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

Chapter 619 Will eventually perish
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"It's quite delayed." Edward said, "There's still a lot to go. Another guest has entered the venue early. How about I go help you."

High Priest Heitel rolled his eyes and turned to look at the bustling construction site behind him: "I disappoint you, but we had no intention of ending this before the New Year. Even if we are united now, there is still progress left. A quarter.”

"How long will it take to dig?"

"It won't be long," Heitel said. "Tonight, or tomorrow after dawn."

Edward glanced at his watch, then at the flaming sky in the distance, and took a photo as a souvenir: "Isn't this pretty quick? From what you just said, I thought I had to wait until next week."

"It won't be long."

The high priest seemed to be answering Edward's words, or saying to himself: "We don't want to wait any longer. Every plant and tree in this country, every life, whether divine or not, is looking forward to eternity. Peace comes.”

"This is the promise He made to us thousands of years ago when Balam was founded...and now it is finally coming true."

……

"Brother, are you going to dig a river today too?"

In a restaurant in Balam that offers a lot of alcoholic beverages, the blond bartender brought a large glass of specialty fruit wine and the freshly moved Lilangqi from the port on a wooden tray, and greeted his regular customers: "I have to go to work during the day. You have to participate in voluntary labor at night, you are really busy..."

He whistled: "I'll treat you to this glass of fruit wine. What's for dinner? Do you want to add mint leaves?"

The regular customer who had just sat down had his black hair trimmed. He was a very typical Southern Continental person, well-groomed and seemed to have received a certain amount of education.He gave the bartender a friendly yet reserved smile, nodded and said:

"One pork chop, one taco."

"Anderson, give me a few slices of peppermint, too. I have a lot of work to do later. I've been up half the night and need to refresh myself."

"no problem."

Anderson turned around gracefully, threw the jelly in his hand like a juggler, accurately delivered it to another table, and turned around to report the guest's request to the chef.After doing all this, he had no other work, so he took his own cup and drank a small glass of the same fruit wine. He walked leisurely to the regular customers with a small plate of fresh mint leaves and stood there. Chatted with him at the table.

Balam's fruit wine is pure fruit fermentation. It has a very low alcohol content and will not make adults drunk. It also has a refreshing effect to a certain extent. It also tastes similar to "Gwadar" and is suitable for all ages.So it can even be consumed as a daily drink, and even companies don’t mind providing some of these drinks to refresh their employees.

"How are you doing?" Anderson toasted with regular customers in the air and joked, "Voluntary labor makes you look healthier."

The regular customer smiled modestly and took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit wine to appetize while waiting for the main course. He picked up a mint leaf and put it into his mouth, chewing hard to get the cool and refreshing taste.

"The labor during this period has made me feel a lot. We all work together to get the answer at the right time."

He speaks in a refined manner, and feels a bit like someone from the Northern Continent:

"Praise death, praise the Lord, and may we all find final peace."

Anderson does not believe in any gods in the current world, but he never minds pretending to believe in gods wherever he goes to help him quickly gain the trust of people around him.In the past few months in the Southern Continent, he has accepted the differences in customs and is used to this kind of blessing like "I wish you a good death." Anderson smiled without revealing his flaws and politely wished the other party a good sleep. Sleep.

As long as your heart is broad enough, then wishing you a happy death is not a blessing?Even if you are not thinking about a good death right now.

After finishing speaking, Anderson lowered his voice and asked in a low voice:
"By the way, brother, do you still want to go to the Northern Continent to make a lot of money?"

"To be honest, I happen to have a connection here. A friend who makes a living at sea has a private boat that is willing to make a round trip to transport goods. He can take us on board. Hey, navigation has been closed to both sides for a long time, and I miss that a little bit. A friend next to me.”

It took Anderson a lot of effort to contact Edwina. "Vice Admiral Iceberg" didn't sail much after Lundborg was merged into Loen.It is said that the functions of the church were changed due to the merger, because the Church of Thunder already has many "captains" and does not need a "pirate captain" who originally belonged to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to lead his own team of Extraordinaries at sea. Time bomb.

What's more, the "captain" who was released to digest the potion was prone to rebellion.

After all, there are many opportunities at sea, and it is much faster than accumulating merit in the church.It’s just that after being a pirate for a long time, you really become a pirate.

"...If Edwina hadn't really been dedicated to studying history, and only focused on adventures at sea, and would not attack others unless they were attacked, then the Church of Thunder would not have allowed them to continue their short-distance adventures at sea so easily... …”

Anderson was feeling distressed about Edwina's "friendly price" 20-pound boat ticket, but he heard that this old acquaintance in front of him, who originally wanted to go to the Northern Continent to make money, rejected his proposal:

"No thanks."

"Anderson, I have decided to stay here. I am from Balang. It is my destiny and destination to stay here to face the end."

Um?The outside world rarely sees this kind of believer who will really die if God wants you to die!Anderson was a little surprised:

"But if you stay here, don't you just... Hey, brother, I know you are very religious and devout, but you are only 19 years old and you haven't even dated the girl you like. Why - there is no need to let yourself Will your life end so soon?"

"Why is it not necessary? At the moment of the end, we will be watched by God."

"But...what happens after watching? Your life has just begun."

"My life is not important, but I can leave with God at the end."

...Anderson was stunned. He could somewhat understand what the other person was thinking, but he couldn't understand it at all. At least he felt that most people in the world would not think of taking the initiative to end their lives when their lives were full of hope.Fortunately, the chef informed him that the dinner the guest had just ordered was ready.He thought briefly on the way back and forth, and decided to respect, not understand, and bless the choices of these Bailang people.

"Yes, I hope you can find happiness in that moment."

"Thank you."

Anderson served the meal, winked at the other person, and then prepared to greet others: "Enjoy your meal."

To be honest, Anderson had not developed a deep relationship with this guest whom he had known for half a year. He was a mature hunter and explorer, and the other person's suicide might not be as sad as the loss of a personal share of Edwina's ticket.

"I have to leave as soon as possible... Edwina said she would come in the next two days. This place is going to be destroyed. I must leave quickly." He thought.

Just when he was about to walk away, he was stopped by the other party.

"By the way, Anderson, my job is actually the property notarization of the city government. You know, we all plan to follow the footsteps of God and leave, so the relics most people want to take with them are the bones of their family members, so the only thing left is A lot of useless gold and silver..." Anderson's ears perked up.

The regular customer opened the folder he carried with him and took out a few pieces of paper:
"Gold and silver are deterrents. They can be carried in normal times, but not at this time. You are one of my few friends. My family has long been gone, so I plan to give you my property and Not much, I will make a list when the time comes. If you are willing to accept it, just sign it. Also, there are many people who want to give away their gold and silver now. You have been working here for half a year. He is friendly to others and serious about his work. He is our pagan friend and I can help you win over it.”

"I am a very open-minded person. If you don't want to die, I wish you to live more comfortably."

... Anderson didn't know what to say for a moment. Faced with such kindness, he smiled bitterly and wiped his nose uncomfortably: "Thank you, but I have nothing to give you. I'm just a waiter. Originally, I didn't know what to say. I also gained a lot of property from my adventures, but I had bad luck for a while and lost everything I earned.”

"You're welcome. You help me stand out in the restaurant. I'm always grateful to you."

At the end of the sentence, the young man from Bailang who was not yet twenty years old and had already decided to die showed a shy smile on his face:
"Also, I proposed to her yesterday and she agreed. We can hold hands and welcome that moment together."

"Bless us, my friends, and I am happy."

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"Are you coming to join us?"

These words made Medici want to scratch his head very much. He didn't understand why the City of Disaster had become so unique and trendy during the period after his death. Not only did it adopt a magical haunted house style, but the employees inside also Talking like this intermittently.

Is this provocation or intimidation?It seems like I feel nothing.

Do you want to answer or pretend not to hear?Medici was also a little unsure.

He recalled the memory that he had come into contact with the other party, but at that time the City of Disaster was not as activated as it is now. He simply expressed his dissatisfaction with Medici's desire to control it, and tried to control Medici as soon as he made contact. Strangely swallowed.

And under the "mediation" of the ancient sun god, no matter how dissatisfied the City of Disaster is, Medici will be fine.

Although the matter of contacting the Sefirot was delayed and delayed, Medici still succeeded in stealing some power during that contact, signed up with the Sefirot, and obtained a weapon that was useless most of the time. Just good looking marks.

Now this mark is finally useful - this flag is heating up between his brows, as if the environment around him has interacted with him, and Medici does not feel like he is being eroded and gradually losing consciousness.

He looked at the head held sideways in his hands, and the other person stood a few meters away, smiling sinisterly at him.

Seeing that Medici had not answered, the smile on the head with light red hair widened, and the corners of the mouth were split to the roots of the ears. The red muscle fibers were pulled in the cracks with the movements of smiling and opening, and the head's mouth One piece and one combination:
"Why are you so weak?"

"That, the witch, almost killed you."

"You can no longer make us stand in awe..."

The other party's smile became more and more horrifying, and his mouth was stretched to the limit, as if his entire jaw would fall in the next second.

After the head said these words, strange chuckles came from nowhere around him. The laughter was repeated and superimposed, getting closer and farther away, getting sharper.It's like there are countless invisible people surrounding Medici, and it's like the whole city is laughing at the king of angels who has fallen all the way from the closest to Sequence 0. Now there is only one copy of Sequence [-] left. The tragic appearance of being seriously injured.

The dark windows on the building turned into mouths, billowing smoke and blackening the sky.

They gathered towards the city center, like moving high walls, approaching Medici, wanting to devour the angel.

Medici was speechless:
"Then what achievements did you make in Bansi? Tell me. Is the lightning storm on the big octopus's head fun? Do you want me to recite His honorable name now? Oh, His is not enough. I have to recite God's. Let Him come and make us all happy?"

Counting the time, the City of Disaster's invasion of reality should be almost noticed by various high-sequences. Medici doesn't know whether they will take any action, but Klein has to ask his clone to open his eyes to see the situation. .

He sneered and flopped onto the wooden board behind him:
"Long time no see. If you're still angry, just swallow me up."

"Today you will eat me and that emperor, tomorrow you will eat Chic, the day after tomorrow you will kill the old octopus and eat the red priest Uniqueness alive, the day after tomorrow you will reincarnate into the old days and come back to bump fists with God and the 'Fool', and whoever loses will be treated like a dog by the other."

After saying this, Medici saw that the smile on the head's face did not shrink, but instead became even weirder.

Pulling the skin off God and Klein is something Medici is usually unwilling to do. If the other party doesn't respond, Medici will have to find another way.Medici thought for a while, then bit the bullet and mocked:
"Chick can also drive you?"

The head did not answer, but suddenly put on a weirder smile, and still said in the tone of a junior in the family:
"Ancestor."

"You can gain strength."

"Pay, what?"

Of course, Medici couldn't directly reveal his bargaining chip. Even if he seemed to be in dire straits, he still shouldn't.He threw the question back:
"what do you want?"

The skull smiled and replied, "Everything."

As he spoke, the world around Medici suddenly changed.

His consciousness was blurred for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was holding a long sword in his hand, wearing black and red armor, riding a horse and charging towards the army of Beyonders on the opposite side. He immediately understood what he was doing. What did he want to do, so he led his army to tear apart the opponent's defense line like a sharp knife, laughing and harvesting all the lives around him, regardless of men, women, old or young;

Turning his eyes again, he realized that he had just completed a suppression and massacre.

It's time to deal with the aftermath, everything is over. Now the sky is red with fire, the earth is hot, and blood-red steam is steaming. The order "Kill the enemy on sight" echoes in the heart over and over again, and everyone speaks from the heart. Enjoy this plunder and trample.

Some memories are possessed by Medici, and some are not even remembered by him.

Only countless wars, destruction, and massacres are the main theme of these fragmented memories. The sky is always shrouded in dark clouds that are like precursors of destruction, and the ominous stars shine. Plague and death follow closely, gently filling every trench and ruins.

What remains unchanged is that Medici always appears in these weird memory fragments as the one who inflicts disaster. Those violent, happy, and ecstatic emotions surround him, urging him to become the messenger of disaster and the cause of destruction. Incarnation.

TBC
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Disaster walks the earth.

(End of this chapter)