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

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"Then, I propose to clear out the Intis garrison tonight, and then establish normal diplomatic relations with Intis in the name of the Highland Kingdom. Who of you supports it and who opposes it?"

"I am against..."

"boom!"

"We are all compatriots fighting for the Highland Kingdom. It is not good to fight and kill like this. Who else is against it?"

"Your Highness Si'a! Your Highness Si'a! The Temperance Angel has gone crazy!"

"His Royal Highness Si'a said he doesn't care about this! Go find Lord Barranca!"

No one knows about this revolution that is taking place in the Rose School.

Under the night, the colors in a corner suddenly became brighter, and the passage to the spiritual world gradually opened. Edward appeared on the territory of the Rose School, and something flew past his eyes.

what? He turned his head and saw the werewolf hanging on the tree in the distance. He looked at the living corpse that was pierced by the clock tower's pointer and hanging in the air while wailing and collecting its own intestines. He looked at the corpse flying around in the sky and escaping under the curse. The resentful soul saw a shivering puppet hiding in the corner, and a familiar-looking giant rag doll beating everyone. He felt that the painting style of the Rose School had become even worse than the last time he came here. abstract.

"Your Highness Richard, stop fighting! If you continue to fight, no one will follow you to clean up the garrison!"

"It doesn't matter, I can do it alone!" The rag doll screamed with resentment, and the "King of the Curse" flying in the sky suddenly fell upside down. "Barranca, take care of your subordinates, don't stop me!"

After greeting Barranca warmly, Ragdoll looked around the Rose School base where mourners were everywhere: "Is there anyone else who objects?"

Edward: "What are you doing?"

The giant rag doll turned around and took a breath of air. It ended the mythical creature form and the state of indulgence at the same time. He transformed back into Richard Ernst, stepped over the prisoners lying on the ground, werewolves, living corpses, and silent disciples, and approached the devil more or less reluctantly.

"You're kidding, I'm just disciplining the juniors." He was so reluctant that he was even a little perfunctory, "What kind of wind brought you here?"

"I thought about it this afternoon and thought I could take over the position of the Bound God." Edward asked, "Does anyone object?"

The demigods on the ground who were pretending to be dead pricked up their ears as if struck by lightning. There was a sudden silence in the base. Richard frowned inaudibly: "Ah, with all due respect, may I ask you about the ideas and high ground of the Rose School? What do you think of the resistance and the new line of struggle?”

"Provide necessary support with prayers during battle, and otherwise you may fend for yourself as you please."

"Then what else is there to say? I support it." Richard immediately smiled, "That's pretty much it for now anyway!"

"What if I come here to help Intis destroy you?"

"Hey, then I can only fight with you and die."

Edward connected with Si'a's spirit and prepared to use the other party's mystical connection to find the location of the bound god: "Don't you want to live this time and continue to work hard to protect more people under my hands?"

"What are you talking about?" Richard couldn't help laughing, "I have died to protect everyone."

"It's really a choice you make."

Edward no longer answered, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corresponding symbol that shined in the star realm due to the connection of mysticism.

…

hours ago.

"What about 0-08?" asked the True Creator, "use it to change the city's public security regulations."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Edward replied, "I already fed it to Adam."

The True Creator slowly took his hand back:

"What are you going to do with Adam?"

"Use him as a medium for long-term and stable communication between me and the main body. The other me is too weak now. I have to provide support to you when you jump into the sea of ​​chaos, while guarding against the good compatriots outside and trying not to let him transfer too much. Pay more attention." Edward spread his hands, "I'm still thinking about when to throw away the moon... Oh, just throw it away when you fail, put the door in and give the moon to Him, and then your grievances as pillars will begin. not my business."

The True Creator felt that his blood pressure was rising rapidly, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he could not guarantee that he would be the one crawling out of the sea again.

"We're leaving soon. I'll ask you one more time before we leave."

"?"

"You really don't want to capture Amon and dance with you? If you want to preserve yourself as much as possible, the 'wrong' authority might be useful."

It really works... The True Creator thought of how a few epochs ago when he had just woken up in this world, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun used the uniqueness of "error" to make God's recovery go wrong, and it was him who returned from the sea of ​​chaos instead of Him. But as time went by, the impact that "mistakes" could have became more and more limited, and in the end He had to use death as a means to escape from the original.

"No need. If the 'error' falls into the sea of ​​chaos, I will personally extinguish another hope for the earth."

Edward looked at Him with a complicated look: "But if you leave Amon outside, I feel that the hope of the earth will soon be gone."

After all, Zaratul, Klein, and Pales all seem to be in Backlund now, and their concentration is amazing. If Amon comes in to fish in troubled waters, no one from the Source Castle to the diviners to the thieves can escape. They can only count on the storm. The Lord beat up Amon for the sake of the true Creator.

"You think too much."

The True Creator snorted:

"Amon will not appear in Backlund during this period. This is my judgment of his character. The only one who can make him appear is Pales Zoroaster. But in such a special period, the storm will be under martial law Backlund, He will not take too much risk to sneak into Backlund."

"Too."

Edward held his chin:

"I think you can choose Zaratul or Pales. Don't hang yourself on the tree of Klein. I think the three of them are not much different in terms of character alone. Maybe Pales is a little kinder."

The True Creator looks to Him.

Edward gave a gloating smile.

If you want to support Pales, you have to find out the uniqueness and sequence of a certain King of Angels with a strong background.

In the Fourth Age, Amon and the thieves family - Zoroaster and Jacob all have a blood feud. If Pales is helped up, let alone whether Pales is willing to accept funding from the true Creator. , Pales, who is full of elder love for his family and his descendants, probably wants to beat Amon to death with his backhand to comfort the souls of the younger family members in heaven.

"Are you showing human selfishness now? You really treat Him as your child."

Or in a roundabout way, let Pales jump to the "Gate" path or "Soothsayer" first, and then become a god, and then break off a copy of Sequence One and Uniqueness from Amon... But it still can't change the possibility of Pales The fact that he slapped Amon to death.

“Human nature is so complex.” The True Creator admits frankly.

"I will not try to mediate the conflict between them, but out of my personal selfishness, I also don't want to see the two of them fighting to death."

"What about Zaratul?"

"Zarath's accommodation has not been smooth. I don't think it will be smooth for him to accommodate the Source Castle. I will not consider it until Klein fails."

The True Creator shook his head without any hesitation:

"Don't think about other people for the time being. I jumped into the sea this time with the idea of ​​verifying your way of survival. Identity is just a persona for you. In fact, neither 'Dong' nor 'Edward' are you, they are just A personal setting that you use easily, you are actually the 'incarnation of the sefirah'. Only because you are the incarnation of the sefirah, damage to the sefirah will have such a great impact on you."

"Therefore, I came up with an idea - maybe we can compromise between your way of survival and ours. Sooner or later, I will have to accommodate the Sea of ​​Chaos. Instead of fighting with the original spirit again and committing suicide without repentance, I might as well try , can I become the original personality for at least eighteen years in the future."

"It's a great idea." Edward nodded, "Although it depends on the origin, I think your success rate is very high."

He stopped complaining about the true Creator’s obsession with this planet, and instead started discussing this topic seriously:

"Your personal will itself is relatively strong. You have experienced death and been reborn in madness. You have once again recognized yourself. It is not an exaggeration to say that your humanity and self are now on top of the earth. But when you accommodate the chaos of the sea Sometimes, the original spirit and will will corrode you - not just the divinity's corrosiveness, but a higher one, the corrosiveness of another life on you."

The True Creator sat down and said, "Tell me in detail."

"Your self-perception is still stable as a human being. This is the most important part of your humanity."

"Actually, the sun and storms are all fine, but the one that will corrode you the most is probably 'omniscient'."

"I think it's a good thing for you to have the memory and identity of the old era. You should be grateful to the past world. Because humans once controlled electricity, you are still human after acquiring 'Storm', 'Sun' In the same way, the old world can help you resist the original will in terms of mysticism. But humans are not omniscient or omnipotent, so when you gain "omniscience and omnipotence", you will truly be separated from humanity. category."

Edward also sat down, pulled a piece of white paper from the table, and drew a long line segment on it with a pen:

"I'll first assume that this line segment is the 'omniscience' you perceived when you were eroded against the original."

"This is the birth of the universe." Edward drew a section on the line.

"This is the origin of life." Edward drew back a little further.

"This is the making of stars and nebulae."

"This belongs to the first knowledge and authority."

"This is the beginning and the end of our world."

"This is the universe as it was before in the first memory."

"..."

"This is Earth."

Only the last centimeter of the long line segment was left. Edward picked up a magnifying glass and carefully drew another line on this centimeter infinitely close to the end of the line segment.

"This is human."

"The earth has a history of 4.6 billion years. If you look at the earth's time from an 'omniscient' perspective, you will find that human beings only appeared in the last ten seconds of the long planet's history, and during these ten seconds human beings grew rapidly. Birth, rapid establishment of civilization, rapid destruction.”

"And the 4.6 billion years of the Earth are only tens of seconds or minutes in the universe."

"Then you entered an extraordinary era. You single-handedly gave human beings the meaning of existence, but also gave them insufficient time to form the cohesion of their own race. You saved the world, spread faith, and your behavior was infinitely close to God. What means did you have to guarantee yourself? Do you still feel that you are a human being, a short life that only exists for ten seconds, and not God?”

The True Creator looked at that line: "So you have never supported me in recycling the 'White Tower'."

"Didn't I say it? Now you have the direction of the Creator, but you cannot create everything, you are not omniscient and omnipotent, and you are indeed the Creator. Now you are just a 'bug' who has taken advantage of the loopholes. Maybe you can really succeed."

You are right, human beings are such small creatures. It can only occupy a position of more than ten seconds in the memory of the earth, and it is like a particle of dust in the memory of the universe... If we understand human beings, we must not only understand the power and greatness of human creation, but also accept the smallness and insignificance of human beings. Powerless. We cannot indulge in the illusory sense of omnipotence brought about by extraordinary power, nor can we blindly put human beings in a weak perspective...

The True Creator recalled the life he once had and the various efforts he made to resist the original: "I have my own ideas. How much memory can your authority strengthen?"

"If Adam as a medium is stable, he can exert the power of the true God."

True God... Very good. If the power of the old days can penetrate through the barrier, I should consider whether to drive you out, or whether to quickly become God and escape with the earth.

But the words of the true God can still be accepted. The True Creator nodded slightly. Regardless of whether the words of the Outer God were true or false, since He said so, the power that penetrated must be at the level of the True God.

"Then let me ask a specific question."

Edward rubbed his hands:

"Before I leave, should I go and retrieve the Bound God? Maybe the authority of self-restraint will be useful for you to maintain your humanity."

"That is a bargaining chip to accommodate success." The True Creator did not want to agree. "The Bound God has carried the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire for nearly a thousand years. I hope He can save his life. If you must advance the reward in advance, then you can only take the uniqueness. .”

"Okay, I'm leaving then." Edward stood up immediately, "I'll have dinner and come back to you."

…

‘What did you see? ’

Seeing that my followers are being slaughtered, from the vast wilderness to the dense forests, from the windswept coast to the deep mountains and valleys, my followers and people are dying, and their blood stains the earth red.

'what have you done? ’

In the face of war and unreasonable killings, I tried to modify the concept of moderation and encourage people to participate in resistance, but my country was too weak. Guns and extraordinary power replaced the sickle of death across the necks of the warriors wielding cold weapons. Heroic and powerless, they could only die meaninglessly, leaving the living to sink in madness and pain.

"Then don't you hate something? Torzner."

The devil found the soul that was endangered in the pollution. Old and yellow bandages wrapped the withered body of the "god", brown branches pierced his body, and his abdomen was bulging and shriveled... Compared to a god, he looked like a god. A mummy that had just been dug out of a royal tomb by explorers. Oh, and without any gold or silver decorations or a gold coffin to prove its identity, this mummy is probably too hard to even enter a museum.

"Why don't you hate something? Why don't you support the indulgent faction? It's obvious that you have been harmed by the war and become like this."

The devil sat cross-legged on a branch and looked through some of the memories that had the deepest impression on the other party's mind... The fragmented memories were nothing more than some ancient scenes of the country's destruction and people's destruction, so he prescribed the right medicine and spoke casually in a homely tone. A few words of temptation.

The war separated the ideas of the temperance faction from the masses and allowed the power of the indulgence faction to grow rapidly. Si'a, who was born more than 900 years ago, was originally an inconspicuous little character. As a result, they became more indulgent and powerful during the war, and finally killed the leader of the Temperance Faction, Renette Tinichole, a few years ago, allowing the Indulgence Faction to completely defeat the Temperance Faction.

Just like the final word, the Bound God is no longer able to compete with the Mother Tree of Desire.

"As the biggest invisible victim of the war, and as a god who lost his followers and everything in the war, you are the most qualified to hate."

"Just raise your gun like this, raise your knife, and throw something over there. Or open your mouth to the land over there and say some curses - if your believers die, at least they will lose something. Are you a believer? Your people have lost their families, so at least you have to make them lose their families in order to get some cruel comfort."

The red light gradually faded, and the shriveled mummy opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

"You don't want to harm civilians. Hatred will never end...?"

Edward listened to the answer that came from the roar: "I kind of understand why you ended up where you are now."

"It seems that your performance is not very successful. You are bound by everything, including your own conscience and your own morality. You provide the concept of self-control, but you do not provide believers with a new concept in a special period. , your moral standards need to be lowered. Indulgence is obviously just a worse way of acting, but it has been forcibly played by you talented highlanders into two strategies for governing the country."

"Well, dear bound god, you may not believe it, but I am here to free you. Whether this is deception or a lie, you must listen carefully: put down your spiritual blockade and let me take over your place. , let me understand you, let me help the weak you lead the believers in the highlands, express your sincerity to me, open your heart to me——"

Edward stretched out his hand:

"Give me your uniqueness."

TBC

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In the middle of the code, I was suddenly called out to participate in a family dinner with relatives and made a speech. I went, I went, I almost died outside.