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

Chapter 460 A Unique Choice
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Backlund, late at night.

Audrey, who felt that the potion had digested a little more, actively used the "dream shuttle" to leave her mansion and come to various dreams in the surrounding area.

When she realized that the preferential treatment of Intis's relatives came from her own strength, she was even more eager to go further.

Just like this "shuttle", she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This is a noble lady with whom she has a good relationship. She is 29 years old and married a viscount the year before last.

At this time, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room, the bed was white, and a pair of heart-shaped rings were placed, while the sound of knocking came from the window.

The lady's cheeks were flushed, and she walked there quickly and opened the window.

A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, embraced the lady, and whispered:
"I will take you out of pain."

Then, the two began to entangle in various ways and rolled all the way to the bed.

As a "dream walker" who is trying to digest the potion, Audrey has seen similar scenes a long time ago, passed through the shy stage, and lamented that everyone's dreams are so colorful and imaginative. At this time, She didn't lose her composure at all, maintaining the etiquette that an "audience" should have, as if she was witnessing an extreme drama.

After a little inspection, she found a problem:
The man wearing the black iron mask was not the spouse of the lady, but more like a playboy in the noble circle.

"Is this a reflection of the thoughts hidden in my heart?" Audrey said to herself with an academic attitude of dream analysis.

Audrey couldn't help but exited the dream, wanting to see the state of the Viscount and his wife in reality.

In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the big white bed, the Viscount hugged his wife, who hugged him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, it must be realized that everyone has a dark side. Simply using dreams and thoughts to 'convict' everyone will fall into hell, and no one will be spared, including myself... like Extraordinary people of the 'Prisoner' path, including me, can understand, recognize and control their dark side, so that it can never enter reality, and for most people, it is considered very good..."

Audrey felt more and more that playing "Dream Walker" was a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She entered the dream again and "shuttled" to other areas.

Not long after, she came to a warm "room".

There are thick carpets and a dining table with an old lady with gray hair at the main table.

There was a middle-aged man and woman and three underage children on both sides of her. They were all lighting candles, tasting delicious food, talking and laughing, and were very happy.

Outside the room, it was dark and deep, and the wind blew the glass rattling, brewing the feeling of terror before the disaster struck.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about?" Audrey withdrew from the dream, trying to find answers from reality and verify her speculation.

She immediately saw a small bed and the old lady with gray hair.

On the bedside table of the old lady, there were photo frames one after another. They were either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers. They were a middle-aged couple and three underage children.

Audrey turned her head and looked out the window in silence, only to see the ruins left by the bombing near the house.

The noble lady pursed her lips, and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.

She didn't try to prevent the disaster that might come, but she just took a chair and sat beside her, watching the happy and warm family seriously and intently.

Amidst the whistling wind and the shaking of the glass, the room was brightly lit, the food was fragrant, and laughter continued.

Audrey summed up the "Dream Walker" performance rules as follows:
"The traveler in the dream, has been here, seen, recorded but not interfered, just a 'spectator'."

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sun.

Light, warmth, vitality and new hope.

People looked at the envoy on the high platform with full expectation. For the people of Land Abandoned by God, there is no more noble and beautiful symbol than this.

When the black mist no longer floated out of the entire Moon City's residents, Klein gradually stopped pouring spirituality into the cross.Watching the golden cross in his hand gradually lose its light, like dusk and the setting sun coming for the second time, people's eyes showed reluctance, and they also had expectations for the next development.

They all knew in their hearts that after demonstrating the authority and promise of the Sun God, the next step was to symbolize the "fool".

But no one knew that the "Angel of the Fool", who had been leading the progress of the festival with a calm and even alienated attitude, was now stuck.

According to "Klein Moretti"'s experience of participating in one of the few large-scale sacramental ceremonies, after the bishop finishes speaking in the first stage, the choir or the scheduled speaker should carry out the second stage of atmosphere setting At the same time, the band will start to play, and the bishop and the Extraordinary of the church will also use some extraordinary means to influence the crowd, resonate with everyone's spirituality, and further strengthen people's beliefs... Klein rolled his eyes to the left and then Look, there is no atmosphere group, no choir, and no band.

The difficulty of the current hymn is still a bit too high for me... Klein even learned "Apocalypse of the Night" when he was playing Dwayne Dantès, so it is not wrong to copy and change the words now Difficult, but stuttering may occur.

There may be someone in Yuecheng who can compose hymns, but this will make him a very failed missionary.

Is silence in this situation better than stuttering or saying a word to stop?
Gehrman Sparrow is a ruthless fanatic and missionary image, how about I give the high priest a look and let him think of a way?

The answer must be made as soon as possible, otherwise they will collectively pray to Amon in their hearts!

Klein let the sunlight gradually disappear in his hands, and made a serious expression, leaving this blank time to everyone's imagination.Of course, the residents of Moon City would not question the actions of the envoys. In their eyes, no matter what the envoys did, it was God's will. Only a young man wearing a monocle pushed his glasses with a half-smile and observed This Mister Fool's performance.

"Is it going to make up a new honorable name now, and take away the direction of the main body?"

He had already fully seen Klein's thoughts, so the smile on his face gradually became vicious: "It's useless, even if you change the content, I can still deceive other people, if you really use your honorable name to separate you from the main body Separated, then I can also use grafting..."

"Although there are no angels here, but by gathering the power of all clones, I can reach the level of angels in terms of strength."

"Mr. Fool, you have given me Origin Castle, why don't you quietly take your fate and find a corner to struggle, wait for him to wake up on you in the future, and come to the land abandoned by gods to save these people Woolen cloth?"

"Probably because he wanted to."

Amon was just talking to himself and didn't expect anyone to answer him, but a person squeezed into his row from the crowd and answered his words casually.

Amon's eyes widened suddenly, and he slowly looked in that direction.

The Lord of Withering showed him the most polite eight-teeth smile recorded in "Human Etiquette - A Book of Decaying Kings", and then quickly put away the smile, imitating Amon's mocking smile just now Expression: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I still miss you little Mongolian bastards. What am I saying? You didn't cooperate with my investigation before, so now I'm going to add trouble to you."

After frightening Amon, he looked up at Klein in a good mood.

"What's the reason? I probably feel that the people here are miserable and pitiful, and I have accepted the request of the real creator, so I have an obligation to save them. You may not understand, but according to my observation, human beings are like this."

"I can understand, isn't it just for the anchor?"

"Probably so, but there are other reasons. Human beings are very complicated creatures. You can't understand them just by thinking about them." The smile on the face of the outer god deepened, "Or, do you want to try to be a human being?" Feel?"

Amon pinched his eye sockets and shook his head.

At this moment, Klein on the stage had been silent for nearly half a minute. As a transitional link, it was almost time to end.

Amon stared at the Outer God, wanting to see how He would help him, but saw the other party looking left and right, and suddenly took out a strange-looking embrace harp from nowhere as if by magic.

"I can't sing, so I just applied for side assistance."

The Withering Lord blinked at Amon: "And I know that my off-field assistance will not refuse to record this epic scene."

Amon frowned: "You are not yet at Sequence 4, and you don't even have divinity..."

In a land where there is no connection to the spirit world, and no prayers will be answered, come here with such a tattered container and provoke us, do you have any other means, confident and sure that the sum of your power is equal to that of an angel of us all kill?
What's more, even if they kill us, they can still find a way to pass on the information, as well as the main body above Origin Castle!
"Look at what you said... isn't divinity our nature?" The smile on the outer god's face became more and more fake, but he still taught Amon patiently, "I didn't choose the demigod vessel because of that It will limit my divinity to the level of a demigod."

"Can't you tell the difference between impurities and essence?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and plucked the strings, as if he was testing the sound.

"Whether this is a song of doom, or a new unfinished epic... depends on who will win in the end."

He whispered.At the moment when the voice sounded, it seemed that everyone's hearts and minds were stirred, even Klein himself was no exception. An indescribable voice directly rang in the depths of everyone's heart.

This voice is like a man, a woman, an old man, a child, the wind, or an animal.Quirky and sweet, like a spiritual resonance.It cannot be described accurately at all, even in human language, and when people try to recall, they will find that they cannot repeat even a single syllable.

"Close your eyes, we still suffer to this day;
"The body is exhausted, and I don't know how the future will flow;
"God, please answer our prayers and listen to our cries. If salvation is far away in the sky, where should we go..."

Unknowingly, everyone felt that their spirit had been baptized, and their spirituality was naturally expressed.

They collectively entered a trance state, experiencing the "miracle" that connected everyone's will and spirit.Even Amon in the crowd couldn't break away from the picture depicted by the singing. After all, it was the singing of another god thousands of miles away.

Fortunately, He didn't add some foul language to it.

Klein was also in a trance for a moment, but the privilege of being awake in the dream still existed. He was only in a daze for a moment, then recovered immediately, and then began to look for the existence that made the sound in the crowd.

He saw nothing, only the indescribable voice was still singing slowly in his mind, like some kind of prelude.

"Someone is helping me..."

Klein was refreshed. The song came at the right time, which relieved his embarrassment, and made the hymn he had made up in his mind useless for half a minute—but it was a good thing. Klein immediately put the cross back into the historical projection, Then he grabbed it in the air and pulled out the "Life Cane".

He raised the cane high, pouring a huge amount of spirituality into it.

A small flower bloomed from the top of the cane, and the green brilliance visible to the naked eye spread around him, like a warm spring breeze.

The wind blows over people's bodies, the scars gradually fade, the sarcoma splits and then repairs itself, and the severed limbs grow out of the crack again. Those bent and deformed bones, all limbs that should not appear, are all taken away by the wind, A healthy and sound body was left behind.

And the people in Moon City seemed to have really entered the dreamland, their consciousness resonated, and they were moved forward by the indistinct singing.

"The sun is shining on the earth, and the world is still full of life;
"Another god has come to you, like the first;
He thought about it.

"He is as old as the Sun God, from the same age;
"He has never forgotten you, and engraved the oath in his heart;

"Make a choice, cling to the past, or embrace the new;
"Hang the sun upon your breast;
"Or believe in Him, and it will bring you salvation."

They seem to have seen the dark world of the past 1000 years, and the dark and dangerous land is now sunny.

In an extremely distant place, at the end of the field of vision, there are the figures of their parents, their wives, their husbands, their friends, their teachers and seniors wandering in the wilderness. These dead who have not seen the sun are at this moment Bathed in the light, no matter what sufferings they have suffered in life, they are walking on the land with a smile at this moment, waving their arms towards them.

But they don't feel joy, because the singing is full of sadness, because they can't move their feet, they can't get close to those who have passed away.

"All who have gone before death;
"All who are yearning for tomorrow;

"Life is beautiful, but always fleeting;
"Go and follow the backs of the predecessors, and guide the descendants who find their way."

Those people who wandered in the dreamland showed strong sadness again, as if they understood that they really had to say goodbye.

Joy and sadness are intertwined. They recalled all the beautiful fragments of the past, recalled the scene of a family sitting around the dining table enjoying delicious food, talking and laughing, recalling the person who looked at them tenderly, and recalling seeing them. To be hurt, to hear the soul-rending pain of their passing, to recall the pain of endless darkness and despair, to think of loved ones or friends, left alone when the body is too weak to go hunting suffering.

They have already left one step ahead, and no longer have troubles, but those who can survive must be tortured day and night, haggard and withered.

Today, the living people are finally waiting for the future.

When the singing and the dreamlike trance ended together, the people who woke up were shocked to find that their bodies had become healthy and strong without knowing when.The envoys on the stage looked at them silently, their eyes were as calm and compassionate as gods.

So one tear fell, and another tear fell. People who participated in this ceremony and shared this "miracle" could no longer suppress their inner emotions, and vented their accumulated pain silently and unreservedly.

Great sadness permeates, intertwined in the chanting of the choir, as if it has a substantial shape.

"He is as old as the Sun God, from the same age;
"Make a choice, cling to the past, or embrace the new;
"Hang the sun upon your breast;
"Or believe in Him, and it will bring you salvation."

Without hesitation, Klein repeated this prayer that had already been written for him—his spiritual perception told him that this prayer could indeed distinguish him from Amon, and its direction was clear. Most importantly, He thinks this is okay!
The Outer God hiding in the crowd had stopped playing and singing, and a brand new blank paper appeared in front of him, with a few lines of words appearing on it.

"Huh? Oh, "Leaving the Eastern Continent"..."

The people around didn't notice his talking to himself. These people who were weeping silently with their eyes closed subconsciously followed the words of the angel and made similar prayers. Then, they infected each other and shouted in their hearts:
"Trust Him!"

"Trust Him!"

"Believe in 'The Fool', believe that he will come to help us and save us!"

The grief was at its peak, and the emotions of the people had reached a resonance like never before, like the tides gathering together into a staggering tsunami.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard tsunami-like shouts coming from his ears. These all belonged to the residents of Moon City, and he could even tell which person in the audience a certain sentence came from!

succeeded? !He couldn't believe it!
In such a tsunami, even the Amons were infected for a moment, but they quickly controlled their hosts to escape from the state of frenzy.

At this moment, Klein's thinking suddenly stopped.

His body was no longer under control, and the "life cane" disappeared automatically within 15 minutes. Except for his thoughts, which belonged to him, everything else was slowly becoming stiff, and it was difficult for him to move his eyes.

He knew very well that this should be "parasitic".

It came so fast...

Can't hold back anymore?The "angel of time" here?
TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)