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

Chapter 404 The Supreme Black Emperor Visits His Loyal Backlund!

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A weird and weird scene happened.

There is only one "Dark Emperor" ritual to become a god, and three sequences have been collected. There is only one person who is holding the uniqueness, but at the same time, there are two "Black Emperors" who are being promoted, and two "George O. Gustus III"!
One is being crowned, unquestionably the Emperor.

And the other one is undergoing the ceremony of becoming a god, and there is no doubt that it is also the Black Emperor!
……

The scene of the king snatching the crown and coronating himself made the crowd of onlookers collectively be at a loss.

In everyone's mind, the divine right of kings is inevitable, just as the existence of God itself symbolizes authority.The ruler of any country must reach a tacit agreement with the church to succeed, and the church will also choose the subordinate ruler it needs. This is a deeply rooted concept.

There was a small commotion among the crowd, and the worshipers of the Thunder God expressed disapproval of the king's behavior in disbelief.

How could a mortal emperor be qualified to crown himself!How can secular imperial power override divine power? !

"Medic" standing among the crowd also frowned strangely, subconsciously rubbed his chin with his fingers:
"...This George III has been hiding himself?"

"He thinks that he is as supreme as the emperor and the true god, and he can't hold back in the ceremony of becoming a god. If he bows his head to the big octopus and waits for the crown, it means that he, the 'emperor', is ranked behind the gods, so he will snatch the crown. ?”

"But he has endured it for so long. The requirement for the ritual of becoming a god is to take potions in the mausoleum. What's the point of him letting this fake clone snatch the crown? Is it just to show his tough side to the people?"

"This behavior is meaningless at all! Instead, it will anger the tyrant..."

The abnormal and incomprehensible scene made Medici who was far away in Trier frown slightly. He narrowed his eyes, projected more power from the soul link, and raised his head resolutely among the bowed people without leaving a trace Carefully observe the phantom on the high platform.

The war angel frowned.

"Not a phantom...?"

In the eyes of the war angels, the high platform is not a phantom or a fantasy creation as Klein said, but a collection of authority, a center of gravity where shadows gather, and a truly distorted singularity!
In other words, it was the real George Augustus III!

How could this be a phantom?No one in this world can create a phantom that can accommodate the authority of a true god!

"This is the real George III? No, he should still be completing the ceremony of becoming a god! The people have not heard the declaration of the emperor's return, the declaration of becoming a god has not appeared on a global scale, and the symbol of the astral world is also—"

Medici looked up.

"The symbol of the star realm has not fully risen either! His ascension ceremony is not over yet. When did he get it back?"

Angel, who is experienced in war, sensed something was wrong. He was keenly aware that something beyond imagination was happening—Medic didn't think that Klein had lied to him, and this conjecture didn't even live in the mind of War Angel. In two seconds.Because Klein lied to him, it would only make him misjudge the situation and put himself in danger, and the "ancient scholar" holding Sefirah Castle could not be deceived!

He who is connected with the source quality only needs a divination to know whether it is true or not!

"That is to say, before that kid left, the people on the high platform were all phantoms...but now... it has come true?"

Medici suddenly felt a crisis in his heart, put down his crossed legs, stood up suddenly, and said to the air:

"Heroic spirits who linger, eyes staring at fate, servants of the true Creator!"

"Big snake! Big snake!"

Medici smacked his lips and said directly: "The plan has changed! Give that kid a little luck, and give me a little more!"

Before Ulorius responded, Medici raised his leg and kicked another figure who was sitting next to him looking at the ledger, but the latter swiftly avoided him: "It's time to notify that brat, the Death Consul! Come out quickly!" Help! Something is wrong!"

"His Excellency the Death Consul said that his students will summon his historical projection, so it may be the religious leaders who came to help."

After finishing his accounts, Richard turned the few tons of flour and wheat seeds he had just bought into a very dense small package, then reached out and scratched in the spirit world, and caught a friendly creature that was unlucky and could be driven. Entrust it to take this package to the Southern Continent and hand it over to the Bound God or Balanka.

Then he put away the book and smiled heartily at Medici:
"I'm not good at strategic planning. You can point me in any direction. Where should I go?"

Medici laughed: "Not good at strategic planning? 100 years ago, the popular support rate was 80.00%. Who was the leader of the temperance faction who had to bow his head when the United Spiritual Sect fought in the Southern Continent and was finally besieged by the Northern Continent? Could it be someone with the same name and surname as you?"

"I'm just good at assassination. To fight with the Northern Continent, you have to be the Spiritual Sect at that time." Richard waved his hand, "I'm not a big shot, but I'm still a little popular in the small place of the Southern Continent."

"The demon of knowledge doesn't care about this matter, no one on our side can stop the big octopus."

Medici stretched his muscles and said, "Don't worry, I will make good use of every combat power of yours."

……

"Oh, this crown is not bad, but it is far inferior to my own."

"Speaking of which, the only thing that guy has is the crown. Although he doesn't have the land and subjects, it's really unpleasant..."

Phantom muttered in a voice only he could hear.

He is constantly plundering the power of the real King George III who is accommodating the uniqueness in the mausoleum through mystical connections, distorting the difference between the two of them, sharing and taking back the authority that belongs to him.

Endless shadows are gathering towards where he is, and the emperor is coming to this world.

And the one in the mausoleum became a phantom, a substitute—or, to him, George III was like a not-so-exquisite gift, a container containing what he wanted, like a well-made glass jar.

Due to the limited talents of the bottle itself, it needs to be decorated with identity and bloodline to make it look not so bad.

But he is kind and equal, and he will not dislike George Augustus just because his appearance is not good enough.

After all, a container is a container, and it only needs to be filled with what He should have, protected, brought to Him, and then broken.

Although he snatched the crown from Pope Gad II to crown himself, the "Wishing Lamp" doesn't think that he is invincible in the world, he just can't bear such behavior at all-the majestic Black Emperor actually needs Let another god make promises and approval, let a mere angel crown Him, such a humiliating and joke-like situation actually exists in reality!
He never thought that this George Augustus would feel honored and proud!
George III could bear it, but he would not accept it.

However, after finishing this matter, His Majesty the Emperor still needs to make false claims with the natives on the earth for a short period of time, until the uniqueness of the "Judger" pathway and the three sequences are all attracted to him and reveal his real body , He doesn't have to bear it any longer.

That's right, before he successfully confuses George III, William Augustus, the "judge" sequence one of the Augustus family, was already dead!

And George III kept this sequence properly, and once the ceremony was over, he would go to war against Feysac and snatch 0-02—the "Trensost Yellow" created by the unique activation of the "Judger" pathway. Bronze Book", becoming a dual-path true god, and officially ranked among the first echelons in the barrier!

Hehe, Trunsost... What a nostalgic name.

"Is the 'Empire of Ghosts' still floating in the sea? Haha, that guy is really cautious. After finding out something is wrong, he would rather take me to the grave with him than put this level 0 sealed item on the 'Empire of Ghosts' to leave it to others." Later generations...hehe, the miracle did not happen in the end."

The phantom's body gradually condensed and became like a real entity.

And the surrounding world seemed to be getting darker by the minute, the figure of the emperor gradually sank into the shadows, and even the space and light were distorted.

If Trunsost was bewitched by me and handed over the "Magic Lamp of Wishing" to the fleeing descendants, then I would definitely do my best to ensure that they boarded the "Empire of Ghosts", and then take advantage of the situation to plan for the Sequence One on board, It's a pity that He was not fooled, and became crazy again. After being polluted by the "disordered country", he no longer believed my words... I was indeed too hasty and wasted time. Fortunately, it is not too late...

Thinking of this, he squeezed out a gift-like smile to the Pope, whose face was as gloomy as the sky, and said reluctantly:
"Greetings, sorry, I was a little too excited just now."

"This is definitely not... a dissatisfaction with you and the Church of the God of Thunder. Please believe that I will still fulfill the agreement and stay by my side."

"Oh, yes, Russell Gustav did the same thing back then, crowning himself in the White Maple Palace in Trier, I impulsively imitated it under the influence of Extraordinary characteristics, once again I feel very sorry, I hope you don't get me wrong."

He almost laughed.

Gad II's complexion became a little bit better, but only a little bit.

The long career of the lamp god has taught him to shrink his head strategically. He thinks that it is just a tactic to delay the attack, which does not mean that he is really afraid.

"Now that the coronation is complete, let's proceed to the next stage of our ceremony."

There was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth and he announced, with unquestionable authority in his words, and the eyes that became pure black in the depths made everyone bow their heads towards him, not daring to look directly at the emperor's honor.

The band playing on the back terrace looked at each other. They were frightened by the scene of the king snatching the crown, and almost stopped the scheduled performance. However, an unattractive man hidden in the crowd quietly comforted them and moved their Fear and bewilderment turned into mild unease as the coronation soundtrack continued.

"King, no, His Majesty's behavior pattern is a little different from the past..." The hidden "spectator" path angel carefully observed his side face, and thought in his heart with uncertainty, "It's because of rituals and successes." Did God make a difference?"

The scheduled 15-minute coronation ceremony ended unexpectedly.

After finishing speaking, he did not look at Gad II, but suddenly turned around and strode towards the high platform.

George III was still dying, trying to fight his erosion, and the rite of apotheosis was strangely prolonged.Therefore, he still needs to do something to further stabilize the public's recognition of his identity, and completely seize everything that George III has.

Gad II was so angry that his beard trembled slightly: "Lord...!"

The Pope of the Evernight Church looked left and right, not bothering to figure out the emotions between the Pope and the Emperor of the Friendly Church, and led everyone to hide behind.

Scarlet cloaks and costly white ermine furs stirred a breeze over the spotless marble table, and the people had finished their prayers and looked up at their ruler, awaiting the words of the newly crowned emperor.

In everyone's heart, the sense of belonging to the Loen Empire was unprecedentedly strong. Even the civilians, laborers, and homeless people who did not come to give speeches and watch the ceremony, all felt awe of His Majesty Emperor George Augustus III in their hearts at this moment. !

The emperor's sharp eyes scanned the crowd below, savoring the devotion of the ants, and then sighed deeply and long.

"--I am very depressed."

His words quieted the excited crowd in their doubts.

"As you can see, our vicious neighbors in the north have invaded our country openly. They have torn up the hard-won peace with despicable reasons, and let the fire of war burn to the Amanda Mountains and burn to our city-state. devour our people."

The god with the appearance of George III lowered his eyes and said slowly in a chanting tone:

"At the border between countries, the cruel war is deadlocked. Fusac's sharp knife has attacked our country seven times and won three times. These three times have displaced countless people and killed countless lives in our country. The blood of the people soaks the land—they are ravaging the country blessed by the gods, destroying the church of our god, kidnapping the pious and kind people, insulting the chaste women, and greedily drinking the blood of innocent children."

"Everywhere I look, there is pain, sorrow and poverty."

"With the economic downturn caused by the war, unemployment followed, mothers cried with their hungry children, and birds could not find grains of wheat from the fields."

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and exhaled lightly. The voice was also very soft, but it reached everyone's ears:

"I've seen enough of this suffering."

He held his head up, his black eyes swept over everyone, and whispered:

"Is this our destiny?"

No, of course not!This answer suddenly appeared in everyone's heart.

Even Audrey, who was standing in the aristocratic area, couldn't help clenching her fists, trembling slightly with excitement, and then she quickly reacted - she was affected by this extremely clever incitement, if she hadn't become a The experienced psychiatrist may have become a member of the public by now, and his emotions have been mobilized by him!

"Could it be that we have some original sin?"

As Audrey thought about it, she suddenly heard King George III on the high platform ask again.

The surrounding emotional feedback became more rapid, and even his father and mother couldn't help but clenched their fists slightly.Audrey turned her head to look, and saw that her elder brother Hibbert had tensed up, as if his fighting spirit and self-esteem had been aroused by the king's speech, and he muttered to himself that he did not want to flee to Intis!

This, this is—

She looked around frequently, but no one scolded her for being disrespectful, because no one looked at her at all.

All eyes were on the emperor, everyone was waiting for the emperor's speech, and everyone was longing for something.

For the first time, Audrey felt how small she was among the crowd.

"Are we going to be content with the status quo, be complacent about the temporary retreat of Feysac's enemies, and lick our wounds like trapped animals?"

After a period of unspeakable silence, before the sadness in everyone's hearts was aroused again, His voice suddenly increased:
"No! That should never be the case!"

"Everyone, this is the time for you and me to fight back!"

"If you remain indifferent, pure and innocent compatriots will sacrifice more in future wars, so I want to encourage you, and I beseech you - not for God, but I personally encourage you, my subjects, my messengers In the name of the emperor, I will urge all those who have the rank of knighthood, and even all knights, soldiers, rich and poor, to quickly help our army."

He waved his fist, opened his arms, and made an action to embrace everyone and embrace the world:

"My pious, good, and loyal subjects! Let us engage in a holy war--to put an end to all crimes and imposed sufferings, and to ascend the journey of self-improvement, from that evil country Take back the victory that belongs to us!"

"Drive the vicious enemy out of our territory, let them remember! Declare our strength, declare our justice!"

"This is the declaration of the emperor, and it is also the will of God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the audience shouted emotionally:
"Praise His Majesty the Emperor!!!"

"May our empire be eternally great!!"

"Those Feysacs must be made to pay the corresponding price..."

……

There was a smile on the corner of His mouth, the emperor stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly, and the shouts of the people gradually subsided, waiting for the next step.

"Subjects, I know that until today, until now, you still have uneasiness about the future and doubts about whether you can win."

He turned his body, facing the direction of the destroyed Queens District and part of the palace, and raised his arms:

"Look, the ruins brought about by that disaster have destroyed our city, destroyed our cultural relics and ancient buildings, trampled on our history, and left us with indelible scars."

"And a miracle is about to happen, and everything will be back to normal."

"Subjects, close your eyes and pray devoutly. Pray to George Augustus III, who is about to perform miracles!"

These words carried magic power, and the crowd gradually quieted down. At this moment, countless people clasped their hands tightly, closed their eyes and prayed with endless expectations.

He slowly smiled, as if he had seen himself fulfill countless wishes in an instant.

And these wishes are all "to return to the original"!
……

"This is definitely not the original George III! No one can tell who is an idiot!" After hearing this speech, Medici almost jumped up, "If George III had such eloquence, he would have persuaded those gods to support him Now, there is no need to sneak up on the citizens!"

"Where is the god of death? Is he really dead? Why don't you do it? Are you going to defeat this fake George III by playing a resurgence match?"

Richard observed the situation in the distance:
"The situation is not good, does War Angel have any ideas?"

Medici smacked his lips and said, "The real George III is probably going to die. Let Death give him a little help so that the fake one won't finish the ceremony so soon, even though it's over [-]% done."

"You—I'm afraid there is a big problem at the mausoleum, and it's even more impossible to expect you to assassinate the one on the high platform. Go and do a favor and fish Klein out so that he doesn't die. I'll take care of the rest, I have an idea, but I don’t know if it can be implemented smoothly.”

Richard nodded: "No problem."

After all, he entered the spirit world without any hesitation and left here.

Medici looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, and hissed:
"I really didn't expect, maybe, the big octopus will become our most powerful helper in this operation..."

……

Near the "No. 1 Ruins" on the outskirts of Backlund, a figure lifted its invisibility and appeared.

She has shiny black hair, a slightly round face, a pretty face, a little sweet, and an outstanding temperament. She is the witch Triss.

After Triss approached "Relic No. 1", she also took out a metal vial, and used the blood inside to draw the symbol provided by Mr. "Gate".

An illusory door quickly took shape.

"The mysterious symbols provided by Gehrman Sparrow really have the effect of opening doors..."

Without hesitation, she quickly passed through the illusory gate.

There is a powerful and extraordinary force in the mausoleum that cannot be ignored, and her body twists slightly uncontrollably.Triss resisted these distortions in anticipation, and walked towards the center of gravity of the distortion while guarding against possible blockers.

Soon, she felt something and looked down.

Trissy's eyes suddenly widened, and then they closed suddenly.

Her body trembled involuntarily, trembling from fear, trembling from being too close to the soon-to-be-god Black Emperor—the ground under her feet suddenly disappeared here, and the masonry and stairways were all twisted into a spiral shape, and the steps were distributed On the walls, on the ceiling, high and low, they intersect with each other, forming a picture like a grotesque dream.

And at the deepest point that these steps cannot reach, a group of terrifying shadows are wriggling, stretching out tiny tentacles, and constantly eroding upwards.

"help me--"

"help me--"

"Dedicated to me—"

"I am your emperor!!"

There was no one in the mausoleum, and the shadow in the depths let out a terrifying and angry roar, and the huge air wave knocked Triss into the air.

"Heh, heh, haha...hahaha!"

Triss sat down on the ground, and after a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, trembling, and suddenly laughed out loud in fear.

"What emperor, hahaha, what sacrifice...Edesak, you should really take a good look...you were killed by something..."

"The father you respect is such a thing!!!"

……

In Ahova County, near the secret mausoleum, Klein, who arrived here in a secret state, did not alarm anyone.

Although time was running out, he still didn't approach the mausoleum recklessly and draw a sign to open the door. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air in front of him.

After five consecutive blows, Klein's arm muscles suddenly tensed, as if he was pulling something extremely heavy.

As he retracted his right hand, a figure was quickly outlined.

Azik Eggers quickly appeared beside him. This was not the first time that the two had cooperated. After nodding each other, they approached the gate of the mausoleum tacitly.

On the way, Klein reached out his hand again and grabbed into the void.

This time, he didn't seem to be holding back on anything, but he had actually summoned the self who was ten seconds ago, the self who was in a hidden state!

Then, Klein threw a metal vial to his own projection, and let the main body enter the historical pore in the gray mist.

In his body in the past, the consciousness suddenly came alive and became extremely agile.

Azket looked at Klein's movements twice, and nodded approvingly.

Seeing that Klein finished the pre-preparation, Azik immediately opened his arms, and his body suddenly swelled and expanded into a huge feathered snake. Just like in the historical projection, he spit out white flames that almost completely covered the black mausoleum in front of him!
At the same time, Klein felt that the surrounding spirit world seemed to give him some protection and concealment. The breath of the underworld quietly enveloped him, further helping him hide his real body, and he could withdraw at any time under the connection with mysticism. Into the underworld.

At this time, a little bit of dark light flew out from the inside of the mausoleum, making it impossible for the pale flames surging like a tide to move forward.

They then formed a figure, which was Drink Augustus of Sequence 2 "Balancer".

As soon as he saw him, Klein, who was in a hidden state, suddenly became dull and stiff, and could only act according to instinct, because Klein's body had returned from the historical pore, outside the secret mausoleum.

Then, Klein teleported directly to the outside of a secret mausoleum in the lower reaches of the Tussoke River, took out another metal vial, and used his spirituality to draw the blood in it to fly out in a hidden state, to outline the symbol,
Within a few seconds, the symbol resonated and turned into a door. Klein walked in with his secret puppets, Qonas and Eniyuni.

Of course, in the rivers and forests outside, he still has the newly transformed Secret Puppet hiding.

But at this moment, Medici's words suddenly sounded in his ears:

"There is a problem with the ascension ceremony! There is a problem with George III outside!"

"There may have been changes in the mausoleum. I sent someone to help you. Don't die so soon!"

And the moment he heard these words, Klein happened to take his secret puppets Qonas and Eniyuni through the illusory gate.

Before he had time to think about the meaning of the sentence passed by Medici, the "War Red"'s spiritual link was suddenly cut off, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
The dark church with a steeple stands in front of it, and the wide door opens, revealing a man wearing overalls, a gentleman wearing a top hat, a girl with ruffles on her cuffs, and a lady with lace forming flowers on her skirt...

They were all suspended in mid-air, motionless.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

Black crows hovered over the steeple of the church, making heart-throbbing cries.

Without any other guesses, Klein seemed to have fallen into the crack of a frozen lake, his whole body was cold, and his hairs stood up.

Countless thoughts surged up in his heart, and he yelled out a name together:
Zaratul!
TBC
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The door opening symbol is of course obtained by contacting the door. This article does not go into details, after all, the lamp god has been running for a long time.

　I encountered a special thing today. Preliminary summary [-]: I have participated in many charity crowdfunding activities, funded poor students and offline serious illnesses. Preliminary summary [-]: I will do what I can, not blindly.

　　What happened today? A seriously ill aunt I sponsored was going to have surgery to save her life, but this time she really ran out of money.This kind of disease cannot be cured, and surgery can only prolong life. I said, Auntie, wait for me for a month or two, and I can share the money to do the surgery for you. Auntie refused. Auntie said to keep the money for herself and her family, and agreed. You will live well for me in the future.

　　Fuck, things on the Internet are farts, ten thousand slanderous rumors can't compare to the pain of this sentence... Fuck...

　　
　
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