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

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"What's the use of your efforts?"

The witch laughed like a silver bell, rested her chin on Maria's shoulder, and climbed up Maria's neck like a snake with her white fingers: "All of you are victims, no one cares about your life or death. "

"..." Maria distorted the air in front of her again, thinking about whether there was any way to escape the danger.

At this time, she keenly heard a very light sound coming from the front, and the witch and she cast their sights forward at the same time.

The witch immediately waved her hand, and the mist in front opened to both sides like a door, revealing people who had made no sound on the ground. These were all corpses. She and Maria quickly determined the source based on the direction of the sound just now——

A small stone.

The witch's doubts first disappeared, and then suddenly rose again.

Stone? It is impossible for a stone to make a sound on its own!

At this moment, Ms. Despair noticed a rapidly growing black shadow appearing in the sky. There was a person hiding on the roof nearby. He caught her moment of doubt and jumped down!

Panatia dismissed this suicidal attack, and the spider silk burning with black flames immediately flew into the air, hanging the figure in the air before falling on her body - the feeling on the spider silk was somewhat No, this is not a living person!

Maria finally seized the opportunity. She turned her head sharply, letting the spider threads pull a bloody gash on her neck, and then spat fiercely at the Witch of Despair!

"I will celebrate my 32nd birthday in January next year——"

"You said I'm a little girl? Old witch, how old are you?!"

The witch turned around to avoid this unexplained rejection, and then suddenly discovered that the spider threads on Maria's body were no longer under her control. This was actually a "bribery" from a lawyer! This is actually considered a "bribery"!

After digesting the non-existent provocateur potion, Maria immediately distorted her image and hid in the poisonous mist.

"Sharp-tongued girl! When I catch you, I'll destroy the other half of your face! After catching all your friends and torturing them, do you still have the strength to say this?"

The Witch of Despair was caught off guard, but she immediately reacted and wanted to capture Maria again. However, the living corpse hanging in the sky suddenly struggled violently. His skin was comparable to steel, and it was a real corpse. He was not afraid of pain. With the flames, the spider silk can only draw white marks on it. The living corpse whistled, and the surrounding ghosts immediately rushed towards the culprit who killed them.

The Witch of Despair dismissed this harmless attack, but she was still tripped by countless resentful souls and had to ignite black flames on her body to isolate herself from them.

But there are too many dead souls here, and when they rush toward the Witch of Despair, they are like a tsunami.

Gavin Lid and Doctor Black completed the treatment in the previous area, but suddenly found that Maria was missing and did not contact them. He immediately asked the living corpse to come out to search, but unexpectedly found the witch!

The wound on her neck was also twisted, and Maria frowned, effectively stopping the bleeding. Prevent poisonous mist from invading through blood and wounds. Then she rushed into the fog, looking for the location of the black box in her memory.

However, the poisonous mist around him suddenly became thicker again, becoming like a wall.

Maria was disoriented and was not sure where she was facing.

"I remember right here..."

Five seconds passed, and there was the sound of something falling to the ground continuously from behind him, and the shadowy spirits around him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The living corpse was dismembered, and the summons of the undead was interrupted!

She was wandering about two meters away with a heavy look on her face, and suddenly she kicked something.

Maria lowered her head and saw a black box. She was overjoyed and immediately bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, several black spider threads flew from behind and wrapped around her ankles, pulling her to the ground and backwards. Drag it away!

Before her fingers even touched the edge of the black box, she was dragged back one meter. Under the lightning, Maria gritted her teeth and violently twisted her outstretched right hand!

Her right arm suddenly became extremely slender from the joint down. Her fingers and forearm combined were stretched to two meters, as if there was only a layer of bone left. Her fingers successfully touched the hidden button on the box. The witch pulled her body back. She took advantage of the situation and opened the hidden button!

The Witch of Despair also heard this voice, and she suddenly became alert, wondering what kind of sealed object was in the box.

Suddenly, she noticed that the houses around her were getting taller and taller, and then she realized that her body was actually shrinking!

Panatia opened her mouth to shout, but her own clothes choked her throat. She became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a finely crafted puppet, which fell to the ground with a splat.

Richard Ernst came out of the mist, picked up the puppet, and twisted off her head.

At the same time, he looked around and suddenly stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. All the people in the East District who had been poisoned but had not yet lost their lives felt their bodies lighten, their breathing became smoother, and they no longer had fever.

He twisted all the viruses in the entire East District into "curses" and carried them on himself.

The poisonous mist instantly lost its damage to humans. Maria took a sudden breath of fresh air and felt her mind clearing up a lot.

The Sequence 4 toxins did not have much effect on the angel. Thousands of miles away at sea, Richard's body, who was reading the newspaper, coughed twice and sneezed. Then he had to go back to his room to rest because the cough was so severe. .

The puppet in His hand shattered into pieces of lenses, and the figure of the desperate lady appeared at the end of the long street. Her face was full of terror, and she ran away desperately!

After running two steps, she suddenly turned into a puppet again, with a rather cute smile on her face.

The other hand picked up the puppet. Richard looked along this hand and saw a young man with soft features but no warmth.

Richard frowned and naturally identified him as an enemy. He was about to attack, but he felt that his power gradually disappeared and became less and less. In the end, his consciousness was squeezed out of this body and turned into "nothing". The handsome doll fell to the ground!

The young man came over and picked up the doll.

After looking at it for a moment, he turned the doll over and found an "E·W" signature in the corner behind it, thereby confirming that this extraordinary item was made by the previous version of "Edward" or by himself. A small toy given to family members more than a hundred years ago.

Maria stood up with great effort. She tried her best to restore her arm, but due to the severe bone deformation and muscle strain, she could only keep the fracture temporarily. She probably had to find a pharmacist for treatment as soon as possible to avoid any sequelae.

She picked up the small black box and looked back to where Richard Ernst was, but suddenly found that he had disappeared from where he was.

Standing there at the moment was a stranger holding a "faceless doll". She was startled, and just as she was about to speak, she saw the young man with purple hair and eyes smoothly turning his face. After looking at himself for a few seconds, he turned his face away without any reaction.

Then, suddenly, he disappeared.

Maria walked forward and saw the dismembered living corpses. Going further, she saw Freya and Mrs. Liv hugging each other and dying, but Daisy, who had the best relationship with Alya, was not among them.

She clenched her fists and blood flowed from her fingers.

On the sea, a dark whirlpool suddenly appeared behind Richard, who was thinking about what had just happened. He was dragged into the whirlpool with almost no time to resist.

In the East District, the yellow-black fog began to flow again, and a light cyan atmosphere was mixed into it.

…

Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking worriedly into the distance. She saw the fog on the horizon getting thicker and thicker, with light yellow turning into iron black, and slowly moving in the direction where she was.

"There's something wrong." The big golden retriever Susie squatted next to her, also looking at the usual haze.

Well, I hope I can stop it in time... Audrey didn't know what the mist represented. She just silently prayed to the goddess and Mr. Fool in her heart, asking them not to let the "original witch" come.

Suddenly, she noticed that the branches outside the window began to sway and the glass vibrated slightly.

"The wind is coming..." Audrey felt inexplicably happy.

Cathedral of Holy Winds, Jowood District.

A terrifying storm visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared outside, and then an unimaginable hurricane surged toward the east.

Woo!

The accumulated mist was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron black quickly faded.

Woo!

Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil rose into the air, disappearing with the mist.

Woo!

Many pedestrians' hats came off their heads, and their bodies were so swayed that they had to hold on to trees or walls.

The sailors in the dock area seemed to have returned to the port city and were witnessing the attack of a typhoon.

The smoke in the East End and Factory District became lighter, and the mild discomfort of healthy people was relieved.

Boom! Boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

They soon subsided and the rain began to wash over the earth.

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"It's raining."

In the Kingdom of God, which was empty except for the bloody sky and black earth, the Declined King muttered to himself plainly, then turned around and stared at Richard, who was nailed to the ground with dozens of thorns piercing his body. :

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Richard Ernst was silent, his arm nailed forward stretched forward, his fingertips only a few centimeters away from the Declined King.

He silently looked at the image of Backlund's East District in front of him, watching the howling wind and the falling thunderstorm, but the black and yellow poisonous mist spread again from nowhere, waxing and waning, as if playing a hide-and-seek game with the rain clouds. .

"teacher."

He said solemnly: "What price do I have to pay to stop this disaster?"

The Declined King was not surprised by this title. He replied calmly:

"No."

"I would give my life for you."

"You take your own life too seriously, Richard Ernst." God had no wavering about this. "You should have died for me. This is your most meaningful death."

A child with good qualifications, a child who can successfully become an angel, can find an opportunity in the future to grab all the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of the Bound God and Si'a and stuff them into his body to forcibly fuse them. These things are too permeated by the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire, so there is no need to risk oneself, and Richard Ernst is the filter that exists for this purpose.

He will go crazy due to pollution and lose control and die within a short period of time after becoming the King of Angels. However, the characteristics and uniqueness filtered by Him will be much safer. Even if the identity of "Edward" is used to accommodate it, there is no guarantee that it will be safe. out of control.

Richard smiled bitterly: "Yes, teacher, you saved my life, educated me, gave me the opportunity to be promoted, and were willing to fund my unattainable dream. My life can indeed be returned to you at any time. "

"Can you please give me a reason?"

"I will destroy the world."

"?"

The Declined King held the witch puppet in his hand and nonchalantly controlled the black and yellow mist to float around the East District, and even occasionally let it float out of the East District and pass by the edge of Queens. The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the sky in Backlund was almost completely overcast. It seemed that the Archbishop of the Church of Storms was angered, and there would soon be a heavy rain that would flood Backlund.

"I believe you have information about the 'Doomsday'."

He said: "You should know that there is a God outside the sky, and many sects are spreading legends of the end of the world. And this round of the 'Great Year' is coming to an end. But compared to plundering characteristics, I have other purposes, and that is to bring the current world to its knees. Destroyed.”

"Do you hate humans?" Richard asked tentatively.

This question made the Outer God silent for a moment, and as if he was teaching, He quickly gave the answer:

"I don't hate humans."

"In fact, humans have long defined their own race."

"What are humans? In your own annotation, you are a species of primate, mammal, hominid. The species is widespread, adaptable, increasingly abundant, and has no major threats that would cause overall population decline , because the overall number is too large, it has caused a certain degree of resource and habitat crisis."

He read this sentence like he was reading from a dictionary, and then added: "At the same time, there are related explanations within your tribe - you are free, yearning for peace, pursuing happiness, with rich imagination and Creative, stupid but wise, cruel but kind...an animal."

Richard listened quietly.

"So, based on my research and your literature, those who used their own arms to drive away wild beasts and light up the fire of civilization were human beings; those who allowed their imaginations to become reality, were able to transform things and even things with mortal hands. Those who send life to the universe; those who dare to resist, dare to think, and even if they are burned to death as blasphemous heretics, they still want their doctrines to be passed down...are human beings. Now these docile lambs and devout believers are full of people. What kind of virtuous creature is praised by God? I don’t know, it’s not human.”

He seemed to have wanted to say these words for a long time, but only now did someone finally ask the question.

"Then you should also know that this is not a sin of mankind!"

The Angel of Temperance argued: "If you want to impeach the feudal monarchy and the long-term eradication of slavery, it should be the fault of the strong and high-ranking people who allowed these existences. If you want to impeach poor technological development, it should be the fault of the gods. sins, because their words are proverbial truth!”

"When gods exist, who dares to attract thunder, lightning and sunlight from the sky as energy? I know that in the Fourth Age, humans dared to rebel against gods. Although it was also seeking the throne of gods, it ultimately proved that humans still have ambitions to reach the throne of gods. Ambition, the courage to doubt and oppose! It is definitely not mankind’s fault that mankind has fallen to this point!”

After hearing this, the Declined King nodded, and then spoke:

"Completely correct."

"But, Richard, if you want to prove that a building is not dangerous, you shouldn't say that its materials are very good, but that the environment is unsuitable, the workers are not skilled, the designer made a mistake in planning, the cement ratio is not good, and the frame is wrong. The more you try to prove it, the more you prove that good bricks should not be wasted on this dangerous building, and humans should not continue to stay in this world."

"Humanity in the past has denied you now, even if there are thousands of reasons..."

The Declined King felt that he should sigh to heighten the atmosphere, but he did not intend to do so: "It can't change the facts."

After saying this, the whole country fell silent.

God herds humans like shepherding lambs, selects pious humans like taming wolves into dogs, and favors docile humans like raising pets.

Human beings are no longer human beings.

"And I just need a node of disaster, a disaster that symbolizes human cannibalism. The fate of the earth is suppressed by the gods. I need a node to lever it."

The outside world began to thunder and rain heavily, and there was no hiding place for the poisonous fog. When Decay saw that the number of casualties had reached his goal, he let the fog naturally dissipate, stuffed the witch puppet into the storage cabinet, and arranged it to make it a living but dead decoration.

"Teacher, if I take the initiative to give my life, what can I get from you?"

The Declined King was quiet for two seconds.

"If you want to die so much, I can give you mercy because you have been working hard and have no regrets."

He knelt down, pinched Richard's chin with his hand, and looked carefully into Richard Ernst's eyes with eyes as if they were still water.

The Declined King saw threads, countless transparent threads, extending from infinity and connecting to Richard's body.

Under two hundred years of charity activities and the great desire to save people, the thread of destiny all over the world entangled His legs, His hands, His body, His neck, He was bound by the whole world, and He was bound by the whole world. Move forward with hope for the world and people.

What binds Him are people's lives and prayers, and what He carries is the weight and hope of the world.

He was willing to be bound and dedicated all of his will and beliefs to this world.

He is the "Bearer" and He can also be the "Bound One"!

I know. God thought quietly.

As early as when Richard accepted the old ideas, recognized the reality, and began to give up "doing his best" and instead "doing his best"——

I knew you were better than I thought.

You have this potential, but you are destined to never be called a true god. Because if you become a god, wouldn’t everyone know that the Seven Gods are sending beggars away?

Richard Ernst, you are dedicated to working for mankind, but you are ostracized by the human group and disgusted by the gods. You are precarious and will surely die - you are better than the smog, and you are the evidence to "prove that mankind should perish" , it’s just that I can’t bear to kill you.

"Kill yourself."

He said suddenly.

"You commit suicide and give me your soul, and I will make the Southern Continent independent and Balam and Highland restored."

"I will protect them, and they will convert. Although they will not be free, they will no longer be oppressed by the Northern Continent."

After listening to this sentence carefully, Richard suddenly laughed:

"If you don't say that you are a god from outside the sky, I will definitely regard you as one of the ancient gods in Blue Star, such as the Bound God."

The Declined King also answered him: "The Bound God Torzna, his name has a wonderful mystical connection with me. If a sequence of the prisoner's path had not disappeared, I should have been the Bound God , instead of wasting a long time on the devil's path."

"It seems like a good reward, and I'm glad that my soul and my life are worth such a high price."

He smiled, with a hint of cunning that was very similar to Edward's: "But let me refuse, teacher. I swore when I became an angel that I would no longer place my hope on God's mercy. Teacher, do you want Nan To liberate the continent, you will have to confront at least several gods. Why is my life worth what you have to do? Is my death more valuable than my soul?"

Yes, your suicide is more valuable than your life. Once you die, the human beings who live because of you will be directly affected. You may commit suicide in despair or even go crazy on the spot... At the end of the road, you are forced to have no choice but to come from this group of people. despair. It is even higher than this massacre of witches... After seeing you and thinking of you, I decided to temporarily slow down this judgment.

"I'm a little curious about what you swore."

"I once swore to kill the gods." Richard said cheerfully, "If one day I can become a true god, I will kill all the seven gods in the northern continent, and kill the evil gods as well. I will eliminate all extraordinary people. Otherwise, seal all extraordinary things, and then I will commit suicide."

Since it cannot be changed mentally, then at least change the environment back.

When there is no longer a god in the world, when the royal family is no longer a family of angels, when the world is no longer oppressed by such disgusting power... Maybe they will be panicked and helpless at first, but there are still more ordinary humans without power in the world, and they have lost Sooner or later, people who have become gods will have the opportunity to embark on a development path similar to that of the old civilization.

"Very good, very crazy, very prisoner." The Declined King complimented casually, "Am I among them?"

"You are among them." Richard admitted directly, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "What a pity, I have no way of knowing the path to becoming a god. Until now, there are only so many people I can protect."

The Declined King sighed in boredom, and did not take the student's rebellious remarks to heart at all. He spoke to Richard as if it was a normal teacher-student chat: "You can be proud of yourself. Next, they will only have to suffer for ten more times." Eternal liberation can be achieved in eight years.”

Richard immediately jumped on the snake:

"Teacher, if that's the case, why don't you look at me? Look at the Pilgrimage Sect, look at us. We have done so many things, saved so many people, and have not perished for more than two hundred years. Maybe Is this why our ideas can be widely accepted? Teacher, look at me, look at the people who are still working hard, and then make a decision."

God sneered:

"I am not just your student on earth. Some of them try to modify some orders and laws, some hope to promote equality through teachings, some try to develop technology, and some try to establish industry... Each of them is so audacious. If you dare to offend God for people, I have given many opportunities and cultivated many new possibilities for mankind... Guess, why have you never seen any of them?"

"Richard, don't try to impress me with your emotions. Tell me, why can't you learn to cherish life? Everyone knows that only by living can you have a chance and can you protect more people. Why do you always seek death?"

"I can live in an ignoble existence and wait for the future, but these people don't even have it now."

The Declined King laughed:

"Good. Second question."

"Are you willing to trade your life, the life of an angel, for the lives of everyone else in the East District?"

"Is this a good thing?" Richard said, "I do! I'm already prepared for you to kill me and no one in the East District will survive!"

A completely expected answer. The Declined King did not talk to Him and continued:

"last question."

"Maria, your subordinates, or any important person you are familiar with, or the people of the East District, which one do you choose?"

This question did not keep Richard silent for long. After just two seconds of thinking, he immediately answered.

"I choose--"

"——Decided by drawing lots."

The King of Decay looked at Him. Richard also looked at his teacher.

"In the second question, I chose to sacrifice myself because I am also a life and I can dispose of my own life."

He answered in unusually calm and rational language:

"Human souls are created equal. I have no right to decide the lives of others. Therefore, I hope to let the equal fate of death make the decision. Of course, I am willing to draw lots myself. No matter who is sacrificed, it is my decision."

God looked at Him. With eyes looking at walking tombstones.

"very good."

The Declined King said: "What you said is very good."

After that, He looked at his students, word by word, and said solemnly in words that were almost a curse but also a blessing:

"I give you the opportunity to bear the fate of others."

"Richard Ernst, the angel I made with my own hands, the foolish child, the innocent man, you try to convince me of your destiny, to save the human race you want to protect. As you wish. I pity your short-sightedness, pity Man, have mercy on this planet's fate, which lasts until the day you die."

The Temperance Angel was stunned, and then lowered his head, accepting God's "gift" like a true devout believer.

Destiny changed again, and these words turned into a foreshadowing of the death omen, limiting the judgment point to "Richard Ernst" in a more subtle way. He is critical enough, small enough, and hidden enough.

I have mercy on you, humans. You always take your own planet too seriously. It is a virtue to be attached to your hometown and ethnic group, but you also don’t understand that your planet is no different from other dust in my hands.

I have mercy on you, humans, you are protected in the initial barrier and will never understand the vastness of the sea of ​​stars.

Have mercy on you, Richard Ernst, you don't know yet that you are bound to die, you don't know yet that your death will be the last straw that crushes the fate of this planet, and you will be my final basis for judgment. By then, I will no longer curse this continent, but the entire planet.

...However, it was shining enough to make me feel sad.

TBC

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