

Richard thought about it for a few minutes, then clicked his tongue.

"We should first discuss the attitude towards the people."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you intend to let the extraordinary do everything, liberate the productivity of the extraordinary, improve people's welfare, and raise them like pets, or let the extraordinary power be used by ordinary people, so that ordinary people can correctly recognize and understand the extraordinary, and gradually Establish the idea of ​​changing the world through the correct use of extraordinary power." Richard knocked on the table, his words made Baranka show a thoughtful expression, and the demigods also pricked up their ears, "The first one is the simplest, and it can No need to think about it, with extraordinary abilities, we can take care of all aspects of society, but if this continues, the contempt of ordinary people will become more serious in the long run.”

"It's serious now."

Richard said in a low voice: "Last full moon, a resentful soul indulged and failed to adjust back in time. He sucked the souls of more than 50 people in a whole village. After waking up, he didn't feel guilty. His guilt and sadness were only because he was about to be executed. .Power, power, money, all temptations are alienating, especially in our seductive and indulgent avenue."

"It doesn't matter." Barranca said, "The northern continent is more serious."

"Can you go up and compare? Look at the Creator Church in the Northern Continent!"

When it comes to the Church of the Creator, considering that he and others still need to see the face of the other party to survive, Baranka had to be serious:
"Appreciate further details."

"Don't ask me, you'll know when you go there and see for yourself next month."

The Aurora Society itself has a profound foundation, and after occupying the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun almost without bloodshed, its energy has reached an astonishing level.The Creator Church can vigorously train low-sequence Extraordinary people to enter all walks of life to promote production, can ignore the condemnation of the Church of the Mother Earth and directly encourage the family members of the church members to become "cultivators", and let the Church of Steam participate in the labor.

The Rose School of Thought... The Rose School of Thought is successful if it can constrain its members to work hard.

Richard mentally took a few bites of the lemon.

"The way to treat the people needs more observation and discussion. Since we don't plan to learn from the Balam Empire, the restoration of the country cannot be done overnight... How about we discuss the details of tonight's battle?"

……

"Both the true creator and that terrifying god have entered the Eastern Continent?"

In the depths of Sodlark Palace, upon hearing this secret report, King George III, who was almost integrated into the shadows, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in the dark blue pupils.

The true god of the devil path... or the alien from space left a deep impression on King George III, and it was almost impossible not to feel fear when associating it.At the same time, what he wondered was not only why the real creator suddenly went to the Land Abandoned by God, but also another thing——

This piece of information was actually provided to him by the Church of Storms!

The Church of the Storm, which has always given people a sense of recklessness and rudeness, actually surpassed the hounds of George III in the speed of intelligence gathering!

"...You are doing well, go down."

After retreating from the demigod who reported the report, George III stood up from the high-backed chair, paced slowly in the palace, frowning and thinking about the possible deep meaning of this piece of information—the Church of Storms is so sensitive to this matter, I’m afraid There is another mystery in it.And these mysteries have already been recognized by the storm and the night, and he who can call himself the emperor doesn't know it yet.

His eyes slightly glanced at the corner of the palace, where an inconspicuous paper figure was pasted in the dark of the decoration.

"Miss Zaratul, what do you think?"

The paper figurine trembled twice, and the old man whispered indistinctly: "I have a guess..."

"Oh?"

"According to the legends recorded by my ancestors, the Creator came out of the Eastern Continent and opened the glorious third era." Zaratul recalled his life when he was not an angel for a long time. As a human being, of course He also once There were times when I was young and sat next to the elders and listened to the old people's stories attentively. Now the time has changed, the ancestors are gone, the family is gone, and he has become an old man, but there are no descendants who can sit by his side and listen to the stories.

He chuckled and said, "My ancestors said that there may be some secrets in the Eastern Continent. The true Creator returned there, perhaps because he is going to take back his followers now, or it may be some secrets in the Eastern Continent."

"Is the Church concerned about the itinerary of the real Creator, or the secrets of the Eastern Continent?"

George III did not say the name of the Lord of Storms, and now that he is the King of Angels, it is easy to attract the other party's attention.

"...Looks like it's time to act."

George III exhaled lightly. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he was not a fool. He would not seek out ancient secrets that had nothing to do with him when there were more important things in front of him.

Cooperating with the Church of Storms and gaining the acquiescence of the Church of Evernight... This was something that was unimaginable a few months ago, but now it has come true.

George III paced back and forth, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

So happy, His long-cherished wish is close at hand.

TBC
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This is an update on the 7th, and I wrote a little more.

When I wake up, I will read Chapter 8 again.