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

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"Set a small goal first."

"To further activate the City of Disaster, it is best to induce it to come into contact with the River of Eternal Darkness. Although the end of the universe has not yet arrived, when they meet now, they either cannot fuse, or fuse but repel each other and finally separate, or they become a pseudo-fourth pillar, forcibly Accelerating the demise of the universe.”

Of course, the sefirot will not be as crazy as the original God of Death. The sefirot will only conflict with each other to a certain extent.

To put it more bluntly, it is like two experimental reagents with conflicting properties. When there are only small amounts of each, only a small amount of rejection will occur (just like the god of death who only goes crazy on his own), but if both sides continue to increase the amount of input, , a qualitative change of mutual exclusion will occur, and finally explode.

"After all, we should call them 'them', right? They are compatriots after all, and they should all have their own ideas. Of course, it would be better if they didn't... At present, it seems that the River of Eternal Darkness has no reaction, but the City of Disaster The level of activation is already very high.”

"But that's not my purpose. What I want is for them to react together on the seal side, quickly weakening the barrier with a position close to the fourth pillar..."

Everyone should be happy to see the barrier weakened, but everyone has their own ideas on how to weaken it.

The Demon of Knowledge has already absorbed the greatest benefits, so he hopes to wait for the end of the world normally, or let Klein or Bethel help him before the end is approaching.During this process, while He was rebuilding the community of believers and selecting geniuses, He even had the energy to take the two people with whom He had established a good relationship to challenge the God of Thunder, and planned to tear at least a piece of flesh from the opponent's body. Come.

Source Castle does not need to express its stance on the barrier. God's attitude seems to be unclear. He is secretly competing with Source Castle. The end of the world and the barrier are nothing to Him and are not worth caring about.

The idea of ​​his own half should be similar to that of the Demon of Knowledge.

As for the God of Thunder, he doesn't seem to want to come into contact with the sefirah, because anyone can see that he looks as if God has opened an eye in his body even if he doesn't come into contact with it. Become the incarnation of God.

Since everyone wanted to let it be or ignore it, Edward had to seize this opportunity to stuff something into it.

"The Demon of Knowledge, what has been given out is considered as multiple insurance."

When necessary, those things can be turned into stones that hinder His steps in advance - those are items related to the Mother Goddess and God.

Anyway, whoever keeps Adam is just trying to attract hatred, but at present, it seems that the Demon of Knowledge has not started to write its own trend of the times?Or is it that the trend of the times that He wants is what it is now, with everyone engaging in academics and scientific research together, and finally flying into the universe at the end of the world?
"...Then the first thing I have to do is to maximize the possibility of a worldwide disaster in the North and South Continents, and further conceptually activate the City of Disaster. After all, it was only temporarily sealed in Banxi. Move the island and throw it into Calderon in the spiritual world can only take away a very small part of the pollution, and the source will remain in the sea water and be further sealed by the God of Thunder, and it is too obvious to do so."

After being motionless for too long, Edward changed his position and leaned on the chair, continuing to be in a daze.

"Letting Medici fight an open war and cause disasters and wars is a good choice. A world war is more in line with the symbol of the city of disaster than killing people and setting fires. Of course, I can also make my actions a disaster. a part of."

I brought out part of the pollution in Banxi before, but it is still connected to the City of Disaster in a deeper place. At that time, I can use the part of the pollution on hand to make Medici "adapt" in advance... But Medici's subjective initiative It is still too strong. The City of Disaster can also choose to abandon this contaminated individual. Perhaps it should find a way to guide the "River of Eternal Darkness" out of Calderon.

If the river has no real counterpart, dig one out.

Speaking of the God of Death... Edward recalled the situation just after the God War. Calderon was sealed by Bethel Abraham to ensure that no one and spiritual creatures who should not be here would accidentally walk into this place. City.

Looking inside from the edge of the city, the River of Eternal Darkness still seems to be lying at the bottom. Even though it has devoured multiple high-sequence extraordinary characteristics of its two corresponding pathways, including two uniquenesses, it still has not risen. look.

"During this period, Balam should be trying to pray to the God of Death, right?"

"There should be no response. Unless the God of Death can continue to speak in the River of Eternal Darkness, I'm not sure. After all, he is the second level."

Edward decided to go back to Bailang to investigate.

Although on the surface it seems that they believe in death, the premise of those people in Balam believing in death is that their god is the god of death, which gives them a clearer destination than the so-called Kingdom of God.The vast majority of human beings are like this. They feel uneasy and painful when they are confused. But once there is a clearly visible end point ahead, or the path they want to take is clear, they will immediately be freed from those difficulties and invest several times more than before. The energy is in working hard to move forward.

Now even death is swallowed up by a deeper "nothingness".

If they lose contact with the gods, the people of Balam will probably fall into deeper confusion again, or simply choose to follow the gods - martyrdom for gods is worthy of praise and commemoration in any country, if a devout person loses his family in the country When they die, they lead the believers to collective martyrdom, and even the pagans may have to wipe their tears for them.In Bailang, this behavior is very marketable.

They just took the initiative to rush to death in a more pious and fanatical way before time announced. This behavior was so noble and free, even if the Death Archon personally ordered that suicide was not allowed, it could not completely stop it.

Edward had no doubts about this behavior. After 400 years, he had seen similar things happen more than once.

In a previous war that broke out due to faith, not even the Extraordinaries died in the church of a small town. Finally, an old civilian priest led the people to hide in the church to pray for shelter. This was of no use - — Sometimes Edward would also think about why things that were useless in the old era are still useless in the current era. After thinking about it, there are only two options: "God cannot protect himself" and "God doesn't want to care about it."If God wants to take care of it, He has countless ways to save believers who ask for help.

Neither miracles nor divine protection came. The door of the chapel was finally knocked open. The old priest and all the residents were killed by the victors who had fallen into a fanatical atmosphere. The town also became the winner's possession. part of the national border.

What is more interesting is that one or two hundred years later, people living here discovered what happened at that time.They sincerely mourned for the people who died tragically at that time, and that war was also in the sacred scriptures of the two gods, so there was an additional mythical story: In that story, the old priest took the people into hiding in the church, Then a miracle came, and the people became the murals in the church, no longer afraid of death. The falling angel kissed the priest's cheek, and he became a marble statue, forever watching over the people he wanted to protect.

...I always feel that miracles are just like funerals, they are for living people to see, and they actually have little to do with the participants.

"We must go to the Southern Continent. It doesn't matter if they are all dead. No one accepts the faith of the Southern Continent. And I happen to have the sequence one of these two paths in my hand. If the River of Eternal Darkness doesn't respond, then I You can respond in the name of Death.”

Edward touched his chin and thought:
"At that time, I can mobilize the people of Balam to help me dig out the corresponding area of ​​the River of Eternal Darkness in reality. Then as long as Calderon's seal is broken, the River of Eternal Darkness can penetrate on its own. Then I can use these two sequences. Once the coordinates are established as bait, it shouldn’t be difficult to lure them over.”

The river of eternal darkness seeping into the real world is very likely to cause a large number of deaths.

No, a large number of them should be optimistic estimates. By then, they should be dead in large numbers, right?
However, mortals without gods are doomed to die. Doesn’t this just fit in with the expectations of the people of Balam for the future and the end of their lives? The invisible river like white mist flows silently, and the will of the gods is hidden in it. As long as it is closed, By closing your eyes, you can sleep in the same place as your own god - it's a bit romantic to think about it, and Edward thinks this idea is very good.

If the high ground could be flooded by the way, it would be a sure blow. Unfortunately, considering the terrain, it really can't be flooded there.

After thinking about it, Edward stood up from his chair, ignored the demons still kneeling like stone statues around him, and walked outside.

He glanced at the towering Holy Wind Cathedral in the distance, which became increasingly sacred.

"You can also lead the River of Eternal Darkness into the sea. This will make it easier for them to contact each other... After all, the river water will eventually merge into the sea. As a source of matter, I can't control where it flows, right?"

The God of Death also thought about doing this, but in the end he didn't do it.

After finishing his thoughts, Edward continued walking down the street.Of course, Sequence 0 demons can perfectly control their thoughts and prevent their thoughts and desires from leaking out. In this way, they will not produce any symbols in the spiritual world and affect the "prophecy" and "analysis" of certain existences.But who would have nothing to do but think about bringing together the two sefirot that symbolize the fourth pillar?

Sneaking to the street, Backlund's weather was not bad today.

A steady breeze swirls in the sky, carrying away the thick clouds, the signature smell of industrial fuel, and the morning fog.

There were not many people coming and going, and occasionally one or two priests from the Thunder Church could be seen passing by.

From a distance, St. Samuel's Cathedral in the North District has been wrapped up and appears to be undergoing major renovations.The carriages and people parked below were transporting some furnishings in the church one after another. The stained glass windows were also being unpacked and wrapped separately. Some people were repainting the church. It seemed that someone was using some means to reshape the masonry of the church. , intending to directly use this centuries-old church to welcome other gods.

The renovation of the church has made the square in front of the church extremely lively. The pigeons perched here do not dare to land, and they either wander far away, or stand on the surrounding roofs, stretching their necks to watch humans change the surrounding environment.

Edward looked around. There were no white doves with black eye circles, no gray doves with white eye circles, and no crows.

He was about to change places for a walk when he heard a slow and heavy step slowly stop at his feet, and then someone whispered: "...Sir, would you like to buy some grain?" Edward turned around and saw a farmers.

Well, he is an obvious farmer, just like Frank, he has the red skin of the common farmers in Feneport, pushes a small cart in his hand, and wears a straw hat all year round.Backlund's "Corn Act" and the enclosure of land by the nobles have long forced farmers to abandon their fields and go to work in the city. It is basically impossible to see such pure farmers in the city.

It was probably the devil's temperament that made the other party relax his vigilance. The expression on his face, which looked particularly old due to labor, became slightly calmer. The wrinkles no longer squeezed together nervously, revealing cloudy and expectant eyes.

He was a little embarrassed, probably because he found that he had found the wrong target customer, who obviously did not look like someone who needed to buy cheap grains.

But he had not eaten for a day and a night, and he had no money to find a mill to grind the grain in his hands into powder to satisfy his hunger.

"Hello." Edward nodded kindly, then looked at the pocket in the cart in front of the other person, reached out to grab a handful with familiar movements, twirled it in his hands, and praised, "These corns are of quite good quality. , Old man, are you from Feneport?"

Before the elderly farmer could be coaxed into smiling by the praise, he nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes during the second sentence.

He saw a flash of contempt in the other person's eyes, and realized that his silence had been taken as acquiescence for a long time.

"Such good corn kernels should be purchased by many grain stores now." Edward asked again, "Old man, why do you come out to sell them alone? You are already very old, why did you come to Backlund alone? Where is your family?"

The Church of Thunder did introduce some civilians and extraordinary people who were good at farming to Backlund, trying to reclaim the wasteland outside the city to the point where it could be cultivated again.This behavior clearly requires Backlund to re-produce food himself to prevent the belief in the Earth Mother Goddess and Feneport's food from occupying too much of the market - this is a semi-forced recruitment, and those who will be sent will naturally not use it. Say more.

Came by airship?so fast.

Because you are getting older, you have no worries about your hometown, and no connections or money, so unfortunately you didn't get any land after you came to Backlund?Edward didn't bother to divine the other person's life experience, so he guessed aimlessly and observed the other person's reaction.

Seeing that the old farmer's expression was already very ugly, Edward also noticed some anger and dissatisfaction aroused by his words in the other person, so after a few seconds of silence, he sighed like every considerate gentleman. , after skillfully apologizing for his probing just now, he turned to ask about the price of the bag of corn on the trolley.

The old farmer quoted a very low price, but it was still nearly half higher than the current purchase price at the grain store.

"You need money urgently?" Edward nodded understandingly, "Then what other jobs do you usually do?"

The other party pursed his lips and said: "I can use this cart to help transport goods." After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that the gentleman in front of him who seemed to be quite talkative would not buy it, so he took the initiative to lower the price for himself: "Five soles That’s fine. You can also transport goods. You can pay as much as you want.”

After hearing this, Edward took out a gold coin directly from his arms and put it on the corn sack.

"I want all of these. It's really not easy for you to come from Feneport to help us farm..." the gentleman said in a meaningful tone, and then, under his gaze, the other party grabbed a handful The corn was thrown directly to the ground.

Handful after handful, a large number of plump orange corn kernels spread on the ground in a short time, attracting pigeons on the roof and in the open space in the distance.

These gray and white birds fell on the ground in front of them, fighting for the corn.

For a moment, shock, confusion, anger and sadness flashed through the farmer's heart, but the shining gold coin was still on his cart. He carefully picked up the gold coin and wiped it clean with his sleeves. , put it into his breast pocket and patted it.

Hateful Loen people... He gritted his teeth helplessly.

……

A cold feeling flowed across his forehead.

--water.

Audrey tried to open her eyes but couldn't. She felt like she was lying in a river, with water filling her body.The water pressure pressed down on her limbs and arms, and the water flowed into her ears, making it difficult for her to hear the voice of the bishop who baptized her.

"Amazing grace, how sweet it is;"

"My sins have been forgiven. I was once separated, but now I am found."

The choir's voice sounded more and more clearly, as if it appeared directly in Audrey's mind.She vaguely and strangely began to think about why the baptism of applying holy water to her forehead would make her feel like she was being swallowed by water. The water was still rising and had already reached the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes, so the sight in front of her was It was dark and nothing could be heard except the choir singing ancient hymns.

"Once I was blind, now I can see;"

"Such grace fills me with awe and comforts my heart."

No... no, I have never been separated, nor have I been blind. I have never believed in God. I can only kneel down devoutly in front of the goddess's holy symbol.

Audrey subconsciously refuted the contents of the hymn one by one in her heart, but it seemed that every time she denied it, her body became heavier.As if she was being punished for lying in front of the gods, she gradually felt that her breathing was not smooth.

She was terrified, feeling that she seemed to have fallen into a trap, and she also wondered from the bottom of her heart why the Creator Church would take action against her, a little demigod. Isn't her life more useful to them than having an extraordinary characteristic?

At this moment, the pressure seemed to have reached a limit. The water was pressing heavily on her chest, and Audrey found that she really couldn't breathe.

How is it possible...I should be standing...?
The next moment, a force suddenly appeared behind her, pushing her from the deep black water into the real world.

“When you first believe, you receive grace;”

"How precious."

It's that extremely familiar feeling.

The feeling of "divine revelation" - Audrey suddenly opened her eyes and saw countless indescribable scenes. It was like a peaceful morning in a city covered with golden light; it was an old man who didn't have to worry about starving to death on a soft bed. I woke up in the morning and stretched myself; that was when the historians hurriedly turned over a page of the "Celebration of the 1000th Anniversary of Peace"; that was when I was running around and playing, and was scolded by the teachers and brought back to school. Children...it was countless people and races gathered under the same cross to pray devoutly, as if all disputes and gaps were cut off.

Audrey's body shook violently, and the celestial scene disappeared like a mirror, and her heart suddenly surged with unconcealable loss and pain.

"God……"

She was still standing.Because her body was a little out of balance, one hand grasped the table with ritual items in front of her, and the priest made the sign of the cross on her forehead with holy water.

At this moment, the holy water slowly slid down, passing by the corner of her eyes, like a drop of tears.

TBC
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The source of inspiration for the "myth" part of the text is "The Byzantine Empire", which is the time when Constantinople fell.My memory may be biased, but I was shocked by the last paragraph when I read this book for the first time. Here are my thoughts.

That passage left a deeper impression on me than Jun Shi's own death: after the city was breached and the empire was buried, the descendants of the murderer wrote the stories of the people who died tragically in the church hundreds of years later into gods. The slaughtered people became the lucky ones who were taken away by the gods for immortality, and the powerless bishops became saints, even though their bones and corpses had been trampled to pieces by the horse hooves of your ancestors at that time.