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

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William I's eyes suddenly froze, and blazing white flames spurted out from his throat, threatening to burn his vocal cords and his head to ashes. This "Hand of Order" is not willing to sit still and wait for death, and the spirit outlines a golden law in the sky:

"Any form of fire attack is prohibited here!"

However, William I once again made a wrong decision under the teasing of fate. In this blink of an eye, he should immediately integrate himself into the laws of the future "Black Emperor" densely packed in the mausoleum. Ask for help instead of trying to confront the War Angel in front of you head-on with the doom curse of an enhanced "Angel of Destiny".

Almost as soon as the order was formed, the flames burning on Medici's body and sword had a tendency to extinguish, but he didn't care at all. Before William I said "violators should be punished!", he The long sword in his hand cut off William I's neck with blazing white flames. The escaped fire flew around in a circle, and the entire inverted mausoleum was wrapped in blazing fire in an instant.

One's own good luck is the enemy's misfortune. "Destiny" is different from the misfortune of "darkness". Destiny always requires comparison to show the advantages and disadvantages. Only by seeing the misfortune of others can one realize one's own luck.

"Oh, William, little William who loves to cry and is rigid."

We were all acquaintances once, and we spent time together during Solomon's First Empire. Although Marquis William at that time was not even qualified to enter the eyes of the Red Angel, he was willing to use the tone of an acquaintance with unique meaning to send each other messages at this time. Hit the road.

Medici flew up and smashed the head into pieces, and the spiritual blood and brain tissue exploded on the ground. He threw the long sword casually and nailed the headless body that was trying to turn away to the dark stone bricks. The kind-hearted Hongtian used blazing white fire to help William I complete the cremation and speed up the time for the extraordinary characteristics to be extracted. The spirituality of the escaped "Judge" pathway was swallowed up by the remaining adjacent pathways in this mausoleum in a blink of an eye. .

Red Angel looked at this ancient mausoleum and sneered, whether with emotion or sarcasm, he laughed:

"You traitors who follow the wind, I thought I could kill you in the Fourth Age."

Are you being forced to rebel? Or are they forced to take sides? Surrender because you are too weak? You can surrender, of course you can surrender! Then in the future, when others come to kill you for this crime, don't defend yourself with some excuse.

War does not discriminate against deserters, it just leaves them to die.

After a short period of silence, the next moment, the spirit of the "Black Emperor" in the mausoleum was activated. It is difficult to say whether George III, who was just taking action now, really just reacted because of his lack of combat experience, or whether he had some subtle personal emotions towards William I. The irresistible iron law pressed down like a mountain, and the ground opened, swallowing up the ashes and spiritual brilliance that were slowly gathering.

Medici whistled, several talismans exchanged positions back and forth in his palms and fingertips, and his eyes swept across the unsealed sky.

George III left an exit for him, and it seemed that he did not want the Red Angel to wreak havoc in his most important tomb. Of course, Medici was not willing to stay in such an unlucky place, so he immediately turned into a flaming meteor and left.

"What about you, two losers?" War Angel said with a smile, "Are you planning to die incognito?"

He turned his head suddenly and saw a person in the distance who was hesitating. Intelligence showed that he was another angel from the Augustus family, the former Duke of Southwell, the "Balancer" of Sequence Two. , Drink Augustus.

Of course, the former Duke of Southwell would not be stupid enough to use his small stature in Sequence 2 to fight Medici, who was relatively powerful in Sequence 1. He immediately retreated without thinking, not wanting to follow the example of the "Founder" Follow in the footsteps.

In Backlund Palace, George III's heart was beating fast.

Unexpectedly, our ancestor William I died. This man who, at best, was ambiguous and wavering, and at worst, who had no ambition at all but had absolute say in the family, finally died. If he had continued to live, George III would have You have to worry that if you are displeased by the Seven Gods in the future, will William I lead everyone to watch him being killed, and then calmly pay the benefits, put everything on him, and cut ties with him - George The Third smiled, thinking of his third son Edsac who was sacrificed by him.

The Earls of Rustin in history always seem to have had an ill-fated life. The poor little prince, who always looks at his father with reverence, must be so sad and desperate after realizing that he is an abandoned son? He did not hate this child, but rather liked the youngest son. However, before his own goal, He was willing to sacrifice all three of his children even if George III was asked to do so.

If necessary, when I become the Black Emperor, I can clear Edsac's name... George III thought that I could blame everything on the Witch Cult, so that Edsac would still have a partial name in the history books. Positive images circulate.

This world is like this, everyone is struggling to grow like a plant.

Becoming stronger depends not on virtue but on cruelty. The more you want to reach high places, the more the roots of plants will extend into darker places. The more you want to thrive, the more corpses you need as nutrients. Just like offering sacrifices to the cruel god named "Power", the flames on the altar are burning brightly, and what is waiting to be invested is your own sense of justice, kindness, kindness, soft-heartedness and other virtues, and even everything.

Only by burning it all out can we gain the favor of power!

Bringing your thoughts back to the present - the "Balancer" will definitely not overestimate his ability to oppose himself. From now on, the Augustus family will have the final say alone. It’s such a great thing, I should really thank Red Angel!

Give thanks to Him by dying!

The position of George III suddenly rose up, separated from the position of the others. Prince Murder raised his eyes and looked at Medici, who slowly turned around. The "Psychic Puncture" at the level of the King of Angels was activated, and two almost The light that can even tear apart space goes straight towards Medici! A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Medici's mouth. He threw several spells up and down in his hand, but he didn't intend to use any of them.

Because His good luck is simply beyond common sense! The light of "Psychic Puncture" was opened like a showerhead, and only a small part fell on Medici's body. Those two rays of light did not really hurt Him. He only felt severe pain in his head for a moment. He did not lose consciousness or feel any spiritual damage.

The shadow of a silver-white scaleless giant snake hovered around Medici, its blood-red eyes looking directly at the huge shadow connected to the sky.

Medici pressed his eyebrows, and the long sword in his hand spread out into flames. In the flames, it turned into a thin sword that seemed to have no fighting power and could only be carried around the waist as a decoration. Then, "Medici " He arrogantly brushed his long hair back, and his originally iron-black eyes turned into emerald green. In the blink of an eye, War Angel's aura suddenly changed, and even his face seemed to undergo subtle changes.

"Medici, what are you talking about? If you can't fight, just ask for help. We can only laugh at you!"

Sauron laughed: "Einhorn! Get ready, let's teach this little king how to fight!"

Before he finished speaking, the swaying shadows around him suddenly became solid. George III had not yet accommodated his uniqueness, nor had he established a solid understanding of "emperor", but he still had the ability to connect himself with the concept of the country. As if resisting Him is tantamount to resisting a country! Twisted iron laws descend from the sky, and the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom begin to overlap. This place will fulfill every law of the emperor without reservation. The emperor is the only one, and the emperor is everything!

Medici suffered "spiritual puncture" damage? Have to back off?

Seeing the change in the conqueror's appearance, such an idea appeared in everyone's mind.

Then, from nowhere, as if they fell from the sky or grew out of the earth, a huge crowd came and surrounded the army that was united around the conqueror. Upon closer inspection, these human-like but non-human creatures seem to be spliced ​​together from human body parts, and some are simply pieces of paper. They twisted their bodies strangely, twitched their hands and feet, and emitted sharp and unpleasant laughter. Layers of black lines hung from the sky, connecting to the backs of these things, like a ridiculous and funny show on the stage. Puppetry.

"Servant of Secrets" joined the battlefield, and Zaratul quietly intervened with Sequence One of "Writer". Of course, the extraordinary items of Sequence One could not have an effective impact on a "conqueror" who was well prepared, but it was enough for him to Behind the scenes, a drama was quickly written, dragging the red of war into the military situation, and performing it together with his army of marionettes.

"Hey, little Zaratul is here too."

"If your great-grandfather knew what you were loyal to now, he would probably come out of the spiritual brand to teach you a lesson!"

Sauron's eyes swept over these twisted and weird puppets. He was not afraid of these little things, and the red of war was connected to the spirit of the commander, so he was naturally not afraid of them. This army, which is mainly composed of saints and mid-ranks, was originally not qualified to stand on the stage and confront the marionette army, but even if it looked directly at these things, it would not be affected by the angels manipulating behind the scenes. Although the commander's orders and combat style have changed, the well-trained army members still implemented his orders immediately.

They quickly divided into small teams, separated the marionettes who had the numerical advantage, and wiped out these weird things in an orderly manner.

War is an art of concentration and a game of groups, but this cannot be compensated by sheer numbers.

In this short period of time, Zaratul quickly retreated behind the scenes. His rough script had been completed. The projector in his hand projected a series of slides on the ground, starting with the army of marionettes falling from the sky.

"Medici has so many good things." Sauron muttered, picking through the charms in his hand, picked up one at random, and whispered, "Herding!"

"Einhorn, help me keep an eye on Zaratul, and be ready to mobilize the army at any time."

The conqueror's eyes were fixed on George III. This Prince Murderer, who may have two copies of one or three copies, stood on the heights of the Kingdom of Shadow like a real emperor, coldly admiring the two armies with full admiration. sexual performance.

Sauron's shadow suddenly stood up, with three heads close to the conqueror's back. The aura of the sun, corruption and sin surrounded him at the same time. Countless sunlight converged into a long spear and stabbed George III at the height. The king immediately made a decision In response, the spear was twisted and crushed, without causing any harm to Him.

But the next moment, a sense of crisis suddenly erupted from his side and back. George III suddenly turned his head and saw a version of himself growing out of the shadow behind him - another George III grew out, with blood-red eyes and a tinge on his face. The breath of horrific depravity and sin seems to be His reflection!

The reflection of George III, which was made by combining two paths, raised his hand and slowly stretched towards his neck.

At the same time, the thin sword, which seemed to be just a decoration, stabbed diagonally from above Him, and Sauron's laughter was even one step slower than it:

"idiot!"

The conqueror's ridicule aroused George III's irritability and anger:

"You're a piece of trash who hasn't even fought in a war, and you can't even understand what a charioteer can do in person. You'd better go and learn from Solomon before you come back!"

But at this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky of the Kingdom of God, huge meteorites fell like rain, and the scene of doomsday began to brew.

Ourolius's good fortune failed to stop a god, and the "primordial witch" arrived just in time.

George III reacted quickly, blocked the Conqueror's sword, quickly turned around, and temporarily imprisoned his reflected self with the law.

The projector in Zaratul's hand was playing the scene where the conqueror was restricted by the laws of George III and was knocked down by George III with the power of the "barbarian". Suddenly the projector jammed, then jumped back to the previous frame, and then jumped back to the previous frame... …The progress of the script was affected by force majeure, and I had to delete it myself and look for opportunities to re-run it. He narrowed his eyes and raised his head. The endless marionettes were still falling, preventing the red of war from providing help to the commander. Suddenly, he noticed something. A somewhat familiar figure flashed in Marionette's eyes. This person's demeanor and movements were not very similar to other hunters who were immersed in the pleasure of battle. He even had an intis in his mouth. The cigarette was produced, but not lit.

He noticed the gaze of a marionette, glanced in this direction, then took something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"The abyss is coming," Einhorn said.

In an instant, the kingdom of desire and sin spread under the red foot of war. The kingdom of George III was enveloped by the sticky evil spreading from bottom to top. Law and order were also covered with malice, and they were killing each other at this moment. Become glory, treachery be a virtue!

Crazy evil slowly erodes everyone.

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In Intis, there is also a talisman burning in the hand of the God of Steam and Machinery, which is a "historical projection" presented by the Secret Order.

Bonova stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful in the air, but found nothing. Grabbing another handful, there was still only air. After repeating it several times, He grabbed the red-haired war angel Medici from the air.

As soon as Medici appeared, his eyes quickly became alert. A metal cabin fell from above, and Medici got in without thinking. Then the door opened, and he put on the metal divine vessel made by the "Perfector" himself, and moved his joints a few times with satisfaction.

"Chike has joined the war." Medici said, "I guess the two losers can stop them for a while. This historical projection can only last for a limited time. The Lord said that if you need it, you can pray to the 'Fool'. I have told you the name. "

Although we don’t know who the Fool is, let’s rule out Antigonus first.

Bonova nodded, His spirituality is indeed not enough to maintain a sequence of manifestations for a long time.

After Medici finished speaking, he turned around and left, while He built a spiritual wall under the gaze of the God of Steam and began to recite the honorable name of "The Fool".

TBC

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Today I suddenly discovered that some corrected typos will be changed back. What is the principle?

Double update.