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

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After saving the Rorsted Islands and reporting safety to Azik by the way, Klein's heart that had been hanging for a long time was finally relieved.

At the same time, he also had some guesses about Azik's new job that he "didn't like but had to do".

As expected, Mr. Ards went to the Balam Empire. Also, he was Balam's former "Death Consul" and the son of the god of death. Now that the god of death has returned, it is impossible to let Mr. Azik continue to live in the North Continent alone. Events... I haven't been to the Southern Continent for a long time. I don't know what the current situation of the Balam Empire is like... Klein thoughtfully exchanged places with the secret puppet "World" again, and took the seat on the "Fool" main seat. The secret puppet in the seat blocked it, and then listened to the conversation between "The Hermit" and "Alger".

They didn't listen for a few minutes, and the two didn't talk about anything else, they were just discussing the current situation.

"World" first looked at Alger, and said in the usual tone:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', through the special way of communication between the favored ones, I got the news that the 'Laurel' has left the vicinity of the Rorsted Islands. You can choose the time to leave here and return to your own body."

Alger and Cattleya subconsciously looked at the chief seat. The place was filled with thick fog, and there was no great being that they were all familiar with sitting.Then this "special way of communication between favored ones" is very intriguing. The two members with better vision and occult knowledge reserves than ordinary Beyonders looked at each other, and reached a consensus through their eyes:
After "World" became a demigod, his authority in this mysterious space also increased.

Is this the privilege of the favored ones?Alger clenched his fists, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes, he nodded towards "The World", his attitude was better than before: "I see. But, how do you get out of here?"

Klein was startled, and then remembered that it was always the "fool" who usually left them, putting them back into his body one by one, so he nodded slightly, and said without revealing, "I'll help you go back."

The two fell back tactically, and Klein was a little excited after seeing Alger's expression.

"My 'Blue Avenger' will probably be lost in this disaster, and all my crew members have died. If I go back alone, I will probably face endless speculation and temptation from the church—if it is my The subordinate survives in such a situation, I even think about whether to restore him to his characteristics, he may have received the hidden pollution without knowing it."

"The Hanged Man" calmly finished this long paragraph, expressing his attitude and making a hint.

Klein, who was already half-human, immediately received the hint, and asked back as if confirming:
"You don't plan to return to the Church of the Storm?"

A Sequence 5 powerhouse whose performance progress is steadily improving, no matter which organization he is placed in, he is a middle-level and high-level player, and he can get good treatment, not to mention that "The Fool" holds the card of blasphemy in this way, Alger feels that he is expected to push Open that door, gain divinity, become a demigod, and no longer need to stay in the Church of Storms to hide himself tremblingly, digesting low-sequence potions repeatedly—he just drank an extra Sequence 6.So, under the gaze of "The Hermit" and "The World", Alger nodded affirmatively:

"Yes. I'll go back. What's waiting for me may be house arrest and recovery. I'll leave. Maybe there are other ways."

"I know."

Klein nodded slightly, trying not to show any emotional fluctuations and said, "I'll find a way for you."

"Thank you." Alger was secretly happy.

As a member of the Tarot Society, and with the arrangement of "The World", Alger felt an indescribable sense of joy—he felt that he no longer had to worry about getting twice the result with half the effort, and he no longer had to worry about being with the Church of Storms. In the same way, he always looks at people's faces, let alone worry about being robbed of credit, so he can only share some soup and water.He probably can finally accumulate credit normally and exchange for future formulas normally!

At this moment, Klein heard loud buzzing. Someone was praying to him, and the voice was very urgent.

After he recognized the voice and content, he immediately frowned.

"Dear Mister Fool."

In the picture, there are Audrey and Forsi, and even Xio is there. The three members of the Tarot Society who met in reality gathered in what seemed to be an underground refuge. The figures in it are illuminated... There are not many people, and there are bodyguards scattered around to protect them, and there are few civilians. It seems that this should belong to the shelter in Queens, and the users are mostly middle-class and nobles.

Forsi and Xio probably happened to be nearby, and they happened to see Audrey after entering the shelter, so they naturally approached her as friends.

The faces of the three of them were full of tension, and they prayed softly in the corner, and the people around them were psychologically implied to ignore them:
"Excuse me, do you know what happened?"

"It's getting dark, and there are sounds of lightning and sea waves everywhere. There is also a voice saying that Lunburg has joined the camp of the Feysac Empire and is about to attack us, but Emperor Loen discovered and wiped them out first..."

Audrey's voice trembled a little, the sudden bombing appeared in her mind, no matter how restrained she was, the instinctive fear of death could not be completely erased by "pacification":
"Dear Mister Fool, has the war finally spread to us?"

……

On the southern continent, in the highland colony that was being rebuilt, the angels were uncharacteristically silent.

Not only did they not speak, but the entire colony was quiet. The God of Death was extremely active spiritually. The Sea of ​​Violence and the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness that he barely controlled all began to stir. southern continent.

In the dark sky, the gate of the underworld has long been opened, and the spiritual world and the real world have overlapped. If you are not careful, you will interact with undead creatures and spiritual creatures, and then you will be pulled into another world and evaporated.

The Bound God covered his ears, Balanca covered his mouth, and Richard closed his eyes.

Don't listen, don't respond, don't look.

With their powerful spirituality, the angels force everyone to obey their precepts, just look at the eyes, don't speak, don't listen to those words-creatures in the spiritual world will not reason with you, only by isolating all interactions can you prevent being They attack for various reasons.

……

"How much 'memory' power can you use in this state?"

"Very little, half the old days are up to the sky, don't you plan to chat with God?"

"I can't stay here forever, there has to be a break."

"I can't jump into the sea of ​​chaos, so you use this method to force me to participate?"

The King of Decay sat next to the real Creator, leaning against the blasphemous slate, his gray hair spreading around like spider silk or the roots of an old tree: "Just for this reason, I used the power of the Chaos Sea to imagine me?"

The True Creator nodded with his eyes closed.

"And it's strange that you imagined me." The king of decay pointed to his head with an unnatural expression, "Is this the judgment given to you by your omniscience? What you imagined is actually me... the real one That me, I haven't met God a few times at all."

Just like historical projections can capture living people, and living people can also descend on historical projections to fight on their behalf, this level of fantasy is more like a summoning ceremony.The true Creator first used the sea of ​​chaos to imagine that the "King of Decline" is next to him, which is reasonable, so the sea of ​​chaos fabricated such an empty shell that fits the setting, and then, the only consciousness in the universe that really has this name will Notice this hollow shell of God's design and choose to wake up in it.

"Your imagination is very rich, and now I am connected with the source quality."

Of course, the Declining King came down voluntarily to help. After all, it is the most beneficial for him to be the main personality of the true Creator. Being idle on it is also idle, and he has no hobby of torturing Amon to pass the time:

"what are you planning to do?"

The real creator closed his eyes, and said in a half-dead voice: "Sneak into the memory and talk to him. He can easily make me disappear, but just put me here. Omniscient told me that the battle situation in Intis is very fierce. I Can't stay here forever."

"……yes."

The King of Decay put the back of his hand against his chin, and said after a while: "Well, you are more decisive than I thought, but no matter how fast you are, your followers will suffer losses, so what are you going to do with Ruen in the end?"

"They believe in the wrong gods. Before the end, I will help them convert." The real creator said in a deep voice, "No matter what, I will successfully accommodate the source, or become a part of the source. I will protect the earth. The crisis will be resolved."

"Then, do you want to continue like this forever?" The Declining King asked, "Using the extraordinary to develop productive forces will greatly enrich the production resources, and you control the extraordinary, so that human beings can always live in a carefree world." The golden age' is over."

The True Creator said calmly: "This may be the best answer."

"No problem, then I'll go to your consciousness."

The Outer God turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and covered the eyes of the real Creator.

The power of memory was activated suddenly, and the same old and immortal outer god easily shared the memory brought by God's "omniscient". The history books of the years are full of history that can make him blow up a few blood pressure monitors, but it doesn't matter, "wither" His power eagerly absorbs these knowledge and memories, like a plant that protrudes its roots underground in the desert, compiling one record after another at an unimaginably fast speed.

"Long time no see, God." The Declining King smiled and said, "It should be His idea to ask me for help, but it was you who did the thing, have you finally become the God you hate the most in the long struggle? The deceit and deceit just now is very good at camouflage."

Then, the part of the data of the real Creator floating in the depths of the ocean of consciousness was retrieved by Him at high speed using his own name—God has no friendship with Him, but the real Creator is much more familiar—and then connected, almost Those memories that were washed away and almost disappeared at the edge of the huge universe are gathered again, sorted into serial numbers, sorted out the front and rear order, and pinched out the human form, just like writing a detailed biography of characters, and then the king of decay Snapped the record into a humanoid shell.

The corner of the Creator's mouth raised slightly, the sea of ​​light and shadow rippled, and the shell of the decaying king suddenly twisted.

"Your future is endless decline and death, no wonder you can temporarily deceive the imperfect 'omniscient'."

"Unfortunately, I have already made a prophecy."

"There is no need to prophesy, He will be you sooner or later." The Declining King said, "You are not in a hurry to be resurrected, and you have nothing to do, why don't you try to sleep a little longer and see what He will do? ?”

"I am not you, I will not pursue illusory possibilities."

God compassionately said: "I am the only one, and I don't need any other way of feeding - I am the truth."

The Declining King snapped off his arm, which was broken along with his clothes and turned into a gray-white branch. He used the branch to pierce the heart of the true Creator.Then the heavy pressure of the source quality hit, and the empty shell of the outer gods was immediately torn apart and restored to the most essential spirituality.

In the world of consciousness struggle, the true Creator whose body was reshaped by the Outer God with thunder has finally found himself again.

He opened his eyes, recalling what happened just now with a little fear and confusion.Then seeing that he was still lying on the bottom of the chaotic sea, his mood was extremely calm, as if everything he could perceive had disappeared.He found that he seemed to be able to control part of the Chaos Sea, but there were still countless memories mixed in his mind, as well as large sections of blank space, which made him unable to tell who he was.

He climbed ashore, glanced at his feet subconsciously, and then felt a little confused by his behavior.

But he was not confused for long, because he saw Amon was still standing there, and he remembered that Intis was under attack, so he immediately drove out, defeated the Lord of Storms, dealt with him as a traitor, and then recovered Power, save Intis, become the sun.

Now that God has been born, there is no need for the Lord of Mysteries in this world. The Outer Gods also knew that they could not fight God, so they left one after another.Klein Moretti also became a member of the Creator Church and lived a simple and happy life.

The doomsday crisis is resolved.

Everything is peaceful, the world is very beautiful, and after fulfilling his long-cherished wish, looking at the happy world, he decided to willingly——

"What are you thinking?!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and even in his head. A strange roar that had never been heard before appeared in his ears. He had never heard this sound before, but he subconsciously imagined it when he heard it. A blurry human form.

"I'm not helping you to see you become God willingly!"

The voice raised a few degrees, showing dissatisfaction and strong condemnation of his failure-although the real creator didn't know where he failed, he has become God, saved the earth and saved mankind, who is so daring? speak to him?In terms of God's temperament, He should immediately exercise the power of a tyrant to let this blunt guy know who is the truth of the universe, but He is strangely guilty, as if he has really forgotten something very important.

Forgot what?
"Who are you?" asked the True Creator, but got no answer.

Who is talking to me?He was puzzled, but after a little thought, he immediately felt a warning from spiritual perception.

caveat?

The real Creator was taken aback for a moment. When He withdrew his authority and dismissed the Outer Gods, his spiritual perception did not respond!He is already God, who can make God feel dangerous?Who dares to warn God not to think?
Then, He looked up at the perfect world in front of him, saw almost the same smiles on everyone's faces, and saw them kneeling neatly on the ground, praising the Creator loudly, and suddenly felt a burst of unreasonable fear.

He immediately stepped down from the altar and grabbed a priest casually, who showed a grateful smile.

The true Creator felt more and more uneasy, and he asked the priest, "What is your day like?"

The priest replied reverently: "In the morning, I pray to you, I sing to you, I take communion at noon, then I pray to you, and I have dinner after sunset. Some people need to work, but they must also work with your glory in mind. There is half a point of slack."

The True Creator frowned deeply, this is wrong, no, what is wrong with this?Believers should be like this, of course believers of God should dedicate everything to God, dedicate everything to God, that's how it should be, because I gave them everything, and they should give me everything in return... He has some Distraught, he pushed the opponent away subconsciously, but he didn't want to lose control of his own strength. The priest flew out and hit the huge cross statue behind him, causing his head to bleed instantly.

But he still insisted on kneeling on the ground and worshiping the true Creator.

The true Creator resisted the urge to frown. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, that something was wrong... But at the same time, His will told Him that this was right. You are God, and you should reasonably enjoy everything that a believer has, even if To torture them, even to let them die.

He approached the priest and whispered:

"If I let you kill yourself now, would you be willing?"

"Great Lord, I do!"

The blood-stained face of the priest had an unchanging smile, which was extremely terrifying against the backdrop of blood. He kissed the ground in front of the Creator devoutly, and then wrung his own neck without thinking.

There was no splash of blood, only a twisted corpse lying at his feet.

This living person, who was still laughing a second ago, turned into a corpse with a satisfied smile on his face in the blink of an eye.

The pupils of the real Creator shrunk, this is wrong, it shouldn't be like this...why shouldn't it be like this?Believers should be grateful for any order from the gods, even death.No!This is not right!Human beings shouldn't be unresponsive to such orders, at least they should hesitate, they should hesitate, they should be angry, they should be puzzled... No!This is God's order, this is God's order they believe in devoutly, why should they hesitate?What right do they have to hesitate?
Humanity?

The True Creator suddenly had an absurd idea.

What is a human being?
Do they claim that something is important to me?Why should I remember, and why should I feel that "this is how humans should be"?My believers are to me - shouldn't they be - flocks - or even bacteria?

He turned his head and saw the other people who looked at the priest's body with envious eyes, and saw the golden sun hanging in the sky.

who am I?
In the warm sunlight, the real Creator shuddered.

TBC
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I'm coming.