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

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The turbid and dark spirit is filled with flashing scarlet that symbolizes madness and dark colors that depress negativity.

Red moonlight emitted from the sphere in Edward's hand, temporarily acting as a simple barrier to block external influences. He sighed, let go of his hand, looked at the neurotic madness caused by the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire and was silent for a few seconds, and then sighed again.

"Can you be more sunny? I'm really worried that my depression will relapse after eating your uniqueness."

"You want to eat me, and you have so many demands?" The Bound God managed to get rid of the old pollution for a while with the help of the outer gods. He was depressed and spoke feebly, "You are stronger than the Mother Tree of Desire, I can't resist, If you want to kill, just kill."

"Don't be so pessimistic, I just want to be unique."

Edward stretched out his hand and made a cross on his chest casually: "You can say that you have successfully saved yourself, or you can thank the Creator. After all, it is He who wants you, a person who has resisted the Mother Tree of Desire for thousands of years, to live. Although I have no interest in accepting a subordinate angel, but He might be interested."

The Bound God was silent for a while. He moved the twisted and ferocious mummy body, reached out and pulled out the disgusting flower-like sarcoma that was slowly growing in the gap between the bandages. The condensed blood of the mythical creature surged in the wound, and there was no trace of anything on the withered face. expression.

"Did I ever have any choice?"

"Perhaps there was."

The devil stretched out his hand, and under the strong aggregation effect of adjacent pathways, the body of the angel king of the "prisoner" pathway involuntarily twisted and deformed, and twisted claws and fangs grew out of the filthy spirituality. The bandage wrapped around Him like a shroud was attracted, as if it had a will of its own, and the skin and flesh were bloodyly torn off the body of the mythical creature.

The Bound God showed his strong endurance, the fear of losing his authority, and the pain of his uniqueness being forcibly stripped away by the aggregation effect. They were all hidden under an unwavering expression, and he had already become numb from the torture day after day. .

"Perhaps there was one time. There is no right or wrong way to choose. Your ability to survive to become the King of Angels also proves your ability... The most important thing is that you made the right choice when fighting against the Mother Tree of Desire. This choice is consistent with Your patience saved your life.”

"..."

But my patience and restraint for various reasons only saved my life in the end.

It was Jin's good habit for the Bound God to remain silent, and it was difficult to see any expression on his mummy-like face.

Edward comforted him casually, not expecting any real reaction from the Bound God. When those bandages were wrapped around His wrists, the prayers and praises from believers gradually became clear in His mind.

After staying on Earth for a long time, Outer Gods have become accustomed to these messy prayers. Anyway, demons will pray to Him, and evildoers will also pray to Him. People who long for revenge and power will directly regard the abyss as their first priority. Choice, in short, the composition of believers is very complicated - oh, it is worth mentioning that as the popularity of "Abyss" and "Hell" has further declined rapidly, the affirmation of the Church of the Creator and a more complete analysis of the meaning of mysticism have now begun to prevail. "Go to hell!" is a new type of insult with a strong flavor from the past.

Edward reached out and grabbed the strange shroud that started to merge with his skin. After initially forcibly containing the uniqueness with the help of the aggregation ability, he first gave some small punishments to all the believers who called out the "Mother Tree of Desire" in their prayers. .

"I won't eat you for the time being, but that won't be the case in the future."

"If you have a strong sense of self-esteem, you can ignore what I'm going to say next - if you want to live, you can consider handing over Sequence 1 as soon as possible. I have no interest in chasing down an ordinary angel."

As they spoke, their fates and mystical connections began to interact normally, and the visible or invisible constraints were transferred layer by layer from the bound god to the new prisoner, the true god. Different from the single form of "devil", the "prisoner" symbolizes self-restraint and external force binding to everyone and things. It can be as specific as the straitjacket used to restrain patients in a mental hospital, as abstract as the law or some kind of conventional society. Standards, people yearn for freedom amidst the shackles, and build layers of cages to block and restrict themselves out of fear of absolute freedom, thereby maintaining a delicate balance between nature and society, a gap between indulgence and moderation.

Edward suddenly felt a substantial restraint acting on himself first——

"Prisoner" makes Him want to stop, stop moving, and set a range of activities for himself in space;

"Madmen" clamor to restrain reason and replace thinking with pure instinct;

"Werewolves" deny their own social concepts such as etiquette and morality, and expect to act like beasts without any restrictions;

Then, the "living corpse" ossifies the spirit with the decline in vitality and mobility, imprisoning the spirit body in the body. The "resentful soul" is a resistance to the previous sequence, excessively liberating the soul bound by the body;

"The familiar feeling..."

Edward murmured twice with difficulty. This feeling of being wrapped in layers of curses was extremely familiar. There was room for breathing when he was promoted step by step, but at this moment they were strengthened by uniqueness, like many layers of fabric wrapped together, leaving nothing behind. A little breathing room. The "puppet" restricted his mobility like a "living corpse" and set more restrictions. The "silent disciple" directly made him not want to speak, and even further made him want to cut off contact with the world and not listen. Don’t look, don’t speak, don’t perceive, to achieve two-way, true complete silence.

At this time, the malicious indulgence from the "devil" path was like a flame that ignited the breathless layered curtains, burning away all the restraints of the body, spirit, and non-biological instincts with the purest wild malice. .

Any restraint will become vulnerable in the face of evil.

‘What the heck is it? ’ The devil said, ‘I won’t listen anyway. ’

The Bound God seemed much more relaxed. Under the light of the red moon, his spirituality became active within the normal range.

"It's considered that I have acted in advance..."

And "ancient evils" and "gods" are interacting with the demonic path, using evil curses and malice as a link, sometimes through indulgence of malice as a common connection, and sometimes contradicting each other in nature.

At the same time, the shouts and prayers of the believers constructed another understanding, which was the identity of the "bound god" and the "mother tree of desire" in the believers' imagination, either benevolent, violent, temperate, or Indulgence, contradicting each other.

This is the spiritual imprint that belongs to Torzner, the traces left by His uniqueness for more than a thousand years.

Faced with such a mental imprint that seemed like a stubborn stain, Edward didn't resist much. He directly chose to let go of his spirit.

In an instant, He swallowed up the spiritual imprint belonging to Torzner, and thousands of years of memories that did not belong to Him appeared out of thin air in the records of the declining king. These memories hurriedly passed through the ancient and barbaric era, following the time when the "Alien King" Kwashitoun led his alien creatures to plunder resources day after day, passed through the first blaze of civilization, and gradually accepted Civilization, the long period of self-change that broke away from biological instincts after touching "temperance", overcoming the days when humans began to try to cultivate normal believers as they became increasingly prosperous, overcoming the mighty catastrophes, and overcoming the thousand-year-old partial peace in the southern continent. In a corner, we can go through the endless painful years after being eroded by the Mother Tree of Desire.

The Decline King has read Torzner's entire life up to this point, turned it into a record, and stored it in the ocean of his own thoughts.

With this as the core, He accepted the brand of "The Bound God" and naturally and easily integrated the uniqueness.

The old cloth with a depressing aura clung to his body like a second layer of skin. His thinking and spirituality were suppressed, and his reason and desire were simultaneously restrained. Under the layers of shackles, explosive power was brewing.

At this moment, He felt that He was in the bodies of different believers, in every human being, in the bodies of various animals, in sealed objects, and in the bodies of all spiritual things.

He can influence them and control them, and all spiritual things seem to be truly touched by Him.

There were no too many announcements, no reactions that showed strength. It was just that everything in the world was slightly affected in the blink of an eye. Some became anxious, and some became more silent.

"The Bound One" was born.

The most intuitive feeling this brought to Edward was that his sealing ability had been significantly strengthened. The moment he took back the red moon to seal it, he seemed to feel the motherly compatriot staring at him fiercely.

"good."

He turned to look at Torzner: "Perhaps one day after your death, I will continue to live as you."

"It's scary," Torzner said calmly.

Before death, you see a person who claims to be you continue to live. Even if the other person has his own life experience, his own memories, and his own everything, can that be regarded as him continuing to live? Torzner felt that he would never die in peace.

Edward smiled: "Don't worry about these little things, our time is extremely long. Maybe when you are really about to die, you will be glad that there is still someone else - I have recorded your life, and if you are eaten by me, I will too Consider you a part of me.”

"No," Torzner said, "at least now I don't want to."

"Well, you have a choice now."

Looking up at the sky, the symbol of the astral world has changed. The symbol of the "bound god" has dimmed and fallen to the person of the slave god.

"The way you prisoners live should not be mainly influenced by the outside world. To be more precise, your shackles should come from within."

Torzner raised his head.

Edward also didn't want to speak now: "The constraints of the outside world can only make you close to the 'prisoners', but what really imprisons you should be your own heart. Set limits for yourself, use good or evil as motivation to break through the limits, and then set limits With the new restrictions, this might be better.”

After saying these words, Edward felt a deep feeling of "not wanting to speak". A contradictory emotion of wanting to be self-enclosed and wanting to break through all constraints and rush towards absolute freedom affected his ability to judge things. . Although the uniqueness and the instinctive changes brought about by the path were not enough to influence his will, the back and forth made him no longer in the mood to communicate with Torzner, and directly threw him out of this closed space.

Edward also had no intention of saying hello to the believers in the Highlands. He left the star world mechanically and asked in a stiff voice:

"Going to the Eastern Continent?"

…

Richard frowned and looked at Baranca, the "King of the Curse" beside him.

He asked, "Did you feel anything special just now?"

Barranca whispered with some fear: "For a moment just now, I felt that my spirituality did not belong to me. They could kill me, just like I used inconspicuous objects to kill others."

"me too."

Richard murmured: "Why do you feel that no matter how the gods in our path change, people won't like them?"

These rebellious words immediately caused Barranca to show the same pained and ferocious expression as Mahamus. He calmly moved away from Richard to prevent the Angel of Temperance from being punished by God from affecting him.

"Don't be so timid, He won't punish God for such a trivial matter." Richard glanced at his colleagues and gloated a little, "Speaking of which, those who were disemboweled just now prayed to the 'Mother Tree of Desire', now you guys The prayer rituals and words used should be revised."

Suddenly, his spirit moved slightly and he looked into the distance.

I saw a thin figure wearing a gray cloak walking far away on the path at the end of my sight. He was barefoot, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but he carried a formidable and powerful spirituality, which made Barranca subconsciously Moved behind Richard.

The cloaked man gradually came closer, revealing an equally withered and scarred face under his hood.

He looked at Richard, and Richard looked at him, with an expression and movement that could be called blasphemous. Apart from the frightening scars and spirituality, this face is so ordinary that people cannot remember it at all, like an ascetic monk who can be seen everywhere.

And Barranca was hesitating whether to kneel or not.

"I remember you."

Torzner suddenly spoke.

"You prayed to me, praying that I could give you a copy of Sequence One."

"But you didn't give it to me." Richard said in a tone that seemed to be complaining. "You didn't give me the uniqueness and sequence one, and you weren't willing to help me stab Si'a in the back. How could I have the ability to fix the rose?" Where’s the school?”

"I have no energy left." Torzner responded calmly and head-on to this prayer that made his eyes darken at that time.

"So do you have any energy left now?"

Barranca was so frightened by these words that he almost knelt down, while Richard seemed to have no idea how to write the words humility and piety. He solemnly discussed the terms with the former "Bound God": "You see If you go up there, you won’t give me your Sequence 1, so you might as well join me, kill Si’a, and rob him of Sequence 1. This way I can go one step further, and the life of the Highland Resistance Army can be easier. Some."

"You are the god that I have devoutly believed in for more than a hundred years, and Si'a has been causing trouble to the Temperance Sect and the Rose School of Thought, confusing your cognition and seizing your anchor. No matter what you say, I should look at it. Are you partial to me out of piety?"

Richard uttered arrogant words, and even the bound god who had been a bound god for more than a thousand years was silenced by the arrogant words of this believer with a unique painting style.

Barranca didn't dare to breathe, and Torzner had nothing to say, but it happened that the other party was a positive anchor who played many important roles after his poor condition, helping him to reintegrate the Rose School and reintegrate the high ground. The resistance army even opposed the idea of ​​"the bound god is the incarnation of the mother tree of desire" of the indulgent faction, but they could hardly do anything to express it, and they couldn't even protect the other party.

Thinking of this, Torzner's pitiful bit of humanity that had been suppressed along with his instincts came to the fore again.

He nodded: "But I can't guarantee your future safety." I can help you defeat Si'a, but I can't defeat the outer god.

"It doesn't matter."

Richard understood the other party's worries and immediately smiled: "He doesn't care about these little things - ah, or in other words, He is willing to see me struggle for a while. You are really a tolerant and kind god! I believe in it devoutly. You have been here for more than a hundred years, and as early as when the Church of the Bound God still existed, I have been able to memorize your teachings by heart, and I am grateful for your generosity. Now it seems that I can finally get some normal help."

"Have I ever given abnormal help?"

"No, you didn't help me."

Richard smiled: "When my mother died of hunger, I prayed to you, but you didn't give me an answer. The priests said that we are born to suffer, and only by suffering can we strengthen our spirit and strengthen ourselves. My master and I When I was fleeing, I prayed to you. I wanted to know why we have been suffering, why war and death never end, and when can we enjoy strength and happiness? Master said that suffering is the path we choose, our destiny. I When I and the resistance army were being defeated by the Northern Continent, I also prayed to you. I said that I had suffered so much, but where was the way to become stronger? You didn't answer me."

"Lord! There are so many ways, but we are the only ones who have to suffer like this. When suffering becomes the norm, when patience becomes a habit, we numb ourselves day after day, accept our fate, and no longer resist."

The Temperance Angel pushed up his glasses, his tone was relaxed and his smile remained unchanged.

"If suffering is our destiny, then I will never accept this destiny."

Barranca was half kneeling on the ground, head lowered. He originally pulled hard on Richard's clothes in an attempt to stop him from talking, but upon hearing the words that followed, his pulling force gradually relaxed, and he finally fell into wordless silence.

Torzner was also thinking in silence. He tried to find these prayers from his memory, but he soon gave up.

After the war began, too many people had such experiences, and countless people asked Him this question. He didn't know which of the tortured children in his memory grew up to be the angel in front of him.

"...Do you need me to apologize?" Torzner asked seriously, "You put in your faith, and I am responsible for protecting you. I failed to do it. I even need your anchor to save myself. I should apologize to you. of."

Barranca was shocked and wanted to speak, but he had not overcome his fear of faith, and he did not dare to accept the gods' apology.

Even though God has become extremely weak and fallen from the sky to the earth.

Richard frowned in confusion, then smiled teasingly.

"Oh, you are so polite... and you apologize, how embarrassing is that?" The Temperance Angel came closer, reached out and patted Torzner on the shoulder, his expression and tone gradually became closer to the devil's whisper that Torzner had just heard, The latter suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Are you still thinking about how to save your believers? Are you still hesitating about what to do to restore the losses of the Highland Kingdom in the past two hundred years? In this case, why not join me? , devote your unlimited life to the unlimited struggle for the people of the highlands?”

"You look very idle. Otherwise, we will drive away the garrison in the Southern Continent tonight, and then restore the country tomorrow..."

TBC

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Others play the role of prisoners: indulgence, moderation

Decay plays prisoner: fourteen hundred years in jail on Earth

Recently, due to classes and review, the update time will be relatively abstract, so I basically take the time to write.