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

Chapter 620 Silent Disaster

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City of Miracles.

This is not a title, but a name that truly belongs to this city.

——This is also confirmed by the leaders of both sides, and is the most suitable name for this city, because the miracle happened right in front of their eyes, and the grand city stood in front of them in the blink of an eye. This is the history and "The Fool" destined to be in the future. It is an important part of the sacred scripture records.

2 people can barely support this new and spacious city. Children are running on the streets, and extraordinary people are restraining their strength to train in the square. Everyone has enough living space, in a bright and spacious place that was once unimaginable. A new life in the great room.

The city is divided into Silver City District and Crescent City District, but people in the two cities have frequent exchanges every day. Mr. Zarathul, the "Angel of God" is the busiest. He is not only responsible for everyone's daily life, but also with everyone. The two cities' own elected clergy were responsible for daily prayers, confessions and worship activities, and even managed communications with other towns.

As a "Miracle Master", an old man with rich experience in dealing with interpersonal relationships, He gained the love and respect of almost everyone in the first week, and used his own methods to communicate with several surrounding small towns. Trade was established.

"With all due respect, you should also think about how to develop other jobs."

Zaratul privately found leaders such as Derrick, Colin, and Nim, and quietly complained:
"Stop bringing extraordinary items and extraordinary creature skins every time, okay?"

"The extraordinary things in the outside world are basically hidden in the dark. Although it has become a bit more open this year, the extraordinary items, materials and extraordinary characteristics you have brought out are still too high-end... I'm afraid you don't understand the meaning of 'holding valuable things is dangerous' ', but old man, I have helped you deal with no fewer than ten thieves who tried to sneak into the City of Miracles - can any of you understand what I mean?"

"clear."

Faced with the angel's polite treatment, they also showed great seriousness and courtesy.

Colin nodded and then asked:

"Then you think, what kind of industries can this city develop?"

High Priest Nim said: "We made a batch of handicrafts together before, and entrusted the purchasing team to take them out to try to sell them, but the effect was not very satisfactory. People's evaluation was 'very interesting', but they did not have a strong desire to buy."

Zaratul sighed: "Derrick said that other people at the meeting before the gods suggested that you can become mercenaries."

Derrick nodded.

"But the organization you choose to serve is very important, and you also have extraordinary characteristics. Even if you can be said to be employed by any organization, in fact you cannot go to organizations such as 'Witch', 'Hunter', and 'Church of God of War'."

Zaratul helped them analyze the conflicts between the organizations. After the analysis, the high priest Nim stared at Zaratul for a long time, and finally asked after careful consideration:

"Since you hinted that our road is unworkable, you must have a solution, right?"

Zaratul coughed.

"Indeed, I chose the simplest method for you."

"Relying on this method, no matter how backward a city-state is, it can develop rapidly."

He said confidently:

"I prayed to Mr. Fool, and it was answered. Now, I have filled the nearby mountains with coal mines. Doing business depends on these coal mines, and the steam industry needs coal mines. You don't have to worry about it for at least the next 30 years. livelihood……"

Nim continued to look at him: "May I ask, when did you apply to 'The Fool'?"

"Just yesterday, along with the latest version of the Holy Book of Fools that you handed in." Zaratul asked, "Is there any problem?"

Klein's clone who was still awake quickly got up and searched for Zaratul's prayer in Source Castle for a long time. He found that it was given to the original body and was judged to be beneficial by spirituality, so he responded automatically.When he was about to give Zaratul some more advice, he discovered that "The Fool" had become a brand name. Klein did some divination and was shocked to realize that he had unknowingly become one of the biggest coal bosses in the future.

"...No problem." Nim said, "I feel good."

So the City of Miracles became a coal mining city.

Extraordinaries with an average height of more than two meters dug strong tunnels and relied on their excellent physical fitness to continuously move coal mines and sell them to surrounding cities, earning a large amount of money.

Zaratul prayed to the "Fool" again and used a "miracle" to create a railway.

In this way, with the help of "miracle", the characteristic industries of the City of Miracles have successfully taken shortcuts and developed rapidly.

At the same time, as teams going out to purchase brought back information and specialties from the outside world again and again, people's entertainment activities also gradually increased.

Most of them asked the procurement team to bring back recipes and ingredients, while some chose musical instruments and books.Some people have successfully taught themselves musical instruments from the outside world, adapted the common folk songs in Fusac to hymns for the "Fool", and sang them without getting tired of it.

In their spare time, people will hold music and dance parties in the square, where everyone can enjoy the joy of life.

Singing and dancing, they will finally go to the Cathedral of the Fool to end the pleasant night with sincere thanks and prayers.

Today was also an ordinary and beautiful day. After enjoying a delicious meal with her husband, Mrs. Scallder went to the cathedral to pray at the customary time.

Among the current citizens, there are many dual-faith believers of the "Creator" and "The Fool", and the Calders are among them.

After all, they were the parents chosen by the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroleus, and they had to believe in Ouroleus and the Creator.Fortunately, the "Fools" didn't mind as much as before, so their faith was retained.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the City of Miracles is not like the City of Silver. There are no churches and temples of the "Creator" in it.

The belief in the "Creator" will gradually disappear and become some secrets hidden deep in the heart. In the end, only the belief in the "Fool" will be left.

When she arrived, there were already many people in the Cathedral of the Fool. Mrs. Skold walked in gently, nodded and greeted the familiar priest, then sat down in the empty seat in the corner, holding her hands Hand in hand, pray to the "Fool", thank you for the life you have now, and hope that the days can continue to be peaceful and beautiful.

After a while, she suddenly felt hot in her chest.

Mrs. Scallder touched her chest in confusion and found that the source of the heat was her own necklace pendant.

——It was a common small photo frame locket that my husband bought from outside, in which photos of loved ones could be placed.She liked the design very much, but unfortunately she didn't have a photo, so she had to put a small sketch of her child, carry it with her and touch it occasionally as a tribute to the "Angel of Destiny".

She opened the necklace box and looked into the eyes of the little statue. She suddenly saw the little statue open its mouth and said to herself: "Tell 'The Fool' that a huge disaster is about to happen in the north."

"Seek His help immediately. Destruction and natural disasters are approaching the country where you live..."

Mrs. Skold did not dare to neglect the message of the "Angel of Destiny", and was extremely worried that her current life would be destroyed by unexpected disasters. She immediately closed her eyes and prayed to the "Fool" dozens of times in a row.

……

After the one-sided war ended, the faceless army was sweeping the battlefield.

They cut off the enemy's head or ears with their hands, take away the name tags on the corpses, and examine the fingers and teeth of the corpses, waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be extracted, without wasting anything valuable.It was done neatly, just as Medici remembered.

Medici breathed in the long-lost air filled with the smell of rust, and occasionally looked at the blurry figures whose faces were invisible.

Those soldiers did not give him a familiar feeling.

He was walking aimlessly here with a long sword dripping with blood, and the residual touch of killing the huge mythical creature just now still remained in his hand. This made his heart beat faster and he was in a happy mood, thinking about what this was. It's not a scene in my own memory.

However, Medici is still not sure whether this belongs to Sauron or Einhorn. After all, the three of them have been fused for too long, and they have merged with each other to look at fragmented memories that do not belong to them. Occasionally, they can still appear in other people's memories. See yourself in perspective.However, in the illusion given to him by the City of Disaster, these memories also lost their reference value, because it was very likely that they were just fabricated by the other party at will.

It's like extracting the experience of General A, adding the process of General B, and finally choosing C... It is impossible for Medici to have sufficient memories of every war that has occurred. Compared with the source of these hallucinations, he I'm more concerned about whether there is any metaphor in it.

Just as he was passing by a certain corpse, he suddenly lowered his head and looked down and found that the corpse's chest was rising and falling slightly.

...You're not pretending well enough. Please be more careful in your next life.Medici stabbed the sword casually, and saw a large amount of blood spurting out from the chest of the living man who had closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, and his lips and cheeks instantly turned pale.

He saw the other person stop breathing, then opened his eyes again, and asked Him:
"What is war?"

"Hey, not only did you stop stammering, but you also started discussing philosophical issues with me?" Medici gave it another blow, and there was no more blood flowing out of the second hole. "I'm not interested in answering this question. You Why don’t you find something else to do?”

The corpses around also opened their eyes and looked at Medici together, as if to see if he would also give them a sword.

Medici now really misses the City of Disaster in the Third Age. At least the other party could not speak at that time, would not fabricate hallucinations for himself, and would not let himself answer questions - in the mysterious world, you cannot answer questions at will. It is also a potential rule. It would be fine if it is a mechanical device with a fixed answer. Once the other party has the characteristic of being alive, the right to interpret the answer belongs to the other party.

"War is the trampling of the weak by the strong."

“In war, the winner gains everything and the loser loses everything.”

It didn't care about the extra hole in its body or Medici's attitude. It took the initiative to reveal this answer:
"Then what is a disaster?"

Medici raised his eyebrows: "...Disasters are not dependent on human will?"

This time it ignored Medici’s words:
"You're not enough."

……

Medici stood up.

The bulletin board connected to the "Trunsoest Brass Book" no longer has a word on it. It seems to have been completely cut off from the signal. The black ink that makes up the text has turned into black squares, and large areas of blood remain on the panel. There is also a word "Allow communication" written in dark red.

It is this sentence that gives City of Disaster greater power to interfere with reality.

He stood upright holding on to the fragment of the bulletin board beside him.

With this simple act, the sky seemed to suddenly press down.

He lowered his head and looked at his body, then suddenly reached out and tore open his cheek, tore out the tongues and entire teeth from two of the mouths, and threw them to the ground, leaving two huge holes where the teeth could be seen.

Then the blood mist filling the air automatically came in, repairing the parts of the body that had rotted and oozing pus, and repaired the wounds that were deep enough to show the bones, while the organs in the body that were used for breathing, beating and blood supply were abandoned. He had no need for these rare things with strong "human" characteristics, so those things were transformed into spirituality and integrated into this body.

In the center of his eyebrows, blood flowed from the red flag, crossing the corners of his eyes, dyeing his black eyes blood red.

But He smiled, then opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if embracing the world.

The fog in the sky dispersed, and stars appeared one after another, but they were not distributed according to the star map, like countless small eyes blinking.

Unlike the "Doomsday Witch" and the "Weather Warlock" who use spirituality and their own symbols to create disasters, He stood here, and the vast sky responded to His call. The sea of ​​blood behind him roared, and countless meteorites and meteors brewed after the night. , they truly come from the outer world, carrying cordial greetings and souvenirs from the guests from the outer world, ready to fall with the order of natural disasters at any time!
With His appearance, storms, tsunamis, diseases caused by countless deaths, struggles and greed caused by despair emerged one by one. In this upcoming feast, the smoke and blood mist became thicker and thicker, and His figure It was shrouded in it and gradually lost its shape.

Like the disaster itself, it is invisible, incomprehensible, incommunicable, and unknowable.

TBC
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Chike turned his head, and the sky outside the window was gradually turning red.

There was a look of fear on his face, but he became firm again.With the last two loud noises deep in the palace, a bloody extraordinary characteristic and the "Trunsoest Brass Book" appeared in His hands.

This sealed object was constantly flashing light, and it looked like it was trying to escape crazily, but was helplessly caught in the hands of a Sequence 0 true god, and the surrounding space was blocked by the source of matter, making it impossible to escape even if it wanted to.

The deepest door of the palace was locked, but from the crack below, dark red blood with a disease so violent that it could kill an angel in half a minute slowly flowed out.The blood flowed to Chike's feet and instantly turned pure black.

"Medici is dead?"

"You can be considered an old friend of mine, and now he's gone without saying a word? I really gave him the easiest way to die...ha."

Chike covered the lower half of his face with a feather fan, with a cheerful smile in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth did not rise even a little.

The red sky had spread to the window, and everything began to fall apart quickly.

(End of this chapter)