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

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The remains of the giant dragon fell into the sea near the Eastern Continent. Books and mountains sank into the ocean, stirring up splashes of water hundreds of miles away. An unprecedented tsunami was brewing, but it lost its sound in the blink of an eye.

They raised their heads and saw the white tower rising from the ground, surrounded by thunder and storms, and in the cloudy world, songs praising the truth sounded.

Thunder and ocean, wisdom and knowledge, another multi-channel god is born in this world, like a rolling trend, unstoppable.

The light of the morning light flickers on the sword of the God of War. The God of Death stands silently by the river that divides life and death. The Mother of Heaven looks at the white tower rebuilt on the remains of the Temple of Knowledge in the distance, looking at the God of War from a distance. Collide.

Today's battle is destined to be impossible. They looked at each other, and at the same time they had a subtle emotion of sadness, and then retreated one after another.

"Disaster is coming, let me leave. Mother's arms will always be your warmest harbor."

In the sky of Fenebaud, layers of white clouds form a soft silhouette of a woman holding a baby in her arms, and a voice so gentle that it makes people want to cry rings in the ears of every believer of the Mother Goddess of the Earth. They simultaneously praised their mother, knelt down devoutly, and kissed the earth.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the land of the entire country began to rise. The Earth Mother Goddess showed the power of the gods. She slowly lifted the land of the entire Feneport Kingdom. The woman in the cloud stepped forward, leading her followers. Let's go west together.

He used the power of the Earth God to change the plate tectonics of the Northern Continent, moving Fenebaud away from the Kingdom of Loen, allowing Segar and Lemburg to border the Kingdom of Loen, and his own Fenebaud walked out of these. The encirclement of countries became the westernmost country in the northern continent.

In an instant, several countries followed the steps of God and moved hundreds of kilometers, like puzzle pieces that were disrupted and reorganized by the hand of God.

Amid unprecedented miracles, the followers of Fenebaud prayed fervently and praised the merciful mother who protected them.

The earth trembled, and a violent shaking passed. Fenebote fell smoothly to the new land. The rich breath blew, and the earth was reconnected. Dense flowers and forests grew on the border, protecting Fenebote tightly.

The Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge watched from a distance as the dragon's body completely sank into the sea. Then he turned around and cast a cold glance at the future Black Emperor in the capital of Naremberg.

George III suddenly felt like a light was on his back. Under the gaze of a tyrant who was higher than himself, he who had not yet ascended to the throne felt an unprecedented irritability and uneasiness, just like the secular imperial power was suppressed by the divine power, and the emperor was helpless. A few seconds later, He sighed and released the connections between Helenborg, Sehgal and Maxi. These believers suddenly woke up from their confusion and regained their faith in the God of Knowledge.

"The country belongs to you, but the faith of the people does not only belong to you."

The tyrant's gaze moved away from Prince Slayer, and the thunder rolled through the clouds, making a rumbling sound, like the wheels of a carriage slowly approaching above the clouds. Thunder fell with a crash, splitting the ground underfoot, and half of the Cathedral of Truth collapsed.

Suddenly, there seemed to be an indescribable breath passing by, staining everything around him with blood.

The sounds of fighting, shouts, and sneers blew up like a storm in the ears of all living beings, and the smell of rust blew in the wind. People seemed to have arrived at the battlefield in an instant, involuntarily holding their breath and concentrating, trying their best to guard against everyone nearby. Enemies seem to be everywhere.

Behind the layers of seals, a dark red flag that looked like it was dyed with blood moved without wind, and the university town became a battlefield.

In a certain prophecy, the white tower connected to the sky would be swallowed up by disaster. But now, this prophecy has changed. The process of the world has gradually deviated from a predetermined script, and has begun to become more chaotic, chaotic, but also with new things. The outcome of hope is like the opening of Pandora's box in the myth, releasing disasters, disasters, wars, diseases and deaths, but at the end a little light remains.

In the distant Intis, Medici, who was dozing off with his legs crossed in the sun on the terrace, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked across the sunlight to the infinitely distant sky shrouded in clouds, and his expression gradually changed.

A big hand made of thunder stretched out and picked up the dark red flag.

Leodro glanced at the flag, snorted with unknown meaning, and then waved it vigorously. The flag fluttered in the wind. The symbol of blood and disaster suddenly descended on the earth. The red light crossed the border, crossed the sea and the sky, and headed straight into the distance. The border of Intis!

The war angel suddenly stood up, and the red stream of light and flames formed a long sword in his hands. He stepped on the railing of the balcony and jumped high, carrying the blazing white flames, and jumped towards the approaching flames of war!

At the same time, a huge mechanical roar came from the sky and the earth, like countless gears running, steam machinery rumbling, the sky in Intis a little darker, the "Perfector" built a perfect protective barrier, even the white clouds Also given the concept of steam.

The two sides finally collided!

The huge air wave was blocked from the national border, but it immediately overturned the national border of Intis. The stone tablet dividing the country was immediately cut in half. The ground was plowed by countless wind blades and flames in an instant, and the vegetation and houses were destroyed. They were all destroyed in less than a second, and no one survived.

The white clouds in the sky were swept away, the sky was clear, and the thunder gradually started.

"Leodro!"

The Red Angel stood on the spire of the Cathedral of Light, leaning on his long sword, laughing loudly at the approaching storm in the distance: "Finally something good, otherwise I wouldn't even be qualified to stand opposite the Lord! No, you wouldn't be qualified either!" "

"Medici."

The voice of the Storm Lord was carried by the thunder. He stood there holding the banner of war, which was a symbol of disaster.

"This is probably the last battle between us."

A ferocious smile gradually climbed onto the face of War Angel. He held a giant sword burning with flames. A hazy red light enveloped the entire Intis in an instant. All hunters were given the power of War Angel at the same time. They could all be Medici, they can all be conquerors!

The red light will continue to expand, and when this army takes action, it is destined to turn everything around it into a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

"Come on then, Leodero!"

Medici laughed heartily, and blazing white flames spread out in the sky like an ocean, burning fiercely. Behind him, in the endless white mist, searchlights lit up one after another, so huge that it was unimaginable. Things have descended on the earth like never before. He is the incarnation of gears and machinery. He is the physical law of steam and the movement of the world. Everyone prays to Him, and every technology is spread by Him!

In the white mist, the sun's rays and tiny thunder and lightning flashed faintly.

These brand-new technologies have not yet formed complete symbols, but since they already exist, they are destined to be spread one day.

In one second, countless people around the world are dropping copper pennies into gas meters, steam engines are rumbling, ships are sailing on the seas, and airships are rising in the sky. In some countries, people led by "civilized enlighteners" are naturally anchors of "civilized enlighteners".

After War Angel finished laughing, his tone suddenly became serious again, full of anger and hatred:

"Let me see, you traitor, what have you learned in thousands of years of eating corpses!!"

…

When the outside world was gradually engulfed by the flames of war, the distant Eastern Continent turned out to be as peaceful and peaceful as a paradise.

The tide when Herabogen fell failed to pass through the sea of ​​ruins of the God War, and naturally it would not affect the people of the Eastern Continent.

In the distant Silver City, people share different flavors of mushrooms, talk about the taste of monster meat and mushrooms, and chat comfortably in small groups in sunny places, peaceful and comfortable.

Among them, a child who looked to be two or three years old, with silver-gray hair and blue eyes, was being held by his mother and sitting in her arms. He had a small piece of dried meat in his mouth and kept looking into the distance.

In the round tower of Silver City, there is a specially arranged room.

A pile of blue ice cubes piled up there, like a hill.

Derrick did not carry his weapon, stood in front of the iceberg with his hands empty, and prayed devoutly:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting the honorable name and making the request, he glanced at Colin Iliad, the chief of the "Six-person Council" who was waiting in the distance, and stepped towards the pile of ice.

Colin, who was carrying two swords on his back, saw this and came closer with a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat. He watched as Derrick used all his strength to get into the pile of ice blocks, completely burying himself without leaving any gaps.

Deep and hazy darkness suddenly descended, and even if there was lightning flashing across the sky, it could not illuminate the place.

In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared all around, as if a pair of eyes were staring from the depths of darkness, and a power that seemed to be able to erase people from the world quietly emerged.

Colin Iliad could clearly feel that Derrick fell into a deep sleep. Even though his face was pale and his body was trembling slightly because of the ice that could not melt normally, he did not wake up.

He no longer hesitated and threw the bottle of potion forward, and a ghost-like transparent figure emerged and wrapped it.

The figure walked through the blue ice and came to the small space created by Derrick. He took out the magic potion and poured it into Derrick's mouth.

As soon as this action was completed, it immediately retreated and left the ice pile.

brush!

Colin Iliad suddenly pulled out his straight sword and slashed to the right rear, slashing out a stream of yellow pus and a monster covered in rot and eyes.

This came out of nowhere!

At this moment, Colin Iliad saw a blazing light rising from the pile of blue ice cubes, throwing a pure light that was different from lightning to the surroundings, warm, warm, bright, and full of vitality. .

This filled Colin's eyes, as if they were from before the Dark Ages.

And deeper in the Eastern Continent, in the Moon City guarding the gray mist barrier.

High Priest Nim repeatedly thought about the three sentences of the honorable name of "The Fool". Looking out from the high tower where the priest lived, the hunting team that encountered the miracle that day was still surrounded by people, telling the story over and over again. That high-spirited aura, that refreshing rain and wind.

People were fascinated by it, and in the repeated narration, the seeds of their faith gradually grew.

Miracles and missionaries brought a large amount of food, which was pollution-free and toxin-free, and could even eliminate toxins. Therefore, in the past few days, some patrol teams have tried to go deep into the darkness, looking for the missionary who seemed to come from the holy scriptures to offer salvation, but they did not gain anything. Perhaps as the other party said, sending the honorary name has already completed the task, and now he has left this place far away.

Nim watched this scene in ecstasy, feeling for the first time in a long time that the light of hope did appear in front of Moon City.

"The Lord gives light, which is already salvation... But human beings are so greedy. For Moon City, if the Lord punishes the unbelievers, I am the black sheep that leaps out, and I am willing to bear the Lord's rebuke for the people of Moon City. Lord of anger.”

The high priest's fingers crossed the parchment on which the name of "The Fool" was written, and he finally made up his mind.

"The 'fool' who does not belong to this era..."

…

In this world, there are still countless people praying to the Creator.

And the Creator is sleeping in the lightless deep sea. In his sleep, He is looking for himself, humanity, and his own justice. Then, endless time and memories rush in, wrapping Him up like a huge tide. In the waves, a small boat was teetering.

Everything was carried out in imperceptible silence. A stone tablet was inserted diagonally beside Him, transforming into a chaotic ocean belonging to the true Creator.

TBC

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Double update.

When I saw someone saying that I wrote Paradox Reader, Aurora Society and others by myself, I really couldn’t stand it... You haven’t even opened the starting point! Those are two excellent books! Where's the money! Where's the money! ! Here’s the royalties for two books! ! That’s tens of thousands of monthly royalties! ! ! Don't just spread rumors and don't give me the money! ! !