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

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In an instant, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the MI9 "officer".

"not enough?"

If three people are not enough, then what else should we pay? What else will this bottle take next? As soon as he started thinking in this direction, he felt as if someone was whispering in his ear: In addition, there are many things that can be given, such as your friends, your other subordinates, and your family. If you can't bear to part with it, you can choose to send away your subordinates' family members. They are already dead anyway... If you don't make a choice, someone's life may be randomly taken away, and they may be given priority to follow you. Start with people close to you.

The weird details brought about by this simple sentence almost made his scalp explode. At the moment when he felt that his life was about to be in danger, he chose to temporarily pretend to be stupid and avoid the problem: "Then take me to the emperor."

After saying this, the chief began to wait for an effect similar to "spiritual world travel", or for a secret passage to suddenly collapse like before, a water pipe that was not flooded for him to enter the depths of the mausoleum.

Anyway, it is impossible to directly make all the water here disappear.

He waited for a while, and suddenly heard two consecutive sounds of falling water coming from the direction of his subordinates, and he suddenly felt like a stone falling to the ground. The guilt and apology only existed in his heart for a short time. Then, he heard the exclamation of his probably only one of his subordinates who was still alive. A stable light source began to move in the distance, accompanied by a voice calling him.

At the same time, with the death of two subordinates, he clearly felt that something was "broken".

It seemed that something was sacrificed and something was clearly obtained in exchange, and he could feel the presence of the supreme god in this path.

But other than that, nothing happened. After a while, he saw the original red writing slowly disappearing on the blood-stained piece of paper that was only as thick as a finger, and a new line of words appeared.

"You have come into His presence."

"?"

The officer looked left and right in confusion, and finally asked in disbelief: "You didn't do anything at all! I'm still here!"

The extraordinary item was questioned, and the red writing suddenly became darker. At the same time, the entire paper became dark red and moist, as if it could squeeze out blood with just a pinch:

"He is here, He is the tomb itself, and you are enveloped in His law."

What? Although he felt that it was very strange to argue with a sealed object, the commander still did not believe the other party's words. He was about to speak when he suddenly found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by something - and the imprisonment was very strange. His head could still move, but his mouth could not open. His arms could move, and his legs could move. Not moving, even the torso was restrained to a certain extent.

He tried to pray in his heart and move forward, but still couldn't make any move.

The light source in the distance also stopped moving, as if it had entered the same predicament, so it was no longer possible to expect subordinates to come here to provide help. The only one he could rely on now was himself. Upon seeing this, the officer began to observe the difference between his upper body and lower body.

Soon, he noticed that there was a huge opening in his left sleeve, and a button had been scratched off at some point. The right sleeve had torn marks on the upper arm.

Seeing that both sides of his cuffs were in tatters, the officer quickly thought of the weird sacrificial methods of the "Lawyer" path: for example, when doing a prayer ceremony, it is best to place an odd number of candles in total, and they cannot be placed on both sides. At the same height or horizontal position, even related items must be placed in an orderly manner.

Quantity comes second, always, and absolutely cannot be placed symmetrically like other rituals.

Otherwise, not only may you not get a response, but you may also make the other party dissatisfied with you, which is fatal to employees who are asking for help.

After thinking for a while, he used his two free arms to untie his collar, pulled the straight stand-up collar askew, and then used his nails to make a half-moon-shaped nail mark on the corner of his lips.

The collar, badges and patterns of the military coat were originally asymmetrical. After doing this, he immediately felt that his upper body was free again and his mouth could open again to speak.

After confirming his guess, he immediately leaned down, pulled off the laces of the right boot, and quickly used the saber he carried to make a notch on the trouser leg, and cut around the upper half of the left boot. lock up.

With the squeaking sound, the leather boots quickly became shorter.

Such an attempt seemed to have nothing to do with the extraordinary. However, with the completion of this series of actions, when he cautiously stepped forward again, his body could actually move and was no longer bound in place. Feel.

The invisible suppression suddenly disappeared, and the "Black Emperor" mausoleum seemed to accept such a dress.

Who would have thought that the means to deal with such anomalies are within the reach of ordinary people.

However, he suspected that if this was the preference and requirement of the high-sequence "lawyer" path, then the more extraordinary abilities he used to fight, the deeper the impact would be.

This is because he just felt like he was facing an invisible god. Only by "pleasing" the other party's aesthetics can he be forgiven. Otherwise, he could only rely on the authority of the sequence 0 level to get around it.

Fortunately, he is not only experienced in handling extraordinary events, but is also a senior member of MI9. A high-ranking person who has been in contact with these two adjacent paths has a very in-depth understanding of the "Black Emperor" path.

Although it is not that profound, it is roughly understood that it represents the shadow of order and is a distortion of normal order.

Surprisingly, just by making some changes to his clothes, he was recognized and accepted by the invisible god.

He was about to help his subordinate, but before he could take a step forward, he suddenly heard a strange "click" sound coming from the other person's position. Just when he stopped to be alert, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the water in front of him, and then he fell directly into the water as if someone kicked him from behind, and disappeared in an instant.

…

"If I don't throw it down directly for you, it will probably take a long time for you to figure out the way to the bottom."

"But the Son of Chaos has been waiting for so long, so it shouldn't be too late. This time, the Demon of Knowledge is also secretly reaching out. The God of Thunder doesn't need to be on guard against me, but he must be on guard and keep an eye on me. A guy with His extraordinary characteristics.”

"Thinking about it, it's really unbelievable. The God of Thunder is on guard against God, and Klein is also on guard against God. Are these not natural partners? What's more, they both have at least the basic understanding of 'protecting the earth and mankind', and they are clearly different. They were all supposed to be on the same front, but they actually became mortal enemies because their styles of dealing with things were completely incompatible... Fate is really strange, I can't tell who is more 'selfish'."

Edward licked it for a while, then turned to look at the mysterious "Ouroboros" symbol.

"Oh, I was originally looking for some information and occult connections about Will Asceptin, and I was waiting for you to offer a high price when you came to ask for clues for Ourolius, but now they are actually in the same camp. The competition for sequence 0 has begun.”

"Really, if He hadn't betrayed me, I could just let them both tolerate failure and die together, and then use the sequence one and uniqueness of the entire destiny path to ask if the 'Circle of Fate' has recovered part of it. The plan of authority.”

But now, without the authority of that part of "possibility", it is impossible to deal a fatal blow to these two "snake of fate".

"But there is this opportunity now."

Edward said to the empty room:

"Are you still planning to stay in the Southern Continent? You are not welcome in the highlands, and Bailang will soon no longer be a residence for living people. You should also have gotten the information you want. Are you ready to continue doing something?"

After saying this, no one responded for a long time.

"Oh, it turns out he's already gone," He said. "I'm really anxious."

…

Fusac was not affected by Roen's complicated situation. It was another early morning, and Medici went to the city center as usual to see if the "Brass Book of Trunsoest" had written more laws.

He didn't know that someone was remotely competing with the Patriarch for control of the Brass Book. He only cared about whether his plan could be implemented smoothly.

However, even if there is an extreme law such as "It is forbidden to talk about any gods other than the God of War", he will not be surprised. The emergence of such laws either proves that the Patriarch has gone crazy and has already lost faith in the God of War in order to maintain his belief in the God of War. Either by hook or by crook, it proves that the activation of the Brass Book has intensified, and the Patriarch cannot even stop such extreme orders.

No matter which one it is, it proves that the Patriarch has been dragged to the point where he is exhausted and unable to do anything, and this is a good opportunity for Medici to take action.

Medici lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring leisurely.

Putting aside the hostile power and his love for Emperor Fusac's extraordinary characteristics, Medici understands the current mood of the royal family and the Church of God of War - just like when he experienced the feast of betrayal, he felt that the whole world He is his own enemy and it is difficult to figure out where to go next. However, they were a bit more pitiful than themselves and Orochi at the time. At least the two of them could still take the Lord's human side with sequence 0 power to save some believers and establish a new branch, but the God of War really didn't leave a single piece behind. And he died in a mysterious way.

Not to mention establishing his own business, the Patriarch has no chance of promotion.

The Red Angel walked leisurely. Suddenly, his spirit moved and he turned his attention to the three or five idle men gathered on the roadside.

One of them had a smile on his face, while the other two were looking at each other with narrow eyes and joking with each other.

"Quick, tell me more, how are you and that girl doing?"

The smile on the face of the young man who was surrounded and joking suddenly became more intoxicating. Medici couldn't help but stop smoking - because he was familiar with that smile, the one that indulged in love, the one that seemed to have gained him. The smile I love for life!

"She - she is so beautiful and nice. I hope to marry her, but I'm worried that she won't want to."

"This is the first time I see you showing such an expression. What does she look like?"

"I have indeed seen a lot of beautiful girls in the past two days! I almost met them once, but I didn't have time to strike up a conversation."

The young man's smile became dizzy and he looked a little silly: "She has beautiful long black hair, like silk..."

Medici frowned and paused involuntarily. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of himself standing just outside a store. A round mirror with a black walnut frame hung on the wall. His upper body was reflected in the mirror. The next moment, his throat felt itchy and his face instantly turned pale. A strong allergic reaction actually appeared on a Sequence One angel!

His throat suddenly began to swell, blocking his trachea. He obviously didn't need to breathe at all, but how could this sudden and abnormal disease only affect his body?

In an instant, his spirituality and thoughts were blocked together. His vocal cords were so painful that they seemed to burst. Even his tongue began to swell rapidly, making the entire mouth stuck and unable to make any sound. Medici was dizzy and couldn't stand upright at all.

He leaned towards the mirror in embarrassment, his hat was scratched off by something on the wall, and his body hit the wall with a muffled sound.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The sudden collapse of a passerby certainly startled others passing by, not to mention that the other person was twitching a little after falling, and even pinched his neck with his fingers. It looked like he had a sudden illness. Immediately, a kind-hearted passerby came over to check the situation, but before the other person got close to where Medici was, dense red allergic herpes appeared on the back of his outstretched hand.

After just one or two breaths, he fell straight to the ground without any breath.

At this time, the people who had originally planned to come to help were frightened and hurriedly moved away from the dying and dead people.

But before they had even taken two steps, they fell down one after another, falling headfirst on the way to escape.

Bang!

The rope tied to the mirror broke, and the walnut mirror fell heavily to the ground on the side of Medici's face.

At first, there was still Medici's persevering but already purple face, but soon, the red hair in the mirror turned black, and the red angel's heroic face gradually became soft and beautiful, and the black eyes were shining with hope. The tail of his eyes raised a beautiful arc, and his image in the mirror kept changing at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely turned into the face of another person.

Medici was speechless and unable to make a sound. He was rarely in such an awkward moment in his life, let alone in front of his old rival.

However, at this moment, before his eyes began to become diseased and rotten, He stared coldly at the girl in the mirror without showing any pain.

The original witch smiled. She didn't seem to care about Medici's current struggle and inner activities. The virus fell on the Red Angel layer by layer. And He is still standing quietly and elegantly in the mirror, making the mirror seem to be a circular portrait.

As an assassin, it was natural for him to choose assassination.

"Who are you going to ask for help this time?"

"Do you think that with the protection of The Fool, I won't dare to attack you?"

"Our fight is natural. Of course, I can also spare your life so that you can return to the Fool's command and become his angel. This is just another failure for you. It is better than dying directly in the first place. .”

One by one, alluring voices echoed in Medici’s ears. There was no trace, but they were everywhere, just like everyone Medici had ever encountered, including men and women, as well as those he had placed his trust in. A child with high hopes. A refreshing aroma filled the air from nowhere. It was clear that people around him fell down one after another and lost their lives, but they still could not resist the sweet aroma.

The poison called love came with his arrival to this land that no longer had the protection of gods. The black shadow continued to expand in Medici's eyes, trying to destroy all the courage, passion and cruel pride of the god of war in his heart. All erased, leaving only the pure madness of love.

But at this moment, a silvery white light band fell between them.

As if going back in time, Medici's condition improved rapidly, his blue and black complexion gradually recovered, and the strange poison gradually receded - although it was limited, he was able to make a sound again.

Medici coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice:

"Feel sorry."

TBC

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No one can walk out of the barber shop with a smile. I got a haircut. I was so unhappy and angry that I didn’t even want to type.