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

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Appearing in front of the Demon of Knowledge again, there were still only two of them within the scope of the Knowledge Wilderness. Klein asked:

"Anything else?"

He felt that something was not right. The Demon of Knowledge seemed to be hiding something from him, but this was not strange. Everyone had their own agenda.

"Something about stabilizing your spirits."

The Demon of Knowledge answered vaguely: "I said before that your spirit has been affected too much by mysteries and you need some treatment. And the best psychiatrist in the world is your enemy, and Adam, the 'writer', is far behind." I’m not qualified, so I can only ask for other help.”

This is good news for him. The Knowledge Wilderness fought against the aura of Origin Castle and temporarily relieved Klein's mental pressure. He was a little happy:

"Is there anything you can do?"

The Demon of Knowledge nodded.

"Tell me." Klein looked at the Southern Continent in the real world and frowned slightly. "If you need any help from me, you can just tell me. After the situation stabilizes, I still have things to do."

"It's not me who can help you." The Demon of Knowledge said, "I just brought you here."

……

The crimson moonlight and the blazing sunlight tore at each other.

Although their battlefield is far away in the sky, the spiritual dispersion and mystical symbols caused by every move still affect the operation of the entire world.

In countless collisions and battles, the light of the red moon became weaker and weaker, and the plump and soft woman lamented.

He looked at the Omniscient and Almighty with a sad look in his eyes. He no longer tried to stuff this "rebellious child" into his body and give birth to it again. Instead, He called out His name with a sad and gentle voice, just like a mother. Calling the lost child, eager to rekindle the attachment and love for the mother in the other person's heart.

Those sounds weave beautiful children's songs and lullabies, which will evoke the softer side of anyone who listens to them.

However, it is difficult for the incarnation of the Mother Goddess to overwhelm God in terms of power without the "brother's nest", and this kind of attack that forcibly establishes a mystical connection is even less likely to be effective.

Not to mention that there is no mother for the innate mythical creature - not even a conceptual mother, so the concept of a "mother goddess" is meaningless.

God also gave him a cold look and prepared to tear this incarnation into pieces while it was not too powerful, splitting it into extraordinary characteristics seals.

After all, the pillar-level Old Ones have transcendent power. Even if the fallen mother goddess in the starry sky loses two pathways and loses the "filthy mother nest", she still has the ability to challenge them, although she may not be able to win. But it won't be as scary as other ordinary old days. Now that he has been secretly calculated to have a holiday with the Mother Goddess in advance, he will definitely be the first to receive the Mother Goddess's warm greetings when he enters the starry sky in the future.

In this case, there is an incarnation that carries two pathways and is not contaminated with much source of breath. Of course, he wants to take advantage of his illness to gain access to him.

The sky above "Lilith" suddenly became dark, and at the same time it seemed as if a hundred suns were casting their blazing light on His location at the same time. However, just when God was about to take action on his idea, "Lilith" "It seemed that he sensed the danger he was about to face, and he immediately gave up on the meaningless trembling with God, and turned around and left without any hesitation.

His speed was extremely fast, like a red moon rising into the sky, reaching the atmosphere almost instantly. It only takes another blink of an eye to pass through the barrier and go to the fallen mother goddess.

Of course God is not happy to see Him return to the fallen Mother Goddess with extraordinary characteristics, but the earth is not that big, and the escape speed of the dual-path True God is too fast.

But in the flash of lightning, he already had an idea. In the sky in the direction of the western continent, the condensed gray fog seal shook as if it was suddenly attacked fiercely. The huge illusory sea that seemed to contain all colors suddenly Huge waves were set off, washing away the gray fog seal one after another.

The seal was attacked by a being of the same personality as the Lord of Mysteries. In an instant, the breath of many sources of matter rushed out from behind.

The next moment, "Lilith" suddenly stopped moving.

Only a few dozen meters away from the barrier, "Lilith" slowly turned around.

He looked steadily in the direction of the Western Continent, and his appearance began to change. Sometimes his face was that of the mysterious and elegant "ancestor of the blood race", sometimes it turned into the soft and plump Omi Bella, and in the end, he was influenced by the "Western Continent". Under the influence of "Filthy Mother's Nest", his appearance and clothes gradually took on the style of the Western Continent, turning back into the image of a fairy living in a palace on the moon in ancient mythology.

It's just that this fairy from the Moon Palace who came out of the world in myth is dressed in red, her lips are as red as blood, and there is a red moon floating behind her moist black hair. She looks very different from the myth.

As if he was suddenly no longer controlled by the "Fallen Mother Goddess", he had his own thoughts, turned around and quickly headed towards the direction of the Western Continent.

Rather than returning to his mother's "daughter", He seemed to want to try out whether he could become a pregnant "mother".

There can only be one "Mother" of the universe. When He becomes the controller of the source of the Western Continent, he will inevitably have a battle with the fallen Mother Goddess in the starry sky, and his priority will be higher. Before this, God did not need to worry about being interfered by the fallen mother goddess.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize that whether he could go to the Western Continent depended on God's thoughts.

He no longer had the strong hostility as before, wandering in the outside world, walking irregularly along the coast of the Eastern Continent, looking for the breath of the source of matter.

God turned his sight to the spiritual world, and when his eyes came into contact with two figures, one red and one white, the God of War smiled at the omniscient and omnipotent one, but his fingers were resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Orochi, don't you ask me what I'm looking at?" Medici said suddenly.

Ourolius glanced at him: "What are you looking at?"

Medici's fingers tapped the hilt inlaid with bone, and he grinned happily:

"I'm looking at a fake, Orochi, and I don't like Him."

"I'm taking a look at Klein... to see if this kid who has inherited the identity and power of the Lord of Mysteries is going to do anything later."

……

Before Klein could think about the meaning of these words, he felt that the air around him suddenly became extremely cold. It's Him. Klein suddenly understood the identity of the visitor, so he looked at the demon of knowledge with a somewhat strange look, looking at the wilderness of knowledge that was eroding the surrounding space.

Another force came here quickly. This was the aura of the second source of matter, and it actually united to surround Klein.

The most important thing is that the two source materials transferred their power at the same time, which not only suppressed the Source Castle, but also made Klein almost completely lose his perception of the outside world!

Just when Klein felt that his territory was being violated and instinctively felt that his mood was starting to get worse, the Demon of Knowledge suddenly reached into his cuffs and pulled out a silver mirror with carved edges.

"This is also for you. It returns to its original owner."

The Demon of Knowledge said: "If you don't want to think of it as a souvenir, you can also think of it as my reward for you, and Adam is a gift."

This cold joke was too contrasting when told from the upright face of the Demon of Knowledge, interrupting Klein's "dissatisfaction" mood.

Arrodes was as quiet as a real mirror in the hands of the Demon of Knowledge, but after Klein reached out to take it, he immediately spat out large chunks of red letters with crying expressions like a typewriter. Klein ignored the mirror that started setting off fireworks and complaining as soon as he got it, and looked at the face of the Demon of Knowledge with a half-smile:

"...Maybe I don't have the option to refuse?"

"You have." The Demon of Knowledge said bluntly, "You don't have to worry about us being disadvantageous to you. Our goal is to cooperate anyway. At least you and I don't want to fight on this planet. You are already the Lord of Mysteries, No one can force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

Is that right?

It seems so.

If they are strongly hostile to themselves, in this case, the other old one can directly assassinate themselves instead of revealing their identity and location.

Klein did not answer immediately. The Demon of Knowledge's behavior was not considered a betrayal, nor did it make him angry. It just slightly reminded him of some bad memories. But if the visitor really has a way to stop the Lord of Mysteries from corroding his spirit, then he won't care about this little calculation.

"Hi."

A familiar voice sounded behind him, seeming to calm Klein down a little like magic.

He put away Arrodes, turned his head, and saw a lifeless world, and an invisible huge figure that looked like a beast or a skeleton.

With the instinct of a creature, Klein reflexively searched for the eyes of this mythical creature completely hidden in the darkness, but he only saw the monster's skull without any flesh and blood, weird vines entangled in the eye sockets, and several holes. The half-dead flowers bloomed in the eye sockets.

If those were His eyes, then Klein was looking at Him.

From his decayed vocal cords, He issued a brisk voice that was completely inconsistent with his appearance:

"Is this the first time we've met?"

"If a god had told me tens of thousands of years ago that one day I would be able to communicate face-to-face with the Secret, I would have definitely turned around and left without forgetting to curse Him a few words." The Outer God sighed, sounding very humane, "But how long has it taken? Things happen, don’t they? I’m also surprised that today happened.”

"Can your authority suppress the mysterious will?"

Klein didn't want to talk nonsense, but he didn't doubt it now, because he felt his spirit calm down just by being close to the opponent's source. Although there was no death-like silence on the spot, it was a bit too calm.

"Oh, I don't dare to say that. The pillars were much stronger than us in the past. If I had such great ability, I wouldn't need to encourage the demon of knowledge to dare to chat with the secrets."

With this vivid tone, Klein could almost imagine a person shaking his head in front of him, looking careless.

Although he said this, the giant skeleton beast did not show any fear.

"It's incredible to say."

Klein waited for his next words, but unexpectedly he suddenly said something completely unrelated:

"Now the gods are fighting on their own, and no one cares about things on the ground. This is a good opportunity to steal. The situation is so suitable, and faced with such temptation, the Destroying Natural Disaster actually chose to stay quietly in the spirit world instead of taking advantage of the current situation. It’s really unimaginable for chaos to come out and cause trouble... He must have gained very valuable experience on this planet, right?"

"Ah, maybe it's because of God, that's understandable."

After He said this, he changed the subject very directly without any supplements or explanations:

"Regarding your mental problems, I have two treatment plans, but neither of them is to suppress the mysterious consciousness, but to prolong your existence."

……

This is a bleak starry sky, the stars are exhausted and full of death.

Within the pitch-black curtain, only sporadic points of light were flickering, and such light was like an afterglow in the wind. It seemed that it would be completely extinguished in the next second, plunging the starry sky into eternal darkness.

Below is a deep black, shrouded in starry sky.

There seemed to be mist or liquid flowing in the deep darkness. The shadow of a ruined city sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, like a projector with poor signal, or like two forces fighting for the city.

In the center of the city is the source of the tributary, which gives it the appearance of a ruined well. The dim starry sky slowly pressed down, and the broken limbs and skeletal arms connected by vines hung from a high place, reaching out to the ruined city and the "river" surging in the center. There seems to be something hidden behind the starry sky. As the mystical connection is established, the invisible force wraps around Calderon's shadow bit by bit, relentlessly pulling it into this decaying world and the failing stars. Under the gaze.

This "competition" is proceeding slowly, and no one knows how long it will take for the city to be completely snatched away, but what is known is that as long as this goal can be achieved, no matter how long the time is, it will be fleeting.

Of course, the "fight" has always been accompanied by resistance.

In the long and short tug-of-war, this tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness, which already had its own self, did not intend to surrender. Its incarnation roared, which was blocked by layers and turned into an indistinct whisper. However, even such a weak sound carries the power to command all the undead and the mark of death.

The entire space began to violently stir, causing the entire starry sky to become slightly distorted.

The sound of rushing water sounded.

The ferocious shadow broke through the water, splashing countless water droplets. Each water droplet reflected the dim starry sky. It was so calm and transparent that under its reflection, people felt like they were among the stars. in the illusion.

The dead came along the waters of the Styx. They roared out of the water, stretched out their withered, pale, and scarred arms. They pressed together one after another, like a foolish blood sacrifice. The sacrifices buried at the foot of the houses and city walls came to life at the same time. Countless withered hands grabbed hold of Calderon, tearing at the ends of its limbs from the starry sky, fighting for it. They were like hungry ghouls, crying like babies, like bugs and ants trying their best to prevent Calderon from being dragged further into the present world.

The flowers opened their eyes, and the bones cursed, depriving them of their ability to move in large areas, trapping them in the gap between life and death, unable to move.

Calderon's phantom is quietly processed on the illusory water surface. The face and remains of the deceased create a terrifying picture underwater, like blooming flowers one after another. The two sides reached a stalemate, and it could neither fully enter the stars nor return to the water.

More power has been invested from behind the stars, and the contenders are determined to capture the power of this tributary. Even if they cannot accommodate it now, they must cut it off and keep it by their side temporarily.

I don't know how long it took, but in this long silence, time became extremely slow, or it was very fast.

The balance was suddenly broken at a quiet moment. The illusory river water was suddenly dyed with a blood-red color, as if large swaths of blood were fainting in it. Many undead souls were melted into it before they could even let out a wailing cry, and a large number of 's living beings together became someone's blood sacrifice to the Sefirot to obfuscate control.

The incarnation of Sefirah also suffered some kind of blow. His opponent changed from an ordinary and even somewhat restrained enemy to a concept that death could not touch. Various methods of weakening and sealing came one after another. The offensive was reversed, and he fell in a moment. into a dangerous situation.

Without the interference of the incarnation, this tributary was suddenly dragged further into the decaying world of stars.

The whole world shook violently, trying to incorporate the concepts of "death" and "the end" into its own symbols.

……

The main body fell into temporary madness.

Fortunately, this level of madness has not yet been transmitted to the spirits inside the earth through mystical connections. The Lord of Withering is still joking as if nothing has happened:

"The first option is for me to bless you."

"The curse reads 'strength weakens, self strengthens'."

"I know what you are worried about. It's not like I have never seen a schizophrenic god. I can choose which personality to bless." The outer god said, "You are now equivalent to the human side of the Lord of Mysteries. After all, he has not obliterated it. You, in a sense, have acknowledged your existence.”

“Is it a blessing or a curse?”

"I will curse your divinity to become weaker and weaker, and in contrast, your humanity will become more active. In the old days, this was one of the most vicious curses, comparable to making normal people insane, but for you, It is a blessing.”

Things always have two sides. This is not a direct curse for the mysterious weakness of will, but a strengthening of me... Klein nodded to express his understanding.

"My—half body used this curse to allow the originally crazy True Creator to regain his rationality through the ceremony of the Son of God's arrival, but the price was that His power also became extremely weak, and he fell directly from a born mythical creature to a weak and pitiful low-level creature. Sequence, even the characteristic of being 'invisible' has been lost."

"But He can still be promoted and can still gradually regain his divinity. For the sake of my own life safety, we will be clear after leaving the earth. I will not provide you with after-sales service. This is a one-time thing."

The Outer God didn't intend to tell Klein that he could actually directly curse Mystery to become weaker - after all, the co-effect of that would be that Mystery's power would become stronger. From now on, everyone will be the enemy, so why should we give them a "strength enhancement"?

No, the Demon of Knowledge also kept quiet tacitly.

He was looking at his hands and didn't care at all what the two people opposite were discussing. Several square boxes were being held and played with by Him like walnuts, while half of Intis in the northern continent had become a white field.

Klein was not in a hurry to make a choice, he asked:

"What about the other one?"

"The other one is, 'Record'."

"Record." Klein thought of the record officer of the "Gate" pathway.

"It's different from the extraordinary ability you're familiar with."

The Outer God seemed to hear Klein's voice, and then the shadows surged, with rustling sounds and the noise of hard objects rubbing against each other. A human-like forelimb of an arm stretched out from the darkness, one meter long. There is an object floating on Duolong's fingertips.

Klein looked at the object with a strange expression.

"...Is this a record?"

"Originally I wanted to make it into a CD, but my aesthetic is more retro, so I chose a record."

"This is to facilitate your understanding. After all, if I still use books, it will make you even more confused about the difference between this and 'recording', right?"

No, I don't want to know why this thing is the way it is. "Is this your extraordinary ability? What does it mean?"

The "finger" stood up, and the black record swayed from side to side above the fingertip.

"As you can see, my 'record' is to store a past."

"Therefore, my authority is 'memory'."

……

The Lord of Withering heard the voice of his true body. He found that the influence of the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness seemed to be quite large, probably because the concepts were somewhat conflicting, and he forcibly introduced another one before his own source of essence was completed. The essence, the spirit of the original body is now many times better than before.

This made it a little difficult for him to maintain logical thinking for the time being. In order not to let Klein see it, he paused slightly and pretended to be inscrutable.

Suddenly, he found that the demon of knowledge was looking at him secretly.

He asked in a language beyond the stars:

"Where did your sacrifice to the River of Eternal Darkness come from?"

Within the scope of the knowledge wilderness, no one can obtain knowledge as long as the demon of knowledge is not willing. Therefore, Klein did not understand their conversation - even to human senses, this language was like whispering in the ear. The sound of the wind blowing gently.

The Lord of Withering suppressed his disordered spirit and the instinctive excitement and ecstasy brought about by the completion of the symbol, and replied with a smile in another alien language:

"Didn't you see it?"

"Sorry, did you scare your disciples in the Western Continent?"

"I originally just wanted to drain all their lives, but it might be better to sacrifice the body and soul together?"

"I told him that doing this would allow everyone's power to converge on him, so he did it... I like him very much, but it's a pity that he is too stupid and stupid, and he thinks he is very smart... Blood When it was flowing down the stairs like a waterfall, he was still asking me when I would receive the pardon."

"Ah, what a pity. I originally planned to treat them well, but fighting for the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness is more important... I know this is against the rules, so as compensation, I will take away their souls..."

He spoke incoherently as always, as if he was answering a question or talking to himself.

Forcibly accommodating the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness made his already somewhat neurotic character even weirder, and the sound of the wind became a little chaotic, with an intrusive chuckle.

……

memory.

He continued.

"The universe has memory, time has memory, planets, mountains and oceans also have memory. Even if I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can read these memories. This can be a certain historical image, it can be a soul, a personality, a city …Of course, it can also easily carry one’s memories.”

Klein's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately understood what the other party meant.

"You can't record extraordinary abilities, you can only record history and scenes?"

"Don't put it so bluntly...otherwise why would I keep saying I'm weak?"

In Klein's imagination, the human figure shrugged and continued with a smile:

"But I can use these records and concepts as a means of attack."

"However, the memory of objects is just a video tape, but human beings not only forget to protect themselves, but also wear and tear over time. They also beautify themselves and others in memory, so human memory is deceptive."

"I can make a record of your life so far for you. You can load it at any time as long as you need it, find yourself, and recall your life and thoughts at the time. However, you will inevitably develop over time. And gradually you will be unable to understand yourself. Until one day, when you look at your own memories, you will not feel that it is you, but will feel that it is a small and boring stranger. Until one day, you will feel bored and will never remember yourself again. .”

"I used this power to let the True Creator pick up the unbearable past, help Him find himself, and be directly promoted from Sequence 3 to True God."

This sounds like a good choice, but it also has hidden dangers - Waishen added in a good-natured way:

"However, the reason why He was able to use my power to return to the top in one fell swoop is because He did accept and admit the past, and admitted that it was Himself. If He avoids talking about it and separates His past self from the present, then the relationship between Him and the real body will be different. The connection will also be severed by me, and he will be unable to accept the past and inherit the power. His personality will also be locked in Sequence 3 by me, and he will never be able to move forward unless he abandons this new body that he finally succeeded in descending into."

"And I got a new record by witnessing His return, which I loved and the effect of it was so interesting that it made me cringe a little bit."

"Which one do you choose?"

Klein stared at the record. After a while, he asked:

"I choose 'memory'."

"Looking into one's own heart for a long time and feeling one's own changes little by little is a kind of terrifying torture." The voice of the outer god came from the night-like darkness. It was not an advice, but a statement of facts to his guests, " It's a slow death, like watching yourself gradually be replaced by another person. For you earth creatures, embarking on the extraordinary path is already considered death once. Do you intend to spend hundreds of thousands of years in the future? Do you want to continue to die slowly like this?"

"Being able to feel pain proves that I am still me, at least it proves that I still have the remnants of 'Zhou Mingrui' and 'Cline Moretti'."

Klein shrugged, as if he was joking nonchalantly.

He didn't know that Zaratul had also torn open his own wounds in this way, opened up the pain in his heart, and then said similar words as a joke. Two high-ranking people in the diviner path had the same thing in a place that no one expected. Insights:

"Intercept my memories from the Old Era and Sequence Two, and give them to me."

Because after that, almost every decision I made had the participation of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and I was no longer the complete me.

"It's very simple." The foreigner changed his mind and said, "Are you sure about this?"

"determine."

"Then you take a step forward and get closer to my sphere of influence - relax a little more, otherwise I won't be sure to completely reproduce these memories."

Klein did not move forward. He asked:

"What do you want to gain by coming to help me?"

The Outer God looked at Klein and smiled disapprovingly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool and I won't affect the things you value."

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The battle in the Southern Continent emerged in His mind, and in Calderon, the huge monster had used its own essence to isolate contact as much as possible.

His intuition told him that it wouldn't be long before the plan would move to the next step.

"I do need you to do something for me, but... now that I think about it, maybe you will be happy to do it for me?" (End of Chapter)