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

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"According to the customs of Eurasia...the Eastern Continent before the catastrophe, there should be many cities near the sea, right?"

The True Creator did not answer.

The sun shines on the land abandoned by the gods, slowly purifying the pollution and darkness that have accumulated in this land for thousands of years. Edward walked around, doing some impromptu archeology from time to time, admiring the scenery of this nothing wasteland as if he were really traveling.

"A person died here, and there are traces of fighting and remains here... This is a small team, an exploration team sent by the last living force of a city-state on the verge of extinction, trying to find some food."

Edward stretched out his hand and gestured: "Then they encountered a terrifying monster in the dark, and the group was destroyed here."

"This happened... nine hundred and eighty-seven years ago."

The True Creator glanced in the direction indicated by His hand. His authority did not involve history. He saw nothing, only a dull wasteland and a few solid debris with no apparent material. He closed his eyes and did not ask what happened to the people in the city-state who were still waiting for their relatives to return with food after the team was wiped out, because the outcome was already doomed.

The city-state is on the verge of collapse. Even if the team does not die this time, they will be in danger next time, and the next time. Even if he can successfully return with his prey every time, he still cannot resist the never-ending darkness and despair. Madness and death are the only answers to the land abandoned by God.

He understood why the King of Decay liked this place.

There are these little episodes everywhere along the way, and the chatter of the outer gods surrounds the ears of the true Creator. At this time, he did not think that the other party was deliberately disrupting his thinking and emotions. Instead, he thought it was a disguised form of help. Because through the other party's narration and records, he could feel that his connection with this land became more and more profound, and his weight gradually increased.

Although he felt tired, sad, and helpless, the true Creator had never so clearly understood the suffering experienced by the Eastern Continent, and had never been so clearly aware of what he had done, and how his decision had fallen on the earth, forming a What a hopeless world.

"God" does not feel guilty. God is always right.

"God" cannot suffer. God is all-knowing and all-powerful.

"God" will not regret. God leaves no room for doubt.

But people are not.

Relying on these subtle and inconspicuous differences, the true Creator can always defeat the increasingly clear calls in his ears time and time again.

"...Oh, there is a city here."

The Outer God, who was walking outside and doing free and irregular movements, suddenly stopped. He walked a few steps in place, faced a certain direction, reached out and grabbed a handful of countless information, records and information from the land. History was suddenly drawn in like a whirlpool, and gradually gathered into a vague image of a book in His hands. The True Creator also stopped and observed the actions of the Outer God.

The spiritual world of the Eastern Continent is still not completely connected to the outside world, and these intelligence and records do not come from the spiritual world, but...

…the memory of the land itself?

The True Creator couldn't help but think of the "memory of disaster" he experienced during his godhood ceremony. This memory contains so many people, so many cities, so many different perspectives and identities. Compared with a certain person or Some people’s memories are indeed more like records from a spatial perspective, proof of their existence.

However, being able to do this proves that he has established a stable communication with Tianwai's half and is able to use the other party's power.

There was a soft sound, and a book that looked nothing special fell into Edward's hands. He flipped through it roughly, looked at the contents of the book, then looked at the ground under his feet, and said doubtfully: "A city on a cliff?"

The surrounding area is a wasteland with no mountains or cliffs.

The eyes of the true Creator moved slightly, this name evoked some extremely distant memories of Him.

Edward flicked his wrist, and the thick book began to turn pages automatically. As the pages turned, the world around him suddenly changed.

In an instant, a mountain peak appeared out of thin air, and countless illusory bricks and timbers flew up from the ground. Stone bricks several centimeters wide built a heavy city wall, and stone slabs paved the wide ground. A city with an obvious giant style and the delicate and exquisite patterns and carvings that humans are fond of rose from the ground. The huge city was built against the mountains, and the winding mountain roads were neat and beautiful.

As if going back in time, the phantoms of residents appeared in the city. They were blurred, talking and laughing with each other, and some were hawking.

The city gradually shrank, and it seemed that it had gone through many expansions before reaching its final size. The city walls disappeared and turned into raw materials. The ground changed from stone slabs to ordinary dirt roads. The clothes of people coming and going quickly became simple or even rudimentary, with only a few pieces of cloth left around their bodies.

Then, the number of people gradually decreased, the number of giants increased rapidly, and occasionally elves appeared. And almost every giant is surrounded by some thin and thin humans, surrounded by a few pieces of simple cloth, or even half-clothed.

Edward flipped through the book, and the phantom of the city kept changing with his movements, like pulling the progress bar of a video.

The True Creator stared at the city and suddenly asked: "How was it destroyed?"

Edward paused in turning the book and turned directly to the last few pages.

The majestic city built on the mountain suddenly trembled violently, as if an unprecedented earthquake suddenly struck. The faces of the walking human phantoms all showed expressions of shock.

Extraordinary people came out to maintain law and order, evacuate the crowd, and let them go to the shelters prepared in the city. But then, the entire sky suddenly turned dark, thunder and lightning flashed, silver sword light pierced the sky, and a aftermath hit, The entire mountain peak was cut open like tofu.

Mountains collapse.

No one had time to resist, and the city and people turned into fragments and were buried in gravel and soil.

There was no light between heaven and earth, shadows flowed over, and the remains of mountains and cities melted into the bloody darkness. Then more than a thousand years passed, and with the gathering of Extraordinary monsters, monsters came over in a hurry, digging through the soil to find the remaining Extraordinary properties, and weird Extraordinary plants grew. The ruins of this raised hill and cliff city just slowly... The land disappeared and no trace was found again.

The book is closed and a story comes to an end. Edward observed the true creator and asked curiously: "Have you been here?"

"Coming here means that my destination is not far away."

The True Creator did not answer this question directly. He lowered his eyes and scanned the wasteland beneath his feet, with a sigh in his voice.

"...I walked out of the Sea of ​​Chaos and wandered confusedly in the Eastern Continent for a long time. This strange world was full of terror and strange monsters everywhere. Even myself became a stronger person with sacred and weird powers. monster."

"Then, in a small village on the mountain, I finally met human beings, human beings who were born as slaves."

"In fact, giants are quite gentle in comparison. Although they will treat humans as toys and play nasty games, at least they will not eat humans, nor will they take pleasure in torturing humans, nor will they discuss how old humans taste best. , doesn’t make me feel too sick.”

His words stopped here. The true Creator raised his head, looked into the distance, and chose a direction to move forward.

Edward listened carefully to what he said, and thought for a while about the age at which humans have the best flesh. Then he stopped thinking about this topic, stuffed the books in his hands into his collection cabinet, and followed him.

…

"Republic or constitutional monarchy, that is the question."

Richard looked around: "Anyway, don't build a kingdom. I think it doesn't matter whether there is a king in the highlands. Does anyone object? I heard that Intis has begun to implement basic social security to allow extraordinary people to participate in production and labor. Now, do we really need a so-called royal family to support us? In the past, perhaps a strong leader was needed to unite the highlanders. But, look at these royal families, recognize the reality, actively prepare for war, and inspire the people , correctly use indulgence to liberate combat power... As long as there is no mistake in any of them, we will not dislike them. Now, even the resistance army does not use the royal banner to return to the country, what do we expect the royal family to do to lead us? "

The bound god remained silent.

"I think... forget it, I'll vote for the Republic." Barranca glanced at the Bound God hesitantly. The Tinichole royal family can be regarded as a dependent of the Bound God, so they were directly captured by Richard. Even though he denied it at the beginning, it still made him feel a little complicated.

But even though he was extremely reluctant, He still sat at the temporary negotiation table. The other "Silent Disciples" and "Puppets" sat at another square table in the distance, not daring to breathe and trying to digest the progress.

This small building that was temporarily tidied up was full of glory due to the arrival of the Angel of Temperance, the King of Curses and the Bound God. It was predicted that it would become the new pilgrimage site of the Rose School for at least the next ten years.

It's a pity that Si'a is not here, otherwise it will be an unprecedented grand occasion for the angels of the Rose School to gather together to discuss the future.

"It seems that you two also feel that the Highlands do not need a royal family, or that there is no need for a royal family with too much real power."

Seeing that the three of them had reached a consensus, Barranca asked the next question:

"Then do we need a constitutional monarchy? The Tinicore royal family is almost dead. Of course, if... uh... the great bound god has the will to establish a constitutional monarchy, we can also find the remaining members of the school. A descendant of Tinichole's royal family succeeds to the throne... So, what should we do with Reinette Tinichole, who has transformed into a spirit world creature? After all, he is the favored one of the bound god."

He was still killed by our indulgent faction.

"..."

Both of their eyes shifted to the bound god who was wearing an inconspicuous robe and had an ordinary appearance and was covered with scars. Torzner thought for a while and asked in a voice that seemed to have no emotional fluctuations:

"What does Reinette think of the Highlands now?"

"I don't know. We just settled the garrison issue two days ago. Now we don't even have a provisional government, and we don't have time to inform others." Richard reached for a cup of coffee and tasted the mellow coffee with the flavor of the Pas Valley for a while. While drinking, he said, "If you are curious, I will go back to the spirit world to visit him. I guess the creatures in the spirit world are not too interested in information about the real world. He has been dead for several years."

"Mahams." He greeted sideways, "Give me some milk."

The blond curly-haired Maihams stood up, then turned around and left the small room to get milk.

"Is Reinette's attitude important? I think Reinette is still a little obsessed with Si'a."

Barranca found a sense of participation and said casually: "Spiritual creatures are no longer living people, and it is normal to only retain one or two of the most profound emotions. Reinette probably only has her Temperance faction in her heart right now. , and Si'a who killed himself."

"Maybe he also hates you." Richard teased, "After all, he became the King of the Curse only after he died."

"I don't care what dead people think."

"The last time I communicated with Him was more than a year ago. Anyway, He still doesn't like to see me. Of course it's a good thing to be persistent with your juniors. I also plan to find time to visit Reinette and Sharon."

"Visit?" Barranca sneered.

"Humph. It's a visit now." Richard smiled, "Little Sharon's strength is limited and she doesn't dare to come to us openly. Since Steve is dead, Maric should also be a resentful spirit. Two young people The resentful souls are unable to unite the Temperance Factions who fled to the Northern Continent, and their sworn enemies cannot surrender. They are just insignificant children. Why should I pay attention to them?"

"You seem to have gained a lot from your trip to the Northern Continent this time."

"It's indeed a lot. I saved a little girl whose family was very rich." The temperance angel took the tray with the coffee over and brushed it with his palm. The plain tray without any pattern grew into clusters of flower-like lines, " The little girl is a spectator with good psychological quality. I also plan to turn her over to treat the lunatics and lunatics here. The mental hospital can hardly accommodate the bottom members."

"Audience?" Barranca asked curiously, "from the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

"Maybe."

While talking, Mahams knocked on the door and entered with a milk jug. Richard handed over the coffee in his hand and asked the bound god on a whim, "It's a good time for afternoon tea. Would you like some snacks?" It seems that the sacrifices we gave you were only blood sacrifices and no food."

The Bound God looked at him and did not express any clear objection.

Richard waved his hand and greeted Mahams who had just returned to his seat: "Prepare some tea for our respected God!"

Maihams, whose butt had not yet touched the cushion, was silent for two seconds, stood up again, and went out to leave.

"Let's go ahead and talk about Reinette."

Richard cleared his throat and looked at the bound god:

"It seems that God has not thought of a solution, so let's discuss whether it is necessary for a republic to exist - first of all, in terms of productivity, I think we prisoners and criminals are really terrible, and the meaning of our low-sequence existence may just be to Do you have any objections to the fact that psychiatrists provide the role of mentally ill patients and have little use in people’s livelihood?”

"I basically agree with your point of view, but I think our moderation performance still has some effect on society."

Barranca immediately retorted:

"The Balam Empire can hire skeletons for farming, and so can our living corpses."

Richard couldn't help but chuckle: "How many times have I said that moderation is a social moral requirement? Can you use this thing as food? If you can, can others? According to what you say, then we prisoners are actually It’s also useful in terms of productivity. You see, as long as we reach Sequence 2, we can use the unrivaled transformation curse to create food!”

"...I'm not discussing this with you!"

"By the way, has the bread risen?"

"It has been distributed as a working meal." Barranca picked up the topic, "Recently, the city that was damaged by the school is being renovated. There are many jobs, and people's enthusiasm is still very high."

"Well, that's good." Richard thought, "What does the new city plan look like? Come back and show me the design drawings."

"OK."

The two angels were chatting, and Mahamus walked forward cautiously and placed a soft and delicious-looking milk pancake in front of the bound god. The Bound God sitting in the main seat nodded to him. The latter was honored to receive feedback from the potion and returned to his seat. Torzner looked at his two angels left and right very restrainedly, feeling that there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between them.

Although the topics kept changing, from the new Highland Country polity to Reinette's views and positions to prisoner productivity and urban renovation efforts, they always overlapped with a strange frequency, communicated smoothly, and then came back again. On to what matters most.

"Well, I think my opinion is a little biased."

Richard touched his chin: "You are right, since werewolves don't want brains, then we might as well let them do physical work. Living corpses can be sent to farm, and the resentful spirits can enter the factory to control the machines... No, in the end It’s better not to do this. One resentful spirit is enough to keep half of the textile factory operating normally, but it will be of no benefit to the people. How did the Balam Empire deal with it?"

Barranca spread his hands:

"The current policy of the governors of the Balam Empire is to let Extraordinaries do most of the work, and then use the productivity of Extraordinaries to improve the welfare and living standards of the people. The form of work is equivalent to that of a bishop, and the Extraordinaries from the middle to the top are in charge of the city. , which has jurisdiction over some low-sequence Extraordinaries to participate in urban activities. Supporting laws have not yet been introduced, but probably because of the absolute top-down control of the Death Path, there have not been many bad effects so far. The Extraordinaries of the Death Church They didn’t show any dissatisfaction.”

The Bound God tore the waffle into small pieces, listening to the political information that meant nothing to Him without any reaction.

He felt the normal sensation of food colliding with his mouth, using it as seriously as he was doing research to stabilize his state and humanity.

Richard thought seriously for several minutes, then clicked his tongue.

"We should first discuss our attitude towards the people."

"What's the meaning?"

"Are we going to let extraordinary people take care of everything, liberate the productivity of extraordinary people, improve people's welfare, and raise them like pets? Or are we going to let extraordinary power be used by ordinary people, so that ordinary people can correctly recognize and understand the extraordinary, and gradually Establish the idea of ​​changing the world through the correct use of extraordinary power." Richard knocked on the table, and his words made Barranca show a thoughtful expression, and the demigods also pricked up their ears, "The first one is the simplest, and also There is no need to think about it. With extraordinary abilities, we can take care of all aspects of society, but if this continues, the contempt for ordinary people by extraordinary people will become more serious in the long run."

"It's serious now."

Richard whispered: "Last full moon, a resentful soul failed to adjust to its indulgent state in time and sucked the souls of more than fifty people in an entire village. After waking up, he did not feel guilty. His guilt and sadness were just because he was going to be killed. Execution. Strength, power, money, all temptations will alienate people, especially ours, which are full of temptations and indulgences."

"It doesn't matter." Barranca said, "The northern continent is more serious."

"Can you compare it to the top? Take a look at the Church of the Creator in the Northern Continent!"

When it comes to the Church of the Creator, considering that he and others still need to look at each other's faces to survive, Barranca has to be more serious:

"Appreciate further details."

"Don't ask me, you will know when you go there next month and see for yourself."

The Aurora Society itself has a profound foundation. After occupying the Eternal Sun Church almost without any blood, its energy has reached an astonishing level. The Church of the Creator can cultivate low-sequence Extraordinary people to enter all walks of life to promote production. It can ignore the condemnation of the Church of the Mother Earth and directly encourage the families of church members to become "cultivators". It also allows the Church of Steam to participate in labor. The Rose School cannot do this.

The Rose School... The Rose School is successful if it can restrain its members to work hard.

Richard mentally took a few bites of the lemon.

"The way we treat the people requires more observation and discussion. Since we don't plan to learn from the Balam Empire, the restoration of the country cannot be done overnight... How about we discuss the details of tonight's battle?"

…

"Both the true Creator and that terrible god entered the Eastern Continent?"

Deep in Thordrak Palace, after hearing this secret report, George III, who was almost integrated with the shadows, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his dark blue eyes.

The true god of the devil's path...or rather the alien from the outside left a deep impression on George III, and it was almost impossible not to feel fear when thinking about it. At the same time, He was wondering not only why the real Creator suddenly went to the land abandoned by God, but also about another thing——

This piece of information was actually provided to him by the Church of Storms!

The Church of Storms, which has always given people a sense of recklessness and rudeness, actually surpassed King George III's hounds in the speed of intelligence collection!

"...You did a good job, go down."

After dismissing the demigod who reported the report, George III stood up from the high-backed chair and paced slowly in the palace, frowning as he thought about the possible meaning of this piece of information - the Church of Storms is actually so sensitive to this matter, I'm afraid There is another mystery in it. And these mysteries have been recognized by the storm and the night, and he who can call himself the emperor doesn't even know it yet.

His eyes slightly glanced towards the corner of the palace, where an inconspicuous paper figure was pasted in the dark place of the decoration.

"Lord Zaratul, what do you think?"

The paper man trembled twice and uttered the old man's vague whisper: "I have a guess..."

"oh?"

"According to the legends recorded by my ancestors, the Creator came out of the Eastern Continent and opened the glorious Third Age." Zaratul recalled his life when he was not an angel for a long time. As a human being, of course he also had There was a time when young people would sit next to their elders and listen attentively to their stories. Now times have changed, the ancestors are gone, the family is gone, and he has become an old man, but there are no descendants who can sit next to him and listen to the stories.

He chuckled and said: "My ancestors said that there may be some secrets in the Eastern Continent. The True Creator has returned there, maybe because He is going to take back His followers, or maybe there are some secrets in the Eastern Continent."

"Is the church concerned about the itinerary of the true Creator, or the secrets of the Eastern Continent?"

George III did not say the name of the Lord of Storms. Now that he was the King of Angels, it was easy for him to attract the other party's attention.

"...It seems that the time for action is about to come."

George III gently exhaled. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he was not a fool and would not explore ancient secrets that had nothing to do with him when there were more important things in front of him.

Cooperate with the Church of Storms and obtain the tacit approval of the Church of Night... This was something that was unimaginable just a few months ago, and now it has become a reality.

George III paced, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

Such joy that His long-cherished wish is at hand.

TBC

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This is the update on the 7th, with a little more writing.

When I wake up, I'll do another chapter of No. 8.