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

751

""Legure from the Eastern Continent"? It's a very meaningful name."

There was also a piece of paper in front of Irena. On it was the conversation between Klein and her, which was almost exactly the same as the one in Klein's hand.

——Therefore, Emperor Russell once called this information transmission ritual magic "Extraordinary Fax Machine Magic".

"I will take action soon and head to the Eastern Continent."

Her arm moved on its own and she wrote a line of Rune sentences belonging to Klein Moretti.

"No problem, Mr.

"I will not go to Trier for the time being. I can go to the sea on my own and go to the secret route held by the church. At the same time, I also have my own things to do. I don't need sealed objects because the spiritual world in the Eastern Continent does not interact with the outside world. , teleportation won’t work.”

In this way... Irena was very surprised. She felt that the Aurora Society should be the organization in the world that understood the Eastern Continent best.

According to the past and present sacred scriptures of the Aurora Society, the Eastern Continent contains the past of the gods betraying the Creator. There is no doubt that it is a major black history and an unbearable past, which is enough to explain why other churches and organizations have little interest in research on the Eastern Continent. . While other Zhengshen churches are still showing off and staying at the step of "finding directions based on myths and legends", the Aurora Society has already sent pilgrim teams to the sanctuary countless times at a rapid pace, and has been in the ruins of the God War. The depths of the sea have opened up a route that can truly enter the Eastern Continent.

And Mr. Don't know either.

——Because he met no living people, nor did he find the remains of any city-state in the darkness. The "darkness" and "shadows" in the Eastern Continent are different from the outside world. Although it is a sanctuary, the shadows there are not controlled by the saints, but will become more weird and terrifying.

In fact, not long after entering the Land Abandoned by the Gods, he lost his way in the darkness and gradually lost all his teammates. In the end, he successfully found his way back to where he came in by pointing out the route through the corpses of other compatriots who died along the way. The "door".

A bold guess came to Irena's mind involuntarily:

He knows the environment, climate, geography, humanities, history, and even the spiritual world and ritual magic. It is as if he has really seen it with his own eyes, or even lived there... Maybe, he is People who come out of there?

Are they the Lord’s chosen people?

Could it be that he comes from the Eastern Continent, is the chosen one of the Lord, the one who is called among the chosen people, the one who is destined to open the door to that continent?

God, this is really true. I have once again witnessed a moment in history. We will all be written into a single chapter in the holy book...

"I see."

Irena's heart was beating fast. She shook these messy thoughts away from her mind, considered her words for a few seconds, and wrote:

"Then I will help you contact the 'Black Saint'. When do you plan to have a direct conversation with him?"

It has to be said that although there are many people in the Aurora Society who can enter the Land Abandoned by God, not many can come out.

In the first half of last year, a small group of pilgrims went there spontaneously. Although their leader claimed to have dreamed of a giant snake before setting off, and was suspected of having received a revelation from the "Angel of Destiny", the whole army still left after a month of heading east. Destroyed and no news was heard.

It is not known whether they entered the sanctuary or were shipwrecked in the sea of ​​ruins.

So far, the only person who has entered the Eastern Continent multiple times and returned alive is the "Black Saint" Leo Master.

"As soon as possible."

Klein is a little impatient because he can't stay under the protection of the God of Thunder forever. He needs promotion, digestion, performance, and strength. The Eastern Continent is isolated from the world. The sooner he leaves, the better. The sooner the better.

"If possible, I hope to have a reply within the next few days."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

She wrote down this specific noun with a pen, and then said goodbye to Klein. After confirming the subsequent contact information, she quickly ended the ritual exchange. Then she put the paper away and quickly walked out of the room with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with gold-plated frames.

The residence of the "Black Saint" is...

Irena left the room, closed the door, and thought for a moment. She remembered that the church now encourages everyone to go deep into the masses, start from small things, start from the things around you, promote the Lord's Church in the third age, and use everyone's strength to work together To rebuild his own home, the place where the "Black Saint" usually goes most often is a small residential area southwest of Trier. He likes to stay there and use his own hands to build houses with the people around him, carrying sand, soil and Brick and Stone, and then calmly preached to everyone during the break, telling stories from the Holy Scriptures.

"It's not even afternoon yet."

Irena took a quick look at the height of the sun outside and prepared to immediately go to the southwest to capture the "Black Saint".

She is not the Rose Bishop and cannot convey information in flesh and blood. They are on the same level, so it is not good to ask subordinates to call people. It goes against the expectations of the master, so I can only go there myself.

The heels decorated with golden metal collide with the marble floor frequently. Everywhere in the Cathedral of Light is well lit. The mirrors, skylights, gold and crystal are perfectly matched, and there is almost no dark corner to be found.

However, in the reconstruction work, the cathedral spent a large amount of gold as labor and settlement fees and subsidies, and active work was now encouraged.

Irena went downstairs quickly, but just as she passed a corner, Irena's spirituality was suddenly touched, and she instinctively moved half a step to one side, as if she was bypassing something.

Immediately afterwards, a figure gradually appeared in the air that she had bypassed, as if someone had been standing here from the beginning.

Irena looked at each other curiously, at the old gentleman with golden eyes, kind face and gray hair. He looks ordinary and will be lost in the crowd in the blink of an eye, but those eyes are unforgettable, as if just looking at them will bring back some inner memories. Immediately afterwards, Irena remembered who these features belonged to. She was greatly shocked. She hurriedly made the sign of the cross on her chest and curtsied:

"Your Majesty! His Highness Hermes!"

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

Hermes smiled gently. His words carried incredible power, far more powerful than Irena's own soothing ability as the "Priest of Light". She calmed down immediately, feeling relaxed and happy, and all the tension disappeared. Without a trace.

"The prophecy tells me that something interesting will happen to me today."

Hermes first made a joke in a humorous tone: He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, matching the documents in his hands, like a university professor who happened to be passing by: "The prophecy guided me to find you, madam, maybe, I I can give you some help.”

"How dare you..."

Irena hesitated for a few seconds, but seeing Hermes' eyes full of clear curiosity and kindness, and considering that the other person's status was far higher than hers, she hurriedly curtsied and saluted, and whispered:

"Dear His Highness Hermes, the Lord's Favored One will go to the sanctuary and bring the chosen people to our side of the world."

Hermes moved slightly: "Sanctuary...Sanctuary..."

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, murmuring his lips, and kept repeating the word. Then he asked Irena a little eagerly: "When will the Lord's favored one set out? Will he lead the pilgrim team, or will he lead the pilgrimage?" Going alone? Has the person been chosen?”

Irena remembered that the audience could hide their own emotions perfectly, or actively put on some disguised emotions to guide others. She was not sure what the angel in front of her really thought, but this was an angel after all, and she was still honest. To put it bluntly:

"The Beloved One said he would go alone."

"He asked me to find His Excellency the 'Black Saint'. Lord Leo Master is the person who knows the most about the Sanctuary after the 'Great Cataclysm'."

“The Lord’s Favorite is in Trier?”

Hermes asked first, and then firmly denied directly:

"No, if he is here and there is no need for you to search for him, he is definitely not in Intis. With the saint's ability, he can easily travel between the two places. He is abroad, and in a relatively remote location, and he wants to operate covertly. , at the same time, I have no memory of this beloved one, nor any impression of meeting him... He is the mysterious Mr.

Irena was speechless, but nodded.

"Then I also want to meet this beloved one."

Hermes smiled: "Leo Master is praying in the small church in the southwest. Come on, madam, I will go with you."

…

"Let a piece of forgotten history return to the current era...return, not reappear...it would be great if it were a reappearance, but unfortunately the two meanings are completely different. If it is a reappearance, as long as I write the I will find a way to spread the true history of the Fourth Age or the Third Age, even if the ritual is completed... But in this way, I may still face the danger of being taught the Chavas meter at any time, even if it is the Thunderbolt who has helped me many times. God probably won’t be happy to see the history of the Fourth Age or even the Third Age being made public... Sigh... After all, he is kind to me..."

I have to be more concerned about His thoughts and cannot be ungrateful... Klein had a slight headache, and his right hand holding the pen paused. He was already thinking about the future, and instinctively analyzed the contents of the "Miracle Master" potion.

"Go to the Eastern Continent, let the people there leave, return to the North and South Continents, and let the history that has been lost for two to three thousand years come to the current era. This is indeed the best, most efficient and perfect way at the moment. I can't think of anything else."

“I don’t know what ritual Zaratul completed originally... Or maybe, as a descendant of the ancient Fourth Age nobles who witnessed history, he has been isolated from the world for more than three hundred years. His reappearance in the world is equivalent to A lost piece of history returning to the current era?”

Klein couldn't think of a reason. If he connected Zaratul and Russell, he would think that "recreating the industrial revolution in Intis is also a way to bring the lost history back to the current era." But at that time, Zaratul Latu is already in Sequence 2.

But the Secret Order provided Russell with a lot of help, and perhaps there were also Sequence 3s who took advantage of this incident to get promoted.

"Sure enough, part of the extraordinary abilities of 'Miracle Masters' come from history, which is why there are such ritual requirements... How can other 'ancient scholars' complete it?" Klein looked at his table and thought about it from another angle. Possible solution, "If it were me, I could only find a way to isolate some people and history from reality until they have been forgotten, and then let them return to the current era. This may take three hundred years, five hundred years, or even more." Jiu... This is really an evil act... Haha, it reminds me of Peach Blossom Spring..."

"However, bringing people out of the Land Abandoned by God is no easier than avoiding Amon's tracking."

"According to Little Sun's exploration of the God's Abandoned Land, the currently known official route to leave the God's Abandoned Land is to enter the 'Giant King's Court' and open the palace where the 'Dark Angel' Sasril is sleeping. He is the negative personality of the ancient sun god. He ranks first among the kings of angels and is known as the deputy king of heaven. He is not dead. His power is probably not much weaker than that of the king of angels... Moreover, I have no idea what his current state is. , you may have to enter the Land Abandoned by the Gods and contact Silver City before you have a chance to investigate..."

Klein exhaled slowly, feeling that the ceremony still had a certain probability of success.

In fact, he knew very well that even without him, Silver City would try again and again to open the door to the Giant King's residence and find a way to leave this abandoned land, just like a moth seeing the light of fire, until death.

No matter what, with my "joining", the possibility of success will definitely be higher than it is now... Klein subconsciously wants to attract Amon when he opens the door to the "Dark Angel"'s sleeping place, to create chaos and offset " The damage caused by the awakening of "Dark Angel".

This is a tactic he is quite skilled at.

However, he ultimately rejected the idea because it was too dangerous.

After many chaos and unimaginable battles, Klein clearly realized the power of high-ranking people. He instinctively feared these terrifying existences and no longer had the idea of ​​using the contradictions between them to create chaos.

Their mere existence can bring unbearable damage to the surrounding Extraordinaries and the entire region!

In this case, trying to use them to create a chaotic situation is no longer comparable to walking on the edge of the abyss and slipping down if you are not careful. Without the determination to fall into the abyss and fall into hell forever, it is best not to try.

Suddenly, Klein thought of something, and his breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

"I remember someone told me that Amon would clean up the city-states that converted to other gods in the land abandoned by the gods..."

"Yes! Derrick the Sun told me! He has more than once explored city-states that believe in the True Creator or other gods, but those places have been destroyed and become ruins. Someone is clearing out the converted heretics!"

"Amon!"

"Silver City and Moon City have converted to the 'Fool'!"

Klein took a deep breath, and his back was suddenly soaked with cold sweat.

He forced himself to calm down, bit his lip tightly, and continued to think about countermeasures.

"I have to think of a way and prepare for the worst...the worst is..."

He interrupted his thoughts for a moment.

"I must go. Even if there is only one person who has not been parasitized, I will save him. This is the promise I once made to the Sun, and it is also the response to the true Creator."

"The Land Abandoned by the Gods has perfectly solved these difficulties, but it has also brought about greater difficulties... 'Dark Angel' Sasril... What is the current state of the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven? Is he related to the ancient sun god? Resurrection arrangements... The level of involvement has reached the ceiling of this world... Why am I always involved in similar things..." Klein laughed at himself, and he could probably guess that there was an aspect of destiny brought about by the "Origin Castle". Impact.

He took another deep breath and thought about the "Miracle Master" potion.

If he really can't find the formula, he can only use those level 0 sealed objects, which will undoubtedly cause greater danger.

Time passed quietly. Klein thought for a long time and made many plans. Finally he rubbed his face and prepared to enter the living room to rest.

He finished washing up quickly, lay down on the unfamiliar but safe bed, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep with uneasiness.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and saw that he was back in his living room. Sitting in front of him was the familiar Leo Master, the "Black Saint" with simple clothes, dark hair and eyes, and a strange white man. Old people.

"Hello."

The white-haired old man took the initiative to say hello to him, so that Klein's mood and spirit could relax. The next second, Klein's spirit became tense again. This was "comfort"! "Appeasement" from the "audience" approach!

A senior member of the Twilight Hidden World Society? Angel? Could it be the legendary...

Klein's eyes widened slightly.

"It seems you know who I am."

The white-haired old man smiled, pressed his hand on his chest, and introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, young man. My name is Hermes."

He raised his head slightly like an old naughty boy, with a slightly proud tone:

"Many ritual magics and the occult language you use were created by me and named after me."

TBC

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coming

Finalized name: a joint gift from a Marxist and a Soviet revisionist.

I'm the one in front.