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

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It seemed that someone was really talking in his ear, and the sound was blurry, as if it was pulled into a sharp sound by the strong wind.

The smell from the memories came to the tip of my nose, it was the cold sea breeze.

Those pictures that belong to him and those that don't belong to him are gradually recovered, like puzzle pieces, fitting together one after another, so Leodro can feel so clearly that he is slowly dying.

Die on a spiritual and ego level.

He thought of his own voyage countless years ago, coming from that distant ocean.

What was it like at that time... It seems that the kid called Leodro in the memory always looks like he is lingering. There may also be times when he is high-spirited. Perhaps because it is too long ago, Leodro also has some I can't be sure of the memory of the past.

Starting a new life with this identity will only happen after landing in the Eastern Continent.

Suddenly there were drops of scarlet blood, falling on the cold ground, corroding the ground like strong acid, and rising up with a faint white air.

Leodro suddenly felt the presence of his body again. He hadn't seen the bright red blood for a long time. He touched his face with some novel thoughts, and as expected, he touched his hands full of blood.

And the front of him suddenly lit up, as if the clouds and mist were opening, light was pouring down from the sky, and a tall figure that was too bright for him to see clearly seemed to be walking along this road made by the sun. Leodro was silent for two seconds before angrily realizing that he had no intention of raising his head to provoke the other party with his eyes. What was even more disgusting was that even if he realized this, he still had no intention of doing so.

"He is... just like you."

Maybe there is no difference in the first place.

"Original."

He whispered.

……

Wind angels are loyal.

Wind Angel himself and the other seven angels felt this way.

He worked hard under the ancient sun god, and he and his people did give him countless positive feedback. At that time, his career was on the rise, and everything was developing in the best direction. Leodero was not born a pervert or a bad person. He had also been attached to the sea that was shining golden in the sun, listened to the breeze on the sea, and loved himself who was respected and trusted by people.

Times like this could have gone on forever.

It could have been.

Leodro felt that based on his mentality at the time, he had followers who loved him, he had strength and status, and his camp was very strong. Even if he fought in the future, he would not suffer losses, so it would be okay to continue like this. Not a bad thing.

"Original."

"I've known for a long time that you can't be killed...I've known for a long time. And I didn't stop his suicide plan."

Leodro did not believe that death could shake off the will of a great being.

The simplest and most direct example: "The Wolf King" Fregra holds the power of miraculous resurrection, but has he ever been able to get rid of his madness and bloodthirsty will through death? Not only that, death would make Him even more crazy and irritable.

Miracles and resurrections are also the authority held by the old of that way, so death has no effect.

At that long table where the gods of the Redemption Rose gathered, Leodro believed that he was definitely not the only one who thought so, but no one, including himself, refuted Sasril's words.

It was at that moment that Feng Angel suddenly realized something with almost horror:

Everyone at this table had their own thoughts. He looked at them tentatively. What he saw in their eyes was thinking and inquiry. No one really cared whether the ancient sun god's suicide had any effect, or whether In fact, Youshen wanted to make this fake death a real death from the beginning. And Leodro also saw himself in the eyes of others, with a frown on his face and a scheming look on his mind.

He followed the sun god in pursuit of power and higher status.

Suddenly, Leodro understood what he was feeling.

He will finally remember the ambition that was gradually hidden by the peaceful days. Just like when he wanted to snatch the exquisite food from the children of pure-blood elves, now what he wants to snatch away is the status and symbol. This ambition has not disappeared, it has just been temporarily filled and quieted down. One day he will feel hungry again because he is not satisfied with the status quo, and the Redemption Rose has greatly advanced this day.

He also finally understood why, as the King of Angels, he could not suppress all kinds of negative emotions every time he saw Medici and Ourolius, and even became ill-willed towards these two old comrades.

Because He deeply envied these two companions and envied them the opportunity to become gods, while He would always be trapped in the position of the King of Angels and be regarded as a "loyal subordinate" forever.

but……

...On the days when He could see the end and would continue as the wind angel until the end of the world, something suddenly changed.

……

Silence, that tall and majestic figure was like a silhouette melting in the sunlight, out of reach.

Leodro didn't expect any response. He could now rely on this unconvinced and unwilling thought to confirm that he was Leodro. The bright red blood was still flowing from his face and body, and he seemed to have changed. It became a stone statue, constantly cracking under the light and slowly shattering. What fell was not sand and stone but flesh and blood, and what flowed out was the blood possessed by a living being.

"In fact, many times, the body and self-perception are a kind of constraint."

What surprised him was that the man's voice came slowly from the front.

However, it was not in response to His words.

At the same time, the light slowly became brighter, as if the man was walking slowly, with the sun following behind him.

"When there is a body, the ethereal will has a sustenance. The name is like a spell, making something become 'it'."

He said lightly in a voice that was somewhat familiar to Leodro, but more of an unfamiliar one: "It is enough to obey me, fear me, and follow my words. The will and self are too heavy, and the container does not need these." of."

"Leave everything to me."

During their last moments, they talked.

"It's such a pity that you can't be killed...but I'm also glad for it..."

Thousands of years have passed, and Leodro has long since felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a good thing that the ancient sun god died. As one of his subordinates at the time, Leodro didn't think there was anything wrong with writing in the holy scripture that he and other gods led humans to fight. The short rest seemed to have accumulated some strength for him. He reluctantly stood up, his mind was in chaos as if he had been hit hard.

He endured the headache and tried to look in the direction of the sound.

In just ten seconds, Leodro felt that his condition was getting worse and worse. The two guys who were causing trouble in the Kingdom of God were rapidly destroying His foundation and accelerating His collapse.

A strange voice echoed in his mind, like an ancient and obscure whisper, and that person was looking at himself from above.

This is really unpleasant. "Ah……"

Leodro lowered his head, closed his eyes, and staggered towards the human figure shrouded in light.

His skin was in pieces, and even those hard phantom scales had cracked, piercing out from his skin and flesh in random directions, constantly taking away his life force. In the last part of his life, Leodro acted weak and humble.

Although his eyes were closed, he could clearly feel that his forehead was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was getting closer to a stove.

When the temperature finally reached a point that was unbearable for him, Leodro stopped. Under God's gaze, his body swayed, as if he was about to bend down or kneel down - but just as his body The moment he leaned down, his right hand that had been hanging by his side suddenly clenched into a fist, and blood dripped from the fingers.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and Leodro suddenly raised his head. His eyes were empty, leaving only two bleeding holes, but he still looked directly at the face shrouded in the sun so close at hand, and covered his whole body with blood. With all the final strength gathered, He not only wanted to disrespectfully look at the face of the Supreme God, but also punched that face!

God's eyes moved slightly, from a bird's-eye view to a slightly higher bird's-eye view.

He was neither angry nor sad, but looked at the dying and stubborn "vessel" with a kind of pity.

At the moment they faced each other, golden flames suddenly burst out from the sockets of Leodro's missing eyes.

The voice in his head disappeared, as if Leodro had lost his hearing at this moment. The whole world in his mind seemed to be silent, and neither the sound of wind nor the noise existed, because His head was burned by the flames of the sun in an instant.

In the end, the only thing left in His ears was the passing sound of the wind.

Driven by the fists thrown out, His headless body staggered forward two steps, and finally fell in front of God.

It's like the sun has descended here.

His body rapidly dehydrated and turned into a man of fire. The originally strong arms and body shriveled under the light and heat, curling up like a baby and finally being ignited by the flames. Just like a young man in mythology who flew towards the sun with wings made of wax and feathers. Before he could get close to the sun, the wax melted, the feathers were burned away, and he fell down, sinking into the sea forever.

It's all like a magnificent painting, but no one can fully paint it.

The golden flames belonging to the sun burned the remains cleanly, like a burnt offering to the gods, throwing the living sacrifices into the flames, praying that the rising smoke would carry prayers into the ears of the gods.

The cleaner it is burned, the more the sacrifice has been enjoyed by the gods.

"I forgive you," He said.

Those memories were buried again, and those lost sounds resounded. It was like thunder brewing in the silence, and the sound of wind hit the eardrums, releasing the accumulated music together.

The dark clouds covering the dome gradually disappeared, and the bright sunshine once again dominated the sky.

The phantom of the triple crown flashed over God's head, but the relief of a pair of brass eyes above it disappeared.

……

In the Kingdom of God.

Although everything was going steadily for the better, the moment the first ray of sunshine broke through the dark clouds, the Demon of Knowledge secretly said something bad. Since God has officially begun the ceremony of return, Leodro, the sacrificial lamb, will never escape. At this moment, the sun is setting, which means that His spirit has been - to say it has been corroded is a bit vague, and the erosion is only the difference between 0 and 100. Leodro is not being eroded now, but is about to be completely eroded.

Just like weather changes in the real world, when the first ray of sunshine sets, it means that the sky will clear up soon.

The sunlight falls through more and more gaps, as if cutting the world into countless pieces.

The originally rough sea gradually became calm, and the sparkling golden light shone on the sea after the rain. This beautiful scene brought only tension and an endless sense of crisis to the Demon of Knowledge. He suddenly couldn't care about anything else, and he no longer looked at whether his actions were cooperating with Bethel and Klein. He used the White Tower to Taking the highest point as the goal, he rushed forward desperately!

At the moment when he forcibly crashed into the wind barrier, the spirit of the Demon of Knowledge felt a tearing pain.

The impact of electromagnetic waves on information and data is almost devastating, but relying solely on Leodro is not enough to erase His power and spirit. More than half of the information that made up the airship was cut off, leaving only a fragmented skeleton that successfully passed through the protection of the electromagnetic wind. It looked like it was missing pieces here and there, but it maintained its general outline. , like a model that has not been loaded.

The "Omniscient Eye" suddenly looked at Him!

The Demon of Knowledge's sense of crisis suddenly skyrocketed. With this glance, he felt that he was stealing something in front of God's eyes - and it was God's eyes that he stole. However, there is an old saying in the Western Continent that everyone is coming, and the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. He Forcibly suppressing the potential fear of "God" that seemed to be engraved in his instinct, retaining only the elements of yearning and desire, he suddenly let the information turn into a big hand and grab that eye!

boom!

He did catch it. This ray of his ritual was suddenly cut into pieces by the light bursting out of his eyes.

Seeing this, Klein quickly threw out a spiritual thread, maintaining the form of the Demon of Knowledge for an instant, trying to transform everything in this kingdom of God into secret puppets, and constantly seize the power here.

After a breath, the Kingdom of God suddenly turned over, and the sea and sky hung upside down.

The white tower collapsed in the upside-down world, and the sea poured down from the sky. Klein quickly opened the door and escaped with the Demon of Knowledge. The historical projection of Bethel was directly submerged by the sea water, and every drop of water was as heavy as a mountain, directly grinding this phantom into pieces.

Consciousness returns.

The Hidden Sage felt that something suddenly appeared in his hand. The moment he had the idea of ​​"inquiry" in his mind, all the information about the thing appeared in front of his eyes.

"The All-Seeing Eye"

The uniqueness of the "White Tower" approach.

……

At the same time, the original witch, caught in the mad desire for extraordinary characteristics, pulled out the trident that pierced His eyes.

The furious God of Thunder indeed destroyed his eyes, but at the last moment he lost his strength, and his powerful arms could not grasp his authority, so that he did not cause fatal damage to the original witch.

Leodro is dead and no one controls 0-01.

The uniqueness of the "Red Priest" is at hand!

The original witch's eyes regenerated rapidly, and her head of snake hair also took on the important role of eyes during this period. Every black snake looked attentively at the flag that was close at hand. Even though the user has lost all breath, it still spreads out in the air, making everyone present involuntarily become warlike and sinister in their hearts, and spare no effort to continue to stir up disputes.

He discarded the golden trident and rushed directly towards "0-01" suspended in the air in ecstasy!

After countless years, the blood that seemed to have been splashed on the flag had turned dark red and dark black.

The Hidden Sage obtained the "Omniscient Eye" and temporarily lacked the motivation to continue fighting. Lilith had no interest in this thing in the first place. She was still persistently looking for a way to the moon. When the Sons of Chaos caught up, Chike felt extremely angry and directly threw the "Trunsoest Brass Book" in his hand, which was somewhat contaminated by the power of the City of Disaster, into the distance.

The Son of Chaos hesitated for a moment, but still chose his uniqueness.

In the blink of an eye, He had arrived in front of "0-01". The journey was so smooth that the original witch couldn't believe it - she couldn't believe that she had actually waited until this uniqueness was revealed again. , and couldn't believe that he had actually become the first to obtain this unique "disaster" second-path god.

TBC

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He reached out and grabbed the flag, thinking about how to accommodate it.

At this moment, Chike seemed to see a figure emerging from the flag. That figure was Medici, and he seemed to have a more sinister and crazy temperament. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him in! (End of chapter)