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

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"It can't be stopped...it can't be stopped at all."

"The number of people affected by the disaster exceeds 200,000...and continues to increase. It is expected that the first wave of tsunami will reach Trier within half an hour..."

The metal embankment was once again washed away by the flood. The pain of a large amount of spiritual consumption in a short period of time made Bonova's temples throb. His movement slowed down involuntarily, and the brass gears in his eyes followed his calculation speed. Slow down. Like a machine that is gradually running out of fuel, the joints all over his body are slowly rusting, and finally slowly returns to silence.

As Bonois fell silent, the crumbling causeway finally began to collapse. The tsunami roared and poured in from the gap in this tight-fitting metal creation, constantly expanding the scope of the gap. Countless cast blocks and steel were swept away and scattered by the sea water, and gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

A huge amount of water rushed in, submerging this small plain that was not high in an instant. Bonova stood on the ground, or now the seabed, and a large amount of sand, wood and debris rushed towards him, and after reaching the front of the angel, they were automatically broken down into tiny particles. Although he had almost no preference, he Bonova still refused to let these unclean things come near him.

So a relatively clean area appeared around him.

"Is Xierlan...still alive?"

He tried to find the vital signs of his colleagues and built a communication channel in his mind at a unique speed, but at this moment, that special frequency quietly made a faint electric sound in his mind, without any echo or words. Come.

Perhaps Xierlan has been burned out, or perhaps the body of God has blocked the communication between them.

Although both of them were involved in the design and construction of the body, when they discussed the whereabouts of every piece of metal and gear, they never thought that there would be someone who would use themselves as the flame to ignite the heart of the furnace, inject authority, and act on behalf of the gods. one day.

In short, both angels are on the verge of exhaustion and can no longer stop the advance of the tsunami and the slow collapse of the country. This is a natural disaster initiated by the gods. Only gods can resist it. They are just tiny rocks that will soon be washed away, smoothed out, and submerged.

Bonoit sighed slowly.

He slowly raised his hand, moved the water, and put a triangle mark on his chest, as if saying goodbye. Then, Bonova opened the "door" and prepared to return to Trier - now, it was time for Him to burn himself to death like Hirland, to protect the earth beneath his feet in place of the Lord.

At this moment, the metal machinery in the ocean made a soft sound of joy.

Countless metals and construction waste that came with the water flowed together. The "door" at Bonova's hand slowly closed. He raised his head in shock and looked at the height of the sea water.

The world in his eyes seemed to go back in time. Countless silver metal blocks where the original embankment collapsed were spliced ​​and reorganized, creating an extremely solid wall at an unimaginable speed.

The walls continue to extend upwards and into the distance, as if they can encompass the entire country in the blink of an eye!

In fact, the power derived from the God of Steam and Machinery has indeed protected the whole country. Even the drainage system has been built along the way. The drainage pipes go deep into the ground and are blocked by tall silver-white walls. The sea level dropped rapidly - in just a short time, the houses and ruins on the ground were revealed. The floodwater was drained at an extremely fast speed. The water level dropped from the height to the top of Bonova's head, and then his head returned to the ground. It came into contact with the air and finally dropped below the knees, leaving only a few small puddles that had not yet been drained!

The crowds who were screaming and running towards higher places gradually realized the miracle that was happening. One by one, they turned their heads and looked at the seemingly indestructible silver wall in the distance, as if they had been taken away. sound.

I don't know who uttered a sob and howl first, and the cries sounded on the mountain one after another.

The survivors hugged each other vigorously, rejoicing in God's mercy, and wept bitterly for their relatives and friends who did not survive.

"Oh God."

Even an angel as indifferent as Bonova could not help but tremble with excitement at this moment.

He lowered his head, knelt down in the shallow water that covered his ankles, held the triangular holy emblem on his chest, and prayed devoutly and fervently: "Praise you, the great God of steam and machinery! You are the God of craftsmen, You are the embodiment of essence, the brilliance of technology!”

At the same time, in the huge workshop built by hollowing out a mountain, God's hearth was slowly extinguished. His consciousness had been scattered, but it had not yet burned out. At this moment, it stayed in the body of God in an indescribable form. Within, it is slowly repairing itself.

A commotion suddenly broke out in the workshop. Scholars and craftsmen threw themselves on many consoles, sweating profusely and searching for errors. The commotion gradually weakened and disappeared. Their eyes looked to the sky in the distance and saw the divine forge. The walls all fell into deathly silence.

They are either enthusiastic, sluggish, or burst into tears, as if they have seen the end of technology, the essence of everything.

In the distance, Medici, who was approaching Intis, saw the high wall that was suddenly built, and his expression suddenly changed.

The blazing white flaming meteor stopped as it passed through a peak in the Honakis Mountains. Medici stood firm at a high place and looked at Intis in the distance: If Trier had been nearly half of the city before, Buried under water, now, Intis, with walls built around it, looks like a large basin from a distance. Now there are holes around the basin, and the water in the basin is gradually drained.

Even the water levels in the Honachis Mountains at the foot of the Medici are decreasing.

"A guy who is useless...in the end he chose his own country."

The War Angel took a long breath and criticized the God of Steam and Machinery in quite harsh terms. But he couldn't criticize the other party further. After all, those believers, that country also belonged to the Lord now. The God of Steam had the obligation to protect it, and so did he.

"never mind."

But this creates a major strategic gap - there will be problems in the battle between the God of Death and the God of War.

Medici didn't want to see this happen, but he couldn't do anything to stop it.

According to the spiritual connection between the evil spirits of the Red Angel, Sauron and Einhorn have now been controlled by George III of Loen. It seems that George III is not ready to kill a sequence at once. Leodro wouldn't care about the three of them, but if he really had time to deal with it, he would definitely clean up himself as a die-hard loyalist of the Creator. This time, he really planned to make everything about the Creator disappear from the ground.

Well, Medici had to admit that the reason he had been able to delay it until now was because of "Qi". If he fought with real swords and guns, Intis would have disappeared from the world. But now, starting from the betrayal in the God of War battle, this resistance has been completely finished.

There are no two or more true gods to restrain Leodro, and it is only a matter of time before Leodro gets rid of them.

And not only that... Medici looked at the sky. The sky above Intis suddenly became dense with dark clouds, and countless thunders were brewing in it. The moment the God of Steam and Machinery personally came to protect Intis, Leod Luo targeted him. Since the God of Steam and Machinery cannot let go of Intis and his people, he should leave with his anchor and country.

For being able to hold on until now, Medici simply wanted to feel inappropriately proud for a moment, once again adding a sparkling line to his resume.

But it's too late.

At this moment, Medici suddenly raised his eyebrows, grabbed a piece of data from the air, and put it to his ear.

"hehe!"

He smiled.

"Stop dreaming, He did not betray me, and I will not betray Him." Medici burned the data to ashes, seeming to be talking to someone, "If you want to take advantage of the situation, just tell Him, don't ask me. .”

…

Reinette Tinichole did not emerge from the spirit world this time, but floated over from a somewhat distant place.

Although he was walking in the real world, his speed was still very fast, almost the same as traveling in the spirit world. It seemed as if he arrived in front of Klein in just an instant.

He happens to be in Loen? In the real world?

It was the first time that Klein saw the four-headed Miss Messenger staying in reality for a long time. It stands to reason that creatures in the spirit world should like to stay in their most suitable environment, not to mention that the Miss Messenger has a castle as high as a mountain in the spirit world. .

He did not hide his curious eyes, and Renette Tinichole also saw it. The four heads explained the reasons for their appearance in the real world one by one:

"The spiritual world..." "It's happening..." "It's happening..." "The fight..."

Is there a battle going on in the spiritual world? Who fights in the spirit world? Klein, who currently occupies the identity of "the great master of the spiritual world", did not notice any changes, but the spiritual world is closely related to reality, so he quickly asked:

"Excuse me, do you know who the two parties in the fight are?"

Reinette Tinichole's four heads and eight pairs of eyes looked at Klein at the same time. Klein looked a little confused, and then the four heads took turns to answer questions again:

"God of War..." "And..." "God of Death..." "God of Steam and Machinery..."

The messenger lady's intermittent speech left Klein a little confused. According to the fact that the adjacent paths are hostile to each other, the God of War and the God of Death should be fighting. So which side is the God of Steam and the God of Machinery? Standing on the side of the Northern Continent and fighting the God of Death on the same front as the God of War?

There was actually another battlefield in the God War, and this time the fight was really vigorous.

Klein didn't think much about it. These three gods were no match for him, but there was still a real saint waiting for him to rescue him... Maybe in this dangerous situation, the Dark Saint The author himself doesn’t know who he contacted? But it should be possible to guess that, after all, he is probably the only one in Backlund who has obtained the "Secret Prayer Special Communication" talisman.

Reinette Tinichole was also looking at him at this moment, as if thinking about why Klein hadn't taken out the letter yet.

So Klein cleared his throat and asked straight to the point:

"Can you save someone?"

"He is now trapped somewhere in Backlund. I know the approximate location. He is controlled by the saints of the Church of Storms and the Church of Night."

When she heard the first sentence, Reinette had no reaction, but after hearing the second sentence, especially the last paragraph, the four heads and eight pairs of eyes of the messenger once again looked at Klein, their eyes flashing , sizing up this boy who dared to commission someone to steal someone from two saints.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to fight those two saints."

Klein felt that the other party might have misunderstood what he meant, and quickly added: "I just hope that I can take that person away. He is using the mythical creature form to delay time and may lose control at any time. There is no need to participate in the battle, and there is no need to fight with two people." A church is hostile...so I hope you can act in a more covert manner, uh, sorry, is the spirit world travel unavailable?"

The messenger's expression did not change, and his four heads shook as he spoke a complete sentence:

"No..." "Question..." "Bring to..." "Where...?"

Klein looked around, walked into the bathroom of a nearby building, and threw out a paper man substitute. The paper man grew in the wind and turned into a real Dwayne Dantès sitting on it. Klein grabbed a newspaper and put it in the hand of the stand-in, which made it even more perfect.

"Incomplete mythical creature forms will have mental effects. Do you have any treatment methods?"

The messenger nodded.

"Then take it to where we were just now."

As Klein said this, he left the building on the street and returned to the relatively dark and inconspicuous alley. He looked up at Reinette Tinichole floating in the air in a translucent form. He suddenly became distracted for a moment. , I feel like I have seen such a state somewhere before - Miss Sharon's "Wraith Soul" form is very similar to this.

Miss Messenger looks like a human or an angel. Could it be that she was once an angel in the "Prisoner" path?

It's somewhat possible, and He happened to be in Backlund. If I remember correctly, Emlyn seemed to have discussed cooperation with Sharon and Maric, and they went together to hunt the "Mother Tree of Desire" or the believers of the "Primordial Moon"... …Miss Messenger once belonged to the Temperance Party? A special angel for temperance? Klein was distracted, then quickly came back and asked, "What kind of reward do you want?"

The last time he helped Klein escape, the price was 10,000 pounds, because resisting members of the Rose School was risky. But don’t fight this time. Reinette Tinichole thought for a few seconds, shook her head and said:

"As long as..." "Gold pounds..." "Three thousand..." "That's fine..."

After hearing this number, Klein breathed a sigh of relief after a brief pause. He almost immediately decided who would be rescued and who would pay. Since the demigod under the bridge was able to repay the debt with good luck, the Dark Saint and Aurora You can definitely do it! Aren't the extraordinary characteristics and life of a saint worth three thousand gold pounds? The Saint of Darkness would not be as familiar with him as the God's Favored One!

"no problem."

Klein even agreed a little readily: "He lives in the factory area on the outskirts of Backlund. He is a saint of the Aurora Society. His current state is probably like a squirming flesh and blood building covered with factory buildings..." He thought of those scenes, and suddenly Some couldn't speak anymore and coughed.

For the first time, Klein found it quite difficult to have such a colleague.

He handed over the relatively accurate coordinates and watched Renette Tinichole shake her head and float into the distance quickly disappearing. Then he found a place to hide and waited for the messenger lady to return with the Dark Saint.

About a minute later, Klein suddenly looked up and smelled the faint smell of tobacco.

Someone is approaching here.

Klein continued to hide himself, waiting for the uninvited guest to approach. He saw a faint spark slowly appearing at the end of the dark street in the distance. The position of the spark was a bit high compared to the average height of men in the Kingdom of Loen. . As Mars gradually approached, an outline that was somewhat familiar to Klein emerged from the darkness. With the "faceless man's" precise observation of other people's details, Klein recognized the identity of the young man with reddish brown hair walking on the deserted street at a glance.

It was the war-red saint he saw in the Southern Continent!

And the surname also made him feel hairy all over.

But no matter what, they are now subordinates of the same god, workers in a cooperative company. As long as the other party doesn't take the initiative to attack them, they are just unfamiliar colleagues passing by.

Just when Klein was about to pretend he didn't see him without saying a word or saying hello, the tall hunter also stopped and then looked at the building where the bathroom was located. He seemed to have noticed that he was sitting quietly. There was a paper substitute there, and then he looked away and began to scan the surrounding environment. A little red light seemed to ignite deep in his green eyes.

Spiritual link?

Klein immediately realized that he had been discovered, but with the existence of the spiritual link, he would not be recognized as an enemy by the other party.

"Aurora Society?"

This voice rang directly in Klein's ears.

Traynor turned his head in the direction of Klein, but did not recognize that the current Dwayne Dantès was the little fortune teller from before. The red light in his eyes extinguished: "What are you doing here? Are you planning to rob someone below?" This shelter?”

"No."

Klein answered cautiously, but did not step out at the same time. After all, believers of the True Creator like to stay in a dark environment:

"I'm waiting for someone."

Traynor snorted without any other reaction. He threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground and put it out, then rolled another one for himself.

The light from his fingertips rose twice, and a brand new cigarette appeared beside his mouth. The War Bishop took a breath and did not intend to stop here. He waved his hand and continued walking along the street:

"If you have nothing to do, just leave. If you stay any longer, you will die."

Klein accepted the advice in silence, saying to himself that I would like to leave, but it would be the same no matter where I go now. Then an inexplicable sense of pride arose spontaneously. After all, he had a very high participation rate in this divine battle involving natural and man-made disasters. Then he thought for a while and asked in a sincere and curious tone: "Sir, I saw that Queens seemed to be in ruins. Do you know what happened there?"

"Queens? That area just now?"

Traynor, who happened to be outside the alley where Klein was, stopped and looked back. Klein saw the spark in the darkness draw a horizontal arc in the air, turn back, and then turn back again.

"There was pollution just now, so the one in the sky cleaned up the surrounding area."

Traynor said in a very nonchalant tone: "But it only washed the surface and not many people died. We can just go back and recover."

"..."

Klein was speechless for two seconds, and then he saw Mars continuing to move into the distance. Then, a transparent shadow floated in the sky, and Reinette Tinichole held herself up with one hand. With four heads, the other hand dropped a ball of stuff and hit it on the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the quiet street suddenly turned into a murder scene.

Martian stopped, Traynor turned around, raised his head, and met three pairs of eyes at the same time.

TBC

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It was the 80th birthday of the elder in the family, and there was a lot of noise all day long.