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

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While the true Creator was still thinking about how to shape the world, Edward had already entered Winter County.

"It's so cold. It's almost August."

Edward complained and pulled up the fine woolen scarf to cover his mouth and the tip of his nose. A little bit of white mist came out of the gap in the scarf. He lowered the brim of his top hat and walked into Moon Town, which had not yet been infected by fear, from the route indicated by the red glove he met on the road.

But it's just that it hasn't been soaked.

These towns are all built on the mountains, lined up along the gentle sheltered areas of the Amanda Mountains. From the heights of Moon Town, one can clearly see the explosions and the sky-high fires that occurred in the distance.

Winter County is a peaceful city. The people living nearby are mainly devout ascetics and wealthy people. They rarely travel to and participate in frequent dance parties. The war has caused even less communication between these towns that are already inaccessible. . The town is now enveloped in a sense of unease, even though most of them don't yet know that the neighboring town has been engulfed in flames of war.

Fires and explosions are signals of impending war, and the increasing number of wounded and influx of refugees breaks the tranquility of the peaceful city. People are leaving and dying every day, but the train transporting people back home has not yet arrived. These people, accustomed to a relatively austere life, spent all day and night praying, repenting, and placing their faith in the mercy of the gods. Almost no one could sleep.

Whether it is because of their pious beliefs or because they feel safe near the church, there are many people who refuse to retreat here.

There are few people on the street. There is no middle class among the people who can move here and live here for a long time. Most of them are wealthy and middle-sized nobles who can not only live here but also donate a lot to the church. Therefore, there will be no beggars or homeless people. Even if the house is open at night, it doesn't matter at all. It is considered a pretty good community.

The whole town was quiet, but not asleep. Every inhabited house was full of restless and panicked souls.

"Help them evacuate..."

Edward muttered, considering the content of the other party's commission, he chose to take a detour to the steam train station in the mountains first.

The station was empty, the upper windows were open, and the temperature inside was frighteningly low. Snowflakes and cold wind filtered in through the gaps, and a thin layer of ice formed on the tracks that seemed to have been unused for some time.

Edward unlocked the frosty front door and opened all the doors. He walked around inside and found the location of the gas pipe, but there was no response after opening the valve. It was probably because it had been closed since it was used a week ago, and no one put a penny in it.

The devil reached into his pocket - it was broken and there was no copper penny.

But there are always more solutions than problems. Edward took out a quill pen and a small ledger from his inner pocket, and wrote quickly on a new page:

"The steam train station in Moon Town will start running at 2:15 a.m."

"The heating system is normal and the gas pipeline is in normal condition. As long as the valve is opened, it can be used."

After writing these two sentences, Edward breathed into his hand, looked at his watch, held the quill between his fingers and waited.

The second hand rotated one by one. At the first second of 2:15, the muffled sound of steam operation came from deep in the station, the gas pipes vibrated, and the gas wall lamps and hanging lamps lit up one after another. , the whole station woke up in an instant.

The upper windows also closed automatically, and the heating slowly rose.

Edward took the notebook and walked to the overpass above the steam train track to look down. The thin ice on the track was slowly melting.

He pressed the notebook against the guardrail and continued writing:

"The station will be operating because there is a completely empty train that will transport the people of Moontown to Stone Station in East Chester County tonight. This train will arrive on time at 2:30, before dawn. Drive away."

It is not normal to have a train without conductors and station staff. Edward randomly popped out a drop of blood, and dozens of newly born spiritual beings stood up from the blood. Some of them were wearing military uniforms, and some were working at Loen Station. The personnel's uniforms, including men and women, old and young, are all demon relatives temporarily fabricated with memories and knowledge poured into them. Even if they are killed, they are only spiritual materials.

As soon as they were born, they quickly acted like real living people, and the huge station suddenly became popular.

The station gradually became warmer, with staff coming and going, and soldiers in military uniforms standing ready, as if it was really a civilian evacuation train arranged by the Loen military.

Edward nodded with satisfaction, pulled his scarf, and walked out of the station.

According to the commission, He will go to the church to inform about this matter.

He zigzagged through the town and came to the Church of the Moon located in the eastern corner. It was still early, just five minutes had passed. Edward took off his hat and knocked on the door. A few dozen seconds later, a young woman wearing red gloves opened the door a crack as wide as a palm and looked him up and down warily.

"Hello?"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any malice and his appearance was very favorable, the female Red Gloves member relaxed a little: "Sorry, the church is not open at night now. If you are praying, please come back."

"Excuse me, ma'am, I've come to deliver a message."

He took out a folded white paper from his arms, and what appeared in the female red-gloved eyes was indeed a notice stamped with a military seal:

"This is about the evacuation arrangements for people in Moon Town. In order not to attract the attention of the Fusac people, the vehicles are temporarily recruited and will arrive at the station in ten minutes. Who is the person in charge here? Please arrange the personnel in an orderly manner. Go to the station and don’t have any accidents.”

Red Glove's eyes suddenly opened wide. She glanced back at the interior of the church very quickly, and then suddenly turned back:

"Can you please give us this notice to confirm?"

"Ah, I forgot to ask your name. Who are you?"

"No problem." Edward calmly handed over the blank paper and said with a smile, "Today's retreat relies on a train temporarily recruited by big shots in the army. Madam, don't ask where it came from, just know that this train will Just take you to East Chester County."

The female Red Glove member was stunned for a moment, then was led by these words and couldn't help but think about something in her mind, and nodded seriously.

"Do you need to come in and take shelter from the wind?" She took the initiative to express her kindness.

That's what Edward meant: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

He walked into the church and the door closed behind Him. It was very warm inside the church. A few gas lights and dim candlelight illuminated the church, which had been turned into a temporary care center. The pews for worship were filled with injured people and helpless old people who had been transported from other places.

The clergy of the church and several extraordinary people gathered together and talked excitedly over a piece of white paper, and soon passed the good news to others. And Edward quietly slipped away from the crowd, passed through the public area, and entered a confessional—a confessional that was temporarily converted into a foundling hall. The children who could not speak yet were looked after by several women. In deep sleep.

Edward carefully walked around them, walked to a basket with purpose, reached out and picked up the child lying inside.

"First time meeting, Vanessa."

"Your father wants you to live well, but he seems to have no blood relationship with you. Is he your adoptive father?"

He said hello to the baby to himself, then turned around in the small confessional and walked out quietly. The clergy were helping the old man up, but several extraordinary people were missing.

"Want to visit your adoptive father?"

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Arnold swung his broadsword into silver arcs, and the roar that cut through the air hit the huge demonic wolf hidden at the junction of dreams and reality for the third time. With a muffled sound of tearing flesh and bones, the eight-legged demonic wolf Her waist opened the long opening.

As soon as the blow was successful, he immediately bit open the metal bottle prepared in his hand, drank the liquid in it, stepped on the higher and higher roofs as a springboard, jumped up from the highest point, and lifted the giant sword that shone with golden light. Stab the demon wolf fiercely between the eyebrows!

Catching a ray of morning light, humans rush towards the demon wolf in the sky. This scene is like the arrival of a myth.

The sword blades collided between the demon wolf's brows, making a crashing sound that could not be expressed in words. The huge impact knocked the broadsword in his hand away, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the sky. But the next moment, two dark green symbols appeared in Arnold's eyes. The potion he had just taken emitted a strong bitter taste in his mouth, allowing him to control the incomplete mythical creature form that was almost out of control. The night watchman's dream only confused him for less than a second. The scene in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand again and thrust downward with all his strength!

Bah!

A third of the sword edge pierced the demon wolf's eyebrows, and the gray-haired demon wolf suddenly let out a painful howl and shook its head crazily. Fragmented nightmares and the blood of mythical creatures were wildly swaying around. The spiritual creatures splashed by the blood suddenly swelled and pounced on Arnold, enduring the pain of being crushed by the sharp morning light and pulling him.

"Pagan saint, why do you still fight?!"

As soon as the effect of the potion wore off, Arnold was hit by a crazy nightmare, and the fingers that clenched the sword hilt were opened by the spirits.

The falling feeling made him wake up instantly, but he saw the incomplete spirits pulling out the broad sword from the demon wolf's eyebrows and throwing it far away towards the airship that was constantly adjusting its position and angle in the sky.

Boom!

With a loud noise, this broad sword made of extraordinary material penetrated a balloon of the airship. The hunters above had to stop providing aid to their own demigods again and once again withdrew from the battlefield of demigods.

“You must report it when you go back!!”

The chief of staff who was brought up by his companions lowered the rope ladder was so angry that he yelled: "This kind of prop is useless in mid-to-high-sequence wars except to hinder and embarrass you! Let's use it to bully ordinary people!"

"We originally planned to bomb the town too!!"

The blades rotated crazily to maintain balance. Amidst the loud noise of the wind, another hunter who was equally annoyed replied with a louder voice:

"Your Excellency asked us to come to your aid! And who made this heretic refuse to surrender?!"

The hunters driving the airship cursed and made an emergency landing for the third time in the open space outside the city. Without a demigod leader, they relied on the remote support of the psychic link to persist until now. If the wolf really went crazy and lost control, even Even the demigod generals would have to flee temporarily, let alone them.

"Pagan saint, why do you still fight?"

Without his weapon, Arnold was inevitably nervous for a moment. He closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at the opponent's mythical creature form. He just relied on his hearing and intuition of danger to roll around on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, avoiding the attack of the demon wolf, and seized the opportunity to ask loudly:

"Now release the mythical creature form, you can still be saved!"

"Think of your people! If you die and I am seriously injured, the unbridled army will not leave any survivors!"

Instead of the roars and roars he expected, the sounds in his ears suddenly disappeared, and even the words he had just shouted lost their echo. Is it a dream or reality now? Arnold stood up hesitantly. The silence probably only lasted a few seconds. He suddenly felt as if his side was being struck by a red-hot iron. He had rarely seen it since he became a "Guardian". So seriously injured. A blood-stained wolf claw scratched across his waist, taking away a large amount of flesh and blood, and twisting the fragments of armor into the flesh.

The severe pain did not bring him more clarity. On the contrary, everything he was thinking about began to disappear as soon as it appeared. This is not because he has become indifferent after several high-sequence battles, but because his thoughts are slowing down, his heartbeat is weakening, and everything about him is gradually moving towards absolute peace.

The heart beats hard against the instinct of longing for peace. He took a hard bite on the tip of his tongue. In the limited time he was awake, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He saw that he was on the edge of a bottomless abyss, half of his feet dangling in the air.

Arnold closed his eyes immediately.

Human beings are creatures that are easily deceived by their senses. If the brain believes that there is an abyss underfoot, then even if it just sprains the foot, it is very likely that it will really fall to death.

"Is this your last strength?"

Calculating the time it took for the opponent to use the mythical creature form, more than ten minutes had passed. Even the airship had exhausted its fuel and had to land. It was almost time to reach the limit of sanity. He remained alert, and on his wrist hidden under the armor, a small brass-colored key tied there shone brightly. After just a few breaths, Arnold mastered the method of creating dreams and hallucinations, imitating the other party's extraordinary ability to use sound as a medium, and influencing it back. His words had a strong hypnotic effect:

"Pagan saint! You are a respectable warrior. I swear to God, give up resistance now, and I promise not to harm your people!"

Arnold, who closed his eyes, didn't see the giant demon wolf with gray hair silently lingering behind him, its blood-stained claws and fangs constantly switching angles, looking for opportunities to bite.

After hearing these words, the old eyes of the demon wolf were shaken, and his dark blue eyes dropped. The broken mirrors on the ground reflected countless faces of beasts with human features.

His eyes only wavered for a moment, and the ferocious mouth slowly came close to Arnold's head and neck - even if the other party escaped with the help of intuition at the last moment, the demon wolf's teeth still tore open the side of his neck. Blood splattered everywhere, and half of the warrior's body was stained red with his own blood.

"I don't believe you, hater."

The demon wolf raised his head, saw the station lit up in the distance, heard the sound of the whistle coming from far away, and answered in a low, song-like voice:

"Kill you here so my people don't need to beg for your false mercy to stay alive!"

Arnold took a deep breath, frowned and asked:

"Then I would like to ask you, will the war end if I die? Will the invasion stop? The gap here has been opened. If I die, the next person will soon replace me, but what about you? ? How much power can the Church of Tranquility and the Church of Dark Night have to fill your vacancy now?"

The demon wolf jumped in the gaps in the town. He became more and more accustomed to this body, as if he himself was a giant wolf galloping in the Amanda Mountains. The archbishop's voice came intermittently, becoming more and more ethereal:

"This is different."

The old demon wolf mixed with human characteristics raised his head for the last time and looked at the white smoke gradually receding from the mountains in the distance. His spirit finally relaxed at this moment, and the last thread holding on to his shaky reason was cut off. Opening, his body began to mutate further, and some vague words mixed with wolf howls came out of the beast's throat:

"The war started by the God of War for the sake of harm...who are you who participated in it...what do you think?"

"At least...I stopped you...now..."

This sentence was interrupted by a hoarse howl, and the last trace of human struggle in the eyes of the demon wolf disappeared. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the human standing with its eyes closed.

Arnold was silent for a moment and opened his eyes suddenly.

His body expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Arnold turned into a four-meter-tall giant, with his rough standard armor turned into iron pieces hanging on his body. The wounds on the neck and waist no longer bleed, and red threads extend from both sides of the wounds, connecting them like sutures, leaving hideous scars. The giant's body was green and black, with knotted blood vessels. Its two eyes gathered toward the middle, turning into a vertical eye with two pupils.

The jaws of the giant and the demon wolf collided hard together, and their feet plowed deep marks several meters into the ground. The stone bricks cracked and the frozen soil turned outwards along the way. He caught the demon wolf's mouth with both hands, his arms trembling slightly during the struggle, and the ferocious sharp teeth were only a few centimeters away from him.

"I want to apologize to you, Your Excellency Saint Gallien!"

The giant said angrily: "If I had known that you were willing to die in battle, I would not have insulted you by surrendering!"

"But I can't answer your question."

The giant's body surface erupted with dazzling morning light. The light purified the spirits that wanted to attack and purified the dreams that were quietly approaching. The light turned into countless sharp spears and swords, cutting the head of the demon wolf until blood dripped from it! Just when the demon wolf was in pain and wanted to retreat, he stepped forward with his right foot heavily, grabbed the demon wolf's ear, and at the moment when the ruins shook, he threw the huge monster into the air in a wrestling-like posture. go out!

"People like me, the people of our God of War!"

"It has nothing to do with faith or justice. We are born to live in order to die heroically in battle one day!!"

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In a dry forest outside Moon Town, a half-human, half-wolf monster was rummaging through the snow for living things.

It seems to enjoy this kind of hunting game. It drives hibernating small animals out of the snow and tree trunks, and repeats the endless escape game in the dreamland it compiles. Its front paws were wrapped with red strips of cloth, but its hind legs were human legs with reversely bent joints. Four tentacles of flesh and blood were exposed from the fur between the ribs.

It also has a human face, covered in wolf fur. It ran, jumped, played with its prey in the snow, and raised its head from time to time, looking at the distant sky with confused eyes, feeling as if it had forgotten something.

What exactly did you forget?

With a rustle, Edward walked through the snow to the dead woods outside the city. The fine wool scarf that was originally around his neck was transferred to the swaddling clothes in his arms. The child inside was sleeping warmly.

The strange wolf stood up warily, its teeth bared on its human face.

"You are here, sir."

Its limited rationality was quickly judging whether the incoming person was an enemy or a friend, but at this moment, it suddenly looked at its front paws in confusion. Two human hands wrapped with tattered red cloth were placed on the snow. There is no flesh between the ribs that squirms and preys like hands. He landed on all fours, a posture that was particularly strange and awkward because he had turned back into a human.

He suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

He looked at the Loen gentleman in black in front of him, fear and uneasiness flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, I have completed your commission. Your archbishop is fighting the enemy to the death, and the people you want to protect have just begun to evacuate. I have also brought out the child you want to live well." Edward ignored his nervousness. He took two steps forward and smiled gently, "I think I may need a guide who can take me to the Serenity Church. Is there anything else you would like my help with?"

"Ah, I think you still have it."

Edward walked over slowly and approached the man who was hunched up, as if he was not used to walking on his hind legs:

"Everyone has evacuated. You can also go with them to the safety of East Chester County, live as a human being, become the bishop of a certain church, and then raise this child."

The devil gently beguiled the Nighthawk, who was almost completely out of control, and used words to weave a beautiful dream for him:

"Don't you long for a peaceful life? You are an outstanding extraordinary person and an excellent red glove. In addition, you can also become a respected archbishop and a good father who cares about his children...Mr. , how many beautiful lives have been destroyed by the war, but fortunately, you met me, and you are very close to all this now."

"Devil." Vincent said suddenly.

"That's what you always call the being who grants wishes."

Edward made a joke without taking it seriously. He walked up to Vincent and handed out the child in his arms:

"Don't you want to hug her? She has already lost her parents and is still so young. She is about to lose another adoptive father who cares about her."

Vincent's eyes trembled. He looked at the sleeping child and recalled the words he just said over and over again in his mind.

In fact, as the devil said, he has gone crazy and turned into a monster. He will never have the opportunity to enjoy the warm sunshine and a beautiful life. What awaits him will be the blades of his church companions. When he saw the train of the people in Moon Town moving, he was shamefully moved and wanted to take Vanessa and leave with them instead of staying in this war-torn mountain range to fight to the death and wait for death. Advent.

How is the archbishop?

The Archbishop may have...

His body trembled and he let out a weird hoarse laugh. He dragged his trembling hands and feet closer to the devil, reached out to the infant child, lifted a corner of the scarf, and looked at her cute sleeping face.

The devil watched his expression change quietly, with a soft smile still on his face.

TBC

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