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

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"Captain, this is the information about the 'Immortal King'."

On the fifth day after the cooperation was finalized, Bernadette received further news that the 'Immortal King' had left the island where he was stationed and began roaming the sea.

The "Immortal King" has always been relatively low-key, and he is in charge of the powerful sealed artifact "King of Death". Some pirates believe that the "Immortal King" himself is not very strong, perhaps only at the level of a pirate general, and that the real "Immortal King" is actually the "King of Death".

This is not certain. After all, the "devil" is always cunning and insidious. Maybe Agaritu just wants to show weakness to attract prey.

What does the saint on the diviner's path want to do to collect information about Agaritu... Does he need a saint-level marionette? (She collected information and learned that the Seer’s Sequence 5 was called “Secret Puppet Master”) Or to obtain the sealed artifact “The Death Number”? Or are there other personal grudges? Although this matter had nothing to do with her, Bernadette couldn't help but be curious.

The information contains the approximate sea area where the "Immortal King" is currently located and the possible shipping routes. That's about it. If you go into more detail, the other party will find out... Due to the devil's tricky crisis sensing, this time Bernadette's investigation relied entirely on "luck."

For example, divide your subordinates into several teams, carry some low- and medium-sequence sealed objects of the demon path and go in different directions to see if you can meet the "Immortal King" within seven days.

So far, she seems to be lucky.

…

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the passenger ship docked at a port.

It will stay here all night and set sail again at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Passengers and sailors alike can disembark to the island to relax and experience the sea.

Passengers got off the ship one after another or relaxed in the entertainment facilities of the passenger ship.

The Declined King is not planning to go to the island either. He feels that there will be a tsunami here.

So he walked onto the deck, stared at a certain direction on the sea for a while, took out the "Navigation Manual" from his pocket, and after comparing it, pointed out the end point of the voyage on the simple map with his finger, which was surrounded by many small islands. Large island in the center.

"Byam."

He pronounced the name with an impatient expression on his face: "...what's up there that keeps shouting in my ears?"

From the moment they entered this sea area, they began to scream hysterically and use vague words of unknown meaning. They kept repeating "Help" and "Give me a sacrifice". If it's not an animal, it's a human being who is so crazy that he can't even speak.

Such a soul is of extremely low quality and has little value.

"Wave waves, human prayers...a...a demigod, oh, the sound I heard came from a demigod on the island of Rhoside. It was dying, so I felt it."

"Oh my god." He murmured to himself with a complicated expression, "I'm actually so 'hungry' that I can even hear the death of demigods."

The bottom line will only get lower and lower, and the outer god who has higher requirements for food (at least an angel) decides not to eat this bite of toothpick meat.

But he simply passed a divination, and with the help of great success, he understood that Rossed Island would soon be destroyed to a certain extent due to the madness of the demigod above. There can be many ways of destruction, such as the ending: : Part of it was sunk by the demigod himself. Ending 2: The whole thing was washed with sea water by the Church of Storms in order to "reduce subsequent damage." Ending 3: Although it didn't sink or crack, the believers who believed in that demigod on the island all went crazy. After killing others indiscriminately, the Church of Storms came to clean up the mess.

There are hundreds of thousands of permanent residents on Rossed Island, but related to this matter... He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and grabbed a handful of spider-like threads of the void. There were more layers in the distance, as if An airtight network.

He released his hand and the lines disappeared again.

At present, there are about 50,000 people in total. The tsunami caused by the sinking will definitely affect the surrounding islands. In fact, this can be considered a disaster... He thought for a while, maybe he could temporarily save this demigod and let them go crazy but not die. , and then revealed the information to Bernadette...?

If you take action to temporarily delay the decline, you should be able to force Bernadette to be counted as a "conspirator".

"Sage" is actually a relatively neutral word in ancient Hermetic language, although it is slightly more positive in later languages. After all, its prefix "Master of Prophecy" is also a neutral word. After predicting a disaster, you can choose to stand by and watch, you can choose to add fuel to the fire and take advantage of the opportunity, or you can choose to stop it.

Assuming that Bernadette refuses, it may be possible to judge that the promotion ceremony of the "Sage" is to prevent the disaster rather than expand it.

"Forget it, there's no need."

He gave up on the idea: a waste of time and not necessarily profitable. The "Sage's" ritual has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't need to know the information about the "Sage's Promotion Ceremony".

As for the ceremony of becoming a god, it can be considered.

He turned around and was about to go back to his room to rest. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Do you want to go?" The Outer God said to himself, "Do you think there is something attracting you there?"

"Faceless Doll" took a keen interest in that direction.

A high-sequence sealed object or a strong person on the diviner path?

He glanced at the invisible island from a distance, turned around, and walked down the steps: "Then let's go and have a look."

After returning to the room and entering the spiritual world, He floated to a hidden port on Rossed Island.

As soon as I arrived here, I immediately felt the aura of decay filling the surroundings, forming a gray haze in the sky that only He could see. It's too dry here. The moisture and even blood in everyone's body are constantly being absorbed by the demigod. The lips are dry, the skin is chapped, and there is a human form in the shadow that will turn into debris when the wind blows. At the same time, it is too humid here, with an angry smell coming from the sea water, aquatic animals swimming uneasily, and the elements being extremely active, reaching the point where an imbalance could trigger a tsunami at any time.

What attracted him was not the death of the demigods, but the auras of these more than 50,000 dying people...

It's worth tasting.

"The thing that attracts you is not far away?" He raised his head and glanced in the direction suggested by the puppet, "Let's go."

Passing through the dark-skinned, skinny and shriveled indigenous people, and passing through alleys with clothes hanging overhead, his eyes suddenly opened up, revealing a square that was not too big.

On the square, a group of locals gathered around the central pool, either kneeling or prostrate, muttering to themselves, or singing quietly, with pious but numb expressions.

Feeling someone approaching, they turned their heads one after another.

The "faceless doll" is learning, so it takes the initiative to change the appearance of its current body into the appearance of a native it eats.

Although the clothes are a little different, the skin color is darker and the facial features are soft, which are the characteristics of the local people. So those people slowly turned their heads back, and the sound of windows closing above their heads was heard.

"Praise to the great sea god Kavitua, you protect us through tsunamis and storms, please calm down your anger..."

After listening to their prayers, the Outer God reached out and grabbed a place in the void, grabbed the ethereal mystical connection, and broke it with a gentle pull. Some of the people praying in front of the square suddenly let out shrill screams. Their bodies were quickly dehydrated and shriveled up. In full view of the public, their flesh and blood collapsed and fell off, and their bones made cracking sounds. They rolled and crushed themselves into pieces. A puddle of powder that once was human.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and no one collected the ashes for them. They gathered the ashes in the middle and knelt down to pray more fervently, hoping that the Poseidon who had taken the "sacrifice" would no longer be angry.

The Declined King grabbed the thin string in his hand and felt a ruin-like cave in the water. A huge blue sea snake was swimming wildly in the sea water, as if dancing a dance that symbolized destruction.

"How much strength does it take to curse a demigod..."

He muttered to himself, and then sent a message to the sea serpent along the occult connection.

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Kavitua, who was ruthlessly rejected by the container, roared hysterically. The gray mist blocked its senses. The selected container could not enter, and his body and spirit were about to collapse!

There is no time to choose the next container. The last bit of its sanity is about to disappear. It does not even have the extra thinking ability to issue a "sacrifice to me" request to the believers on the land. Its priests are also driven by the rage of the god they believe in. There were varying degrees of madness, some crawling on the ground, or tearing apart their own flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a lofty gaze fell on him, and Kavitua's crazy brain regained some composure due to the instinct of fear. It was coiled around a stone pillar in the ruins, causing the stone pillar to collapse, and it didn't dare to breathe.

A thought fell in its mind, and it instantly understood its meaning:

"If you want to be saved, you have to pay something."

Pay, pay...a human word that it understands. As if he suddenly saw a star of light in a desperate situation, Kavitua reluctantly used his remaining brain to think about what he could pay.

Its eyes swept across the ruins: stone statues, ancient gold coins, deep-sea treasures and pearls, tattered wall carvings, and human priests.

It rolled up all these things with its tail, and its roar was swallowed up by the sea water. The sound turned into a huge tide and hit the beach on the shore, shaking the docked fishing boat like a model.

"Why is there such a big storm all of a sudden?!"

A man running hurriedly on the shore clutched his coat tightly, and the sea breeze almost took it away from him.

He almost shouted these words, and the strong wind swallowed up everything. The adventurer next to him was still meticulous, with his top hat firmly stuck on his head, and his eyes that were blown open by the wind also added to his aura. Fierce and sharp.

Gehrman Sparrow did not speak, because shouting an answer to Danitz was not in line with his personality. He shook his head, but he didn't know if Daniz saw it.

Daniz probably didn't see it. They quickened their pace and ran out of the aboriginal residential area despite the strong wind. After entering the city of Bayam, they felt that the wind finally calmed down a bit.

Distant underwater, Kavitua got the answer:

"Not nearly enough."

It roared and tightened its body harder. The priests who were rolled up by him trembled violently, and blood came out of their mouths and noses.

believer! It reminds me of my loyal belongings, and I still have many believers on earth! I still have many treasures! I can give them all to you!

"It's still a little worse."

Kaweituwa is at the end of its rope and has nothing else to offer. However, after the silence that made it suffocate and go crazy with despair, it finally heard that beautiful voice from above again, which could give it hope of survival:

"Dance more wildly."

"Create the biggest tsunami, and then you will be saved."

It froze, then circled ecstatically in the sea water, and the jewels and gold coins rolled up by it fell in pieces, like a heavy rain in the sea. The priests bathed in the rain didn't understand why God was happy, but they supported their broken bodies and prayed happily.

After sending the message.

The curse was accepted by the opponent, the Declined King let go of his hand, and the broken thread dissipated in the air. He was silent for a moment and then suddenly spoke:

"Bernadette came here on her own initiative."

"Has the thing that attracted you disappeared?"

"That's alright. Let's go back then."

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Beside a table with a lot of miscellaneous items, "bald" Karat, who was sitting in an iron wheelchair, said to the tattooed man Edmonton with regret:

"What a shame."

"Just a little bit...he didn't pick it up, just touched it." Edmonton also sighed.

Kalat looked at the slightly curved bone sword and said to himself enthusiastically:

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, God will reappear on the earth..."

Edmonton then knelt down, as if confessing to the gods.

As time passed, Karat and Edmonton suddenly heard two screams. They looked up and saw that two of their companions had fallen straight down, their skin like weathered rocks, losing all moisture.

Karat and Edmonton looked at each other and felt a strange atmosphere.

The two of them straightened up at the same time and looked at the table.

The milky white holy sword cracked with a crack and broke into countless small pieces.

Then, they heard the howling wind outside, and the open windows banging against the windowsills and walls crazily. The people near the windows quickly closed the windows. I saw the trees outside the window almost falling to the ground, pedestrians on the road staggering here and there, and dust filling the sky, as if there was a small sandstorm.

Is it "Poseidon" who is scolding us for not doing things well? Such a kind of panic appeared in their hearts at the same time.

"When an outsider picks up this holy sword, God will reappear on the earth."

"But what if the holy sword is broken?"

These two sentences echoed in the minds of Kalat and Edmonton, completely touching their knowledge blind spots.

For dozens of seconds, they looked at the shattered holy sword, their expressions dull and speechless.

They couldn't believe that the holy sword, which was only touched by an outsider in the evening, broke so suddenly!

what does that mean? What does this mean? The two did not dare to think deeply, as if they had gone back to the beginning. At that time, a secret stronghold of the resistance army was discovered by the Loen military and was raided without warning. All their fathers died in that massacre, and women Relatives were abducted and sold to different places. Before receiving the bad news, Kalat and Edmonton were in the same mood as at this time, with precipitation, panic, expectation and uneasiness mixed into strong depression.

"Go back to the jungle, find the high priest, and find out the reason. Maybe this is the latest revelation God has given us..." Karat turned his wheelchair and said in a deep voice.

Edmonton immediately stood up and said to the remaining men:

"Keep looking for those blasphemers, but don't stay here."

"Also, please instruct the believers outside not to hold any ceremonies or even pray recently!"

Things took an unexpected turn, making him extra vigilant.

They rushed out the door as fast as they could. When they opened the door, they were ready to face the storm. However, at the moment the door was opened, the hurricane suddenly stopped, and the distant sound of waves gradually stopped. The whole town was so quiet. The remaining leaves rustled.

If it weren't for the swaying tree branches and the dust all over the sky, it would be as if this storm had never existed.

This... They looked at each other, even more unable to grasp the current situation.

…

Somewhere in the Rhoside Islands, on a secluded island.

"Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette Gustave, who was resting in one of her strongholds and sorting out intelligence clues, suddenly felt that her spirituality was touched by something.

In doubt, she got up and went to her divination room, lifted the black cloth on the crystal ball, and sat down in front of it.

She closed her eyes like a fortune teller in folklore, placed her hands on the outside of the crystal ball, and cupped them in vain through the air.

"Master of Prophecy" closed his eyes, and the crystal ball slowly glowed.

Wow!

Vaguely, Bernadette seemed to hear the sound of the rushing tide, and saw the illusory waves of light rising in the crystal ball, as if a boundless and bottomless blue ocean was formed.

In the ocean, there is a huge, blue figure like a tower, supporting everything.

The blue tower collapsed and fell into the sea, causing huge waves.

The waves engulfed ships and islands, and instantly destroyed coastal houses.

The waves turned into cascading tsunamis, rolling up medium-sized or even large sailing ships, rushing into towns and collapsing white churches.

The low-lying island disappeared into the sea.

The illusory waves rushed towards Bernadette. She opened her eyes. The purple in her eyes had not completely faded away, and it seemed that the vast sea was still around her.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, quickly calming down.

The omen this time was very obvious, far more than the vague feeling I had during the "Backlund Great Smog". The time is very close, the place is very close, she can even tell the identity of the blue tower directly——

——The indigenous belief of the Rhoside Islands, "Poseidon" Kavitua!

Is this sea snake completely crazy? Have you finally decided to drag everything around you to bury yourself with you?

Bernadette immediately felt the long-lost anger, but at the same time she also thought of another person.

"Aquaman" Yann Coatman.

"Sea King" should not be unable to feel this kind of disaster that is so obvious that it can trigger the inspiration of the master of prophecy.

Of course, whether he is willing to care about it or not is another matter. After all, the people who die the most are the indigenous people. As long as there is not much danger in the Loen Residential Area and Storm Parish, the lives and deaths of those indigenous people are not worth caring about at all.

Bernadette also had limited concern for the natives, but rather than disgust and disdain, she was more displeased with their ignorance.

If the tsunami is successfully launched, not only the indigenous people, but also many ships and people will be damaged. And assuming that you can stop Kavitua, or provide disaster relief to a certain extent, these casualties are completely avoidable.

After thinking about it, Bernadette decided to go to Bayam to have a look.

TBC

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