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

Chapter 62

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"So," said the Decayed King, "what's the matter with the inexplicably extra spiritual creature affinity in me recently?"

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"I don't know." Edward also felt puzzled.He perfunctorily touched two Forgan's dogs that were sniffing at his feet. The Forgan's dogs licked the touched place, and then quickly ran back to the fog of history. He didn't know whether it was dislike or liking.There are also many grotesque spiritual creatures surrounding him curiously, seriously hindering his progress.

"I obviously haven't come into contact with any high-sequence recently, nor have I come across a sealed item related to the spirit world..."

"Klein? It's unlikely. He's only Sequence 7. Even if it's related to him, it should be because of something behind him."

"Didn't I not pry his soul before?"

"..."

"It's really troublesome." Edward avoided the crowd of spirit world creatures. "Belia hasn't moved at all. He should be hiding. I don't know what the Beria family will do. I'm looking forward to doing something to me."

The Decaying King took away this strand of thoughts and scattered them to prevent being detected by the demonic sensor of Patriarch Belia.Twenty percent of him (Edward) has his own thoughts, and he doesn't answer the conversation, sinking back into the bottom of consciousness.Typist Amon was walking on a branch, holding a rocket launcher model in his hand, dismantling and remodeling with great interest, exploring the structure of this unknown device.

Seeing the Decaying King's return, Gaia Amon did not stand up immediately to show respect, but greeted him quite leisurely.He has already discovered that although this god has the word "king" in his name, he actually doesn't have too many demands on others' attitude.And I don't like to communicate with people. Most of the time I stay in my own thoughts, quietly waiting for something.

What can the Outer Gods wait for? Probably a chance to do it?
Unknown path, unknown purpose, what else would He do? Amon also found it very interesting, but Amon didn't say.He had no sense of belonging to the earth and human beings, only alienated from the current world.There is no humanity, no love or hate, only the basic likes and dislikes of living beings.Even if the main body is like this, his avatar has even fewer emotions.

If it was in the past, the ancient Sun God would have reprimanded him mildly and told him to pay attention to the fragile residents on this planet when he was still alive, but Adam, who was actually his father in his brother's skin, was also silent.He has been a captive for more than 100 years, and has endured too many explorations and researches that a virtual personality should not have to bear.The virtual personality is still unwilling to bow his head, or its setting makes it impossible to bow his head, but Amon has already obtained a little privilege with his serious and studious attitude, as long as he doesn't play too much mischief, he won't be hurt at all.

If he goes too far, the luck-stealer spell and the magical items of the thief's path are his fate.

Sure enough, Outer God ignored him at all, and returned to his seat just like before, meditating on something.

Amon thought for a while, put down the bazooka in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked in front of the other party very naturally: "Your Majesty."

The outer god didn't move.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Amon adjusted his monocle and asked with a smile, "I want to know some knowledge of the old days, as well as the perfect civilization you told me 20 years ago. "

The god still didn't respond.Amon often suspects that there is no flesh and nerves under the mimicked face, because he doesn't even open his mouth when he speaks.Of course, this is a world of deep consciousness. Those who move their mouths and speak basically follow their instincts as creatures. The person opposite is not a creature, and it is understandable without such instincts.

"Incompleteness is the root of progress, and the only path left for a perfect life is silence or suicide."

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, this voice appeared in Amon's ears.The king of decay finally looked at him, without much expression on his face, his voice was indifferent and hard like an inanimate substance, with arrogance that looked clean.Amon has long been used to this kind of dialogue, and he is not panicked, but more relaxed: "What can I do for you in exchange for these materials?"

"Information about the Land Abandoned by God."

Adam suddenly looked up.

"..." Amon rubbed his eyes, not surprised by Adam's reaction at all, but he didn't care, "I'm just a Sequence 3 clone with limited memory, and the detailed information may only be known to the main body."

"Amon." Adam couldn't help but speak.

"Forget it, Adam, you are not my father now, you are not even paranoid." Amon smiled a little nastyly, he didn't even look at the slightly cracked expression on Adam's face, turned his head to look at the outer god without pupils eyes, "I will give you everything I know, including the location of the avatar in Land Abandoned by the Gods. You can judge the value for yourself. If there is a premium, I mean if, I want to ask for some more knowledge of the old era .”

"Yes." The god answered him lightly.

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"Is this Banshee?"

After leaving the long-distance teleportation to the spirit world, it was already dark when Edward got down on the ground.Looking around, the fog was heavy, the moon was covered by thick clouds, and the whole city was shrouded in the atmosphere of a horror movie, as if something would pop out of the shadows in the next second.But after nine o'clock, the streets were empty, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and even the church had only one or two lights on. It seemed that they were practicing the rule of "do not open the door after dark".

"Bansy, the ancient name of Binsy Port, isn't this name very interesting, Binsy, Binsy, a vampire in old anecdotes and legends?"

Eduardo daring forward, through the center of the city, bumps into a pedestrian and his head in the square.

The headless walking corpse bared its teeth and claws professionally for two seconds, and then the blood that flowed out from the cut neck froze.The flying head, dragging its snake-like spine, froze in the air, then disintegrated itself in terror.

Edward watched a pile of rotten pieces of meat, bones and teeth falling to the ground, and took two steps back in disgust.

"The monsters in Bancy all work two jobs part-time, but they are not very serious about their work." The headless walking corpse ran away, and then was blown up by Edward throwing a stone at random.Seeing that there were no signboards or passers-by around, Edward simply approached a dead tree with yellow leaves on the side of the road, knocked on the trunk, and asked, "I'm going to the most dangerous place, where should I go?"

Tree:……

"Oh." Edward got the information he wanted through mysterious communication, and got a key word of "telegraph office".

So he judged the direction and found a small path near the square.Walking unhurriedly along the path through the woods and the city, he found a small house with a "Telegraph Office" sign on the door in the corner of the residential area.There is no extensive newspaper industry at sea, and the mailing industry is underdeveloped, and the delivery efficiency is comparable to that of a turtle. The telegraph, which is generally used in the North Continent, is the main long-distance communication tool here.

He narrowed his eyes, curled his fingers together, and knocked on the door of the telegraph office.

A gentle female voice came from the telegraph office:
"Hello, yes, here to shoot, telegram, okay?"

"Please, come in."

Edward readily accepted. He grabbed the metal handle of the wooden door with his right hand, turned it downward with a slight click, and pushed it forward.

In the small room was a wooden table with a typewriter on it, a telegraph and a chair against the wall.The two heads placed on the chairs, facing the wooden door, with bloody spines dragging under their necks, looked over together with the sound of the door opening.One is a woman's head and the other is a man's.There is no difference between them and the head that Edward met outside, but they have a deeper and more terrifying mysterious aura.

Where did the body go?Edward couldn't help thinking.

"Please, send, telegram."

"The "Standard Code Book" and "Language Contrast Dictionary" are, put, on the bookshelf. Please, after reading, confirm the destination address."

The head of the red-haired woman opened slowly like a typewriter.

"Okay, thank you." Edward rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of spiritual shock. Some high-level influences were trying to pollute and erode him, but it was not enough to shake the guards of the decayed king who were watching the outside world in the consciousness space.It seems that their judgment was a bit wrong. If it is only a "weather warlock" who cannot affect angels of the same level, is there a "conqueror" here? Ever since the red angel Medici and the other two conquerors After the fall, Hunter Sequence One, which has never appeared on the bright side... where will it be?
Thinking of this, Edward glanced at the red-haired woman out of the corner of his eye, feeling that things seemed even more difficult.

But he really didn't pay attention to the code.When acting as a human, his contact range is generally limited to the surrounding cities, and sending letters is enough.In terms of Extraordinary, couriers are much easier to use than telegrams.Edward sat down in front of the telegraph, flipped through the code with great interest, and then typed "Starry Sky" in the column of the receiving address.

The atmosphere at the telegraph office suddenly became solemn.

"gentlemen."

"Please……"

"No, prank."

"Sorry, I just tried it." Edward smiled apologetically and deleted the address.He did not seek the help of the two staff members, but typed tentatively while comparing the code letters.

"Wither, yes, master."

"Decadent, king."

"All, life's..."

His ability to learn is so fast that the heads of a man and a woman have not even reacted, and lines of codes have already been photographed.There are no rituals and props, but this is a symbolic ceremony for the gods to call themselves.The heads don't know all this, they only know that someone summons unknown gods on their own territory, and some evil gods come to kick the pavilion!The man's head sent out a piercing scream that shook the soul, and the gray mist spread. The red-haired woman suddenly opened her mouth, and tentacles of rotting flesh and blood rushed out of her mouth, rushing towards Edward who was sitting in front of the telegraph. Vaughn.

"...the final journey."

He didn't panic, and with a few ups and downs of his fingers, he finished typing this line of code.His personality was covered and his divinity was transformed. He only closed his eyes for a second, but he seemed to wake up from a long slumber, and opened a pair of blue eyes without pupils.

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The Decayed King looked at the door of the telegraph office.Putting the hand on the handle, thinking about which way to open it to "reach" there.

Behind him is a dark and decaying room. In a short moment, it seems that thousands of years have been turned into the telegraph office. Everything is covered with thick dust, and the windows are tightly crawled by thin branches, so that no light can penetrate .There seemed to be horror hidden in the deep darkness, countless vines and roots occupied every corner like a giant spider web, growing from all the gaps, and the branches, leaves and branches were all gray and black before they died.

There was no head, only a few dry bones swallowed by the sand, and the rest of the arrangement turned into decayed dust.There was almost no movement, the house was wiped out, and there was a tree on the road that seemed to have taken root for decades. It was difficult to find this subtle change without looking carefully, and the surrounding buildings were still silent, and no one noticed the change here.

"..."

The gray-white mist disappeared at some point.The Declining King thought for a while, pushed the door open and left the telegraph office, then stretched out his hand.The door bolt and the wall automatically turned into rotten and scattered black ash. Without a sound, He tore down the entire wooden door together with the door frame.

Then, He leaned the door against a wall casually, with the door plate facing outwards. He gripped the handle again, turned slowly, and pushed the door into the wall.

The door leaned against the wall, and he took a step forward, stepping right foot into the gap between the door and the wall.

At this moment, he saw gray-white mist again. They didn't spread from the door, but seemed to fill the whole world in an instant.The king of decay felt something in his heart. Looking around, he saw that the surrounding buildings were no longer low-rise houses mixed with single-family buildings in Bansi Harbor. He saw that everything had changed.

He was in an alley, with bluestone long bricks under his feet, and black bricks and white tiles on the wall beside him.He looked into the distance, saw the peddler in shorts pushing a cart to sell fruit on the street, and the black festering vocal cords that quivered in his throat when he yelled, and saw the buildings standing tens of meters high. The neon lights are also on during the day, and the fancy colors and lights are beautiful; I also saw a woman in a long skirt smiling at the door, dragging a dangling body made of bones and minced flesh.

His expression became a little strange, and "Edward" had an unprecedentedly stern look on his face.

"What "God of Weather"..."

"It turns out that the city of disasters is consciously eroding reality?"

TBC
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"Why is the source quality talking?" (frowning) (beating)

Back to the main storyline.

The eyes of the humanoid shell of the decay simulation do not have pupils. After all, pupils are used by animals to sense light. If ultrasonic waves, smells, peripheral senses, optical refraction and mystical methods are used to understand the world, pupils are not needed, naturally. No need for this texture either.

(End of this chapter)