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

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The entire island has turned into a red world. The twisted life and vegetation on the island are growing crazily, splitting new individuals one after another from their own bodies. This hidden island is rapidly becoming prosperous at an unimaginable speed.

The island shook violently, and the red light had just begun to spread out, but suddenly stopped as Russell disappeared.

But the shadows did not come together again.

There was no rebirth, no death, no second and more births, and the world became extremely quiet.

The moonlight blends into every corner of the mausoleum like water. It slowly fills every gap and every corner, like an invisible big hand rummaging through the mausoleum, seeming to be looking for those who were here just now. The place where Russell Gustave went.

Rusty.

In a deep pit not far away, Edward, who was smashed into the ground by the shadow giant, climbed out again with difficulty.

"Is this your choice?" Edward was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

There are many futures for Russell, except the one in which he cannot be resurrected successfully. "Roselle was furious and exploded on the spot in an attempt to contaminate herself with the fallen Mother Goddess" is one possibility for the future. "Roselle hates the Fallen Mother Goddess so she would rather commit suicide than become a dependent of the Mother Goddess" is also one possibility, two possibilities The branch lies in whether Russell hates the Mother Goddess more or hates himself more.

Edward himself was curious about this.

From the current point of view, after being polluted by the Mother Goddess for more than two hundred years, and suffering mental torture from her own daughter, Russell now hates the fallen Mother Goddess even more.

He was neither able to kill himself nor willing to surrender to the Mother Goddess. In the end, this was the only option left.

The demon was in good condition. After all, Russell Gustav's two consecutive attacks that seemed to vent his anger were unlikely to cause him much damage (hp-1). He was about to die, and he struggled with anger and pollution for a long time without relief. It is not easy for Russell to live for such a long time, and people are kind to people who are about to die. For the sake of being friends, Edward is willing to make it look like he has received a few strong slaps to comfort him.

These two moments made him feel nostalgic.

Although it is not his memory, in the previous version of "Edward Vaughn"'s record, Russell, who was also an angel known to Russell, would behave respectfully towards Zaratul, but not towards him. Most of the time I am very casual, and I even dare to laugh at myself for being old-fashioned.

Before becoming a demigod, Russell tried his best to behave well in front of Zaratul, from etiquette to speech, and was unwilling to offend this mysterious soothsayer. He even rarely mentioned anything related to him in his diary. matter.

But then he turned around and teased Edward about the old man's messy beard, his tendency to laugh annoyingly and tell riddles all day long.

"If all fortune tellers are like this, I will beat every one I see!"

Russell once said so confidently.

In addition, Russell would ask some irrelevant things, such as whether no one likes his character in the Fourth Age, what he plans to write for his next masterpiece, and where his next ideas and inventions come from. There, we talked about TV series and games before time travel, and were curious about some British rural customs. Finally, the topic returned to which young lady or even young master fell in love with the handsome me now.

Being a fellow countryman greatly allowed Russell to lower the threshold of friendship. Even though the old version of Edward Vaughn was not good at conversation and did not have much ability to observe words and emotions, Russell could still talk to him for a long time.

He probably didn't want any response, he just wanted to say it.

After all, no one except myself could understand these things at that time.

Becoming a mythical creature, the status of the two is getting closer and closer, and they have more and more things to talk about, but there are fewer and fewer things about the old era.

After Russell Gustav became less fragile, the number of small fights with extraordinary abilities gradually increased.

Edward remembered that the old version had many interactions with the Gustav family. For example, in the winter in Intis, a war would often start with Russell pouring snow into his collar, and he and Russell would engage in mythology. The creature's friendly exchanges frightened Bernadette into calling Matilda or Adela to mediate the end.

Of course, if Adela comes first, it is very likely that the battle will be expanded and the children and Matilda will also become Snowball Soldiers.

The little Bernadette Gustave in the memory gradually overlapped with the Bernadette standing under the moonlight now.

The past life cannot be pursued...and there is nothing to pursue. Edward first looked up at the sky, then hid in the shadow of the fragments of the stone tablet where the moonlight could not shine for the time being, and asked Bernadette not far away:

"Don't you love your father very much?"

"Why did you help him commit suicide?"

Wearing red light and praying, Bernadette opened her eyes: "I...I don't know."

"I also hope that He can return to his mother's side, but... He is right, why..."

There was a hint of confusion in Bernadette's eyes, and those eyes that seemed to contain an entire ocean seemed to turn dark red at the moment, with sadness and confusion surging in them:

"Why... is my father's mother... the same person as my mother?"

When she said these words, there was an obvious "distorted" power in her body.

Edward was stunned for a moment, and said a little funny: "You have been contaminated by Russell. To you, all maternal ancestors should be one person. He distorted your concept and made you realize Something is wrong.”

"But why did you help Him commit suicide?"

He persisted in asking this question:

"If you help Him return, you can be together forever. But if He gives up his life, you will never see Him again, Bernadette."

"I will never see Him again..."

Bernadette's expression suddenly dropped, and she said in a somewhat erratic tone: "It doesn't matter, I've long been used to it."

"He - always like this, always suddenly and deliberately doing something, and then disappearing from our world, doing something that none of us can understand... Dad said that he didn't want to go back to his mother, his mother Not grandma, not mom, I don’t know what He’s talking about, you know?”

"I know," Edward said, "I won't tell you."

As he spoke, the island suddenly began to tremble violently.

The ground and the forest in the distance made a collapsing sound, and the roars of monsters were endless.

After losing the pollution carrier of the "resurrecting black emperor", the red moonlight also lost the medium of transmission.

The moonlight on the island begins to dim little by little, and the negative power in the surrounding air is disappearing at an extremely fast speed. The mutated plants return to their original appearance, while the beasts howl and gradually lose their lives. The fallen mother goddess is losing control of the island. Realistic influence!

Edward shook his head, and he could hear the angry and sad scream of the Fallen Mother Goddess, which made his brain buzz.

But no matter how unwilling the Fallen Mother Goddess was, she had to retreat farther away. The impact of the blood moon on the world was minimized. The clouds filled with lightning and thunder quickly filled the vacancy, and the moonlight was even an inch away. Cover inch by inch.

Bernadette was also crying, and she didn't know whether the blood flowing from her eyes was spiritual blood or tears.

When the moonlight weakened to the point where only a layer of red gauze remained, looking almost indistinguishable from the outside world, He stood up from the shadow of the stones and saluted the collapsed mausoleum in the open space in the distance for a while. Then he raised his hand, aligned his palm, and grabbed it.

In an instant, the entire mausoleum disappeared, and a funnel-shaped pit appeared on the ground. It was dark and hundreds of meters deep.

After losing the mausoleum, waves formed in the seawater along the coast, and the island began to slowly fall apart.

Edward jumped to a high place, suspended in the air, and watched as the creatures in the jungle finally gained the power to die. As they ran and bitten crazily, they quickly decayed into bones and piled up in a mess. The mausoleum protected by the power of the Black Emperor gradually collapsed in all directions after losing its protection. The forests and plains sank to the bottom of the water in small pieces, like large pieces of soil scattered in the water.

Bernadette stood there, melting in the last ray of moonlight that was not obscured by the clouds.

The entire island sank completely to the bottom of the sea, as if it had been swallowed up, without any ripples.

He magically took out a bottle from his pocket, which contained the preserved collapsed tomb and half of the plain.

"Goodbye," He said.

…

George Augustus raised his eyelids and looked to his side.

Russell Gustave's originally dull-looking eyes became lively and he looked at Him with a half-smile.

"Do you have any last words to say?" He asked concisely and concisely.

"When I became the Black Emperor, it was Solomon who was waiting for me here and standing in my position." Russell raised his eyebrows, showing no signs of despair on the verge of death. He pointed at George Augustus. , "And I was standing in your position at that time."

"Then you should thank me. I am kind enough to give you a chance to say your last words after death." The latter looked impatient.

Russell laughed:

"Whatever you say, hey, I originally had a naive idea. After becoming a god, I planned to take the people and my children away from here, find another way out in the universe, and establish my own Russell Guth. Taft’s interstellar civilization, doesn’t it sound very handsome?”

George Augustus was about to roll his eyes: "What on earth do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that I originally planned to run away, to become a human being, and then abandon this boring world. But you alien gods reminded me that I am a human being."

"Oh, if you run out, you will have to face an endless gathering of extraordinary people and pursuit. One day I will be invaded by the will of the past, and one day my people will be killed and injured in the long escape. When the time comes, , do I still care that I am Russell Gustav or Huang Tao? Of course it is impossible. Now my country is gone, my daughter is gone, and you have nothing to take away from me. , I hate you so much - in short, in the end, I have nothing, and my legacy is actually the entire earth and these people on the earth who still remember me."

"..."

"What I want to say is-"

Russell cleared his throat, pretended to say his last words seriously, and read aloud:

"Praise be to you! Great Fallen Mother Goddess, unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual powers!"

Snapped! George slapped Russell Gustav's mental imprint away and tore off the corner of his mouth that still contained a sarcastic smile.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt that the sky was getting dark.

It was as if a holy and bright red moon suddenly rose, and a pair of eyes looked at Him with a little sadness, anger and love.

"(Ruen expletive)!"

…

In the spirit world, Klein, who realized that this ritual had completely failed to stop him, sighed bleakly, and had to turn his attention back to his own situation, and began to think about whether to leave now.

And Azik Eggers, who was summoned as a historical projection, was hit together in the continuous divine punishment just now, and was wiped out in the lightning. His consciousness returned to Balam with uneasiness and fear that seemed to hit his soul. In the empire's own body.

At this moment, everything has settled, and there is no chance to take action again. Taking advantage of the considerable impact of the continuous destruction of the mausoleum, Richard and Klein hid deep in the spiritual world, preparing to appear in another place, and then find a hidden place to land after breaking away from the occult connection.

Suddenly, Richard stopped abruptly, and the spiritual world in front of him suddenly filled with gray mist, making everything around him blurry.

"The fog of history!" Klein recognized the true form of the fog at a glance and said warily, "Zarath?!"

Zaratul had no reason to join the battlefield at this time. The "gods" around him had almost no consumption. His coming at this time had no meaning at all, and a fight was just a waste of effort.

Klein even has the opportunity to cooperate with Richard and bring in the "War Angel", waiting for an opportunity to keep Zaratul here!

Richard also didn't understand the reason for Zaratul's appearance. He looked at the surrounding fog inquiringly. A vortex suddenly appeared in the gray-white fog in Klein's field of vision. It was composed of countless transparent worms and extended to all sides. Each transparent and smooth tentacle.

A hooded old man with a gray beard appeared surrounded by tentacles.

"I'm not here to fight you."

Zaratul spoke immediately as soon as he appeared, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Klein: "There is a great being who is looking for you."

"Me?" Klein was stunned, pointed at himself, and asked, "Which great being?"

The bearded old man smiled slightly: "Which of the current Loen can be considered great?"

Zaratul answered the question with a question, but the answer appeared in Klein's heart in an instant.

God of Thunder?

He had his disdain for Zaratul written directly on his face and actually told such a lie! He has no friendship with the God of Thunder - the Goddess of Night is almost the same! ——There was also a wanted notice for "Mr. Now that the God of Thunder has something to do with him, Klein doesn't believe it at all. He even thinks that the old man with the white beard in front of him is lying again.

Zaratul understood his expression and coughed:

"it is true."

Then He looked at Richard, as if he was thinking about whether he was qualified to let this angel leave. After they looked at each other for a while, Zaratul turned his head back and looked at Klein again:

"If you don't believe it, you can go to Origin Castle and recite His name. In this way, you will be absolutely safe, right?"

Richard asked curiously: "What is Source Castle?"

Zaratul coughed and mumbled.

As soon as these words came out, Klein believed two points - Origin Castle's status was much higher than the True God, and the God of Thunder could not kill him on Origin Castle, so he couldn't help but frowned: "Then this What’s the matter with the great being looking for me?”

The God of Thunder has gained "wisdom", plus he participated in the divine war of Intis before, and his identity was discovered by Zaratul. Zaratul obviously cooperated with the God of Thunder and George III... that is to say The God of Thunder has learned his identity and also knows that he owns Origin Castle! Klein felt as if his scalp was going to explode, as if he had imagined the God of Thunder's indifferent gaze. He didn't know when a bolt of lightning would fall and chop him into charcoal. The Source Castle would fall into the hands of others, causing a bloody storm!

"this--"

Zaratul looked at Richard again, and seeing that he had no intention of avoiding it, he could only say meaningfully:

"He asked us if we have the power to 'change reality.'"

"A miracle?" Klein immediately thought of this.

"No, it is more powerful than a miracle. It can be said to be a change in history, time and even destiny."

Zaratul said with a smile, while changing the keywords and concealing some key information: "Now George III has been occupied by the spiritual imprint of the extraordinary characteristics, and that great being gave us this opportunity, let us Try to 'deceive the world and change history' and make history become 'George III has never been occupied by a dove', and the spiritual imprint is still just a spiritual imprint."

...change history? Conceptually changing history? How can history be changed, and it's not a miracle... This sounds like something that is impossible to achieve at all. Even if I were asked to do it, there is nothing I can do about it? Klein shook his head bluntly:

"I can not do it."

"Can't it be done even with Origin Castle?"

Klein became vigilant: "It can't be done."

"Then - okay." Zaratul retreated into the fog of history with some regret, "I will think of another way."

"Deceive the world... This sounds like what a thief should do, not a soothsayer." Klein stared at the slowly disappearing fog of history, watching the scattered historical fragments gradually disappear, and pondered what Zaratul said, " How do you do this?"

"He seems to really want to accomplish this. Is there any other benefit besides being able to show his face in front of the God of Thunder?"

He couldn't help but talk to himself in his heart and became suspicious.

TBC

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Good night!