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

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The moment the door appeared, the astral realm, which was originally solid and without any flaws, was slightly shaken and disordered.

At this moment, the Son of Chaos, who had been looking for opportunities, suddenly broke away from the scope of the star world. He had never allowed his symbol to establish a connection with the earth, nor had he established a mystical connection with the star world. Now he is even more straightforward. Leaving the realm of God.

"How can it be possible to stay on earth like this!"

"Even if it's a secret request, it's impossible for me to do it!"

"Fortunately, fortunately, there was no substantive contract made at the beginning, and I will not be substantively punished for violating the contract."

"God has returned. No matter what, I can no longer stay on earth to manage Loen. ... Damn it, could it be that the secret had anticipated today and used those words to stabilize me?"

The Son of Chaos rose rapidly, twisting the space quickly, passing through the clouds, and directly reached the edge of the sieve-like barrier full of holes. The colors of the starry sky came into view, and the Son of Chaos suddenly felt the urge to cry as he finally wanted to go home.

"I will definitely be doomed if I stay and face God according to the requirements of the contract, but if I run away directly, I will be in trouble with the secret. Wouldn't I be unlucky no matter what? Damn it, let alone take advantage of it, even if it takes my whole body And I don’t even want to retreat from the mystery!”

I thought I had guessed the mysterious idea, but I really didn't expect this.

"And even if I tear up the contract and escape, I can only take the existing extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness with me, and even the country of disorder here will not have time to take it away... That's all, be patient. When the seal is broken, the country of disorder will inevitably According to the location where the aggregation effect is close to me, I just need to return to my country and wait. What I don’t lack most is time.”

The Son of Chaos cursed and comforted himself.

Now he had to leave the earth in a hurry with the first goal of saving his life. He didn't even have time to pick up the extraordinary characteristics and source material of his path that were left on the earth. Being in such a mess was better than being locked up in the wishing lamp. A little bit.

So be it! It’s much better than losing your life and freedom, right?

With this thought in mind, the Son of Chaos left the barrier and entered outer space.

The surrounding world suddenly became dim, because the sun was no longer outside, but inside the earth, the starry sky was still the same as before, exactly the same as before he came to the earth. Even the positions of the compatriots who had gathered there had not changed. He glanced at the Fallen Mother Goddess, who seemed to be concentrating on what was going on inside the earth and couldn't care less about himself, the guy who had escaped. The Son of Chaos breathed a sigh of relief mentally, and was just about to continue twisting the space to leave, when he heard other gods paying attention to him, showing ridicule and disdain with his spirituality:

"Son of Chaos, when did you come out of that magic lamp?"

Suddenly, more gods noticed Him.

The Son of Chaos suddenly became the focus of attention, and his body, which was completely condensed by flowing shadows, twisted violently.

"It's really amazing to escape from the mysterious hands!"

"Have you enjoyed your stay at Blue Star? You must have a lot of memories since you have been here for so long. Share them with us."

"I still remember how proud you were when you sneaked into the barrier. Can you perform again?"

There are no natural disasters of destruction in this world, but it seems that the natural disasters of destruction have never disappeared. Everyone laughed, and for a moment the outer space of the earth was filled with happy spirituality.

...You guys!

Even if they are not clear about what they have experienced on earth, those who are watching in the sky are somewhat aware of what happened. When they mention it at this moment, they are just trying to embarrass themselves!

The ridicule of his compatriots made the Son of Chaos immediately angry, but now he dared not speak out in anger, and walked on without saying a word.

"He seems to have become a lot weaker."

"His kingdom of disorder is no longer around..."

"The uniqueness of 'The Judge' has the aura of City of Disaster."

"He is incomplete."

"He will be weaker than before for a long time to come."

"Shh, don't act rashly yet. He is still the Black Emperor. If he is killed, he will be resurrected on one of his believer planets..."

However, it's okay to just laugh. It's this sound that makes the Son of Chaos really feel like he's carrying a light on his back.

If it were in the past, He would have severely legislated on the spot to punish all these annoying guys. However, now He lacks fighting power and has to swallow his anger to prevent greedy compatriots who want to find some excitement from looking at him. This extraordinary characteristic of His.

If the Fallen Mother Goddess notices him, he will be doomed once he has just escaped from the den of tigers and wolves.

I’ll settle accounts with you later!

The Son of Chaos quickly found his unconscious half-body of the plant god, the Uncertain Mist. He ignored the eyes staring at him from behind and left the solar system as fast as he could. He swore that he would never return from now on until the end of the universe. Passed by here.

Gods have many eyes and different opinions.

The Son of Chaos left without any hindrance, but after he left, some gods quietly followed him.

……

Fireworks rose from the gaps in the armor, and the will of the City of Disaster seemed to have completely given up on defense at this moment, allowing Chike's snake hair and heavy curses to fall on his body.

He only cares about advancing and attacking crazily, and goes straight to Chike's weakness at every turn. The bloody long sword cuts off the bodies of the snakes, and the flames burn them into gray-white charcoal. The fractures are melted together by the fire, even if they are twisted crazily. It cannot regrow its head even if it moves.

As long as these sealed snakes are attacked again, they will be shattered immediately and will be difficult to regenerate.

If there are no weaknesses, create them!

The occult disease can also work on inanimate existences. Although the flames are burning the surrounding space, the black mist of the disease still firmly occupies a space, constantly looking for opportunities to pounce on Him. Chike also possesses the extraordinary characteristic of "Conqueror", which means that he has quite good melee capabilities. Heavy blows will shatter the enemy's solid armor, but the new hardness will soon fill it.

The entire armor was in tatters, full of cracks, and seemed to be completely shattered, but at the cost of this, the City of Disaster successfully suppressed Chike. Under the increasingly rapid attacks, Chike couldn't help but feel anxious. And tired.

At the same time, He also had a strange feeling during the battle.

Suddenly, this red figure appeared behind him, and the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally at Chike's neck, actually cutting off the entire head.

The flying head and Chick's body turned into broken mirrors and reappeared in the distance.

"Medici!"

The original witch screamed in disbelief: "You are a Medici!"

"You're not dead, you, you... how could that be possible!"

"You appear here now. Could it be that you have already accommodated the City of Disaster?!"

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck. There were no cracks on it, only a light red mark. The original witch's current expression is very exciting, including surprise, astonishment, shock, jealousy...but mostly confusion.

Medici is not the heir of Sefirah Castle. He does not have the unique affinity to the source of matter and the permission of the source of matter. He has failed to contact and was contaminated once before. Why can he still accommodate the source of matter after being swallowed by the City of Disaster? !

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't find it until you die."

The person opposite sneered after a brief silence, and leisurely shook the long sword in his hand, as if out of habit, to dry the non-existent blood on it. He didn't deny it, and there was a familiar feeling from Chick in his actions.

Familiarity, however, is merely Chick's speculation.

Seeing that the other party really admitted his identity, Chike was a little worried about gain and loss, worried that he had stepped into another conspiracy.

"The existence of Seiran is beyond your understanding. Death is not the end, nor is madness..."

Medici's long sword glowed with cold light, and his own face reflected on the mottled blade, looking crazy and weird.

"...When you die, I will explain our existence to you properly."

"What the hell are you!"

You...we...the original witch really feels that her thoughts seem to have stopped. This is the uniqueness of the "Red Priest". It is natural that Medici's spiritual brand exists. He himself also thinks that this is the result of the brand being contaminated. product. However, the monster in front of him used Medici's tone to refer to himself and behaved like Medici, but in his words, he vaguely hinted that he was actually the incarnation of Sefirah!

Medici is dead?

Is this a conspiracy or persona of City of Disaster?

Or has his self merged with the City of Disaster?

Why Medici?

"Call me Medici. For now, I'm quite satisfied with the current situation."

He flicked his sword blade and looked up at Qi Ke casually. He seemed to be amused by the expression on his face, and actually laughed out loud: "You look confused, but I can understand, who Let the mysterious guy hope that he is the red priest."

As he spoke, He raised a hand, and a cluster of flames in his hand transformed into the shape of a playing card.

This thing looked very familiar, and Chick recognized it at a glance. It was the "Red Priest" card in the "Card of Blasphemy". The Witch Sect also found its own way to the "blasphemous card" and kept it as a relatively important sealed artifact.

It turned out that this card was in Medici's hand... As for the mystery's involvement in this matter, Chike would not think about it.

"Become me, I will become the Red Priest. You won't be unhappy when you see it, right? Haha."

The original witch was confused about his spiritual makeup, and the confusion was followed by fear. Medici was able to accept his name so naturally and accept that he was also a part of the natural disaster of destruction. What kind of fusion did this go through?

"Your expression is really interesting. Are you envious of me? No need to be envious...twisted and ugly witch, if you kill me, the flame will continue to burn on your body until one day you are killed and burned to death All." "Although I don't think you will win."

He looked relaxed and content, yet as arrogant as ever. Although he recognizes himself as a Medici, he is also a city of disaster - even a natural disaster of destruction that is gradually awakening - so he does not care about his own demise at all, and feels that this is a normal iteration of success and failure.

"If there is no mysterious intervention, it may be the mad emperor here. Of course, it is just a possibility. After all, he behaved too crazy and perverse after getting my authority. It would be better to be a madman and say that he is a sane commander. Totally inadequate.”

He opened his arms and spat out seductive words full of temptation to Chike:

"Do you understand it?"

"The natural disaster of destruction will not be a fixed person, but the strongest one."

dong dong!

The original witch suddenly heard her own fierce heartbeat, and she admitted that her heart was beating. Although Medici's current appearance made her a little afraid, isn't this the fastest way to obtain the power of the City of Disaster? !

The black mist of the disease had quietly approached Medici during the previous conversation, and suddenly condensed and turned into an entity, locking his legs tightly. The impact as sharp as a blade exploded on the armor, and dazzling sparks erupted. The group searched for the gaps in the armor, trying to inflict the deadly virus on the body inside. Although they could not stop the war angel's blade, they seemed to be a steady stream of them and persevered in stopping him from moving forward.

"Are you going to compare numbers with me?"

He stood surrounded by black mist and raised his chin arrogantly: "I don't know whether to live or die."

The original witch's body was looming in the poisonous mist, and her movements were extremely flexible. In the rapid interlacing, the sharp dagger pierced into the gap in the armor, and with the penetration of huge force, it directly penetrated Lorenzo's palm.

The entire nail sword pierced directly, and unparalleled poison and curse flowed directly along the blade, but Medici didn't care at all, as if there was no pain, Medici suddenly clenched his hand and grabbed the dagger that pierced the palm of his hand.

There was a strong sound coming from above, and the original witch did not let go immediately.

Suddenly, flames began to burn from his feet, and the surrounding black mist was suddenly burned into blue smoke, exuding a pungent burnt smell. A huge army suddenly emerged from Medici's flames, and the dense crowd suddenly made the space crowded.

When Medici still possessed the uniqueness of the "Red Priest", he also possessed the "Red of War".

They have all been spiritually connected to Medici, and there is no doubt that they are all part of the former "War Angel"!

At this moment, through the uniqueness and the special nature of the spiritual connection, He brought back this army that was unstoppable because of Him and also perished because of Him!

War is a group game, an art of gathering people. Even if the highest rank in this army is only a sequence two angel, with the will of Medici and the City of Disaster, they can still follow him after they have turned into spiritual imprints. The conquerors fought against the gods!

Red light rose from their bodies, causing all the poisonous mist to disappear in an instant.

Even Chike was instantly surrounded by enemy troops, with flames pouring out from all directions, as if entering a volcano.

The power of the witch path does not lie in frontal combat, but in curses, beauty, poison, and deadly daggers. Hiding in the darkness and approaching quietly, then exploding all the preparations and abilities in one blow is the assassin's fighting method. It is depressing: for an assassin, depriving him of all assassination opportunities will make him restrained. Live Assassin nearly half the power!

Medici seem to be standing in all directions, and Medici can also appear anywhere through spiritual links!

Medici no longer cares about his own death. Without his greatest fear, he can withstand many attacks and even use his injuries to gain a chance to win. Here, only those who survive regardless of the cost are the final winners.

This is already a gamble on each other's lives. If you are going to be injured, you must make the other party suffer more serious injuries until one of them loses his life and becomes food!

At this time, the original witch's concealment was completely destroyed, but it was not the time to do anything.

"It's too late."

Medici had a cold smile on his face.

Just before Chike's body was about to disappear again, all the War Red members launched an attack! Countless extraordinary abilities and arrows and blades were aimed at the snake-haired witch, but they still failed to hit him.

At the critical moment, Chike seemed to have used the ability of the City of Disaster to make some War Red members obey his orders, causing considerable chaos in the military formation, so that the attacks became chaotic, and only about half of them were still alive. Flying towards Chike.

Just when she was about to hit, the original witch deflected her body and fell into the Medici trap.

The next moment, the flames and the army pressed forward even more closely, directly cornering the original witch into a blind corner!

But He doesn't seem to realize it yet.

The pale light fell, accompanied by the roar of the wind.

Medici's sword pierced Chike's shoulder, missing the vital point! Blood spilled from his shoulder, flowed down the long black skirt and tulle, spread over the palm of his hand, and extended to the crystal dagger in his hand that was like an ice cube, outlining the outline of the invisible sharp knife.

"Oh?"

Medici's eyebrows raised slightly.

He looked at his long sword, looked at the original witch who was hit by him, and said something meaningful:

"I'm lucky..."

There was a trace of doubt in Chike's heart instead of happiness. The next thought that followed was horror. At this moment, Medici's sharp long sword cut off Chike's shoulder and collarbone. The hot temperature suddenly rushed from the bones. passed over.

In an instant, Chike felt the severe pain spread from the pierced place to the whole body. His nerves faithfully conveyed every feeling. His soul screamed in extreme pain and burning, trying to escape, in defeat. Amid the fear, Chike felt a sudden joyful emotion appear in his mind. It was because the aura of the City of Disaster was merging in his body, occupying his mind and brain!

Medici pinned the snake-haired witch with burning flames until Chic's body also ignited with white flames.

His body was filled with blazing heat, and the smell of ashes reverberated at the tip of his nose.

Chick has just become his own fuel and cannot have such an aura. That was the aura on his body—this soul had been burned once, leaving only ashes with terrifying heat.

"You will get used to this pain." Medici said with a calm and crazy smile on his face.

"I did have good luck today. I will thank Him later."

The flames spread to Medici's body along the long sword, and then to every silent War Red. The sea of ​​​​fire expanded quietly. There were no living people here, and no dead people, only those burned by the flames of the City of Disaster. Burnt and unburned.

The flames of disaster will sweep across the world again, and everyone can become the fuel to make this flame brighter.

In the end, everything was burned by wildfire, and only one person was left in the fire.

In His hand was a transparent dagger that looked like it was carved out of ice. Immediately afterwards, the dagger turned into a woman's face. The face's eyes were closed, the features were carefully carved, the brows were expressive, and the corners of the eyes were raised, with endless charm.

It seems that he still thinks that the dagger is better. He turned the uniqueness into a weapon again and pierced his heart.

TBC

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Blazing white flames suddenly rose on 0-01. The flames became extremely fierce in the blink of an eye and engulfed the original witch's body.

In an instant, the stars belonging to Chike in the star world suddenly went out!

The star symbol disappeared, but his body moved. The flames turned into white meteors, wrapping around Chike and 0-01. Taking advantage of the unstable moment of the star world, he rushed out, with a clear goal and headed directly below. world!

The white flaming meteor streaked across the flickering sky, bypassing the moon and the sun. When approaching the southern continent, a red ray of light was also attracted by this powerful aggregation ability, and instantly merged into the flames. middle.

Immediately afterwards, a figure gradually emerged from the white flames.

That hard woman seemed to be a peerless beauty, with long flame-like red hair, a bright and majestic appearance, and an aggressive beauty.

The flames gradually created this human figure like a clay doll. The flames extinguished from her feet, and the thick armor gradually appeared. The red patterns carved ancient and mysterious patterns on the black armor, followed by long red lines. Hair, sharp sword and the young and handsome face of the war angel.

The mark of the flag was still on his forehead, but his eyes were no longer iron-black, but as red as solidified blood.

He moved his muscles a few times casually, looked around at his current appearance in the sea water at his feet, and then chuckled with satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, He entered the spiritual world and headed straight for the River of Eternal Darkness.

The seven lights of the spirit world looked at him quietly, exchanged a few looks back and forth, and decided to report the matter to the master of the spirit world.

Some distance away from Calderon and the River of Eternal Darkness, He stopped, held his hands together like a trumpet, and shouted loudly inside:

"Big snake!"

……

Ourolius was shocked, and his mouth tightened.

He hesitated and looked at Medici's death mark in front of him, but the latter said as if he didn't care at all:

"I'm here to find you, why don't you go over?"

"..."

Ourolius' lips tightened.

"I need to digest the current situation." (End of Chapter)