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

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"Your Excellency, urgent telegram from outlying towns!"

A red-gloved man grabbed some reports and knocked on the door of the temporary combat headquarters.

After receiving the telegram, Red Glove ran out of the telegraph office for a while, bypassing three or four people who spontaneously gathered in the square to pray.

This city built around the headquarters of the Church of the Night has absolute loyalty to the goddess of the night. It is this piety that made most of them justly refuse to evacuate when the war came, leaving only children and the elderly. After leaving, he chose to stay in the city to provide help to the members of the church, vowing to fight together until the last moment.

They took the initiative to take the wounded who were removed from the front line to the hospital or even their own homes for treatment, and provided clean food and clothing to the fighting soldiers and Extraordinaries. The fierce war closely connected the Extraordinaries and the people, and they were more connected than ever before. Closer.

Bang bang bang! After being knocked hard several times by Red Gloves, the door finally opened and he quickly walked in.

"Your Excellency, the latest telegram! Fanxing Town has fallen, and none of the residents have been spared. Fusac's Second Army sent a vanguard force to clean up Fanxing Town on the way to the aid of the First Army. It is suspected that a demigod is leading the team!"

"When this telegram was sent, His Excellency Archbishop Gallian of the Church of the Moon had already set off to investigate..."

There happened to be another person reporting inside, and the sound of the crackling typewriter and telegraph machine could not be heard. There was a tense atmosphere in this small building that had been temporarily requisitioned due to the evacuation of all residents.

Red Gloves clenched the new telegram in his hand, and after the colleague's report was over, he couldn't wait to speak:

"Your Excellency, the people in Moon Town have evacuated! The Red Gloves of the church said that they had received the army's retreat order and had set off from the station on the steam train at 3:12 in the morning. However, there was a problem with their telegraph machine. The telegraph was not received until now. Send the latest one along with me!”

He took out another piece of paper, looked at the time on the telegram, glanced at the clock on the wall, and held the telegram in his hand tightly with his fingers.

"All the residents of Moon Town have safely evacuated to Storn, the capital of East Chester County, around six o'clock today. However, His Excellency the Archbishop Gallian and the accompanying Red Glove members who set out for the trip are still unaccounted for..."

It's daybreak...no news has come yet.

In the current fierce fighting situation, losing contact with the occult and reality for more than three hours can basically be a death sentence.

"What should we do? Your Excellency? If we send out personnel to investigate, who should do it..."

While the discussion in the temporary headquarters was in full swing, a figure passed by quietly. He looked up at the window of the building, and then continued to move toward the southwest of the city.

…

"That's almost it, right?"

Edward left the city and stayed on the cliffs outside the city, overlooking the snowy mountains in front of him and the abyss between the mountains.

The snow on the mountains has not yet melted, making the sunlight falling on the mountains look cold.

"I originally planned to find an identity and sneak in secretly, but now it seems I have to find it forcefully." Edward reached out and rubbed the ruby ​​inlaid on the cane. The uniqueness of the devil's path was changed by him. He didn't hold it in his hand. I'm still a little unaccustomed to this.

I should have left a mark when watching the sunrise... Which angel of the night was the one who drove me away from the mountain? What Anna?

Edward frowned and recalled the stick figure with the title "Servant of the Secret" on his head in his memory, while raising his cane.

In an instant, blood-colored light enveloped everything in front of him.

As if refracted by a ruby, the sunlight, which was somewhat golden, was instantly transformed into a blood-red color. The world was turned upside down in an instant, and the white snow in the sky turned into pitch-black ashes, and the earth was filled with symbols. The deep blackness of sin.

At this moment, all the evils that occurred in the Amanda Mountains have taken on physical form. Their names are war, cowardice, massacre, betrayal and chaos. The souls and resentments of those who died because of sins are awakened in the projection of hell before they have time to come. It let out a scream, and was shattered in the next moment, decomposed into the most primitive spirituality, building this abyss that continued to spread and swallow everything.

"What is the need to preserve the Kingdom of God?"

Edward exhaled indifferently and watched the white mist turn into blue flames:

"Anyway, the materials from the Kingdom of God are all over the place, so we can just recast them as needed."

After saying this, he touched his chin. Since his real kingdom of God was still sinking in the trench, and the carrier was a real island, he could just swing it and smash it into the territory of other gods during the battle between gods. ...It looks like the damage is very high!

In just an instant, the blood-red sky continued to spread toward the southwest of the Amanda Mountains at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up everything along the way.

"...Ah, there."

The devil looked somewhere in the mountains.

The coming of the Kingdom of God is hindered there by a fleeting obstacle, just like a tiny bump encountered when laying out the tablecloth. If you are not paying attention, you will ignore it.

The storm in the mountains suddenly roared. Against the backdrop of the pale sun, the floating objects scattered in the air with the strong wind gradually became clear. Then they fell, leaving behind a trail of sticky scarlet liquid on the ground. spot.

Red snow symbolizes fear and death.

Like an invisible big hand holding a paintbrush and flicking it across the mountains, these scarlet spots vaguely outline a transparent outline on the distant mountains. Dark red blood stains slowly slid down the walls and doors of the cathedral, which was gradually being smeared out of shape. The portraits of saints and angels outlined on the tall collage stained glass windows were either covered in blood or shed tears of blood.

Edward squinted his eyes and examined the outline, then showed a warm smile, took a step towards the cliff, and fell into the darkness.

Boom!

In the boiling darkness and the rising sea of ​​blood, a ferocious pitch-black claw fell like a mountain peak near the church where the body had disappeared!

The mountains shook, the peaks collapsed, the church instantly tilted sideways, the sculptures and stone bricks cracked, and a spiritual black gauze appeared in the air.

The black gauze mist disappeared quickly as soon as it appeared, as if it was about to merge with the air again, and at this moment, the devil's sharp claws hooked lightly, hooking the thin gauze as if it were as long as cicada wings. A little force can tear it apart.

"I am honored to be able to see the true form of the legendary Serenity Church."

When He spoke, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and the blood rain gradually returned to normal, leaving only the sound of wind accompanied by the devil's words, from windows, door cracks, spirituality, from every corner, every path to the cathedral. in the person's ears.

"...I respect all of you Nighthawks who still stick to their posts and can't hold back from surrendering to me, all of you Saints who are unable to protect themselves but still insist on fighting, and a few of you who have recognized the gap in strength. Angels assisting in the evacuation of the church."

The claws tore open the secrets with ease.

Whether this was set up by the true God or the King of Angels, it is of no use at this moment.

This ancient church was completely exposed. Legend has it that only devout saints and the chosen ones can find the temple in the mountains, which was completely exposed to the sight of the devil.

It is tall, majestic, and heavy, and is made entirely of dark gray solid stone. It has stood firm despite heavy snowfalls and historical changes.

The sharp claws let go of the veil of mystery that disappeared in the air, and grabbed the church spire like a leaning log. The stone bricks shattered, leaving deep cracks on them, overflowing with traces of... Scarlet surging like life.

"...Are you still persistently waiting for the salvation of the gods? Human beings, if you surrender now and leave the church to me, I might be in a good mood to let you and the people in that city go?"

After a while, there was still no answer.

The devil laughed twice with perfunctory praise, and then he stretched out his hand and broke the church steeple into pieces.

"Then I will come to ask for it myself."

…

There was silence in the quiet church, as if there was no one alive.

The heavy door, which required looking up to see the carvings on the top of the door frame, slowly opened, and the uninvited guests walked into the church calmly, bathed in looks of fear or uneasiness.

He did not experience the feeling of being welcomed by the extraordinary people of the Church of the Night. There was no one at the door. Edward glanced at the church casually - there were thirty-two in the middle sequence, seven saints and two angels. The angel did not show up, but used secret The protected middle sequence left through the sealed object, as if he was ready to fight him to the death after sending the person away. Edward did not intend to intercept them, because the Church of Night still had a need to exist anyway. Even if they came, the Church of Night and God of War would both be beaten. The Amanda Mountains could not allow Fusac's God of War to invade right now.

After being stripped of its mystery and divine majesty, the Serenity Church is nothing more than an exceptionally majestic architectural masterpiece.

As for - if someone really surrenders and hands over his lost Beyonder Characteristics and Sequence 1 of the Prisoner's Path, should we still fight?

The answer is...it depends on your mood.

"I feel a little guilty damaging a building like this."

Edward raised his head and looked at the disappearing zenith. The temperatureless sunlight shone down from it, reflecting the bloody sky outside. The ancient frescoes depicting many saints and angels were torn off by Him along with the roof of the church, and are now lying in his collection cabinet.

Although it is indeed regrettable that the masterpiece was damaged, this cannot be used as a reason to be lenient to the believers of the church and the night.

He casually tore open the numerous seals and secrets and headed to the dark underground sealing chamber. In the dark corridor, Edward finally heard the sound of human footsteps - the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, getting closer and closer, with panic and fear, like a poor man being chased by a nightmare.

The person hasn't arrived yet, but he has a feeling of looking back at death... In this case, he is not the person who has come to lead the way and deliver things to him.

A devout believer or someone driven by rage to seek vengeance?

No one has surrendered, so I have to go find the place where the sealed artifact is?

In normal times, Edward would still be interested in hearing the other person say "for God" or "for the one who was killed by you..." and then tease him a few words before taking action, but now he feels a little impatient and doesn't want to. Know what the other person suffered. So, under the gaze of the indifferent eyes from the deepest part of the abyss, the creature running in front suddenly twisted, and the cold darkness enveloped him. There was a dull sound in his chest, and blood spurted out from the seven orifices. Killed by one's own emotions in such an understatement.

Then, Edward inhaled slightly, as if preparing to blow out a candle.

The dark breath of destruction swept forward and turned into a straight torrent, sweeping through every corner of the sealing room.

Wherever it passed, the black-lined seals, walls, ground, and the Extraordinaries who had no time to escape all collapsed. Even the bottom of the church and even the thousands of years of frozen soil in the mountains, everything was burned to the ground. It was the cotton wool that fell into the fire.

The dust and ashes flew away with the wind.

After breaking the seal, each of the active sealed objects that had dared not move during the previous breath suddenly lit up. The box grew legs, and golden light appeared in the gaps. It seemed to be filled with treasures, but Edward Only countless piles of broken bones were seen. The blood-stained sword that no one was using moved on its own, and was caught by a withered hand that was also a sealed object. The palm of his hand was suspended in the air, and the rusty iron sword slid on the ground, leaving a series of teeth-searing sounds. The music box opened its buttons with a click. There was no dancing figure, only a round piece of gold stuck to the chassis, with radioactive gold threads spreading out. Its shaft rotated crazily, making a mechanical sound:

"Praise the sun! Praise the sun!"

Edward couldn't help but take another look at the music box, reached out, grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

When He studied how to use the music box and began to think about how to secretly put it into the office of the true Creator, the tunnel that had already revealed the original appearance of the frozen soil suddenly went dark, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Him in front of my eyes.

The figure wore a simple linen robe with traces of sewing, and a belt made of twisted bark around his waist. His long black hair fell down wantonly, and his feet were not wearing shoes and socks, and were covered with dust and scars.

This is a woman with extremely ordinary facial features and dark eyes dotted with starry rays of light.

Just seeing her, Edward's mood immediately became much calmer. He realized that the survivors in the basement were still moving, and a red full moon had risen in the sky outside the window at some point.

Edward was stunned for a moment, but he smiled unexpectedly:

"I remember you, you are Arianna...the goddess of the night, don't you have any other vessels for divine descending?"

The lady looked at Him quietly, with stars twinkling in one eye, and the light of the red moon seemed to be sealed in the other eye. After a long time, He spoke softly:

"I thought about it for a long time and decided to take a gamble."

He smiled: "I haven't had such an emotion for a long time, maybe I haven't been forced into such a situation for a long time."

"You don't have to come." Edward said casually, as if he were making things up. "I'm not interested in chasing down a king of angels anyway."

The corners of the goddess of the night's lips raised slightly, and then she lowered her lips.

"I can't do this."

“I would be nothing if I gave up my anchor.”

TBC

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Come and take a gamble.

Why is this chapter needed? Some readers are asking, "Why is Laoai 1+1\\2+1 the devil sequence 0?" Because when you are already a true god, you only need 1+1 to be a multi-channel true god. Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !