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

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Playing the role of Amon is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Klein put the monocle on his right eye, adjusted the position a few times, and turned his head casually as if admiring the scenery outside the window.

The long line of passers-by who wanted to divination moved forward slowly, and the carriage finally found a gap, and it struggled to squeeze forward with other cars.

And Klein has always maintained an Amon-style smile, locked the sweat tightly under his skin, and pretended to be disapproving, for fear that Zaratul would notice something wrong if he was negligent.

Amon's avatar will deliberately find things to pursue excitement, and may really not care about being killed by the adjacent pathway Sequence One, but he does!

Who knows if it can be revived if it is turned into a marionette?
And this is Zaratul. Zaratul, who has experience as a "Master of Miracles" in Sequence 2, Klein doesn't think that the other party will not know about the Master of Miracles' resurrection request. As long as he responds to prevent him from being resurrected, he will fall directly.

Even if Zaratul lowered his head, as if he had been fooled by him, Klein still didn't dare to be careless.He used the action of pulling out his pocket watch as a camouflage, grabbed the two charms bestowed by the Aurora Society hidden in the inner pocket of his coat with his fingers, and began to silently recite the honorable name of the red angel in his heart, hoping to be quickly put into the "war" by Medici. In the soul link of "The Red".

As soon as the spell came out, Zaratul would immediately recognize himself as the guy who owned Sefirah Castle, and his identity would be revealed accordingly.But he has already faced Sequence One head-on, and he is so dangerous that he needs to take a gamble and use a spell to protect himself, so why not expose himself?
When the carriage entered the long queue, the door panel by Klein's hand was knocked suddenly.

Klein's heartbeat seemed to pause for a moment. He smiled and glanced to the side, only to see a young man outside the window looking up from the car window. His movements were abnormal, and his demeanor had a sense of cunning and maturity that did not match his age. .

Too bad... Klein just felt his scalp explode. Even playing Amon could not completely make Zaratul relax his vigilance towards him. After all, the "Amon" who appeared here is just a demigod, the real angel and the main body It is impossible to appear under the eyes of the God of Thunder!

There is no need for Zaratul to be afraid of him at all, and there is no need to turn a blind eye to avoid entanglements with the main body. The other party can completely wipe out all the surrounding Amon and harvest a lot of "worms of time"!
The young passer-by and Klein looked at each other for two seconds, and suddenly laughed softly:
"Why don't you parasitize this person?"

The young passer-by who had become Zaratul's secret puppet followed the carriage and looked at Klein's driver: "Even this is not a clone."

Sure enough, even if I pretend to be Amon, I can't completely let Zaratul let me go, but if I don't pretend to be Amon, I will already be a secret puppet in one face-to-face!

The old and treacherous voice of the real Zaratul, which Klein had heard, came from the marionette's throat:

"You're not Amon, hehe..."

The moment Zaratul said "Even this is not a clone", Klein suddenly felt chills all over his body, and his limbs became stiff. He suddenly clenched the spell in his inner pocket and spoke loudly in the ancient giant language. said:
"invalid!"

In an instant, the black spiritual body thread that had reached the old man's hand suddenly retracted, and Klein's spiritual body thread broke away from his control, and formed a circle around Klein, just like it was hidden at the beginning. Like Zaratul in the small town!

Zaratul chuckled unsurprisingly, reached out and took a set of tarot cards selected by the guest in front of him, and interpreted it for the guest:

"What you want to divination is the progress of what is about to happen. This is your choice. The third set of cards..."

The old angel turned over the first of the three cards. Under the anxious, expectant and doubtful eyes of the guest, he smiled unhurriedly:
"Oh, it's not good, your first card is... the right place of the god of death."

He smiled and showed the card in front of the guests, only to see a flower that was about to wither in the palm of the skeleton.

The spell turned into a golden flame and blazed, dispelling Klein's stiffness and coldness in an instant, but Klein felt that the world around him suddenly became extremely far away from him, and a dark fog had shrouded him at some point. Beside him, a heavy sense of history rushed over his face—the carriage disappeared, the coachman and his secret puppet were both missing, and he was brought into the fog of history by Zaratul!
He is a newly promoted Sequence 3, and in terms of authority, he simply cannot compete with Zaratul, who is a part of history!

Zaratul could completely turn everyone around him into a secret puppet, but he didn't do that. Instead, he chose a slightly troublesome way to isolate me from the real world... He didn't want to and didn't dare to do anything in Backlund, even if it was just I don't even want to transform more than a dozen people.

Klein immediately realized something.

The laws of the outside world seem to suppress Zaratul very strongly. The gods turned a blind eye to the fight for Sefirah Castle, but if he does not want to affect reality on a large scale, he will attract George III and the God of Thunder If you don't like it, you can only do it in the fog of history.

The golden flame in his hand was burning blazingly.

When this talisman was made, the real creator was still a dual-path true god, so this talisman can only use the ability of the true god level twice.

The fog of history... Fortunately, I am also a part of history!

A piece of shimmering fragments floated towards Klein, and the picture turned out to be an even older Trier.

A building hidden in history appeared in front of Klein. Secret puppets came to life, chatting and laughing with living people, treacherous spells emerged everywhere, and several mermaids were raised in a huge lake.Many people dressed as clowns and magicians, as if throwing a fancy dress party.

The fragment was getting closer and closer to Klein. In an instant, the secret puppets, trick mages, ancient scholars, and even Zaratul who was hiding in the deepest place, who was still a master of miracles at the time, all turned their heads towards him!
The secret practice society in the Fifth Epoch!

It was the secret practice society in its heyday before Zaratul went crazy because of promotion to Sequence [-]!
Klein quickly moved backwards, but the historical projections in the fragments started their actions together. Klein's spiritual body lines twisted violently like leaves in a strong wind. They were stretched, twisted, and attracted to those "seers" "Fly away!"

Zaratul knew that I was the favored one of the true Creator, and he didn't dare to take me to the third or fourth era to prevent my spell from being connected with the historical image of the true Creator... and the fifth era, before I came, I have nothing to do with this world...

But during this... time... I still have a... person... who can...

Klein's thinking gradually became stagnant. Under the protection of "Void", he was able to barely win two seconds under the pressure of an angel and several demigods. This is already an indescribable miracle.He struggled to clenched the golden flame in his hand, his voice seemed rusty:

"efficient!"

In the last less than a second, Klein made a grabbing motion with his right hand, his muscles tensed suddenly, and a brown-skinned middle-aged man dressed in old clothes and like a medieval nobleman appeared in front of him. In front of him, the summoning of the historical projection was successful once!
The facial features of the historical projection are soft, and there is a small black mole under the right ear.

It was Azik Eggers of the "First Baron Ramud" in the Fifth Epoch!

As soon as he appeared, Klein felt another cold aura begin to contend with the fortune-tellers in history, which effectively relieved his marionette body and allowed his mind to return to normal slowly. Quickly let his vitality begin to decrease.

At this time, Azik Eggers can't be said to be familiar with him, it has nothing to do with him!
And Mr. Ards only has Sequence 2, so I am afraid that he cannot intervene in the historical fog of Zaratul in Sequence [-].

With indifferent eyes and a cold expression, "First Baron Ramud" Azik Eggers, who was dressed as an ancient Loen nobleman, glanced around. His body suddenly swelled and turned into a giant snake covering the sky above the mausoleum.

This giant snake is both illusory and real, and it seems to be composed of things that humans cannot understand. It is covered with huge dark green and black scales, and white feathers grow out of the gaps. Strange symbols of different shapes, even if they are just seen, will make people's flesh and blood rot, turning them into living corpses.

This is the Feathered Serpent God in the myths and legends of the Southern Continent. Pale flames burned in his eye sockets, and a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from behind.

In the whistling wind, the Feathered Serpent entrenched in mid-air leaned forward to its upper body, and opened its mouth to spit out a pale flame that was more than enough to completely cover the entire building of the Secret Order.

...Mr. Azik's historical pore image must be much weaker than the original, but it still has such power...As expected of the son of Death, the consul of the Balam Empire...Although Klein has done summoning experiments at sea, he was in Meige before. The manor also entrusted the opponent to seal the space, but he still didn't expect that the Azik projection that entered the state would be so strong.

At this time, Zaratul, who was hidden in the deepest part of this historical image, did something to make the pale flames that rushed like a tide disappear.

Klein didn't dare to delay, and started to run deeper into history. He was limping, holding the last spell bestowed by the true Creator in his hand.He wants to go deeper into history, escape to the Fourth Epoch, and borrow the power of the true Creator at that time!

Suddenly, he stopped breathing, stretched out his hand and scratched his throat hard, the charm almost slipped from his fingers, and his eyeballs rolled up uncontrollably.

It was as if a hand grabbed his collar from behind, strangled his throat and mouth, intending to hang him up.

Klein's brain went blank for a moment, and he didn't even have time to think. The next moment, a fragment of history approached him, and an arm wrapped in black armor grabbed the man who was about to be marionette in less than two seconds. Klein, the blazing flame suddenly burned to his body!

Zaratul's hand trembled, and he withdrew his hand as if burned by a candle, losing control of Klein's spiritual body thread.

Klein's eyes were straightened, and it took a full second before he gasped like a dying person. The hunters in the mind link seemed to be discussing what to eat at noon, and the Medici standing in the historical fragments Under the inverted cross of a black church, he waved to him.

The Medici in history has sharp eyes and red hair, and has never been humiliated by death or thousands of years of captivity.

With the help of Klein's mystical connection, he temporarily regained consciousness. He moved his muscles and bones twice, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the flowing flames formed a dazzling long sword.Seeing that the situation was not good, Zaratul immediately controlled this piece of history away. They had worked together for hundreds of years in Solomon's First Empire and Second Empire. Even if the King of Angels at that time could only exert [-]% of his strength, It's not that only Sequence Two in history can resist him!

"How to get out?!" Klein yelled at Medici.

"I don't know, I'm not a fortune teller!"

Medici also yelled at him, then drew out his long sword, and stabbed at Zaratul after 2000 years!
Zaratul, the "Master of Miracles" in the historical projection, widened his eyes, and the blazing flame and sword light with the momentum of separating the ocean and sky came to him in an instant!Slashing with a sword, the ancient scholars, masters of miracles throughout history, and the area where the secret order was located were all burned to the ground.

At the same time, Medici's eyes gradually became dull, and the historical projection slowly returned to the inverted cross, praying without saying a word.

The two pieces of history ended their struggle at the same time, and Klein's surroundings were pitch black.

At this moment, streamer-like thin flames rushed out from the dark mist.

Klein turned his head, and saw the dogs of Fulgrim flocking to his side, biting his clothes with their flaming mouths, arching his legs and back, motioning for Klein to follow them.

……

In the real world, Zaratul's expression changed slightly, and he had just told the guest about the first card.

"...Please look at this card. Where the god of death has gone, it is devastated, and it seems that there is no life. However, this card is not so negative, and it hides the meaning of 'restart'. The current progress of your affairs may be It’s not going very smoothly, but there is actually a glimmer of hope.”

The guest who looked like a government employee frowned and said suspiciously:

"I've heard the same thing. Is this the cliché of your fortune tellers? Even if I just lost a pen while I was working, I can still feel that things are not going well."

"Hehe, divination is just a prediction, and the answer is in your heart." Zaratul flipped over the second card while speaking the riddle.

The correct position of the wheel of fortune.

"Ouroreus..." Zaratul whispered in a voice that only he could hear, with a slightly regretful expression on his face. He didn't let the government employees see the change in his expression, and said in a normal tone, even with a hint of envy :

"You're going to get better than you expected."

The government employee didn't speak, but his expression became better. Everyone likes to hear positive things.

Zaratul didn't wait any longer, and turned over the last card.

The right place for the 9 of Cups.

"..." Zaratul fell into silence, his fingers tapped on the table lightly, his tone and expression became a bit heavy, so that the government employee felt that he had drawn a bad card.

"This card represents fulfillment, wish fulfillment."

Zaratul stared intently, stretched out his finger, and tapped on the card: "The person on the card raised his hands high, showing satisfaction, because he achieved what he wanted, the wish he made came true, or the dream came true. To sum up, you have good luck, although there will be difficulties and troubles right now, as long as you get through it, you can get a turning point..."

The government employee was quite satisfied with what he heard, and while paying 5 pence for the remuneration, he still complained a little bit:
"It feels like it's all just cliché."

"Perhaps." Zaratul responded casually.He closed his eyes slightly, and his expression became a little ugly, "He will fulfill his wish... What is his wish... No, it should be said, no matter what it is, will he fulfill it?"

He was silent for a moment. When the next guest sat down, he was still staring at the three cards in front of him and thinking. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to shuffle the cards skillfully, and then took out one of them and placed it behind the 9 of Holy Grails .

The Reversal of the Emperor!

……

"Soon, I seem to be able to interact with the real world again."

Klein, who was surrounded by the dogs of Fulgrim and walked towards a certain direction in the fog of history, was overjoyed, and vaguely felt the spiritual thread of the secret puppet Enyuni.At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from behind him.

It sounded like someone's feet hitting the ground.

The Forgan dogs turned their heads in unison as if in stress, protected Klein behind them, and barked indescribably at Klein's back, while a few of them were using even more force. She arched Klein's waist and legs, as if wanting him to leave quickly.

"I knew that Zaratul couldn't just let me go..."

The extremely oppressive footsteps approached slowly. With every step, Klein could feel his heart being trampled on. Finally, the footsteps stopped about ten meters away—if in the fog of history If there is a clear division of distance.

Klein slowly turned his head. He perfunctorily touched the dogs of Fulgrim around him, grasped the last charm, and was ready to fight.

He decided to summon the historical projection according to the age when this enemy appeared, and the high-sequences of the same era must be more familiar with each other!
If it wasn't for Medici's death at the end of the fourth era, Klein would have used Medici's historical projection as a panacea just like Mr. Azik, based on the relationship between the two of them...

Klein comforted the Forgan dogs around him, and slowly turned his head.

Then he froze in place, his eyes widened slightly, and his brows suddenly frowned.

He has seen this historical projection, he has seen His face countless times in history textbooks, on portraits in museums, and in the "card of blasphemy", and he has also heard about His rumors countless times;

That is his fellow countryman, his predecessor, one of the only people in the world from the past;

His diary helped him quickly grasp the information of this world, and guided him on the road of a fortune-teller by accident;

He has also been to the Southern Continent, and also to Intis, and has seen the prosperity left behind by Him, as well as the devastation under the iron hoof.

There have been mixed reviews of him in history, but it is undeniable that he was a symbol of the times 200 years ago, one of the top existences who turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain.

"It's a way of meeting that I never thought of..."

Klein took a deep breath, clenched the spell in his hand, and felt powerless for a moment, not knowing who to use against him.

The figure standing behind him has long chestnut curly hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome face, and two beautiful beards, wearing a dark red cloak embroidered with gold thread, luxurious ermine skins trailed behind him.

Zaratul summoned the former emperor of Intis.

Russell Gustav.

……

At the moment when the historical projection of the "Emperor of Knowledge" Russell Gustav appeared, in the distant spiritual world, at the bottom of the underworld, the giant feathered serpent curled up and sleeping on the bank of the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to be electrocuted. He opened his eyes.

The face with almost no human features suddenly showed extremely rich emotional changes, the Feathered Serpent spread its wings covering the sky and the sun, and its pale eyes were constantly looking for directions in the void.

Immediately afterwards, His body shrunk rapidly, and in the brief moment of Death God's stupefaction, the huge Feathered Serpent turned into a human form. When the queen with beautiful but sharp features appeared in her eyes that were burned to white The emotions of Sia Palenque Eggers.

"Rosell!"

"Rosell Gustav!"

Her obsession screamed, and the flames of anger burned blazingly in her heart.

"I saw him, I saw you...!"

"Where are you? Where are you!"

TBC
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George III: I'll go, I'm so excited before the ceremony?