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

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Along with the roar from the depths of Calderon, Azik, who was far away in the Southern Continent, suddenly had his eyesight blurred.

He heard the river flow, and the black mist appeared around him like a veil. A figure appeared behind the layers of gauze, revealing a heart-stopping aura, as if death was close at hand.

The black gauze curtain is the boundary that separates life and death, and the white dress and gold ornaments on His body are like burial gifts given to the deceased.

"Father." Azik quickly saluted the figure.

The figure did not respond to his attitude and asked in an erratic voice:

"Where?"

"Where did you go just now?"

"Your occult connection appears in a place that I can't detect..."

"Where are you and Him?"

"Is it history? You appear in history? Who is calling you from the past? He will also return from history? Is that so?"

His state seemed not quite right... This series of questions caught Azik off guard. He waited patiently for the other party to finish asking all the questions, then sorted out his thoughts and started from the beginning:

"Yes, father, just now I felt the call of my student, which should be through the historical projection of the 'divineer'."

"So I responded to him, but I didn't know what he was going to do when he summoned me in the past."

"Historical projection." The figure behind the veil said slowly, "Historical projection..."

The figure suddenly started to move. He strode closer to Azik Eggers. The black mist swayed slightly like gauze in the wind. He walked up to Azik, and a graceful arm emerged from the gauze curtain. Reaching out, I grabbed his shoulders.

Azik's eyes widened suddenly, and he had no time to ask. The next moment, he was caught behind the veil by the God of Death.

In the real world, Azik, who was looking through documents and confirming many matters in the consul's mansion, suddenly lost all breath and fell heavily on the table, as if he had entered a state of death.

But at the same time.

In the fog of history, he has returned to the historical fragments of the Fifth Age where he is, and the eyes of the first Baron Ramd, who is looking for his wife and children, suddenly become alert. Azik's consciousness disappeared from the material world, and the historical projection naturally gained sanity.

Azik looked around, preparing to leave the historical fragments and check on Klein's situation.

His instinct told him that Klein still needed help.

"Honey."

At this time, a strange yet familiar voice sounded in his ears. Azik looked back in confusion, and saw the beautiful-haired wife of the "first Baron Ramd" walking over with her child in her arms. She approached him with a smile, and leaned her head on Azik's side. On his shoulder, he asked gently: "The sunshine is so beautiful today, can you accompany me for a walk in the garden?"

Azik's movements froze for an instant, and he stared intently at his wife's soft side face, and then at the eldest son in his arms who had not yet grown up.

His wife has been dead for hundreds of years, and even her memory is blurry. And his child... was killed by someone in a vicious way, and became an evil spirit in his mansion, lingering around. Ince Zangwill was also used as one of the materials for promotion because of his status as a descendant of the God of Death.

The heartbeat in his ears suddenly became louder, and the voices and smiles of his past wives appeared in his mind one by one. He couldn't look away, and a strange, sour emotion that could not be possessed by mythical creatures slowly rose, making him suddenly feel a sense of attachment.

The people he once loved are dead but also alive in history.

Azik did not answer, but his wife smiled and said according to the history that happened at that time: "This is really great. I didn't expect that I would be able to monopolize the busy Baron for two hours today."

After saying that, his wife got up from his shoulders, put her arm around Azik's shoulders, and led him towards the distance.

Azik looked at his wife's profile and subconsciously followed her a few steps forward.

Different from the desolate and dilapidated appearance hundreds of years later, there is now a beautiful garden in Ramd Castle because of the love of the mistress. Azik remembered that he used to often walk here with his wife. Even though he gradually lost his humanity and became cold and cruel, he still maintained this habit until she died.

For a moment, Azik wanted to stay in this historical fragment for a while, but his concern for Klein still prevailed.

After some struggle, he used a little more strength to pull his arm away from his wife's arms. Seeing that she was still walking towards the garden, he felt a little disappointed for a moment.

Inexplicable emotions welled up. Azik quickly walked up to his wife, took her hand hanging in the air, kissed her gently on the back of her hand, then lowered his head and kissed his wife. A child under one year old in her arms.

"I love you all."

He wanted to say something more, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't say a word. Or maybe they have become the past condensed in time, like things in amber, and Azik is still alive and wants to leave them and go to the world of the living.

Time is urgent, no matter how reluctant you are to leave, you have to leave.

Azik glanced at them in his memory for the last time, then turned around neatly and left the piece of history without looking back.

The wife was walking alone in the garden, her arms hanging in the air, as if she should be held affectionately by someone.

The fragments of history gradually faded away. Suddenly, she tilted her head, looked at her empty side, and said softly with a satisfied smile:

"Yes, honey, I love you too."

…

Zaratul stared at the reversed "Emperor" that he had placed on top of him, and was silent for a moment. Then he put away all four cards and greeted the guests who had already sat down with a smile:

"Welcome, what would you like to divine?"

The guest is a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman. A gold watch chain is exposed from his pocket. He seems to have a good life and a lot of wealth.

The businessman simply nodded: "For fortune telling, I received a large amount of business. It was introduced by my partner. We have cooperated many times, but this time it makes me feel uneasy for some reason. Maybe your divination can help Give me some guidance or inspiration.”

Zaratul nodded and began to shuffle the cards.

The veteran fortune teller's shuffling is an art, and people behind him crane their necks and widen their eyes to appreciate it. The Tarot cards flow freely in His hands as if they are alive. Relying on this talent show, Zaratul can digest ten bottles of the "Master of Tricks" of Apprentice Sequence 8.

He put the cards on the table upside down, pulled out three cards and arranged them as usual, and opened the first card under the expectant eyes of the businessman.

The reverse position of "Death"!

Zaratul's pupils shrank, his gray beard trembled a few times, and he said in disbelief:

"...This is not a good symbol, sir. You may not be the only one who feels uneasy about this transaction. The reversed meaning of this card is 'stubborn, persistent, unwilling to let go, and addicted to the past', and These situations will have a somewhat undesirable outcome."

Zaratul fell silent, and the merchant also fell silent, his expression a little complicated, as if he was recalling something.

"I think about it, my investor seems to have encountered some urgent matters and needs a sum of money for turnover..." the businessman said uncertainly.

"Bad result... Well, this is just the first card. We can pray that there will be a turning point in the next one." Zaratul comforted the businessman, and seemed to comfort himself by the way. He slowly said He stretched out his hand, turned over the second card, and pursed his lips slightly.

The right position of the tower.

"...Perhaps we can also treat this card as good luck." Zaratul gave up thinking, "'Tower' is the only card that shows a negative situation regardless of whether it is upright or reversed, that is, It is said that losses are inevitable, it just depends on the way you accept the losses.”

After saying this, the businessman's expression became even more ugly, and his body movements showed his desire to get away.

Zaratul looked at the card, and after a long silence, he slowly turned it over.

"Let me accept this reality? With the gift of the creator, the blessing of fate, the favor of war, it seems that everything around him is pushing him forward... Why is it now, why is he, why should I? Accept failure?”

When the Lord of Storms attacked Lomborg, Zaratul also did a divination, and what he got was the reverse position of the "Tower" - combined with the extremely strong symbol of occultism at the time, Zaratul was not surprised by this result. The Tower card symbolizes all kinds of negative situations such as negativity, failure, decline, and destruction. It is not even willing to hide a glimmer of hope like the "God of Death". The fall of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom was completely consistent with the card and symbolic meaning of the tower, but when this card appeared in his future, Zaratul was not so happy to hear it.

The current God of Thunder also holds the symbol of the "tower", and Zaratul is even thinking about whether this is one of the hints given to him by the God of Thunder.

But it does not imply that He is working hard to move forward, but that He has a better attitude to prepare for the coming failure.

Having said that, the upcoming failure, in addition to the one favored by the Creator God in front of him, also... Zaratul frowned, and combined with the oracle given to him by the God of Thunder, he suddenly had a bad premonition , as if they had seen something go wrong with the king's promotion ceremony.

For Sequence One, who has been immersed in "divination" for thousands of years, intuition is equivalent to a small "prophecy"!

At this moment, he felt something and closed his eyes.

"Sure enough... it failed."

"The situation is not good... If both things go wrong, I should be glad that the one I drew is upright instead of reversed."

Zaratul couldn't help but mutter to himself and fell into thinking. The future Black Emperor, the God of Thunder with dual paths, the Kingdom of Loen is undoubtedly the largest ship at present. Although the latter showed no signs of supporting him in competing for the "Lord of Mysteries" and did not even write a blank check, George III, who issued an oracle warning to him, also had the intention of supporting him based on his performance.

But if there might be problems with the king's ceremony, and the arrest of the holder of the Origin Castle would not go smoothly, Zaratul would have to think about whether to readjust the plan.

The merchant did not hear Zaratul's muttering. He looked at the last card in Zaratul's hand and urged:

"what else?"

"I hope the last card can give us some good revelations." Zaratul said half-jokingly, and then opened the last card without much hesitation.

Righteous Sword 3.

Zaratul's eyes widened slightly, he stroked his beard and said slowly:

"This is indeed a turning point. What you are encountering now may make you feel uneasy or even scared. There may be a fatal flaw in your work, but if you find this flaw, there may be a chance to save it."

"But, well, this is not a good thing, because this card represents disputes and fighting. Maybe even if the problem is solved, you will not get any substantial improvement or benefit. At the same time, the prospects are not very good, sir. We all haven't had much luck."

Even the revelation only expressed "If you don't remedy it, disaster will happen, but if you remedy it, nothing good will happen."... Zaratul thought for a while, and shook his head with a wry smile:

"It's like being cursed by fate."

A Sequence One can't catch a Sequence Three to death. Isn't this being abandoned by fate?

After saying that, He stood up and began to lift his tablecloth, making the crystal ball, pendulum, tarot cards, exquisite tablecloth and even the table all disappear like magic. The guests who had just stood up almost lost their sight. The chair fell and everyone screamed.

"Aren't you going to continue the divination?" the people in line behind asked, still unfinished.

"No, no, I also got a revelation. It's time to get off work now." Zaratul smiled and made a joke at the young lady who spoke.

The people in the queue gradually dispersed, and the carriages that were blocked on the road began to move again.

Zaratul slowly moved toward the other side of the street on his crutches, as if he planned to just walk to Queens. After losing the mysterious aura brought by divination, He now looks like a homeless old man who can be seen everywhere.

When passing by the carriage where the Origin Castle holder was sitting, he smiled and glanced inside the carriage window.

…

As soon as "Knowledge Emperor" Russell emerged from the fog of history, he immediately turned his head and looked at Klein condescendingly.

His aura suddenly became lofty, as if the sky was suddenly higher. One after another, illusory and complex symbols condensed in his eyes, and the huge mountain of useless knowledge rushed past like a tsunami. The exact same symbols appeared in Klein's eyes. In an instant, his head swelled rapidly, blood vessels ruptured, and his entire face was stained with blood!

The vast amount of miscellaneous knowledge compressed Klein's own thoughts to the extreme. He only had time to come up with the first word, and the second word was already washed into the corner of his brain by hundreds of books. Different from marionetteization, this is another word. A way of interrupting thoughts and making it impossible to think!

Klein's head exploded with a bang, and his body turned into a paper man and flew away.

Russell looked in the other direction, and Knowledge rushed over again. Klein, who had just appeared there, had his head swelled again, and the second paper man substitute exploded in less than two seconds.

As if fireworks were set off in the fog of history, Klein's paper man substitutes were consumed in the blink of an eye.

I have to pull a historical projection to help me share the share! ! Klein struggled to think of countermeasures during the explosion of the paper man. Then, he suddenly remembered that he still had a psychic link, so he frantically let go of part of his psychological defenses to divert the tsunami of knowledge.

Klein's pressure dropped sharply, and the expansion speed of his head dropped significantly.

in Trier.

The "War Red" Corps is undergoing routine training and reconditioning.

"What's for dinner?" a hunter asked his companion.

The companion opened his mouth and said: "Eat quantum mechanics. Quantum mechanics, also known as Russell mechanics, is a famous theory describing microscopic matter. Together with the theory of relativity, it is considered the two basic pillars of modern physics. Many physical theories and sciences such as atoms Physics, solid state physics, nuclear physics, particle physics and other related disciplines are based on quantum mechanics."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" one person said, "Art appreciation, also known as art appreciation, refers to the aesthetic evaluation and aesthetic enjoyment activities that occur when people come into contact with works of art. It is also how people understand the objective world through artistic images (artistic conception). A kind of thinking activity. In the process of art appreciation, psychological factors such as feeling, perception, representation, thinking, emotion, association and imagination are all extremely active."

Several hunters talked nonsense, pointed fingers at each other, and scratched their heads. The strange disease quickly spread in the legion camp, and in a blink of an eye, everyone from the regiment commander to the recruits were infected.

Medici suddenly felt that there was a lot of useless knowledge in his mind, and the amount of knowledge was still increasing rapidly. He shook his head in confusion: "Then what are you doing in the fog of history? Endorsement?"

"Hey, they are from the group of Hidden Sages. We can't turn off the spiritual link and let them meditate on their own." Medici called to Tang En, who happened to be passing by and his eyes widened after hearing the knowledge, and ordered, "The Fenerport surface should be mixed with the latest concrete..."

Medici hurriedly shut up.

"Yes!" Tang En nodded vigorously, and then left hand in hand, "Inform the canteen to make Fenebote noodles mixed with concrete tonight!"

Medici was shocked.

…

In short, with the infusion of War Red diversion knowledge, Klein's condition quickly improved. Just when he was about to use a spell to grab someone from the historical projection and escape quickly, deep in the fog, a person He quickly approached him.

A person who can operate in the fog of history... Klein suddenly became nervous, fearing that Zaratul would personally go into battle.

The next moment, the person in the fog of history rushed out, ran to Klein's side, and pulled him hard to run away.

Azik's figure was immediately reflected in Russell Gustav's historical projection. His escape speed suddenly slowed down. He didn't even need the "Emperor of Knowledge" to act. He could complete a sequence just by relying on this extraordinary ability. Sequences 2, 1 and 3 are all dead here.

boom! Klein exploded twice more.

"Give me the talisman!" Azik remembered his purpose with difficulty and reached out to take away the talisman held in Klein's hand. At this time, Klein had exhausted all his strength just to fight against the torrent of knowledge and was unable to resist at all. .

Azik grabbed Klein's talisman, and then grabbed one of Klein's hands. He was already twice as big as his head, but he still insisted:

"I will tell you a name now, you accept this person's knowledge, and then summon his historical projection!"

After saying that, Azik suddenly turned his head and shouted to Russell:

"Shia Palenque Eggers!!"

——Thinking creatures have a strange conditioned reflex, that is, after hearing a certain noun, if they understand it, their minds will involuntarily begin to recall the content related to the noun.

Searching for nouns and interacting with knowledge and knowledge seekers are also the instincts of the "Emperor of Knowledge". The moment Azik called out this name, Russell Gustav's historical projection suddenly changed to "Shia Pablo". Lenk Eggers" recalled and reflected.

In the next second, all the information about this name appeared in Klein's mind out of thin air, including appearance, age, identity, serial number, family relationship, hiding place, resistance stronghold, status of holding sealed artifacts, and countless other information. Klein felt that he would not be able to summon the historical projection since he had never even met the other person, but at this point, this was probably the only way - Azik grabbed his arm, and Klein tried his best to raise his hand and whispered Read:

"efficient!"

His arms tightened suddenly and he grabbed hard in the fog of history.

But it's a pity that even with the "effective" blessing of the true god level, nothing was touched.

"As expected... I have never met him, nor have I established any relationship with him. Theoretically, I cannot summon him."

Klein did not give up. He was just about to take back his hand and grab it again. Suddenly, he felt a cold hand from history grabbed him!

At the same time, Azik beside him quickly disappeared.

This historical projection has exhausted its power as a medium of occult connection.

Klein only felt as if he was grabbed by something extremely heavy. With the help of that hand, he emerged from the dark fog. It was Sia who had almost the same knowledge as Klein, but looked even more angry. ·Palenque Eggers.

As soon as He appeared, he suddenly looked at Russell's historical projection, with a ferocious expression and an angry smile:

"Russell Gustave, I found you!"

Klein was in shock, and suddenly felt as if water fell on his fingers.

He lowered his head and saw droplets of water falling on the long black hair of the woman wearing a white Balam-style dress. The black water droplets turned into mist and dispersed in the air, which reminded people of ghosts in ancient legends. .

Russell's historical projection also seemed to realize that the enemy was more difficult this time. The attack method suddenly changed, and a huge metal instrument with arms, head, giant barrel and stirrup rumbled up from the fog of history. Crushing machines are all available, and at the same time, stars are falling all over the sky, constructing more complex mysterious ritual magic. With just a glance, Klein feels as if his mind is going to explode.

"I won't lose to you again!"

But Shia Eggers completely ignored these fancy things. He suddenly transformed into a huge feathered serpent, and the pale flames swallowed up the unformed machinery and starlight, forcing Russell's historical projection to retreat. go.

The feathered serpent took advantage of the victory and pursued it, sweeping its huge snake tail and completely shattering the metal burned by the flames!

Fulgrim's dogs quickly swarmed up and dragged him towards the exit with his clothes in their mouths.

boom!

The starlight magic suddenly exploded, and the dark mist was shaken a little. The intensity of the battle in the fog of history suddenly went up to a higher level. Klein was blown away by the surging air waves. His brain was a mess, and he was so painful that he wanted to vomit blood. He almost Unconscious.

"This is someone we've recruited..."

This historical projection Russell didn't have much memory of Shia Palenque Eggers. In his memory, she was just a demigod, but what he summoned was an angel. With difficulty, Klein stood up on his back with the help of Fulgrim's Dog, and walked towards the distance.

"Despicable Northern Continental people, don't even think about stepping into my land again!"

The feathered serpent let out an earth-shattering roar, burning like real anger. At the same time, the black mist that spread from nowhere quietly eroded the starlight and the metal protection that was constantly reorganizing and collapsing, revealing Russell's figure.

However, a historical projection will naturally not respond to the Pale Queen's roar.

Even during the breaks in the battle, Russell's historical projection did not forget his job and intercepted Klein who tried to escape twice.

The Pale Queen's historical projection caught the opponent's distraction and suddenly opened his mouth to roar. There is no spirit body to be summoned in the fog of history, and there is no spiritual world. The giant feathered serpent suddenly swooped down, and its body tightly entangled Roselle's historical projection. The symbol of death and the black fog rushed to wrap the historical projection, and This historical projection is melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even decomposed into the most basic spirituality!

Russell's historical projection struggled a few times quickly, but the metal and magic were dissolved faster than itself. The mysterious reappearance magic was interrupted before it had time to unfold. It was tightly entangled by the feathered serpent's tail and roared. The sound was being tossed around and hit.

The extraordinary fight turned into the simplest physical fight when both sides' abilities were limited.

Klein glanced back with lingering fear and accelerated his retreat.

After a lot of effort, the weak fortune teller finally moved to the weakest part of this historical fog. He frantically touched Fulgrim's dogs around him several times as a thank you, then stood up hard, entered meditation, and simulated The feeling of falling away.

After his figure disappeared, Fulgrim's Dogs also disappeared into the depths of the fog of history one after another, leaving the battlefield.

"Go to hell!"

It didn't take long for Russell's historical projection to be riddled with holes by the power of the River of Eternal Darkness and the breath of death. The feathered serpent opened its bloody mouth and bit the historical projection fiercely, biting its body. The chest and an entire arm were torn open and swallowed.

After several bites full of hatred, the historical projection turned into spirituality and was swallowed up. The crazy feathered serpent searched this space for a long time. The obsession soaked in hatred finally realized that Russell had been wiped out. It won't appear in front of him again.

"I won?"

The huge feathered serpent murmured to itself. It circled in the air a few times in disbelief, then fell to the ground and stared blankly into the distance.

"I won……"

He turned back into a human and looked around, but found no one he was familiar with, and no one came to praise the Queen's victory. His parents and citizens were nowhere to be found. He took a few steps in the dark fog of history and lost his way.

A long time later, a fragment of the history of the Southern Continent from the Quaternary Period floated over, including His figure.

…

As soon as Klein's consciousness returned to his body, he instinctively looked towards the window.

The old mysterious waiter happened to pass by his car, and the deep eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood glanced at him, and then showed a meaningful smile.

Then his eyes moved away gently, and he slowly walked into the distance, as if the murderous intentions and dead hands just now did not exist.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and Klein's chest heaved violently.

His mood could not be calmed, and he could hardly take his eyes off Zaratul's back, until the figure of this old man who was both an enemy and a senior slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

TBC

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tnnd is finally finished.