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

Chapter 408
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The entire island has turned into a red world. The distorted life and vegetation on the island are growing wildly, and new individuals are splitting from their own bodies. This hidden island has rapidly become prosperous at an unimaginable speed.

The island shook violently, and the red light was about to spread out, but it suddenly stopped following Roselle's disappearance.

But the shadows did not gather again.

There was no rebirth, no death, no second and further births, and the world fell silent extremely abruptly.

The moonlight melted into every corner of the mausoleum like water, and it slowly filled every gap and every corner, like an invisible big hand rummaging through the mausoleum, as if looking for someone who was still here just now. Russell Gustav's hangout.

rustling.

In the deep pit not far away, Edward, who was smashed into the ground by the shadow giant, climbed out again with difficulty.

"This is your choice?" Edward was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

Roselle has many futures, but the one that doesn't have a successful resurrection. "Rosell was so angry that he exploded on the spot and tried to make the fallen goddess pollute himself" is a possibility in the future, "Rosell hates the fallen goddess so he would rather commit suicide than become a follower of the goddess" is also a possibility, and two possibilities The branch of the story is whether Roselle hates the Mother God more, or hates himself more.

Edward himself was curious about this.

From the current point of view, after being polluted by the Mother Goddess for more than 200 years, and suffering the mental torture from her own daughter, Roselle now hates the Fallen Goddess a little more.

He couldn't kill himself and he didn't want to join the Mother God, so in the end, there was only this option left.

The demon was in good condition. After all, Roselle Gustav's two consecutive attacks that seemed to vent his anger couldn't possibly cause him much damage (hp-1). He was about to die, and he struggled with anger and pollution for a long time without relief.It wasn't easy for Roselle to live for such a long time, and a dying person had a kind face. For the sake of being friends, Edward was willing to make himself look like he had been hit hard twice to comfort him.

These two eruptions still made him feel nostalgic.

Although it is not his memory, in the previous version of "Edward Vaughan" records, Roselle is also an angel that Roselle knew, and Roselle would show Zaratul a respectful look, but he would treat him with respect. Most of the time, he is very casual, and even dares to ridicule himself for being old-fashioned.

Before becoming a demigod, Roselle tried his best to make himself behave in front of Zaratul, from etiquette to speaking, unwilling to offend this mysterious fortune-teller, and even rarely mentioned the other party in his diary. matter.

But then he was teasing Edward about the old man's messy beard, his annoying laugh, and his riddles all day long.

"If fortune tellers are all like this, I will beat one after another when I see them!"

Roselle once said so swearingly.

In addition, Roselle would ask some irrelevant things, such as whether his character was liked by no one in the Fourth Epoch, what he planned to write in his next masterpiece, and where his next idea and invention came from. Where, talk about the TV series and games before the time-traveling, curious about some British rural customs, and finally the topic returns to which lady, lady, or even husband and young master fell in love with the now handsome self.

The status of a fellow countryman greatly lowered the threshold for Roselle to communicate with each other. Even though the old version of Edward Vaughan was not good at dialogue and didn't have much ability to perceive words and emotions, Roselle could still speak to him for a long time.

He probably didn't want any response, but just wanted to say something.

After all, apart from myself, no one could understand these things at that time.

Becoming a mythical creature, the status of the two is getting closer, and there are more and more things to talk about, but there are fewer and fewer things about the old era.

After Roselle Gustav was not so fragile, the small troubles of Beyonder abilities gradually increased.

Edward remembered that the old version used to have many interactions with Gustav’s family. For example, in the winter of Intis, a war would often start with Roselle pouring snow into his collar first, and he and Roselle would have a myth The friendly exchange of creatures scared Bernadette to call Matilda or Adela to mediate the end.

Of course, if Adele comes first, it is very likely that the battle will be expanded, and the child and Matilda will also become Snowball Warriors.

The little Bernadette Gustav in memory gradually overlapped with the Bernadette standing under the moonlight now.

The past cannot be chased... and there is nothing to chase.Edward first looked up at the sky, then hid in the shadow of the stone tablet fragments that the moonlight could not reach temporarily, and asked Bernadette not far away:

"Don't you love your father very much?"

"Why did you help him commit suicide?"

Wearing a red light, Bernadette who was praying opened her eyes: "I... I don't know."

"I also hope that He can return to his mother's side, back to his mother's side, but... He is right, why..."

A trace of confusion appeared in Bernadette's eyes, and those eyes that seemed to contain the entire sea seemed to turn dark red at this moment, with sadness and confusion surging in them:

"Why... father's mother, and mother... are alone?"

When she said these words, there was an obvious "distortion" force on her body.

Edward froze for a moment, and said a little funnyly: "You are polluted by Roselle. For you, all matrilineal ancestors should be one person. He distorted your concept and made you realize Something is wrong."

"But why did you help him commit suicide?"

He persevered in asking this question:
"If you help him return, you can be together forever, but if he gave up his life, you will never see him again, Bernadette."

"Never see him again..."

Bernadette's expression suddenly fell, and she said in a somewhat erratic tone: "It doesn't matter, I've been used to it for a long time."

"He—always like this, always going out of his way to do something and then disappear from our world to do something that none of us can understand...Papa said he didn't want to go back to his mother, his mother Not grandma, not mom, I don't know what He's talking about, you know?"

"I know," Edward said, "I won't tell you."

While speaking, the island suddenly trembled violently.

The ground and the forest in the distance made a sound like collapsing, and the roar of monsters could be heard endlessly.

After losing the pollution carrier of "the resurrected Black Emperor", the red moonlight also lost the medium of transmission.

The moonlight on the island began to dim little by little, and the negative power in the surrounding air was disappearing at an extremely fast speed. The mutated plants returned to their original appearance, while the beasts wailed and gradually lost their lives. The fallen mother goddess was losing her love for the island. Realistic influence!
Edward shook his head. He could hear the angry and sad scream of the fallen goddess, which made his brain buzz.

But no matter how unwilling the Fallen Mother Goddess was, she had to retreat farther away. The impact of the blood moon on the world was minimized, and the cloud filled with lightning and thunder quickly filled the gap, covering the moonlight by an inch. Cover it up inch by inch.

Bernadette was also crying, and she didn't know whether it was blood with spirituality or tears that flowed from her eyes.

When the moonlight weakened to only a layer of red tulle, which looked almost indistinguishable from the outside world, he stood up from the shadow of the stones, stared at the collapsed mausoleum in the open space in the distance for a while, Then he raised his hand, aligned his palm, and grabbed it.

In an instant, the entire mausoleum disappeared, and a funnel-shaped deep pit appeared on the ground. The inside was dark and hundreds of meters deep.

After the loss of this mausoleum, waves appeared in the sea along the coast, and the island began to slowly disintegrate.

Edward jumped to a high place, suspended in the air, and watched the creatures in the jungle finally gain the power of death. They quickly decayed into bones in the frantic running and biting, and piled up in a mess.The mausoleum protected by the power of the Black Emperor lost its protection and gradually collapsed in all directions. The forest and plain sank into the bottom of the water in small pieces, like large pieces of soil scattered in the water.

Bernadette stood there, melting in the last ray of moonlight not covered by the cloud.

The entire island sank completely into the bottom of the sea, as if it had been swallowed up, and no ripples disappeared.

He magically took out a bottle from his pocket, which contained the preserved collapsed mausoleum and half of the plain.

"Goodbye," he said.

……

George Augustus raised his eyelids and looked to his side.

The eyes of Russell Gustav, who was originally dull, became active, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Do you have a last word to say?" He asked succinctly.

"When I became the Dark Emperor, Solomon was waiting for me here, standing in my place." Roselle raised his eyebrows, showing no sign of near-death despair. He pointed at George Augustus , "And I was standing in your position at that time."

"Then you should thank me, kindly, I gave you a chance to say your last words after death." The latter looked impatient.

Russell laughed:
"Whatever you say, heh, I originally had a naive idea, planning to leave here with the people and my children after becoming a god, to find another way of life in the universe, and to establish my own Russell Gus Taft's interstellar civilization, doesn't it sound very handsome?"

George Augustus was about to roll his eyes: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is that I originally planned to run away, intend to transcend human beings, and then abandon this boring world happily, but you foreign gods reminded me that I am human again."

"Heh, if you go out, you have to face endless gathering and hunting. One day I will be invaded by the old will, and one day my people will be killed and injured in the long escape. At that time , Do I still care if I am Russell Gustav or Huang Tao? Of course it is impossible. Now my country is gone, my daughter is gone, and you have nothing to take away from me , I really hate you all—in short, I have nothing in the end, and my legacy is the entire earth, and those people on earth who still remember me.”

"..."

"What I'm going to say is—"

Russell cleared his throat, pretended to say his last words seriously, and read aloud:

"Praise be to you! Great fallen goddess, unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual power!"

Snapped!George slapped away Russell Gustav's spiritual imprint, and tore off the corner of the mouth that still held a mocking smile.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt the sky darken.

It was as if a holy and bright red moon suddenly rose, and a pair of eyes looked at him, with a bit of sorrow, anger and love.

"(Loenian profanity)!"

……

In the spirit world, Klein sighed dejectedly when he realized that the ritual had completely failed to prevent him, so he had to turn his attention back to his own situation and began to think about whether to leave now.

And Azik Eggers, who was summoned as a historical projection, was concentrated together in the continuous divine punishment just now, and was wiped out in the thunder light. His consciousness returned to the Balam Empire with the uneasiness and fear that seemed to hit the soul directly. in your own body.

At this moment, everything has been settled, and there is no chance to do it again.Taking advantage of the impact of the continuous destruction of the mausoleum, Richard and Klein hid in the depths of the spirit world, preparing to appear in another place, and then find a hidden place to land after throwing off the occult connection.

Suddenly, Richard stopped abruptly, and the spiritual world in front of him suddenly filled with gray mist, blurring everything around him.

"The fog of history!" Klein recognized the real body of the fog at a glance, and said vigilantly, "Zaratul?!"

There is no reason for Zaratul to join the battlefield at this time. The "God" around him has almost no consumption. It is meaningless for him to come at this time, and fighting a battle is just a waste of effort.

Even, Klein still has the opportunity to cooperate with Richard to bring in the "Angel of War" and wait for the opportunity to keep Zaratul here!

Richard also didn't understand the reason for Zaratul's appearance. He looked at the surrounding fog probingly. A vortex suddenly appeared in the gray-white fog in Klein's field of vision. It was composed of countless transparent worms, extending out in all directions Transparent and slippery tentacles.

A hooded old man with a gray beard appeared surrounded by tentacles.

"I didn't come to fight you."

Zaratul spoke as soon as he appeared, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Klein: "There is a great being looking for you."

"Me?" Klein was stunned, pointed to himself, and asked, "Which great existence?"

The bearded old man smiled slightly: "Who else in Ruen can be considered great?"

Zaratul answered the question with a question, but the answer appeared in Klein's heart in an instant.

God of Thunder?

He directly wrote his disdain for Zaratul on his face, actually telling such a lie!He has no friendship with the God of Thunder - the Evernight Goddess is almost the same! ——Because of the matter of the real creator, a wanted warrant for "Mr. X" was placed in the Church of the God of Thunder.Now that the God of Thunder is looking for him for something, Klein can be said to not believe it at all, and even wonders if the white-bearded old man in front of him is lying again.

Zaratul understood His expression and coughed:
"it is true."

Then he looked at Richard, as if he was thinking about whether he was qualified to let this angel leave.After they looked at each other for a while, Zaratul turned his head back and looked at Klein again:
"If you don't believe it, you can go to Origin Castle and recite His name. In this way, you are absolutely safe?"

Richard asked curiously: "What is Origin Castle?"

Zaratul coughed and passed vaguely.

As soon as he said this, Klein believed two points—Origin Castle’s personality is much higher than that of a true god, and the God of Thunder couldn’t kill him on Origin Castle, so he couldn’t help but frowned: "Then this The great existence is looking for me, what is the matter?"

The God of Thunder has obtained "wisdom", plus he participated in Intis' battle before, and was discovered by Zaratul. Zaratul obviously cooperated with the God of Thunder and King George III...that is to say The God of Thunder has already known his identity and the fact that he owns Origin Castle!Klein felt as if his scalp was about to explode, as if he had imagined the indifferent gaze of the God of Thunder. At some point, a bolt of lightning would strike and split him into charcoal. Sefirah Castle fell into the hands of others, causing a bloodbath!
"this--"

Zaratul looked at Richard again, seeing that the other party had no intention of avoiding it at all, so he had to say meaningfully:
"He asked us if we have the power to 'change reality'."

"A miracle?" Klein immediately thought of this.

"No, it's more powerful than a miracle. It can be said to be a change in history, time, and even destiny."

Zaratul said with a smile, and at the same time modified the key words, concealing some key information: "The current George III has been occupied by the spiritual imprint of Extraordinary characteristics, and that great existence gave us this opportunity, let us To try to 'deceive the world, change history', let history become 'George III was never occupied by doves' nest', and the spiritual imprint is still just a spiritual imprint."

...change history?Changing history conceptually?How can history be changed, and it's not a miracle... This sounds like an impossible thing, even if I were asked to do it, there is nothing I can do?Klein shook his head bluntly:
"I can not do it."

"Isn't it possible to do it even with Origin Castle?"

Klein became vigilant: "It can't be done."

"Then—alright." Zaratul retreated into the fog of history, with some regrets, "I will try to find another way."

"Cheating the world... It sounds like what a thief should do, not a fortuneteller." Klein stared at the slowly disappearing fog of history, watched the bits and pieces of history gradually disappear, and figured out what Zaratul said, " How to do such a thing?"

"He seems to really want to accomplish this. Besides being able to show his face in front of the God of Thunder, is there any other benefit?"

He couldn't help talking to himself in his heart and became suspicious.

TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)