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

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"I have to say, Your Excellency."

After just a few words of exchange, seeing the powerful spirit creature that seemed to be hostile and finally chose to leave, the dark saint who had been hiding in the shadows and recovering silently couldn't help but say: "Following you, there will really be a kind of A strong sense of security."

"Who said it wasn't."

"But who is that?"

The hunter shook his head: "The Temperance School of the Rose School... I don't know him, but I think about it now. Since he is hostile to Richard, he must be against that guy. Looking at his appearance and clothes, he should be The highland princess who died a few years ago is also the representative of the 'Bound God' that has existed since the founding of the Highland Kingdom."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he went to fight Richard. However, judging by his current appearance, he is not very strong."

"The overall strength should be around Sequence 3. Although you can use high-sequence abilities, it's actually not that strong... just like the Red Angel, and the Red Angel is still close to the strength of an angel after so long, Reinette Tiny Kerr should be even weaker."

"...Did you mean His Royal Highness the Red Angel?"

"Ah."

Trainor muttered a few words and held the cigarette in his hand.Then he naturally opened the newspaper in his hand, casually looked at the morning news on it, and then he looked at the bulletin boards in the downtown area of ​​the city and the bulletin board outside the church, and saw a brand new one, posted just this morning The evacuation notice went up, citing a large-scale military event, requiring all residents to evacuate as much as possible.

Treynor felt the aura of the law from above. This is an order for everyone, a request, not a simple notice.Therefore, even in this situation, no one fled, but obediently chose to seek refuge.

"Because only refuge is emphasized, so you can't escape?"

The hunter thought about it, and then he didn't leave, and simply sat down on a street bench: "Then I'll wait here."

His bold and free appearance made the dark saint dumbfounded. He had a slight guess about the identity of this saint who was as distinctive in appearance and personality, so he coughed lightly, grew out of the shadow under the bench, and stood up. At the armrest, he asked respectfully:

"Your Highness..."

"Just say what you have to say, don't call me that. I don't plan to become a complete mythical creature and live a boring life for thousands of years. The red angel is right. I'm just an idiot who goes to the battlefield and wants to die well." Special Reina's eyes were still looking at the newspaper in his hand, and he flipped through the internal property disputes of rich families, and the strange news, big and small, and then stayed on the stock market side, reading it intently for several minutes.

oh.The Dark Saint then changed his words: "Becklund's stronghold has been destroyed. I haven't fulfilled the Lord's order. When can I repent myself?"

"If you want to go to Intis, I'm afraid it won't work during this time."

After reading the stock changes, Trainor turned back and found the daily life chapters in the Backlund Daily that were used to make up the word count. There were recipes, filmings in theaters in different areas of Backlund, and the time and place of some activities.Just glanced around to pass the time.

"Intis is under attack. If you go there, you will melt away in a blink of an eye."

Kesma, who had the memory of being besieged and suppressed, paused for a moment, with a look of resentment on his face: "These evil gods are still like this, they dare not face the glory of the Lord, they will only bully the weak and fear the strong at this time... So what is the current situation?"

"Is the situation important to you? You can't get involved, you can't change it, just sit here."

Trainor didn't even move, he was still sitting on the bench and reading the newspaper:

"Just wait here. Anyway, as long as you don't die, the savior will appear. If God really intends to destroy the world, then none of us can escape. If Intis is really drowned, we There is no way."

"But……"

He said casually, and after reading the name of the play with great interest, and reading the accompanying book notes and recipes in the sidebar, he raised his eyes and looked at the dark saint who was standing blankly by the side: "If you want to move, you can Go by yourself, I won't follow you. I don't think you need to be so anxious to collect three thousand gold pounds, if Intis is destroyed, you will be killed on the spot, and you don't need to think about money."

Hearing his answer, the Dark Saint remained silent for a long while.

On the one hand he was filled with words of impeachment against the hunter, but on the other hand he was eerily persuaded.

"correct."

Trainor still had the same look of not being interested in anything, but suddenly asked, "Is my father still with you?"

"The Lord issued an oracle, saying that the two great beings will go to the sanctuary together."

"Go to the sanctuary?" Trainor murmured this sentence in a low voice, and then recalled all the things related to the sanctuary in his mind, "—oh, it's the land abandoned by gods, this travel plan There really is a day when it will come true.”

The Land Abandoned by the Gods, then he has heard that his father always thought about it when he was young, and would often show similar content in the fairy tales before going to bed.However, he has never collected relevant information like the secret organization, and only said that the land abandoned by God is attracting him, and it is a place he must go.He just seems to want to go where and know what it's like.A previous world map of his home had indeed been marked with an outline of an "extra" continent. He had peeked at it when he was a child, and he also asked actively in order to say a few more words to his father, pretending to be very interested. But because I wasn't really interested, I forgot the answer long ago.

Treiner suddenly felt a little funny. Logically speaking, the "cooperation" between his father and the real Creator started at the beginning of this era. He didn't expect that His guess about the Land Abandoned by the Gods and the "New World" was not just what he said. Let's just say, it's really time to go.

"I saw it when He was in Intis before."

"In the past, He seemed to take the initiative to talk to me in order to show a little affection, but now He doesn't. Is he showing 'respect' to the grown-up child? Or is he simply ignoring me?"

The Dark Saint had left, but he still didn't want to wait here, not knowing where he was going.Trainor remained on the bench, staring blankly at the newspaper he had read under the dark sky with no street lights on, and had no other plans for the next step.

"I always feel like he has changed... Can the character and performance of mythical creatures be changed at will? He has become so talkative now, but I don't know what to say to him."

Trainor went away for a while, enjoying the quiet time alone, and even turned off the soul link.But he didn't enjoy it for long, because a thunderbolt tore through the sky, as if shaking the whole earth a few times.

……

"What did I say before? If you don't want things to go weird, you should take back the Lord of Storms before coming to the Eastern Continent." Edward sat cross-legged on the edge of the chaotic sea cliff, facing his notebook One of the stick figures said to himself, "Look at what's going on outside now, do you plan to divide the sea with Noah's Ark or Moses?"

He looked at the frowning stick figure still holding a cross in his hand, pondered for a few seconds, and the pencil in his hand turned into a golden watercolor pen again. Added golden hair to his head.

However, as soon as He finished each stroke, the little stickman's blond hair began to fade and turn black. When Edward finally finished painting, the little stickman holding the cross in his hand did not grow blond hair, but had a head deeply rooted in it. brunette.

"Well, already feeling your attachment to your own image."

His eyebrows moved slightly, not too surprised by the supernatural events that happened in his pen.

Blonde hair belongs to the True Creator and black hair belongs to God.Omniscient and omnipotent authority plus black hair color, Edward always thinks of mixing all the colors together and finally black to reflect light.Draw a villain holding a cross on the sea of ​​chaos, and talk to the sea of ​​chaos, then it will naturally be anchored to God.The stickman's eyes are not colored, just two empty black circles.It is not his turn to color the eyes, and it is impossible for him to take the initiative to undertake this level of mystic connection.

Amon's clone squatted in the distance, sometimes looking at the Chaos Sea, sometimes looking at the demon, pinching his eye sockets, not speaking.

"I know you have omniscience, but it's too boring now, so I'll just gossip with you."

The golden watercolor pen became a pencil for sketching again. Edward tapped the hard cover notebook in his hand with the end of the eraser, and said to himself: "Death is about to be killed by the God of War. If the God of War wins, next One should kill the Heavenly Mother, or exchange it with other chips, do you think Leodro will sit back and watch a new dual-path true god be born?"

The sea of ​​chaos flowed gently, without answering.

"I think Leodro might not care. His purpose is to target everything owned by the Creator, and the God of War has nothing to do with him."

"However, Leodro needs to beware of the 'half fool' in the hands of the Mother of Heaven. From this perspective, it is very possible for him to stop the struggle between the god of death and the god of war, prevent the god of war from losing control, and forcibly kill only the god of war. Goddess of the night, king of angels."

"Oh, right."

Edward touched his chin, turned the notebook forward a few pages, looked at a line of words that was underlined and asked:

"Do you want to continue to prevent the Mother of Heaven from reading the memory fragments of the 'transaction with Adam'? With the current degree of fusion between the two of them, it is basically impossible to have any privacy from each other."

"However, this secret can still be kept for a long time. Now God of War and Lilith are completely on the same front. Even if this information is estimated, it is useless. After all, the giant prince is actually so selfish that he can kill all his relatives for himself."

The Goddess of the Earth and the God of War are equal in terms of deity status, because if the kinship relationship is revealed, it is very likely that the churches and believers of the two will also have a superior-subordinate relationship.Although the two gods are allies, the Church of the Mother Earth is still considered a cult in the Feysac Empire, and it is a cult with better treatment.The Feysac Empire only recognizes the legitimacy of the God of War, so it does not recognize the belief of the God of War in Fenepot.All the gods know their mother-child relationship, so it is indeed a bit of a joke for the gods.

From this point of view, God of War Budheir is really a complete egoist.

All the gods are egoists, but against the backdrop of several other groups of allies of the gods, he is really a bit unbearable and petty.

The little stickman with a cross with black hair is motionless.

"...I'm convinced, why am I talking to you here? I'm really bored. The whole world is in your head, you don't have to think about anything, you omniscient guy." Edward covered it with both hands He sighed deeply, "Although they are all lambs, Intis should be different to you, right? If you think you are still you, you should give them some special favor."

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

His reaction was so flat that Edward felt that the real Creator might have been obliterated, but God had indeed not come out of the sea of ​​chaos. The current state was so strange that it was indescribable.

Amon was curious about what Edward was talking to, so he boldly leaned over, tested on the edge of danger, and stretched his neck to look at the little stickman on the notebook.The stickman's hollow irregular black circle eyes turned suddenly, making him take a step back in fright.

"Okay. Now the god of steam and machinery is going to die."

"Your Intis is almost completely finished, are you still planning to continue to recharge your batteries in the Chaos Sea?"

Edward said again.

"Your expectations of him have failed. He is still not strong enough. The consequence of occupying this position but not being capable is death."

"Are you going to give up even the war angels this time? It's really ruthless. Medici has followed you for three epochs without betraying you, but if you have to be abandoned by you twice, you are too cruel to your most precious shepherd dog." Somewhat broken."

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

But the eyes of the two black circles slowly returned to their original positions, and a few lines of small characters gradually appeared beside them.

"Medic will not die."

"I'm just, thinking."

"Do you want to baptize Klein Moretti?"

TBC
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touched.