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

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"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Dozens of vague portraits floated in the dark world. Medici was sitting on the other side of the table. The card in his hand was almost completely black. Only the part illuminated by lightning could see the outline of the city.

In the "Feast of Betrayal" that took place at the end of the third season, he became a powerful accomplice to his colleagues who had their own evil intentions. Not only was it the most painful and desperate incident for Medici, it was also the most painful and desperate moment for the world!

Ritual is both a tricky way to gain access to the potion's power and a way to create more anchors that keep great things and individuals connected.

"Shemale, how can you compare with me?"

He loosened his fingers and dropped the card on the table.

Together with the "Backlund Plague" thrown by the original witch, the two cards slowly melted on the table.

The card table in front of them turned into a tiny world, and modern cities and buildings quickly grew on the side of the original witch, turning into the Loen of a hundred years ago. At that time, just like the great smog that occurred at the end of December 1349, an unprecedented and huge plague swept the city. Then, in the aftermath of the plague, Backlund established a more complete and most advanced sewage system at the time, surpassing Intis's "Roselle's Legacy".

People as big as fingernails appeared in the city. They covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and hands, lowered their heads, pulled their collars up to cover their noses, and some wore simple masks.

But all this is in vain. The witch's plague is a dark cloud floating in the city, filling every breath of air. Rats walk through the dirty corners of the city, and the inconspicuous creatures and garbage eventually bring death. They inhaled the plague wearing black clouds, drank contaminated water, and then quickly weakened. Some people died of dehydration in violent diarrhea, and some people's subcutaneous bleeding turned black when they were dying.

Even low-sequence Beyonders are not immune, and life has reached a certain level of equality in the face of death and disease.

The number of pedestrians on the streets is rapidly decreasing, and there are more and more trolleys carrying corpses at fixed times.

The condition of the patients will rapidly deteriorate to death within a few days after infection. Corpses continue to appear all over the city, and even Extraordinary people fall one after another. The clergy of the church cannot handle such high-intensity requiem and burial. No one listens to the patients, and no one witnesses the dying person's will. If they go, they may be buried with the deceased. What's more, countless people died quietly at home together, leaving behind a dead house and corpses that slowly rotted together. Those valuable objects are just placed randomly at home, allowing others to take them away.

Even the vampires were affected. Although their bloodletting therapy was very effective, the vampires, who often appeared in the eyes of the world as doctors at this time, were more willing to change their living environment than to treat humans. No one wanted to deal with diseased livestock and Food stays together.

People fled in all directions, but death had already caught them, and they carried the plague further afield.

In the clouds of disease, the witches in black skirts smiled, danced and sang songs.

Their faces were covered with black gauze, as if they were attending a funeral. They threw bright rose petals on the body and put roses in the pockets of the deceased, so that the fragrance of the flowers could cover up the smell of decay and death.

Romantic, strange, and frightening natural disasters.

"That's it?" Medici disdainfully said, "If you haven't even swallowed up the country of Loen, then don't try to do anything you want to do."

The plague was called the plague of Loen Kingdom or the plague of Backlund. It was gradually eliminated after it had a tendency to spread outwards.

Mortality and transmission rates are incompatible.

If you can have both in this world, it must be the witch at work.

"...Ha, it is indeed a pity that we were not able to use the plague that made the purification ineffective, but if it reaches that point, our sect will cease to exist." The original witch chuckled, "We have digested the magic potion and it is done. Acting, Luen has killed enough people, updated the equipment, and built a new city and order. It is a natural disaster as well as a man-made disaster. There is no more perfect cooperation than this."

Medici glanced lazily at the miniature world on the card table, unwilling to give the original witch another look.

"Let you see what real natural and man-made disasters are."

Waves gradually appeared in the sky above the city where the clouds and fog of the disease were floating. The miniature witches dancing in circles on the city streets raised their heads in unison, looking up at the thunder and lightning, the strong wind, the golden light pillars and the crimson moonlight falling together. The thunder swallowed up the screams of the witches, and the entire Backlund was destroyed in an instant.

Behind Chick, the flames on the two portraits symbolizing "pain" and "despair" burned even more fiercely.

The female image above that was originally the "Original Witch" has been completely changed. The new image is very similar to Medici. She has red hair and black eyes and is beautiful, but her eyebrows do not have the pollution that symbolizes the "City of Disaster". Flag sign.

The expression on the portrait is painful and ferocious, and behind the original witch there are countless crying and screaming figures. Everything was changing at this moment. Not only did the expression of the portrait become arrogant, but even the background changed from crying men, women and children to a city connected to the battlefield.

The city was burning, children were crying on their parents' bodies, and the white butcher knives were falling towards their necks.

In the two stages of "pain" and "despair", Medici temporarily surpassed the original witch.

"Haha, do you want to try 'Doomsday' again?"

The sneer at the corner of Medici's mouth became more and more obvious. He put the "Feast of Betrayal" aside lightly, pulled out a few of his great achievements, and placed them one by one on the table like a display of weapons:

"The battle to destroy the dragon king's city of Levished."

"The battle against the elves."

"The battle against the giants."

"I, the God of War, am very generous. I don't need to bully you with the feast of betrayal." Medici leaned back and looked at the original witch's eyes that were almost filled with black flames and petrification rays. "You have something better than this." A more powerful Doomsday? Or do you want to play house with the Pale Catastrophe?"

After these words fell, the portrait of "Doomsday" became shaky.

Scorch marks quietly appeared in the corners of the portrait, as if flames would ignite the next second.

The "immortality" of Sequence 3 has not yet been affected. Both of them are mythical creatures that have been famous for a long time. One is already a true god, and the other has not completely escaped the identity of an evil spirit. They are both undead creatures. The age difference of thousands of years is " There is not a big difference in terms of "not getting old".

The God of Steam and Machinery entered the identity information belonging to Medici and thousands of years of life experience as a kind of data into the brain of the original witch. In fact, the childlike competition taking place now has a great impact on the two of them. People are very important.

Just like at the beginning, the three conquerors were killed by the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor at the same time, but in the end, Medici, who was stronger and more suitable for the path, had the main control over the three-in-one evil spirit. .

At this moment, they are more like proving their abilities in order to gain control over the potions of the "Witch" pathway.

"Medici, your confidence comes from your military exploits."

Chike glanced back casually and saw that his Sequence 5, Sequence 4, Sequence 2 and even Sequence 1 potions were all affected by Medici's aggregation, and began to favor the one that was more "fit", but it was difficult for him to Seize the power of the "Hunter" path.

Oh, he could try to seize the power of the "Weather Warlock", but as he is not a genderless natural mythical creature, his compatibility with the masculine path is limited. If he seizes it, he who has almost no role will be inferior to Medici.

Besides, "Weather Warlock" is not the core authority of hunters, so there is no point in taking it.

"But being born a mythical creature, do you really have enough experience as an assassin?"

Chike sneered: "Judging from the fact that your conspiracy is just a mental duel with me, you are actually not that good either."

"That's wrong. I asked Steam to write my data to compete with you for control of your potion. I fought for it, and I won. I didn't fight for it. I also successfully held you back, too. I win." Medici didn't care about his data at all.

"But you've never really played an assassin, a witch."

"You can only barely get along with the symbolic meaning of a witch, bringing disaster and uncertainty wherever you go, but you can't match the simplest literal meaning."

Medici smiled at Chik's words and even turned his attention to look at his fingers:

"The way you are holding on is very similar to the God of Steam."

"He is stupid, has no understanding, and no talent. I dare say that any person from the Church of Steam can do this position. But it is precisely because he does not have any outstanding talents, no threat or possibility of independence that he was taken over by Austria. Chosen by Psychus, he should be trained by God.”

"Before that Russell appeared, He couldn't even digest magic potions, so he simply called himself the 'God of Craftsmen'. In any case, it is always right to stick to the path and continue to perform steadily from the lowest sequence."

"What I did in the high-sequences was much better and more powerful than yours, but you turned around and said that I never played low-sequences..."

Medici yawned disdainfully.

"When you were a man, I'm afraid the only thing that was tough about you was your mouth."

Chike's expression cracked for a moment: "You..."

Then, His beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows frowned.

Blazing white flames rose from Medici's feet and enveloped him in them. This flame also connected with the several portraits that had been affected by him. The flames dissipated, and a red-haired woman who was identical to the image in the portrait appeared opposite the original witch.

He is still wearing a strong sword, and the ends of his red hair are burning with white flames. It not only symbolizes the majesty and ruthlessness of the god of war, but also has unparalleled beauty and charm. Every move spreads a fascinating love like a plague.

"What does gender and appearance mean? If it weren't for the Lord's request, it would be more comfortable to move around in the form of a fire giant."

Even though her body with beautiful lines was wrapped in armor, it still had a charm that made people unable to take their eyes away. Medici stretched out his hand to twist the ends of his hair, and black flames rose from his fingertips, burning the ends of his hair. They formed a group of snakes composed of flames. The densely packed red snakes in the black and white flames faced each other tit for tat with the snake hair of the original witch. Seeing Chik's disgusted expression on the spot, Medici smiled provocatively and carelessly reached out to pick his nose. His beautiful appearance and this vulgar expression made this scene even more unbearable to watch.

"I also want to thank you for reminding me that if changing your image can take away your power, then it's a great deal."

"You must have been particularly desperate when you found out you were transgender, right?"

Medici even pretended to snap his fingers at Chike.

Chike's snake hair let out a sharp roar, and the layers of snakes rushed toward Medici like a sea tide. Medici changed his sitting position, and his hair also bit the opponent, not to be outdone, as if dancing wildly. flame.

Amidst the flames and bites, the snakes made a shrill scream like a baby, which sounded like a woman's cry if you listened carefully.

After a few seconds, the original witch's snake hair suddenly retracted, the broken end squirmed to repair itself, and her chest rose and fell violently.

"How's it going, Chick? I've always wanted to see your expression!"

Medici pinched his throat and read out a sentence with a charming tone but inexplicably irritating words. He himself was disgusted by this new voice and almost couldn't hold back. But as long as he doesn't show disgust, it will be Chike who will be disgusted:

"How does it feel to see your most important original gender, your most important self-understanding, being so easily abandoned by others?"

"I'm a witch now. Do I still worry about not being able to play the role of a witch?"

Medici laughed loudly, and the loud and loud laughter that originally made people's heads became more tolerable because the timbre became more beautiful.

Although he takes on the appearance of a woman, he still does not forget his original intention, keeps in mind the mission of the God of War, and displays his true nature as a provocateur. He turned over all the cards in his hand and threw them one by one on the table. All the portraits behind Chic shook at the same moment - when Medici transformed his characteristics into negative, Chic The portrait of the "Witch" behind Gram also showed a slight wavering.

But after all, Chik has been promoted for a long time, and Medici, who has just arrived, still cannot shake the bottom sequence just by changing his image.

Medici stood up, kicked off the table, and the portraits disappeared one by one. The dragon's royal city in the sky slowly fell, and the giant's royal court on the ground was filled with smoke and flames of war. The wind and waves on the sea became more and more violent, but there were only ruins of ships and The sea dyed red.

The world destroyed by war appeared at his feet. Medici held the sword in one hand. He rubbed it with two fingers and looked at the spider silk that came out with curiosity. Then the spider silk was covered with white flames, connecting everything around it.

He officially started trying to play the low-level sequence of "Witch".

The original witch also stood up slowly with a gloomy face. The battle in her mind was absolutely indispensable with real swords and guns. The winner could not be determined by saying a few words and pretending to grab some power.

Chike stood opposite Medici, and countless disasters created by the witch family in his name over the past thousands of years emerged one after another. At his feet, a violent sea that was several times more dangerous than the real world appeared, and dead skulls were in the sky. A patchwork of white clouds floated, countless empty skeleton eyes stared at Medici, corpses stood up from the ground, and the violent sea slowly approached Medici.

"Why don't you use the Feast of Betrayal?"

Chike rolled his eyes and then laughed: "I know, your spirituality is not enough! The feast of betrayal involves too many true gods and even the Creator. You can only use it to shake my influence, but you can't really invest in it. fighting!"

"Medici, after all, you only have Sequence One. You are no longer the number one king of angels under the gods. In terms of merit, I may not be able to compare with you, but now you are just falling into the water..."

"Shut up!"

Medici, who lost his patience, let out an extremely simple and rude roar, directly interrupting the tirade in Chike's throat. He used the original pronunciation, and the extreme incongruity between the gorgeous appearance and the male voice made Chikdu subconsciously silent for a second. If the hunter's provocation is to speak bluntly and expose people's scars, then the witch's instigation is as annoying as the pillow wind. The former aims to make people jump and lose their minds, while the latter tries to kill people with borrowed knives. Defraud yourself of more benefits.

"Idiot, how do you know I'm only Sequence One now?"

The corner of the top conspirator's mouth raised: "I can fight with you and my spirit is not at a disadvantage. Do you think I am only a sequence one?"

What? Chick frowned.

After saying that, He didn't give the original witch time to think, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand. The smooth blade reflected the witch's and his own faces. But the words he spoke immediately affected the original witch, and she began to carefully observe the state of the enemy in front of her.

"Aren't you still planning to accommodate the 'Conqueror'?"

He said with a somewhat relaxed and even sarcastic tone. Behind him was the burning and falling Sky City, and under his feet were the earth and plains dyed red with blood.

The sky was burned red by Levished's flames, so bright that it seemed to be dripping with scarlet blood. Clouds made of white bones and the wind of death and plague blew over, making waves in the sea.

Just like at the end of the story, two old enemies meet in a beautiful scenery, and only one can leave alive. ——Oh, Chike is not worthy of being Lord Medici’s old enemy. It’s not that Medici looks down on Chike, but that he equally feels that no one deserves to be valued so highly by him.

"Let me see if you have this ability!"

First he walked slowly and cautiously, then walked quickly, and finally swung his sword while running wildly, like a beast showing its sharp claws.

It was a scream that shook the eardrums, and then the long sword hit the snake hair and spider silk, causing blazing flames and hurricanes.

…

A hand knocked on the door of a small convenience store in the Jowood District. The shop owner and his family hiding inside shivered. The wife hugged their two children, and the elderly shop owner nervously clenched the knife in his hand.

Times of chaos are when bandits and thieves are on the loose, and cultists will fish in troubled waters. Civilians like them, who cannot squeeze into shelters and churches, and do not have gun permits, can only hide at home to protect themselves in this way.

"Is anyone there?" A young man's voice came from outside the door, "Buy some cigarettes."

The shopkeeper took the knife and carefully approached the wooden door. He looked out through the peephole - he only saw a person's chest. He was startled and was about to think about how tall the person outside was. When he looked again, he could already see the outside. The profile of the person is that of a young man with reddish-brown hair.

"Yes, yes."

The shopkeeper whispered: "There are cigarettes from Jianhai, as well as imported tobacco leaves from Fusac and the Southern Continent..."

The young man outside didn't even think about it: "Then bring me a bag of Fusac's tobacco leaves. St. Miron's is the best."

"There is no Loen gold pound, and there is no Suler. Can I accept Intis' money?"

"Yes, I'll take it."

The shopkeeper was convinced that the other party was here to do business, so he quickly took out the best tobacco leaves from the shelf, divided out a pack, and handed it out through the crack of the door. The young man handed over two silver coins, and the two exchanged them hurriedly. The store manager quickly took his hand back and closed the door again.

After dozens of seconds, he heard the sound of smoking starting from outside, and couldn't help but say:

"Young man, stop wandering around outside and go home quickly. It's not safe outside."

"Nowhere is safe." The young man said casually, "But I really can't stay here, otherwise you won't be safe."

The shopkeeper was startled. He immediately thought of the two Intis silver coins and suddenly broke into a cold sweat. But at this moment, the crack in the door and outside the peephole suddenly became bright for a moment, as if flames were rising. Through the peephole, he saw the young man turn into flames and disappear.

"Oh my God!"

He was frightened, and quickly recited the name of the god he believed in, and then hurriedly threw the two silver coins at the bottom of the cargo box.

…

Crack!

The thin sword, which seemed to be just a decoration, penetrated the wall of a building and cut the entire building vertically.

Sauron used this cushion to land smoothly, his face so solemn that he had no expression at all. As soon as his front feet touched the ground, his back feet had already jumped far away, avoiding a severe slap from the shadow giant hand.

"This man is crazy."

Sauron whistled and turned into flames and rushed into the distance.

After the weird stick figure eye looked at them, a bolt of thunder fell directly from the sky, including everyone within the attack range regardless of friend or foe. The thunder directly destroyed George III's already endangered Kingdom of God, frightening Zaratul to the point where the three paper figures jumped and hid in the fog of history in the Fourth Age. They have not yet dared to poke their heads out. ——This time, he lost his own extraordinary items, which made the Storm Lord's attitude towards him become blurred, and he has not yet won the victory. It would not be surprising even if he hid directly and could not come out.

The extraordinary item that brought the pollution of the Sea of ​​Chaos was directly shattered by the thunderstorm, and the extraordinary characteristics that separated were taken away by the seal of the Lord of Storms. Zaratul could do nothing except knock out his teeth and swallow blood.

Sauron took the opportunity to escape, but could not leave Backlund.

As for War Red? Disband on the spot! Get off work on the spot!

Without siege or defense, facing the King of Angels, it would be inconvenient for Sequence One to lead an army, and they might become a drag on each other. If they accidentally acquire an extraordinary ability, they might all be doomed. But as long as the spiritual connection is maintained and the members of War Red retain the permission to "look directly at the angel without going crazy" and "use high-sequence abilities", the survival rate of disbanding in place will be higher than that of Sauron leading them around. .

The mythical creature form of George III is hot on his heels.

In several previous newspaper announcements, George III initially linked himself to the status of "emperor". At least within Backlund, he had powers similar to those of the Black Emperor, "the god is the country, and the country is the body of the god."

Therefore, now Sauron is using the permission of the Creator's spell to run around in Backlund regardless of His laws, like a giant cockroach crawling around on his body, which has brought extremely serious consequences to George III. Bad feeling.

No, to be precise, a conqueror with a medium-sized army is like a spider spinning a web. Now this big spider is crawling around on George III's body, and other small spiders scattered around have already used various methods to help them. There are two ways to hide temporarily. Although they are equally disgusting no matter how big or small, the one crawling and jumping around on your body is currently the most disgusting!

"Don't worry about them, I won't feel bad even if they all die. Now..."

Sauron, who was speeding on the street, suddenly turned around, and his exquisite rapier directly hit the shadow tentacles coming from the side. A huge force swept over him, and the conqueror's body flew high into the air, rolling several times in a row. Only then could he barely remove the force of the previous blow. But before Sauron could regain his balance, the iron law prohibiting flying suddenly fell down again, and the huge pressure directly knocked him from mid-air into the ground!

boom!

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, denting a human-shaped pit that was two meters deep.

"His mother... being beaten away counts as... flying!"

Sauron held his hands on the ground and tried his best to hold his body up, but no matter how hard he tried, the law pressing on his body did not move - even the bones and flesh of his body showed signs of separation, and the flesh He was pinned to the ground, and the spine on his back rose to a terrifying height. If He insists on getting up, what will stand up will only be a skeleton without flesh and blood! ——And George III did not issue the next order, as if expressing the power gap and ridicule with this attitude.

If you don’t want Medici’s container, just don’t want it, it’s none of my business!

Sauron thought so, and the tight muscles and protruding bones slowly returned to their original positions - although it was none of his business, if this body fell apart, then he would be able to exert even less power.

"Transfer your consciousness, or don't let go of this container at all."

Sauron muttered to himself in a low voice, and then denied himself: "No, the kid closest to me is Sequence 3, and just now he took the initiative to break the spiritual link, hide and run away. If he transfers to that Sequence 2, , I just threw away Sequence 1. I think about it, there are other ways... What's the sound?"

The conqueror's eyebrows stretched and his eyes widened slightly. He asked his companions with some doubts:

"Einhorn, do you hear the water?"

In his consciousness, Einhorn listened carefully for a moment with the help of his shared hearing, and answered somewhat unexpectedly: "It's not an underground system, and there is no underground river nearby. Where is this sound..."

The looming sound of the tide is getting louder and closer, surrounding it in all directions, but it is still impossible to distinguish the specific direction.

Suddenly, Sauron's eyes widened suddenly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his green eyes:

"This is not groundwater!"

"This is the sound of the waves!"

He tried to stand up again, but still failed.

"Ha... Conqueror."

The shadow of order flowed, and the eyes of George III looked at everything in the city.

Seeing this scene, he finally let out a long and proud sigh of relief. After controlling the conqueror, George III was ready to devote his attention to cleaning up the War Red members in Backlund.

"Psychic link" does not belong to the Black Emperor's law. As long as they still maintain the spiritual link, they will be found in that moment.

At this moment, George III heard the obvious sound of water. He raised his head from a high place in the palace, looked across countless distances, and found the source of the sound in an instant.

——The tide in the sea is rising.

The "Sea", which was connected and expanded by the famous Five Great Lakes in North America in the old era, and merged with the external sea, is now experiencing turbulent waves, with waves tens of meters high hitting the coast of Intis. . In addition, Fusac's land has not been damaged at all. Its goal is very clear, which is to directly submerge this country and even this small piece of land under the sea.

As if it were a coloring game, the blue water quickly covered the land. The huge tsunami moved forward wave after wave driven by the master of the sea. The coastal cities were covered in blue in an instant, and even the lighthouses were covered in blue. submerged.

The sea water continued to move forward and was hindered near the mountain peaks, but it did not take long for the natural obstacles to be overcome.

The entire ocean seemed to be poured into the Sea, and the sea level suddenly rose by tens of meters, but it did not infringe on the territory outside Intis. The sea is like a cup in the hand of the Lord of Storms. He wants the sea water to pour wherever he wants it, and the sea water will obediently lean wherever he wants it.

"The power of the gods..." George III was simply dazzled.

At this time, he glanced inadvertently and found that there seemed to be something attracting his attention under the ruins of a part of the collapsed building of the palace. George III pressed the conqueror firmly with the law, then walked over and saw a hand sticking out from the ruins.

George III waved his hand, and the scattered building materials flew up and dispersed automatically.

He saw several mid-level Extraordinaries pressed under the wall, all carrying several sealed objects. Probably when the palace was attacked, he wanted to move in a hurry with the sealed objects, but he did not expect that an accident happened on the way.

A golden lamp caught His attention.

A level 0 sealed object that has never been obtained by any church, 0-05, "Wishing Magic Lamp".

Zaratul also has the ability to make wishes, so the "Wish-making Lamp" must correspond to the Sequence 2 "Miracle Master" of the "Soothsayer" path. However, Zaratul lost extraordinary items in this help, and he was also injured. Without compensation, he would probably not be willing to work for him. George III did not care about this, after all, it was Zaratul who needed him. He picked up the wishing magic lamp and reached out to erase the obscure Balam-style pattern on it, revealing the golden lamp body underneath.

Looking at the almost destroyed palace in front of him and Backlund who was beaten in a mess in the battle between gods, George III felt something in his heart.

It is not impossible for Zaratul to do these tasks, but when a well-known and established sequence does this, it is obviously overqualified, and it may even be regarded as a kind of humiliation. It is obviously more appropriate to let sealed objects do it.

By some strange coincidence, he rubbed the lamp with his finger, trying to see how this sealed object could fulfill his wish.

TBC

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In fact, the name Chike can also be translated as Qiuka, which sounds like a female.

Combining the tradition of witches changing their names, and the special emphasis on "the original witch's true name" during the Great Smog, Chike should have quite a few names?

Just like Daji (Tamamo-mae), from an Eastern perspective, there is an inexplicable sense of déjà vu that all beauties in history are the same person...