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

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The joints of his arms made a soft clicking sound and began to shift, as if they would fall off his shoulders in the next second.

The sleeves were soaked with pus and blood, and the arms became heavier. Medici clearly had the feeling of body decay again, but this time it was completely different from the feeling in his memory.He stopped and looked at the gray sky. Suddenly he thought of something and understood something.

The moment the answer appeared in his mind, two voices sounded on both sides of his cheeks at the same time:
"This is……!"

"Don't be stupid, run!"

Medici turned around and saw that the corpses lying on the ground had also rotted. The smell of blood and putrid smell could not be ignored at all. He could even see the white bones among the rotten flesh - it did not look like they had just died. of people, but after being placed in the wild for a week!

This is no longer within the category of "disease".

At the same time, the city where Medici had lived for half a month suddenly became extremely strange. The sun could no longer be seen in the sky, and the whole city was gray and dirty, showing a dilapidated appearance riddled with holes. appearance.There was obviously no one alive, but it gave people a sense of nervousness and uneasiness for no reason.As the city became dilapidated, some ruins appeared inexplicably. Some buildings that had been standing in good condition collapsed strangely, with walls peeling off and fire jumping in the distance.

A weird atmosphere enveloped the city.

Medici once looked at the entire layout of the city while taking a walk, and also used the map he bought to determine the locations of some usable paths and even sewers. It can be said that he, an outsider, has probably lived in Saint-Milon for a lifetime. Everyone should be familiar with this place.

However, now, Saint Milon has become strange and unfamiliar, but it gradually overlaps with the atmosphere of another place in Medici's memory.

Seeing this scene, Medici's spiritual world suddenly fell into silence.

The three conquerors had gained each other's memories through spiritual fusion during the millennia of "depending on each other", and they happily dug out the embarrassing or sad things buried in each other's hearts to criticize each other for fun.

One of the most popular topics among Sauron and Einhorn is "Medicine, you kid can't even accommodate the city of disaster with the help of the ancient sun god. It's too bad. Hahaha, you deserve to live in vain for thousands of years with us." Die together" - now the three of them could no longer laugh. They were exchanging intense emotions and greetings to the original witch in the spiritual world. In the end, Medici couldn't help but cursed:

"F*ck, where can this go?!"

"Why did the City of Disaster appear here!" Sauron's mood was perfectly interpreted through his voice. He ignored Medici's plan and tried his best to control the right half of his body away from the city. Center, running towards the dock, "No matter what, don't stay here!! With the way we are now, the City of Disaster will be over for us without even lifting a finger!"

No wonder Chike suddenly came... No wonder He suddenly decided to take action!
Medici frowned: "How did He control the City of Disaster?"

"Although I don't like octopus heads, cough, but He can't cause trouble in Bansi. If something happens, He will be the first to suffer! How did Chike bring the power of the City of Disaster to Bansi from the Port of Bansi, which is hundreds of kilometers away? From here?!”

He reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows, and the red flag was looming hot.

"If I had a similar method, maybe now would be an opportunity."

"Thank you a little bit to Chick." Einhorn's voice carried a sense of peace that he had given up struggling. "He gave these juniors who are not worthy of containing Sefirah a chance to see what Sefirah looks like in this life."

The three of them had three thoughts, one wanted to retreat, one wanted to give up, and the other was thinking about whether he could find an opportunity to bite back, so he still stood there motionless, letting his body begin to slowly necrotic and rot.

At this moment, Medici glanced in the direction of the port and found that the sky there was red and there was not a single cloud.

The city was dead silent, and he actually heard the sound of sea water lapping at the shore.

The sound of the water became louder and louder, as if He was not in the center of a city, but standing where he could see the sea.

"...Don't even think about running away from Sauron, this place is already Banxi now." Medici snorted, "Does he want me to attract the attention of the City of Disaster by not killing me? After all... I should There are many unintelligent descendants who cannot withstand the temptation and become its food."

"Haha, but don't tell me: Those guys who I have never met and who may not have much of my blood will have any feelings for me. Then I will feel disgusted."

He coughed for a moment, turned around and took the final step.

His body suddenly fell forward as if his bones had been ripped out, and hit the notice board. Medici used his strength to knock the entire wooden board to the ground, making a loud noise.

Medici squinted his eyes, feeling temporarily happy that the corneas of his eyes had not rotted and fallen off.I saw that the previous words such as "Forbidden..." were no longer on the notice board, only one sentence appeared repeatedly.

"Unauthorized intrusion into the real world is prohibited."

These black fonts were stained with blood as soon as they appeared, and then gradually disappeared on the notice board.

Since there is now only one sentence about the "City of Disaster" and no one about himself, it proves that the patriarch of the Church of the God of War has no time to deal with himself and is wholeheartedly resisting the City of Disaster.Medici raised his head and breathed hard for a few times, then stretched out his hand, wiped it hard the moment the law appeared again, and used his own blood to erase all the words that had not yet appeared.

Immediately afterwards, He used the shortest language he knew to write a line in the blank space with all his strength:

"Allow communication"

The moment this line of writing was written, the entire sky in Shengmilon suddenly became dark, as if it had entered night within a second.

There was no trace of light in the sky, blood-colored clouds floated in the black sky, and all the buildings were shrouded in darkness. Saint Milon completely became the city that Medici was most unfamiliar with and familiar to—hidden in the It was a gloomy, terrifying city on the sea, full of all kinds of weird events. This city was full of things that he had never seen before and could not imagine the use of. There were also monsters walking around.Its entrance appeared at sea very early, and many people had accidentally entered it before Medici discovered it.

Some of them did not return, but some brought back items, which were plagues, pain, war, and great power.

Medici remembered that the Creator once said that the city was like an open magic box, but there was no hope in it.

Strange footsteps began to appear in Medici's perception.

It's strange. He knew that his body had reached its limit and was so rotten that he couldn't even move his fingers. He could only sit on the ground leaning on the board. But at the same time, Medici felt that his spirit was very clear, and he could even be considered relaxed. He was just trapped in his body and couldn't move.

"I always feel that after dying once, some concepts become very strange."

Medici said to himself:

"Look, three people once couldn't put together a complete corpse, but now we can use the body and container as consumables to make them casually." At this moment, a footsteps approached Him from a distance.A person walked toward Medici from far away as if he suddenly appeared. He looked up and saw that there was nothing on the other person's neck. He held a bloody head with his spine in front of his chest with both hands.

City of Disaster wasn't like this before. Since when has it become a low-level horror drama?Medici thought wildly.

"Ancestor."

The man holding the head stopped two or three meters in front of Medici. His spine was shaking. The rotten head with exposed gums lay crookedly in his hand. His empty eyes looked at Medici's. direction.

Its hair does have a bit of red, but I don't know if this is the color of its hair when it was alive, or the color of blood coagulated on it.

"We follow your orders."

"Communicated, He..."

"Are you coming to join us?"

……

Ourolius paused and stopped before the corner. The silvery river of destiny suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This kind of proactive foreshadowing is not common, and generally represents events that are "specially concerned" by Ourolyus.

A picture appeared vaguely in his mind. He saw some high-sequence struggles taking place in the direction of Fusac, involving war.At first glance, it looks like a change caused by competition in the "Hunter" path.He instinctively felt that this symbol seemed to be related to Medici, but the vague uneasiness in his heart showed that Medici might not hold a dominant position in this incident.

Did He lose the battle against another conqueror?

The opponent has a Level 0 Sealed Artifact and a Sequence 2 to help. It is normal to be at a disadvantage for a while, but it should not be the time that Medici and he agreed to start the war. Medici is not someone who will change the plan at any time. Could it be Him? Was he attacked?
Ourolius had doubts in his heart, but he had left enough good luck and help to Medici, enough to be able to resurrect the Miracle Master twice. No matter what happened, he could get through it smoothly without any danger. That's right.

At the moment, Will Auceptin is still playing a "little game" with him. The other party is trying his best to find the uniqueness, and he is looking for this Sequence One. The two of them seem to be chasing each other in tandem like this all the time. .He has only waited for this opportunity once since the Third Age until now. Even if it is not enough for Him to successfully accommodate the uniqueness, it can still go a step further. He really can't get away to see more details.

Just when he was about to continue looking for Will, Ouroleus suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head, as if fate was reminding him to "pay attention to what just happened" - he had to calm down and feel it. Ourolius's eyes suddenly widened:
The "Original Witch" actually appeared next to Medici!
In just one moment of meeting him, the gray-black aura symbolizing disease fell on Medici's body, taking away a lot of life force.

"The blessings I left for Him are exhausted..."

Ouroleus felt like his heart was in his throat for the first time in a long time.

But the crisis has not been resolved. Now Chike can reach out and touch two extraordinary characteristics of the Conqueror... "The Fool" is not the true god yet. Bethel Abraham, who should accept Fusac the most, voluntarily abstained. Chike's actions are definitely not temporary. Impulse...may even be the best opportunity to make a profit before "The Fool" wakes up. All his enemies have lost their shelter and are just a piece of meat to him!

Ourolius's expression gradually became calm and focused. Just when he was looking at the symbol of the "Original Witch" and trying to find something wrong, the picture in front of him suddenly became blurry, and then it seemed as if the signal was cut off. disappeared suddenly.

"Angel of Destiny" was stunned for a second.

Just when he was thinking about whether Chike was going to shut the door and silence him, the prediction of fate suddenly changed again:

This time, the foreshadowing of fate was much more violent and terrifying than before. For a moment, Ourolius felt as if he was on a battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere. He saw that the northern sky was dyed blood red, with disasters and fatal diseases. From there, death spread along with the flames of war to the entire world. Even broken corpses were floating on the waves, hitting the shore one after another.

This is impossible for Chic to do - "uniqueness" is in Leodro's hands. Without uniqueness, even if he obtains three copies of Sequence One, he cannot become a symbol of war and disease at the same time!

In other words, what appears there is...

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

As soon as Urolius read out the first sentence of his honorable name, a voice came from an unknown direction:
"You cheated! You cheated!"

The sound was surprisingly loud, and Will sounded so angry that he was shouting, kicking his legs and slamming his stroller, and his voice was still coming: "We made an agreement before, no one can ask Him for help! Ourolius! You don’t keep your word!”

"You don't keep your word! How could you do this!"

Ourolius didn't intend to take Will's yelling to heart at all. His prayer to Klein was not to catch Will, but to let him see if the City of Disaster had invaded Feysac. After all, he Your own believers are also there, and you have to take care of them no matter what.But just after Will said these words, Ourolius suddenly had a strange feeling - it seemed that Will was about to become dissatisfied because of his behavior, no longer maintain fair competition, and planned to Breaking the contract and leaving - the "opportunity" he could feel was shaken!

The second sentence of your name stuck in your throat.

But Uroleus did not give up. He immediately conveyed a revelation to the people who had worshiped him in the Silver City, and then with some uneasiness and nervousness, he started looking for traces of Will again.

The other party is no longer in its original position.

……

"The City of Disaster has successfully invaded reality."

"Chick is also taking a risk by doing this, but whether he takes the risk or not has nothing to do with me. I just have to deal with the backlog of items on hand."

After Edward finished observing Fusac's current situation, he immediately used the radio-like sealed object to convey a message to the high priest of the Death Church:
"How's your canal digging going?"

After a while, the high priest's hoarse and deep voice came: "We have to wait a little longer."

TBC
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Forget it, think about happy things, such as as Suhuan is getting better and better, now there are fewer people scolding this crappy book. (End of chapter)