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

600

"get up!!"

A deafening shout suddenly rang in Traynor's ears. Traynor's mind took half a second to determine the owner of the voice, and then he slowly folded the pillow over to cover his ears and face.

"Get up, get up."

Richard reached out to grab the quilt from him: "Something big happened!"

He closed his eyes and gripped the quilt tighter: "...What's going on? Has the Northern Continent called in..."

"A lot of things happened, which one do you want to listen to first?" Richard grabbed his quilt and waited for dozens of seconds. Seeing that the other party was silent again, he raised his voice and said, "The True Creator has become a righteous god!! You become a righteous god!" Got it!! Friend!!”

Traynor suddenly opened his eyes.

He couldn't believe it: "I ran away from the Orthodox Church, and now that the Iron-Blooded Cross has become a regular church, doesn't that mean I didn't run away?"

"When you said that, I remembered. You have donated to many Eternal Sun churches before, right? Can you still get the money back?"

The hunter was stunned: "The Church of the Eternal Burning Sun? What does this have to do with the Church of the Eternal Burning Sun?"

"Oh." Richard quickly added the explanation, "The True Creator replaced the Eternal Sun's position as the true god in Intis."

Traynor didn't come back to his senses for half a minute. He glanced at the calendar beside the bed in confusion.

"...Don't think about those unrealistic things. Get me a glass of cold water."

Traynor let go of the pillow and sat up reluctantly. Looking at Richard who was skillfully operating the appliance to toast himself and spread butter and cream on it, he reached for the coat placed beside the bed:

"Speaking of which, since the Aurora Society has now become a regular member, and there is no royal family in Intis, only a parliament, and the parliament is under the jurisdiction of the church and gods, does that mean that your highland colony now belongs to the Aurora Society?"

Richard took a bite of the toast with thick butter and nodded:

"This is indeed the case in theory. Both the Rose School and the Highland Resistance are now waiting for the announcement of the new church."

"This issue is very complicated. If the Aurora Society really intends to continue to engage in semi-slavery and semi-colonization in the colonies, then I will also find a way to continue to struggle to the death." Richard chewed the butter toast with a complicated expression, "But Aurora They will show considerable goodwill to the Southern Continent. If Intis changes its attitude and provides normal citizenship and human rights protection to the highland colonies, then I guess the resistance army will not be able to organize and can consider disbanding on the spot."

Traynor said nothing and straightened his hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

Is it time to consider investing in several Aurora Society industries? he thinks.

"It's really ironic to think about it this way. What I haven't been able to accomplish after more than a hundred years of hard work will be accomplished overnight."

Richard smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, and countless figures appeared in his mind, some young, some old, some resolute, but they were all ahead of him, and even the sweet and delicious cream could not be melted. The emotions called pain and anger in the heart of the Temperance Angel: "For selfish reasons, I don't want the resistance to end like this, because I don't believe in the goodwill of the people of the Northern Continent, and the temporary preferential treatment is just for longer-term profits... But, if If the true Creator really does this, how many people dare to violate it? The overall situation will definitely be better."

“Isn’t the purpose of our resistance to gain food, dignity, freedom and rights?”

"If it really ends like this, maybe it's good." Richard smiled and bit off most of the remaining butter toast.

At this time, Traynor had already finished washing up in his pajamas and coat. He had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter, so he leisurely prepared a breakfast for himself. The drink was hot coffee with milk and sugar cubes.

"But why did the True Creator suddenly become the true god of Intis? Where did the Eternal Blazing Sun go?" He asked doubtfully, "There are no other faith areas in the Northern Continent that can be divided into them. It is impossible that he went there. The plateau in the north, right?”

Richard's smile became visibly real:

"He died."

"There will be no Eternal Sun from now on, only - well, the Church of the Creator!"

died?

Traynor was shocked. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky outside the window. It was still bright and the golden ball of light was still hanging there. Then he once again cast suspicious eyes on the calendar. It took him a long time to find himself. the sound of:

"Can God die too?"

"No, a divine war happened? When did it happen? And you saw it? Why didn't you go crazy?"

The concept of a battle between gods has existed since ancient times, but the idea of ​​gods personally engaging in a battle... is impossible to imagine!

Aren't they supposed to be eternal? As eternal as the existence of the sun, moon and stars, angels already have immortal lives, and gods are countless times more powerful than angels. They should be more eternal and tougher, beyond the limits of human imagination. Human wars are no more than It's the sandbox in their hands... Can such a powerful life form really be killed? Even by another god?

Richard made himself another piece of buttered toast and said with a bright smile:

"I didn't see a real battle between gods, but I saw a symbolic change."

"Symbol?"

Traynor frowned, but it was remarkable that the Temperance Angel was one level higher than himself.

"Don't touch my bread and butter." Traynor couldn't help but say, "I will give you three months' share of Fetus' cream cheese processing factory later. You can fill in the address yourself."

"That's not what I meant."

The smile on Richard's face became even brighter: "Actually, the symbol is very simple. The sun fell, and then it rose again, and the change of authority ended... Then the real creator declared that there would be no eternal blazing sun from now on, and he was the mythical creature. The return of the ancient Creator.”

"He denied the creation legend that the Six Gods were born from the body of the Creator and led mankind to defeat other races, and accused the gods of killing Him and building a new world on His corpse. He wanted to take back what was taken away from him power to take vengeance on all evil gods."

Richard patted the stunned Traynor on the shoulder:

"It sounds unbelievable, right? But the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery admits these contents - anyway, it has nothing to do with the God of Steam. After all, he is a new god born in the Fourth Age and does not participate in the creation myth. These The content is currently only disseminated among the church’s higher-ups and angels. If Intis’s printing house can work harder, maybe you will be able to see an announcement for the public in the newspaper within this week.”

After saying this, he touched his chin with some uncertainty.

"...There should be a modified version for the public, right? But with the style of the Aurora Society, it's not impossible to say it directly like this."

"Actually, the Rose School is very nervous now because..."

"...Judging from the true Creator devouring the Eternal Blazing Sun, maybe our Bound God will also be..."

Richard thought about what the Outer God had said to him during the previous heavy smog, and shook his head with emotion, but did not finish his words.

After Traynor was stunned for a while, he suddenly thought of another problem - "Secret Prayer" and "Sun" are adjacent sequences. Adjacent sequences mean they can be interchanged, but there is a war and accommodation between the gods. If so, does it mean that adjacent sequences can devour each other when they reach the stage of gods? Have plural authority? ...It should be more than that, right?

He was shocked by this secret knowledge, and after a few seconds he asked doubtfully:

"The declaration of the True Creator is a challenge to the gods. If the Eternal Burning Sun is attacked, it is impossible for other gods to watch, right? If the True Creator has the ability to withstand the attacks of other gods and kill the Eternal Burning Sun alone, why would he still do it? Forced to hide for so many years?”

After hearing this, Richard looked at him with complicated eyes and patted his shoulder heavily.

"Of course there is help from other gods."

"who?"

"your dad."

Traynor:? ? ?

"That's right, friend, your father has become a god." Richard's smile contained three parts sarcasm, five parts helplessness and two parts eagerness to pluck the wool. "Your father helped the True Creator to kill the Eternal Sun! Chapter 1 Five epochs later, the true god of the devil’s path was officially born!”

"There was an outbreak of maliciousness all over the world before, but you slept through it? You didn't even think of getting up to see what was going on?"

The hunter was dumbfounded: "When did this happen??"

"It was like this at eight or nine in the morning. It lasted for about two hours and ended at noon." Richard said, "I almost rushed to fish in the troubled waters of the Northern Continent as soon as I was happy. Fortunately, I have strong self-control."

Traynor couldn't help it anymore. He stepped over and grabbed his desk calendar. He checked repeatedly to see whether the number was 350 or 1450. He reached out to touch the cat in his own shadow. After touching for a long time, he couldn't find it. The cat didn't know where it went. . After a minute of being frantic, he looked at Richard with a distorted expression:

"So many things happened in one morning??"

"There's something else."

"For example, there are also problems in Behrens City. From late yesterday to this morning, members of War Red and the Loen army have experienced strange sudden deaths. In addition, there have been suicides caused by malicious out-of-control. and murder, so I was asked to help deal with these matters. And it seems that the prince was assassinated by his subordinates with a weird magical item because of his mistreatment. I don’t know whether he died or not. In short, the murderer is now missing, including his body and property. "

"This happened this morning too??"

Richard looked at Traynor who was pulling out his hair with pity, and then said: "Yes. And Fusac has declared war on Loen. The God of Knowledge and Wisdom intends to establish diplomatic relations with the current Intis..."

"The relationship between Rune and Intis is unclear, but it gives the impression that the Lord of Storms has great opinions on the current creator."

"I feel like I'm going to fight."

601

Backlund, East District, a two-bedroom apartment.

Several policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door and entered, each covering their mouths with their hands.

There is a strong smell of blood inside!

"Officer, I don't know what happened. Other tenants said there seemed to be a lot of blood here, and they could smell it through the walls and doors." The landlord in a silk top hat looked around timidly. I don't want to stay in the room for a second longer.

The blue-eyed police officer with inspector epaulettes waved his hand and said:

"Wait at the door first. I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and turned his attention to the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he didn't rush in and looked around slowly, taking in all the surrounding situations:

A pile of coal, a cupboard for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a clean iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools lying on the ground, two leaning chairs, and several A glass bottle containing unknown powder, and a stack of spread tarot cards.

"A occult enthusiast with average financial status?" The inspector with black temples and blue eyes nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then motioned to one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a creak, more bloody smell came out.

The police officer who opened the door took a look inside, let out a short scream, and took a few steps back.

The leading inspector frowned slightly, held the shoulder of the retreating police officer, crossed the obstacle, and approached the bedroom.

As soon as he glanced at it, his expression suddenly changed.

In the bedroom, on top of the wooden bed, a man was lying there, his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.

He was not wearing any clothes, and there were thin and deep cracks all over his body. The blood had long since dried up, staining the sheets underneath and the quilt next to him dark red.

At a glance, the deceased seemed to be tightly entangled with iron wires, slicing through the skin and flesh, and digging into the bones.

Although they have seen many such scenes today, for the police at the murder scene, it still has a strong impact and has a certain ritual-like evil feeling.

Just when the chief inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room. One tried to take pictures, and the other asked a series of questions:

"Another murder?"

"Mr. Police Officer, there have been more than ten riots and murders in Backlund this morning alone! There are many cult rituals and incomprehensible mysterious situations happening near King Street. People still want to take the opportunity to demonstrate. Is it possible that Silveras The police were unable to stop it? It is said that a police officer’s gun accidentally discharged and injured people. Is this true?”

"Officer, do you think it's a serial killing?"

The inspector with dark temples and blue eyes frowned even deeper. He waved his hand and said:

"Don't damage the scene or I'll treat you as associates of the criminal."

He immediately said to the previous police officer:

"Callis, please ask the two reporters to come out and tell them to contact the press office at Silveras Field if they have any questions."

When the reporters were asked to leave the scene of the murder, the inspector let out a long sigh and said:

"It's time to pay for it again, damn it!"

…

Intis, Trier.

In the most secret small conference room of the Cathedral of Light.

"Oh, I'm not putting pressure on you. You are free to choose whoever you want, but I remember that you seem to prefer raising Gu."

Edward cut the pastry and said to the real creator: "It is your normal practice to let them fight each other and choose the one that meets the requirements more, but to be honest, I think there is no difference between the God of War, the God of Death and the Night to a certain extent. None of them are the candidates you want.”

The True Creator was silent for a while, reached for a piece of cake that didn’t look too sweet, and said calmly:

"Things are not going to turn out the way I imagined."

"God of War, even though the Earth Mother Goddess has a natural alliance with him through kinship, Fusac still regards the Earth Mother Goddess Church as an evil god and does not grant him the right to preach. At best, he gives more preferential treatment when conducting religious trials for cultists. He doesn’t have the virtues I need.”

"The God of Death. He may be a fair choice, and his control over the source of matter can also be considered a bonus. In his eyes, nobles and civilians are equal, and the living and the dead are equal. I don't doubt his equality. After all, in the eyes of the God of Death, There is only one person with power in the world, and that is Himself.”

The True Creator cut off the sharp corners of the cake with a fork, held it in his hand, but did not put it into his mouth: "The current Balam Empire... It will take a period of observation to judge whether it is good or bad, but if it is not as good as the previous state There is indeed no need for the God of Death to live. He is not a human being and may not necessarily understand human needs, but he also knows that as long as he can run the country well, he can get higher scores."

Are mythological creatures or once human beings, that is the question.

"Death is working hard to win over you."

The devil enjoyed the dessert: "I'm afraid the taste of eternal sleep is very unpleasant. He has been sleeping in the River of Eternal Darkness for so long, and he probably doesn't want to go back."

"What about the goddess of the night? What do you think of her?"

The True Creator fell into deep thought, and then he sighed.

"Even in the current situation, Night is still the best choice. He is more experienced than the God of Death, and more suitable than the God of War. He is also among the best among the seven gods in managing the country and the parish. Adam's cooperation with Him is actually a 'necessary sacrifice' Definitely, if you hadn't intervened this time, Dark Night would have obtained an artificial god of death and become a dual-path true god, and Adam would have gathered all the characteristics. As soon as the war started, he would have immediately completed the god-making ceremony and become a true god. From now on. Judging from the results, this is the greatest benefit at the smallest cost, and both the 'Eternal Darkness' and the 'Omniscient and Almighty' can be in place at any time."

Edward laughed, but the words of the true creator didn't mean much to accuse the devil. After all, the true Creator himself is the beneficiary of these butterfly effects. If Adam becomes a "visionary", then the backward Him will merge with the other person.

"So you plan to support Roen?" Edward said curiously, "Your attitude will affect Intis's choice."

"Well, actually I'm not interested in your choices. I just hope that you can fight to your heart's content and let me watch it happily. The world before the end of the world should be in chaos. It's best - to be able to fight in this world. A new order is born out of chaos, an order more suitable for this world."

"Intis will support Roen."

The True Creator spoke straightforwardly: "After...the goddess of the night gave me the price of helping Him."

Edward blinked. He understood something, and a smile appeared on his lips: "What if He doesn't do that?"

"Then He will die."

The real creator shrugged in a humane manner and spoke nonchalantly: "Angel Bonova has already returned first. The Church of Steam and Mechanics in Loen will soon withdraw to Intis and will no longer provide technical support. , but you can go back at any time. Don’t you think I am already very kind? I am also willing to give him a chance and a choice. If he misses this opportunity, his allies will not sit still and wait to die."

After hearing these words, Edward couldn't help but praise: "I feel that staying with the devil for a long time will definitely be affected."

"So the devil is the best all-purpose excuse."

TBC

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I'm coming.