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

733

The demon of knowledge concealed the adjective "Great Gate of Gates" in the first line of the title. Bethel Abraham was not strong enough to call himself "great" before Him, and recited this adjective in His person, It may cause the pointer to go somewhere else.

As He recited, the surrounding gemstones of good quality made clicking sounds one after another, shattered into powder, and floated.

They shimmered with red, blue, green, or brilliant glimmers, quickly converging into a torrent and throwing themselves at the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, the burning paper in the cauldron joined the ranks.

The fire expanded and intertwined together, becoming darker and darker, like an "illusive door" leading to other worlds.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and countless dangers seemed to be seeping out of the fire. The fire only expanded for a moment and then retracted into the cauldron, fearing the power of the gods and not daring to approach the liaison.

The Demon of Knowledge scanned the countless doors in front and around him that opened in an instant with a curious gaze. His gaze penetrated the secrets and saw endless doors unfolding on the night. Starlight and countless dimensions flickered behind the doors, forming a A bizarre and dreamy scene.

At the same time, He noticed something.

“Bethel Abraham’s place is not among the stars.”

Information is transmitted through ritual interactions, and a simple three-dimensional drawing is constructed in the mind of the demon of knowledge. Each door is a coordinate.

Mr. "Gate"'s roaming trajectory covers hundreds of light-years of space around the earth, and he has interacted with countless alien gods.

"The opening distance of these 'doors' is not very far. They are distributed around the barrier, near it, both inside and outside... The prison where Bethel Abraham is located is not in the starry sky, but may be between the starry sky and the barrier. Junction……"

The Demon of Knowledge was somewhat relieved.

The position of Bethel Abraham is very interesting. He was not completely thrown outside the barrier, but built a secret prison at the junction. This position is very dangerous, but at least it proves that the Goddess of the Night and the Lord of the Storm are not Mentally retarded.

Before this, he had been wondering why the gods of the Northern Continent were so confident in cultivating secrets when they were living in outer space. Are they so confident that Mr. "Men" will stay alone in the starry sky? Why must Mr. "Gate" persist for the sake of the earth and mankind? There are thousands of benefits to taking refuge in the gods, including becoming a god. Even the demon of knowledge himself can come up with at least twenty plans to bewitch him, not to mention the fallen mother goddess who mainly pollutes him. Charm and brainwash.

If anything goes wrong with Bethel Abraham, the Fallen Mother Goddess will be the first to get through the door and into the barrier.

That is a true pillar, the mother of all things!

Putting the most dangerous path on the outside, the earth has been walking a tightrope, no, walking a spider's wire, ever since the "door" was sealed...

The lack of "door" pathways is second, because the strength of the pillars lies not in the number of pathways but in the symbols.

Maybe it's a bit shabby to say this, but as long as you have the "Origin Castle", even a single-path true god is still a pillar-level past.

The Demon of Knowledge shook his head.

He looked up to the sky, looked into the eyes of some of his compatriots behind countless doors, and patiently waited for the subsequent changes in the ceremony.

In the blink of an eye, he felt that the void in the room had become a lot "thinner", and there were shadows in many places, as if there were a large number of unspeakable strange creatures hiding behind them, like the descendants of other gods.

The dark and expanding fire slowly turned and turned into a huge, deep and crimson whirlpool.

As the vortex turned, an ethereal but piercing sound finally came from the bottom:

"...Hidden Sage?"

"It seems that you won the final victory...we watched the second 'blasphemous slate' together...and were able to surpass Sequence One...the only ones alive to this day...should be Chike and me..."

The Demon of Knowledge was very interested in Bethel's words: "The second blasphemous tablet formed by the god of steam and machinery after seeing the corpse of the omniscient and omnipotent? Although I have no good impression of the omniscient and omnipotent, I am very fond of his omniscience. I’m interested and really want to get it.”

Mr. Door was silent for a moment.

"Knowledge and the White Tower... you seem to be... not adjacent paths." There was some confusion in his voice.

"Yes, but this is the desire for similar symbols. Greed and completion are our instincts." The Demon of Knowledge answered generously.

There was another moment of silence.

Then, Mr. "Men" seemed to have figured it out, or gave up thinking, and let out a weird laugh. I don't know whether it was with emotion or ridicule and said: "Sage, your level of madness... surpasses the two people I know well. The uniqueness of activation.”

The Demon of Knowledge smiled nonchalantly, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face that blended the facial features of people from the Western Continent and the Northern Continent, expressing his tolerance for this little tease.

He loves communication and is also very interested in unknown things, but the messages coming back and forth tell him that he is talking to the fallen mother goddess.

The Fallen Mother Goddess is the Fallen Mother Goddess... It seems that although the "door" did not fall directly on the moon, it was almost there.

"Bethel Abraham, I know part of your deeds, and I have other questions to ask you."

"Your speech is very interesting, tell me... The years of being lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm are too boring... It's rare for someone to chat with me..." Still in the slowly rotating deep vortex, that The scary voice responded without much change.

The Demon of Knowledge thought for a few seconds and asked:

"Do you want to come back?"

I don't know where he was, but Mr. "Mr. Men" whose voice came from across the endless void suddenly fell silent.

But the torrent of information did not stop. When the Demon of Knowledge heard the messages from the stars, it seemed as if it had "seen" Bethel Abraham's suddenly twisted and struggling face - clearly aware of himself and the person who controlled his body. He would say the same answer, but He closed his throat and the "door" of his voice, not wanting to let himself say that word and become a weakness for the outside gods to deal with Him.

"It turns out it was for this matter..."

Mr. "Men" lightly ignored this topic and talked about the summoning ceremony as if nothing happened:

"It's not difficult. Arrange such a ceremony... Sacrifice one demigod each from the 'divineer', 'apprentice', and 'thief' paths... I will be able to descend to the earth... When I escape the storm, I will pass through Through the darkness...the curse will no longer exist..."

It was still the Fallen Mother Goddess who answered.

As this being spoke, sparks separated from the dark vortex, forming some rather complex words and symbols in mid-air.

The Demon of Knowledge looked at the contents of these texts and felt that they were like doors stacked on top of each other in order from large to small, connected to a very far away space, like "opening the door" and like "Calling" has no end.

The three sacrifices all belong to the path of the Lord of Mysteries. Mr. "Gate" wants to use a special method to open the way back through the temporary combination of the three paths.

This ritual is correct, and the Demon of Knowledge does not plan to perform it anytime soon. He raised another question:

"Do you want to become the Lord of Mysteries?"

This time, Mr. Men answered almost without any hesitation:

"In no mood."

"Becoming the Lord of Mysteries, you will be able to escape the control of the Fallen Mother Goddess." The Demon of Knowledge turned a blind eye to this answer, "And I also have a way to minimize the disaster caused by your return to the earth, kill you, and then create another A new you."

"You will die after returning to the earth. I will collect your memories and all information to make a brand new you."

"I will help you die, and then help you be reborn. Through a complete death, you will wash away all the pollution on your body and extraordinary characteristics, and then you will be accommodated again, become a normal god, and compete for the position of the Lord of Mysteries - such a plan, do you want to How about the next one?"

The full moon outside the window suddenly became brilliant.

The moonlight spilled in from this window like blood, falling on the deep black vortex in front of the Demon of Knowledge, dyeing him crimson.

The feminine power was extremely strong, and when the whole room was filled, the Demon of Knowledge heard another voice in Mr. Door's words.

Mr. "Gate"'s voice seemed to be suddenly amplified, and the full moon showed halo after halo. He said with a smile and a horrifying whisper that made other extraordinary people unbearable: "Return is the day of death, I am sealed. How can you accept such an ending after a thousand years?... You are a dual-path true god connected to the source of matter. No one within the barrier can force you to complete the contract... If you regret it, or it is just a scam... My extraordinary characteristics will be destroyed. Rather than take it away from you, it is better to keep it with me."

At the same time, there was an overlapping, weak, low and tired voice whispering in the ear of the Demon of Knowledge:

'kill me……'

Mr. Men was calm and composed. After being silent for a few seconds, he sighed and said:

"The pollution on my body is still within the range that I can handle, but I can't break free from the prison... Besides, you yourself said that you want me to 'completely die', so who will be reshaped and resurrected? Hidden Sage, Forgive me for not accepting this condition."

'Let me die...'

'Cannot...bring disaster...back...'

Immediately afterwards, the voice seemed to be strangled by the throat and disappeared into the moonlight.

Mr. "Gate" continued to talk in a calm tone. The Demon of Knowledge communicated with him for a while and then ended the ceremony.

After the ceremony, the red light gradually faded away, the blood moon ended, and it returned to its usual mist-like state. The Demon of Knowledge stood in the room, waved his hand, and converted the ritual materials and mystical connections into information to collect for next time.

"Although he refused very simply, if someone holds a summoning ceremony within the barrier, He will definitely respond..."

He shook his head and said nothing more.

The Demon of Knowledge descended the stairs and sealed the room where he was talking to Bethel Abraham. He passed by the upper floors and halls of the temple and saw that the lights were still on in every room. The secret guards and craftsmen were staying up late studying to prepare for this month's performance appraisal and monthly exams.

…

"Today's blood moon is a bit abnormal..."

Klein sat in the seat of "The Fool" and recalled the recent astronomical phenomena of mysticism. He did not see the "blood moon is coming". In the "Magician's" position below, Forsi stared at his nose and heart, waiting for the end of the blood moon.

Klein glanced at Forsi and thought of something else:

"At the time of the blood moon, Abraham and those who use the extraordinary characteristics of the Abraham family will hear Mr. Door's words. Is someone using this sudden blood moon to contact Mr. Door, or is using this mystery What do you do by studying symbolism?”

He thought that he still had the ritual provided by the witch Triss to contact Mr. "Gate".

Klein originally wanted to try to contact the ancestor of the Abraham family, but he was interrupted by his spiritual intuition warning during the preparation stage. After realizing that the hidden danger of this contact ritual was far greater than what Triss told him, Klein suppressed it.

After more than ten minutes, the blood moon ended, and he let Forsi go and left Origin Castle.

734

The morning after the blood moon is cloudy.

The sun was obscured by thin clouds, and after the golden sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, only white with little warmth remained.

"so……"

In the small room at the top of the Cathedral of Light, Edward's voice echoed.

"During this period, as soon as the True Creator and I left, the Storm Lord took George III to attack the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. He blitzed Lundborg and snatched the 'Eye of Omniscience', and then quickly started the God War. , destroyed Intis, killed more than 70% of the population with a tsunami, killed the God of Steam and Machinery, and beat Intis, who had lost its creator, to the point where it was almost impossible to fight back?"

Medici responded with his eyes closed, his legs crossed on the round table, and the chair was only supported by its two back legs, maintaining a fragile balance. The atmosphere was subtle, with a main seat between them.

Edward showed an intriguing smile. He leaned forward, put his arms on the table, and moved towards Medici:

"Is there nothing else?"

This is really a good story. There are obviously more cloudy days and thunderstorms in the Northern Continent, and He also likes this kind of weather. The weather and the world looked terrible, but in this environment, He felt that the ever-changing world was much more interesting than the unchanging backwaters.

The war between gods is the most magnificent thing in the world, and it is also the meaning of the existence of gods. It is a pity that life on earth is always content with the status quo, does not know how to appreciate, and lacks the qualifications to appreciate it.

Medici frowned and moved further away:

"Gone."

"I would also like to ask you - why didn't the Lord come back with you?"

"He is sleeping in the Sea of ​​Chaos, waiting for his return." Edward muttered. He and Medici were the only two people in the small room. "Ah, what I mean is that He will not come back, and neither will you." Nice to see, don’t you have anything else to tell me?”

Medici closed her eyes tightly but frowned.

After a while, He opened his eyes, put his legs down from the table, sat up slightly, and asked concisely:

"The original spirit?"

"You should call him God." Edward held his chin with one hand and looked at the war angel, "Or the omniscient and omnipotent one, or the creator."

Medici sneered, and there was no trace of respect in his voice:

"It's just something that was killed by Redemption Rose!"

"At that time, Herabogen, Oseikus and Octopus Head were all afraid of Him, and the gods were also afraid of His return to rule over everything. But in the final analysis, it was just a spirit of death and immortality. If you can kill the first time, you can Kill a second time!”

Edward looked Medici up and down: "You are quite similar to the Scourge of Destruction."

Then, He sat upright, leaned on the back of the chair, and said relaxedly:

"But there is no need for you to gather the Rose of Redemption. The Demon of Knowledge hates God, but he may not directly attack God. First of all, this is the choice of my ally. He went to where he came from, and then integrated into In. Secondly, no one or God can prevent the return of the pillars. Even the pillars themselves cannot completely obliterate or imprison one of them. This is how our world goes."

"The world will be like this in the future. It will be beautiful, full of sunshine, full of divinity, and you will have no worries about food and clothing."

He recalled what he saw and heard all the way from the seaside to the Cathedral of Light in Trier - Extraordinary has been officially known to the masses. People yearn for these god-given powers and go to the church to offer their faith in exchange for potions. The extraordinary people of the church have cultivated the means of production sufficient for people's lives, and developed circuits, sewer systems and the simplest household appliances that make human life more convenient. The instinct of the creator gradually emerges, extraordinary people become a part of social production, and ordinary people gradually become the kind of creatures that are raised and protected.

Edward crossed himself on the table:

"The radiance of the Creator envelopes everything. Half of humanity has become the Creator's livestock, and half of humanity has become the playthings of Xuanhuang Tianzun, Fu Sheng. But everyone can gain happiness and eternity. This is the future earth."

boom!

Medici's fist hit the table, making a loud noise.

"Stop talking nonsense!" War Angel roared low and angry, "The Lord has never regarded human beings as His own livestock!"

"He came from the prayers of mankind, listened to suffering and sorrow, and became holy. He opened schools more than once and spread technological power that could resist extraordinary abilities. How could He betray his followers and tame them into being without the ability to think? creature?"

Edward looked at him and suddenly said to the air:

"Come here as a sacrifice of Backlund's newspaper."

Then He turned his head to Medici, looked into His iron-black eyes, and made an inverted cross on his chest slightly solemnly but still casually:

“Your Lord loved the world, but God did not love the world.”

God and man are like man and the Lamb.

If God does not need humans as anchors, but is interested in humans, what significance do mortals have to God?

The office suddenly became quiet. Even the sound of wind and light rain outside the portholes were cut off. In the long silence, it seemed that even time had stopped. Medici's eyes were burning with anger, and he was angry at God. The blasphemous dissatisfaction grew rapidly.

About five seconds later, Edward stretched out his hand to open a dark slit and grabbed a brand new newspaper from the middle. He glanced at the front page and pushed it to Medici with a smile.

"No one can resist his own instincts, not even you or me, nor God."

"The God of Thunder tried his best to fight against the original will in his body. Allowing George III to proclaim himself emperor was an attempt for him to fight against the 'tyrant', but he failed - he could not fight against the real tyrant, nor could he fight against himself, even if He knew this was hastening suicide.”

Medici glanced at the front of the page. The bold and capital letters on it conveyed a message, which made his eyes widen slightly:

"The descendants of the Loen royal family gave up the throne..."

"Loen is about to unite its politics and religion, and Pope Gad II, the favored one of the God of Thunder, will temporarily take over as emperor..."

War Angel stared at the contents of the newspaper. He sneered a few times and didn't say another word for a long time.

Edward blinked, crossed his hands, and smiled:

"I've known this day would come."

"Look, no one can resist himself... This is how the world will be in the future. The omniscient and omnipotent loves and ignores every believer equally. Unbelievers and false believers are eliminated. The earth becomes a sheepfold and a playground. Yours The world has no future."

"This is what will happen to you -"

He suddenly let out a nasty laugh and said jokingly and disappointedly: "Who dares not to accept such an ending?"

TBC

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"And I'm going to get out of here."

"I have no interest in witnessing another death in a corpse-like world."