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

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Ha ha. Outer God thought.

Are your anchors only the dozens in the church? Why don’t we save the Amanda Mountains? Does such a big Loen outside now belong to the Storm Lord? It seems that the True Creator has also talked with you and expressed his willingness to support you in the three paths of "Eternal Darkness"?

You're here now, and even a blind person can see what your purpose is.

After the True Creator gained the advantage, he became obsessed with balancing. He showed favor to the three gods to a certain extent and encouraged them to fight with each other. However, the battles of these gods did not seem to include self-improvement. In addition to the God of Death who is playing the game of country management hard, and the real Creator who does not intend to lie down and wait for death or use nuclear deterrence against himself, and is ready to take the initiative to accommodate the sea of ​​chaos and primitive free fighting, it can also give people some surprises. It’s become a cliché—the Outer God diverged his thoughts and became convinced that humans might have this kind of intrigue instinct.

The Declined King suddenly felt bored, his expression quickly turned indifferent, and he suddenly no longer wanted to maintain the character setting of Edward Vaughn. Although this is insignificant, it gives him a sense of boredom that he is seriously participating in human beings' little game of intrigue.

He doesn't like these little games.

Although this identity is very useful, he doesn't like laughing, acting, saying things that fit the image of "Edward Vaughn", or any behavior that is meaningless and a waste of time.

When these actions fail to bring strength, they should be discarded as a matter of course.

"Let me praise your courage."

Since he wanted to show his responsibility in front of the true Creator, the Decline King was also willing to give more respect to the King of Angels. After waiting for a moment with limited virtue, when Arianna and all the figures in the Serenity Church disappeared as if they were erased by an eraser, he stretched out his hand and gathered his abilities to let the demonic pathway sequence that once belonged to him have a characteristic. It fell into his hands like a shooting star, melting away like snowflakes falling into his palm.

Then, the sequence-one feature of a prisoner path also received traction and was subsequently integrated and absorbed.

This is the first time that I have mastered the power of "gods"... Curses are strengthened, desires are guided, others' sealed objects, bodies and even extraordinary characteristics are affected, pain is shared, forced to be carried... The outer god is probably familiar with the skills, and he thinks of another one matter.

It seems that the agreement between the God of Death and himself has completely failed. Now, if the other party still wants to exchange that "pale death" with him, he should consider fighting the bound god who is polluted by the Mother Tree of Desire.

It doesn't matter, the God of Death has nothing to do with him anyway. These, he thought, were insignificant, trivial matters.

When the Outer God began to think about choosing a good and auspicious day to eat the Bound God alive on the grounds of helping the True Creator stabilize the situation, a huge and vague figure appeared directly above the Serenity Church.

This figure was wearing a layered but not complicated black dress, dotted with countless stars.

He was as huge as a god in the Holy Scriptures who could stand up to the sky and the earth. A pair of arms covered with dark short hair grew out of his ribs and waist, but he had a beautiful and gentle face covered with a thin black gauze.

His eyes seemed to condense the night sky hiding the stars, which made people feel peaceful but also uncontrollably afraid.

The devil did not turn around or raise his head. His eyes fell on the music box in his hand that was trembling and repeatedly praising the sun, thinking about whether he could make it say something else.

"Why don't you come and praise me."

He said to this music box with certain activity: "The sun will set, dim, be obscured by clouds, and lose its temperature due to cold, but decline is inevitable, sin is eternal, and decline will eventually come."

The music box shuddered violently and closed with a click.

——At this moment, a song that seemed to come from the distant past sounded in his ears, like the singing of whales in the deep sea, transmitted into his mind at a specific frequency. It is not dangerous, does not cause the instinctive rejection of the devil's crisis intuition, it symbolizes peaceful sleep, everything with life will dream, and dreams belong to all life. Drowsiness also does not make people alert. It is like a leaf floating with the sea water, wrapped in some foam that sparkles with the strange colors of dreams, and rolls the consciousness into eternal sleep.

"What kind of dream can you let me have? A dream about the destruction of the world?"

The Declined King closed his eyes, and the foam of the dream exploded into colorful debris in his eyes. If this were not the case, he would actually be happy to settle down on a certain asteroid during his wanderings. Wrapped in comfortable silence like this, he would enter a dormancy driven by interest and enjoy the intertwining of his records and flashes in the corners of his mind. It feels like a bizarre "dream movie".

At this moment, the corners of His mouth slightly raised in ridicule:

"If you let me have such a dream, I will make it come true."

The singing and dreaming never stopped, washing over the rocks relentlessly like the tide. The erosion of darkness quietly replaced the ground projected by the abyss beneath his feet, covering the blood-soaked earth, covering the devil's figure step by step with difficulty.

Until the rising darkness swallowed His hand, the King of Decay glanced at his feet. The regional disaster and liberation, the destruction in the darkness comparable to the natural disaster, are still fresh in his memory, but now he is not afraid of this.

At the moment when the world in front of him completely sank into darkness, the devil's premonition of crisis finally issued some limited warnings. The calamity tore at his body and spirit. Even though there was nothing left, his flesh and blood still twitched and spasmed. The distortion and distortion in the surging darkness of nothingness inspired the mythical creature forms of some demons, as if they were about to scatter and split themselves apart. As for the spirit - there is nothing superfluous about the spirit. The Decline King guessed that the disasters that affect the spirit are probably "causing madness and losing control of the will". However, since he himself is the spirit of the old days and is equivalent to the will of the source matter, originally He was classified into madness, and this trick was useless.

He broke free from the misfortune and darkness, and the several wounds on his body that were similar to skin trauma were automatically repaired. The Outer God stood still indifferently, waiting for the next attack from the goddess of the night.

Anyway - before the other party dies, the true creator will definitely take action to protect the other party and maintain that ridiculous balance. Then there is no need to waste time and spiritual energy with the night.

He was obviously very courageous and motivated when he was weak, but why did he become constrained after becoming the strongest?

As expected, what followed were still the familiar tricks of the dark path - requiem and misfortune, corrosion and hypnosis. The dream was only a bottomless black. It seemed that the other party was really worried about his words "let the dream" Become reality".

"You can't test my way out if you are so careful."

The outer god said casually, and then laughed as if he had made a mistake: "Oh, you don't have that ability now."

"Why doesn't the Storm Lord come to help? It would be in His interest to help now."

The Declined King wastes no time in sowing discord:

"Is it because He can't trust you and is worried that this is a cruel trick?"

The night gave him some small attacks, and he also gave him some indifferent responses, completely too lazy to take any serious action against an enemy who could not be killed. Combined with the facts, it is almost the intricate aristocratic marriage relationship between countries. During the war, most of the officers were relatives, and no one would actually fight. They would all wait to be captured honorably after a heroic battle, and they would still be treated politely during their capture.

Oh, there may be fewer such situations now. Guns have no eyes, and there will be gaps in the protection of extraordinary people.

After once again resisting the opponent's attack, he looked at the ground under his feet. Suddenly, a strange chill crawled up his spine. This feeling passed away in a flash, and the devil's crisis intuition immediately analyzed the cause - the spirit. The body line was briefly affected just now!

There was a brief moment of astonishment on the face of the declining king. When his expression returned to calm, he raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

They were still in the Amanda Mountains, but just a moment ago, he felt hostility from another direction. That hostility and malice even posed a limited threat to his spiritual body line!

The answer is ready to come out:

"Half a fool? Antigonus?"

He looked into the distance and his tone changed slightly:

"The state of eternal sleep and secrecy was shaken just now? Are you exerting influence on Him and making Him hostile to me?"

The Declined King almost laughed out loud. He suddenly felt that his control over human facial expressions had not reached the level of perfection. How should human beings feel at this time? Fear? timid? Backing off? But he felt that the corner of his mouth was out of control again, almost tearing his cheek apart.

"...Are you threatening me?"

The Declined King asked as calmly as possible: "Don't use human language to fight against me...Are you threatening me?"

The blurry figure seemed to blend into the night sky.

"The god from the starry sky." The goddess of the night said calmly, "What the earth wants is to protect itself in the doomsday. What I ask for is the continuation of my church and my own life. If you act at will because you have no anchor, Then we weak and fragile gods will certainly not be able to resist. This is my answer."

The Declined King pinched the sides of his cheeks to stop his smile from widening.

After hearing this answer, He was humanely silent for a while, as if he was considering his words.

"Goddess of the Night, you made a mistake."

"I am willing to be intimidated by the true Creator because my cooperation with Him is to get what I want. He is willing to rack his brains to save this disgusting world, and I am happy to sell some favors to the future God."

“There is definitely a fear of God’s power, but it’s far from deathly fear.”

He spoke slowly.

"But you, darling."

"You have no power to threaten me. ... You are like a young child holding a gun and trying to threaten me. I will indeed be killed by the gun, but at this moment, your identity and your behavior make me feel more guilty than death." unhappy."

Because of your own strength, you feel unhappy when threatened by a weak person, even more than you are wary of the danger itself? Is this a common situation among gods in the starry sky, or is it a unique character of this outer god? The goddess of the night recalled what she had just said, and felt that it was polite enough, serious enough, and without any hostility or inappropriateness.

But now he heard a hint of smile from the other party's answer. It was a sneer and ridicule, but strangely, he did not feel hostility or murderous intention from this sentence at the first time. Only the cold nickname made him He felt horrified.

...The true Creator is still watching? Haven't I done enough? ? He couldn't help but think so.

"Of course, dear, I also want to thank you. Your behavior made me realize one thing."

"Just like you threaten me with Antigonus who is sleeping due to madness, extraordinary people threaten other extraordinary people with sealed objects, rich people and nobles threaten their own kind with status and money, as long as you still have something external to rely on - — will do these stupid things to no end.”

Are you afraid of the Lord of Mysteries? ——Nonsense, otherwise why should we guard against the mysterious backhand?

There is no god who does not hate, hate, and fear the Lord of Mysteries!

The Declined King thinks that his words when communicating with God in a neutral state are already very tactful, but he still can't help but describe the other party in the worst possible impression and rhetoric. Because He can always think of the most suitable pranks or even tortures. For example, for a god who is confident and arrogant about his own strength like the Son of Chaos, being deprived of everything and sealed in an artifact and being manipulated by others for thousands of years is simply the most unbearable thing for Him!

It is always not a good habit to gossip behind someone's back. The Declined King still has some ethics in interpersonal communication. Even the Mother Goddess, who is clearly a compatriot but always wants to be the mother of all brothers and sisters, maintains an understanding and tolerant attitude, except for the secrecy.

Fear is indeed fear, and if possible, it is best not to exist.

but.

The premise of fear is to be deterred by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun and God himself!

But if you are really scared off by a weak King of Angels holding a crazy Half Fool, you can be threatened by the Goddess of Night today, and you can be threatened by the Lord of Storms tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, all the gods on the earth will no longer care about the Decline King. This dual-path true god—even if he becomes the old man, he will still be pinned to the ground and beaten by the Heavenly Lord, right? Even the real Creator of the day after tomorrow can directly threaten Him with the original resurrection and mysterious resurrection!

Anyway, he didn't dare to fight with the pillars, and the worst he could do was to perish together!

Since you can't defeat Tianzun no matter what, and you will be frightened and run away when Tianzun comes, what else do you have to worry about?

Why is He still here? Waiting to be laughed at by the gods outside and within until the end of the universe? Or wait to die?

We are somewhat vigilant towards the true Creator and help each other, but if any weak person here dares to use the so-called trump card of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" to be arrogant with Him, then He might as well stop living and go back to the stars to find a place to die. Forget it!

"...I need to make you realize that your own weakness is the original sin of everything!"

The struggle, devouring and death of gods are normal things, just like natural selection in the natural world. This is the law of operation of this world! Why do we have to use the so-called human weighing of pros and cons and rationality to judge the ecology in the natural environment?

Anyway, we can't defeat the pillars in the end, so the gods might as well just surrender! Since humans are bound to die sooner or later, what are we still doing?

Why don't you just go and die? Why don't you just stop living or be born? Just go and die! go to hell!

Since your "Eternal Darkness" will definitely return in the end, what are you doing alive now? Just go to hell!

At the moment when the atmosphere changed, endless sins emerged from his soul, and the rain of blood turned into cursed flames, falling from the red sky, igniting the snowy mountains and ground of the Amanda Mountains.

The flame formed a ferocious face, and seven evil and dark starlights condensed on the head like a crown. Under the escaping blue light and shadow, the curtain of flames covering the sky looked down at the vague-faced girl like the sky was collapsing, with burning breath spewing out from the torn mouth.

"What I fear is the pillar, not you."

"Your behavior is the greatest insult. Even if you are a true god, a dual-path true god, I will kill you."

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the sunshine was so clear that it even made people feel hot, penetrating the illusory projection of the Kingdom of God and the hidden curtain like a sharp sword. At the same time, the goddess of night was all around her. The space suddenly became darker. On the top of the distant main peak of Honakis Mountain, in the magnificent and dilapidated palace, the eyelids of the man with an ancient and youthful face shook slightly, and his eyes were half-open for a moment. As he opened it, an illusory mask engraved with "Line of Change, Pupilless Eyes" slowly appeared on His face.

"It's just disgusting."

The Declined King complained to the air, without a subject. Then, He immediately looked into the distance, cleared his throat, and his voice suddenly became deeper, speaking the ancient language of the Kingdom of Darkness, with an aura of silence and death like a song:

"Go to sleep, Antigonus."

"The waking world is so ugly, why do you need to wake up again?"

"Would you like to be forced to surrender under the enemy's feet after waking up, be killed, be eaten, and think over and over again of the feeling of the country being ruined and the family being destroyed?"

"Dream, I wish you a good dream, dream about the Honakis Mountains when the sun is shining, dream about those people who are no longer afraid of death because of your presence, dream about the feeling of galloping in the mountains, Dreaming about my sister’s lullaby, dreaming about the kingdom of night that seems to exist forever.”

The black spiritual thread floating in the air like seaweed swayed slowly. In an instant, the blessing of "self-strengthening" brought a quiet last song, and the devil's bewitchment and filthy words fell on Antigonus at the same time. On Si, he tried his best to push the demon wolf that had not yet woken up back into the long dream and eternal sleep, so that his own consciousness could be raised to prevent Tianzun, the "1+1" King of Angels, from waking up.

"Dream……"

The son of the ancient god, whose eyes were half-opened, murmured in his deep sleep. The deathly silence that was different from sleeping surrounded him, causing him to think slowly for just a few seconds. Seeing that he had bought time, the Declined King immediately turned his attention back to himself. After receiving the help and support of the true creator, the goddess of the night breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue to bring Antigonus into the secret. The huge demon The flaming face suddenly appeared in front of Him.

"die!"

"invalid!"

"Do you have to stop me? I am obviously helping you." The tone of the Declined King suddenly became frivolous and indifferent, "Such a good weather, with burning rain falling from the sky, and sinful winds blowing on the earth, is suitable for Let a god die!!”

The declining king suddenly stretched out his hand, and the burning golden light caused the black mist to quickly dissipate. Without any hesitation, he pronounced his sentence to the vague-faced goddess:

"die!!"

Just a gust of wind blew by, or a bolt of lightning fell. When the goddess of the night finally wanted to say something, the rust of death quickly extended upward from the end of her skirt. When the purification and invalidation of the true Creator arrived, this figure Most of it had been swallowed up by rust. When its pieces shattered, the entire sky made a continuous sound like broken glass.

Suddenly, the hidden sky dispersed, and the Kingdom of Night was exposed to reality.

At the foot of Honakis Mountain, the spiritual threads of people in several small villages flew upwards quickly and fell into the hands of a tall being on the top of the mountain. People stopped all activities for a moment. They took what they had in their hands, lined up like a group of tin soldiers being played with by children, and swayed towards the top of the mountain.

The illusory mask gradually reappeared, and the gods in eternal sleep seemed to be slowly awakening.

"You violated your agreement with me!"

"I didn't, friend. You should thank me, thank me for making your plan to save the world no longer have the biggest obstacle."

"Without the Night Goddess, the balance between the three gods you promised me has been broken!"

"Who said there is no goddess of the night?"

The Declined King asked sternly. Countless intricate lines of possibility appeared in his eyes. A white quill fell from the air and he wrote hurriedly on the ground:

"The goddess of the night is at the top of the pathway, and there is a strong ability to converge between the pathways. So it is reasonable for the Mother of Heaven, who is the first sequence, to appear in the capital of Segal, which is closest to the Kingdom of Loen!"

0-08 is writing randomly, and now it no longer cares about how inconsistent its preamble is.

A door to hell flowing with flames and lava opened beside Him. He reached in and grabbed a woman with black hair and black clothes, a beautiful and frightened face.

The Declined King simply and neatly stuffed a series of Ones and a Uniqueness into the hands of the Mother of Heaven. The possibility of successfully accommodating the Uniqueness was full at this moment. In an instant, the characteristics turned into little stars and scattered, blending into the stillness. In the body of Heavenly Mother who did not realize the situation.

"Isn't it just that we want a stable triangle relationship? Isn't it that we want Tianzun to continue to sleep?"

"Don't you just want the eternal darkness to be in your hands?"

Mother Heaven's frightened eyes suddenly became dark and deep. There were two souls and two consciousnesses in the eyes engaged in a fierce struggle, biting each other like wild beasts, with deep-seated hatred and disgust. At first one of them was at an absolute disadvantage, but soon, having gained strength and anchor, he quickly began to defend and prepare to counterattack. And this body stood there blankly, the black robe was torn by wolf claws, and the starlight from the sky flowed down through the night, dressing him in a well-cut and gorgeous dress. The beautiful face gradually transformed into a ferocious and terrifying demon wolf's snout, and the moonlit night sky fell from the sky, turning into a thin black gauze covering the face.

The gods left and returned in an instant, and the corresponding symbol in the star world that had not had time to be extinguished immediately emitted light again.

The sky returned to normal again, blocking the looming ferocious faces. The towns, mountains and churches that were gradually exposed to the real world gradually disappeared again, and were shrouded back in the shadow of the dark skirt behind the "Mother of Secrets".

The outer god sneered sinisterly, unabashedly showing his power and malice:

"Isn't the goddess of the night here?"

TBC

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Decline: TMD, I'm so annoyed. I always flip the table and flip the table. You guys are so confident, so you guys are flipping it? ! Mother of Heaven, take care of your brother!