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

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Klein's scalp and entire back were numb, and he was even numb with fear.

At the same time, another thunderstorm rumbled in the sky, and the white light of lightning and the sound of increasingly violent rain enveloped the entire world. The children who were frightened by the thunderstorm did not dare to cry, but could only stare and tremble.

Tonight is a night of thunderstorms.

The thunder covered up all the sounds, and the words that suddenly appeared in his ears just now seemed to be his auditory hallucinations.

But he heard it clearly! Because he will not forget the voice of that person - that devil! The terrifying Edward Vaughan!

Isn't He dead? !

The key is, why does He keep targeting himself? ! He is from the demon path, so there is no need to rob the Origin Castle!

Is it some other reason? Because he was resurrected, did he arouse his interest and make him want to kill him completely?

Lightning lit up Backlund's night. Klein slowly stood up straight. His throat rolled. He looked up at the sky and then at the surrounding environment. The rain and fear made him feel cold from head to toe. It was so thorough that his heart almost stopped - his villa was cut extremely smoothly, the cut in the wall had a slight curvature, and the height was from his shoulders to his chin.

The most important thing is that this attack did not trigger Klein's spiritual warning at all. It was because he had no time to respond to the spiritual warning, or it was far beyond his ability. Even if he was warned, he could not escape at all!

Is this what you mean by letting me go? Get out of the house? Get out of Backlund? Will everyone around me suffer if I stay here?

Klein, who was soaked all over, suddenly came to a realization, and his slight rejection of the God of Thunder was wiped away. The next second, he jumped into the fog of history, as skillfully and quickly as countless predecessors in his path.

He did not forget to hold his secret puppet Qionas and run all the way, while the "winner" Enuni was left in the villa - although it is not known whether the "winner" would have any effect in this situation, but in the villa And other ordinary people! A little luck is better than none!

On the way to escape, Klein held Qonas turned into a meat ball in one hand, and took out a paper crane from his pocket like magic with the other hand. This time, the Paper Crane burned at an unprecedented speed. It burned into a small fireball. Almost as soon as it was ignited, it was already burning from the head to the two folded paper wings. It was very intuitive for Klein to "see" With the "good luck" passing so quickly, he could even imagine that Will might be crying, but Klein didn't dare to think about it or guess what would happen to him after the paper cranes were burned!

But now, he completely gave up thinking, letting countless random thoughts pop up in an instant to fill his brain, and ran forward following the gathering.

He is going to Zarath!

Will is a genuine angel who "can feel the changes in fate". If the current situation makes him feel that his life is in danger, then Will may directly refuse his visit. If Pales is not around, the Red Angel will attract both parties. Hatred, Miss Messenger is probably not qualified to intervene in the current situation, and Zaratul, who has been hiding and observing in secret, has become the only way to escape that he can think of now.

Although Zaratul's aggression has weakened slightly during this period, he will still persevere in trying to catch himself.

When Zaratul wants to catch him, Klein always has a strange feeling - that is, invisible tentacles stretch out from the terrifying darkness and fog, either tracing his whereabouts, or trying to Anticipate and intercept in advance, silent and cold. Once you are entangled by them, the consequences will be disastrous.

But at this moment, Klein felt endless yearning and affection for this Sequence One veteran hidden around him, and couldn't wait to share this horror with Zaratul. Perhaps this is the occult connection that diviners have in common. .

Klein did the opposite, turned his attack, closed his eyes, followed the spiritual guidance, and chased those tentative tentacles!

He followed his spiritual guidance and rushed forward, sometimes hiding in the fog of history, and sometimes coming to the real world. However, when he had the idea of ​​​​going to the spiritual world, he would feel the cold that penetrated into his bones, as if a pair of eyes were tight. Follow him.

"Can't go to the spirit world...He's watching me!"

Klein pricked up his ears and carefully distinguished the thunder and rain in his ears, trying to find some guidance like "roll to the east" or "roll out of the city". Unfortunately, there was nothing. "Sailor" passed by a high-ranking person. The shocking sense of oppression and fear that came with it made him tremble several times.

Ling Ling already had an image of Backlund on a rainy night in his mind. There was no one on the street, and only lightning illuminated the whole world erratically.

He was walking through Cherwood, the rainwater gurgling down the low sides of the street.

Ahead lies the Tasok River. Suddenly, Klein, who was running wildly, stopped abruptly - his mind did not allow him to do so, and he did not look at the road ahead, but a streetlight in front of him suddenly tilted strangely, and he braked instinctively. Stop!

Until the moment he stopped, Klein's mind had not turned around. He was a Sequence 3 saint and a person who could physically resist city defense artillery. Why should he be afraid of falling lampposts?

Then he understood.

The street lamp tilted a little out of thin air, but did not fall completely. It was inserted diagonally on the roadside in a shape like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. However, the Tasok River in front of him suddenly surged, and the river water surged like a sea in a storm. There were huge waves that shouldn't be seen in normal rivers in the city, shaking several small wooden boats in the distance up and down.

Klein paused for a moment, without opening his eyes, turned around and ran towards the other way.

Behind him, the lightning became more violent, and the water of the Tasok River turned into a strange black-red color. The water rose rapidly, and a large amount of white gas came out from both sides, making a "squeaking" sound. The bricks and stones directly above him Bridges are corroding rapidly!

Countless thin blood lines rushed toward Klein like a swarm of snakes, and in the blink of an eye they caught up with the fleeing ancient scholar.

The thunder paused for half a second before catching up. Lightning cracked the roof of the nearest building. A large number of rocks crashed down, blocking the highly corrosive bloodline and Klein. It was a little early and almost buried Klein too.

The rocks made an earth-shattering noise, but no one shouted, and Backlund remained dead silent.

"You don't have to save him if you don't want to," Edward teased, "Why do you have to go against your own instincts, tyrant?"

His answer was a reformed, purifying light directed at the weak spot.

Klein barely maintained his balance after a violent earthquake. He ran forward desperately. Every time he took a step, he could feel that the devil chasing behind him was getting closer to him. That was a symbol of The blood of sin and filth!

He kept running, but at the same time he could only pray to the "God of Thunder" to be more powerful and stop the demon behind him. After all, this was the only one who could still save him.

The stones and part of the blood line canceled each other out, and a large hand that seemed to be made entirely of dark red blood stretched out from the Tasok River. It easily grabbed two boulders from the bridge and threw them directly in the direction of Klein. past!

There was a sound of wind coming from behind. Just as Klein was about to avoid the huge hidden weapon that was attacking, the nightgown on his body suddenly tightened, strangling him tightly. At the same moment, the loose pajamas and shoes and socks on his legs turned into Without the cage and restraints, Klein lost his balance and fell forward. Originally, even if the nightgown was full of rainwater, it would be nothing to the demigod. But at this moment, Klein was pressed firmly to the ground, as if he was pressed up by two mountains. He couldn't even move a finger. There are even shallow human-shaped dents on the ground!

Klein's brain was spinning rapidly. He hit the ground hard and threw something out.

"Amon!" he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.

Klein missed Amon crazily in his heart. If he knew Amon's honorable name, he would have recited it hundreds of times in this situation. He would bother Amon to death even if he had to look here! Only in this way can he have a chance to survive by hook or by crook!

"Amon! Amon! Angel of Time!"

In the dark rainy night, this sound echoed in the sky above Backlund, reminding Klein of Zaratul's crows.

His collar suddenly tightened, and he was determined to strangle him to death.

Klein's face suddenly turned purple - this seemed to be more than just suffocation in the physical sense! After becoming a demigod, he could survive for a long time even without the need for air and food. However, the moment he was pinched, Klein felt difficulty breathing, his heartbeat slowed down, and his brain quickly stopped functioning due to insufficient blood supply. In less than a second, Within a matter of seconds, he was already about to be strangled to death!

At the same time, a halo of halo appeared in his right eye, which seemed to be condensing into a monocle.

But before the monocle could even form an outline, it suddenly turned into a spiritual point of light and shattered.

boom!

Two huge boulders hit Klein, who was unable to move, like meteorites, but then, in the corner not illuminated by lightning, a palm-sized flesh ball quickly stretched and grew, turning into the shape of Klein, sticking close to his body. He ran towards the wall and ran away.

At the critical moment, he and his marionette exchanged places.

He breaks away from the suit that's trying to kill him, and realizes that the demon still has the power of the "prisoner" path! The secret puppet Qonas has been smashed into a pulp by the two boulders in his place, and is slowly extracting extraordinary characteristics.

Just as Klein felt relieved, there was a sudden sharp pain in his left knee, and he almost fell to his knees uncontrollably.

An inconspicuous stone collapsed from the stone, shattering his knee from behind like a large-caliber bullet and getting stuck inside.

Severe pain rushed straight to his brain. Klein immediately cut off the pain nerve in his left leg, repaired it roughly, and continued to run forward with a limp, running into the fog of history.

"I'm aiming for the back."

He seemed to hear someone muttering.

The scene in the fog of history quickly receded, and the collapsed mausoleum flashed past the corner of Klein's eye. Suddenly, he felt something, and he suddenly ran towards the fragment of history, and towards one of the mausoleums that attracted him. middle!

At that time, the tomb where Zaratul hid when communicating with him!

In the material world, after the destruction of the mausoleum, Zaratul moved to an inconspicuous house in the corner of Backlund. This house originally had some strange stories and stories, and after he moved in, it scared everyone around him. The house is full of tremors and cannot sleep peacefully.

At this moment, Zaratul was doing divination in the house, talking to the marionettes he hung on the roof, controlling the marionettes to pour him tea, and predicting the auspicious day for the next attack on Klein. It is pouring heavily today, but under the protection of the God of Thunder, people who understand mysticism and believers of the God of Thunder will think that this is a good night, and Zaratul is no exception. He is passing the time leisurely.

Suddenly, his spirit moved and he looked out the window.

I saw the figure of Klein Moretti suddenly appearing on the deserted street, with his eyes closed and his face pale, rushing towards him with the "abyss" and "thunderstorm" approaching behind him!

When He saw "the abyss," the abyss greeted Him.

Edward's cheerful and lively voice came into his ears: "Hey, I almost forgot about you. Do you also want to compete for the Lord of Mysteries?"

The brass eye entwined with lightning glared at him directly, and then became entangled with the abyss. Traces that seemed to corrode and tear the sky together and thunder that covered up the whispers of the abyss flashed frequently in the sky. Two dual-path true gods are fighting each other.

Zaratul's hand shook, and his gray beard trembled.

He immediately disappeared from the spot, darted into the fog of history with more skillful movements than Klein, and before entering, he also stacked dozens of layers of historical projections on himself, and switched places with hundreds of marionettes.

But at the moment He disappeared, Klein swooped forward, grabbed one of His tentacles, and were brought together into the fog of history.

As soon as Zaratul entered the fog of history, he rushed towards the Fourth Age. When he turned his head, he saw Klein running away madly behind him. He was immediately furious and roared like an angry old man, with a thin sense of humanity. A beard that shakes violently:

"I haven't harmed my family recently! Why did you harm me!"

Klein dared to open his eyes only in the fog of history. Although his face was bloodless, he was not to be outdone: "You have been attacking me all the time!"

"This is a normal competition among our paths!" Zaratul was almost stunned. We have negotiated terms and agreements. Why did you drag me in when you were being hunted by demons? ! No one knows the devil's behavior better than his old colleague!

"Do you have a way to escape?" Klein forcefully changed the subject.

"No!!"

After saying this, Zaratul immediately began to think - Klein may have some old grudges with Edward, but he has nothing to do with this demon or even the outer god. He is just an unrelated passerby who was dragged in. You must follow Klein into misfortune!

With this in mind, Zaratul quickly performed a simple divination in his sleeves and received the revelation that "it would be dangerous to leave now," but that risk was still within an acceptable range.

There is a chance within the acceptable range!

Zaratul immediately left the fog of history, parted ways with Klein, and headed for other cities in Loen.

When Klein saw Zaratul suddenly disappearing, he couldn't help but gasp. He was about to run away even harder--suddenly, he also stopped, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He blinked and whispered in disbelief: "Follow me?"

…

Zaratul escaped from the fog of history and appeared in a forest at the foot of Mount Honakis. He was not surprised that he appeared here, because he was running aimlessly and was not attracted to come here by the extraordinary gathering. strangeness.

He stacked ten layers of historical projections on the spot, prepared all marionettes across the country that could be exchanged, and stayed in formation for a full fifteen minutes. He did not hear thunder or see anything that should not appear. , Zaratul's mood slowly relaxed.

Suddenly, a thunder exploded directly above his head.

Zaratul became nervous again like a frightened rabbit.

But nothing happened. When the thunder disappeared, He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a slight "click".

Guns loaded.

boom!

Zaratul's head exploded suddenly, and Edward put the muzzle of the gun against the back of his head and shot, causing bone fragments and plasma to fly all over the ground.

"how come……"

Zaratul's remaining eye was filled with extreme fear and confusion.

These body parts belonging to the "Servant of Secrets" twisted when they fell to the ground, turning into a dying insect. They twisted their bodies crazily on the ground, fighting against the dual-channel true god-level filthy words contained in the bullets. :"die"!

But the difference in power was too great, and within a few seconds, they all died one after another.

After another half minute, an extraordinary characteristic began to condense on the ground.

Edward's body became blurred, as if he was going to twist and disappear in the next moment: "With one less sequence one, things will be much simpler."

After saying that, "Edward Vaughn", who was just a malicious clone, bent down, picked up the extraordinary characteristics, wrapped it up and turned it into a wriggling black shadow, and melted into the air like evaporation.

Immediately afterwards, His mood obviously improved.

While Edward was fighting and bickering with the God of Thunder, he continued to chase Klein who had not run far away.

TBC

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Zaratul: What is the acceptable loss for me?