Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The ground shook slightly, and it was very difficult to drive Seal 1-42, but although it looked heavy, it moved very agilely.

The emerald green eyes were hidden in the deep darkness of the visor. Leonard was sweating profusely and breathing hard. His attack missed and his spiritual strength had reached the bottom. He did not have the energy to swing the weapon a second time.

The silver light that dismembered Jason Belia began to emerge on his body surface, and along with tearing pain, it was embedding into his flesh and blood bit by bit.

He was a step too late, and the matter seemed to be over. There was only a lifeless shadow in front of him. Through the mutual resonance of their spirituality, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry because his prey was taken away, and he turned his target to the strange man in front of him.

The "Apostle of Desire" was killed. Was this to destroy evidence or something else... Oh no, my body is almost at its limit... Leonard was dizzy from the drained spirituality, and his flesh and blood were stinging. He could hardly stand up straight. The red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding all around as if they were facing a great enemy. Captain Soster looked at the armor with an unpleasant expression, then looked at the person opposite him, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Leonard.

"Old man...who is that?"

"Backlund... the hidden, high-sequence expert...?"

No one responded. The parasite who had just been pointing out Jason Belia's weaknesses and abilities suddenly fell silent. Leonard didn't get a response. He was confused and felt that something was wrong.

This seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man didn't seem nervous at all. After two or three seconds, he sighed.

"I don't want to cause any trouble at this time. Killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods, which will be a waste of time."

"I killed your target, but I didn't want to do anything to you."

His words seemed to have a magical power that made people believe him involuntarily. Leonard couldn't help but let go of his hostility a little. The pain made it impossible for him to think properly. He took the opportunity to look around through the visor and saw that the other team members also showed some "relieved" expressions on their faces, as if they were easily convinced by the other party.

Persuasion? Obedience? A strong person on the "lawyer" path?

Leonard tried to think in the severe pain that almost made him faint. The pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe. But he was getting closer and closer to the limit of "ten minutes". He was going to die, torn apart by the extraordinary items, and die before revenge. It was like the hourglass of life counting down, with only the last thin layer of sand left.

Even Soest seemed to waver.

As the captain, he clearly understood the difference in strength between the two sides. They used 1-42 to let the other side escape, but when they met again, the Apostle of Desire had become the ghost of the strange strong man in front of them. This matter seemed to have exceeded the ability limit of his team of Red Gloves. Even if all of them joined the battle, they might not be able to stop the other side, or even be able to send information back. If the other side was unwilling to take action, it seemed... it couldn't be better...

He felt this subconsciously.

"Your team members are about to be killed by the blood-stained armor."

He said slowly, "Do you want to watch your team members die again? Do you want to weigh the weight of the mission and the lives of your team members again?"

Soest's pupils suddenly shrank.

Leonard's breath caught in his throat, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

...The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, added up to a lot of doubts, and he suddenly understood something.

This conjecture made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"I have no hostility."

"You should trust me."

As he spoke, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange strong man began to become blurred, and the colors around him gradually became brighter, which was a symbol of entering the spirit world. At this time, the red gloves were already shaken, and this behavior became the last straw that broke Soster's faith. As soon as the strange strong man turned around, he shouted to all the red gloves behind him in an almost out-of-tune voice:
"Dig up the bathtub right here and now!"

"Prepare hot water! Quick! Quick!"

"Thirty-seven seconds left! Use of extraordinary abilities is allowed!"

The Red Gloves were as if they had been pardoned, and they immediately dug a large pit at full speed to fill it with water. Soster was still nervous. He turned his head to look at Leonard, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a man in blood-stained silver armor holding a sword in both hands, raised above his head, and with a momentum as if he was ready to die, he strode towards the strange strong man who was sneaking into the spirit world, and chopped him down fiercely!

"demon!!"

Leonard's eyes widened with anger, and he roared, "I want to -"

The strange strong man did not stop, raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

Leonard's mind suddenly exploded with a loud noise, and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and red. Extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart, enough to make him lose his mind and go crazy to death on the spot. His capillaries exploded under the extremely high pressure, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, eyes and nose at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan. His emotions disappeared without a trace after a moment of explosion.

But even so, it was beyond Leonard's endurance.

The sword slipped out of his hand, the armor staggered half a step, and fell down with a bang.

He struggled to crawl forward a few inches, and reached out his hand tremblingly towards the figure behind him. Blood dripped from his face and was absorbed by the armor.

"Old man...don't steal...don't..."

"...I...don't...want...to...forget..."

The strange strong man seemed to be finally alarmed, but at this time he had already entered the spirit world. In his blurred vision, he saw the other party casually looked back at him and left a soft sentence:

"It's you."

His companions shouted and approached, and his vision suddenly went dark.

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Somewhere in the southern continent, at the residence of the Belia family, Grela Belia is preparing a new sacrificial ceremony.

Hurry and sacrifice more lives to the Great Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King in order to gain favor in the upcoming battle.

His crisis instinct had not yet moved, but he had already sent back the news that the assassination mission had been successfully completed, so the bait should be able to act quickly according to the plan and lure the other party to him. His arrangements had been basically completed, and things were going very smoothly.

Lines of human sacrifices with their wrists tied were led past their seats, their expressions numb, as whips drove them towards the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Belia family were busy carving the symbols of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King around the altar, as well as their honorific names. After slaughtering the livestock, their blood would flow along every groove, filling all the marks and grooves, making the lit candles float. The demons enjoyed the fun of hunting, and the gods enjoyed the spirituality and soul of life, welcoming a joyous and grand sacrifice together.

The gradually darkening sky cast a shadow on everyone's face. The sun was hanging in the sky and the red moon was about to rise.

The demigod in charge of overseeing the affairs of the altar came to Grela Belia and said, "Your Highness, everything is ready."

The Demon Duke nodded. The night had not yet fallen, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so he didn't care much.

He stood up from the stone seat and walked leisurely along the ascending stairs to the high platform next to the altar, where the ceremony to communicate with the gods was held. As a believer, he should offer the best and most thoughtful sacrifices to the gods. The human skin used as a carpet under his feet was tanned into soft and elastic high-quality leather, with natural red lines and marks that were natural and beautiful, retaining the complete appearance when it was peeled off, with the eyes of the four faces sewn on, leaving the mouth open.

The demigod followed Him closely without saying a word, and when he saw Him stop, he lowered his head even more humbly.

Suddenly, out of sight of Grela Beria, the demigod's body began to tremble violently, his head tilted and pressed against his shoulders. His cervical vertebrae must have been broken. He lowered his head, his eyeballs rolled up to the point where only the whites of his eyes were left. The nerves inside seemed to have been severed, and blood rushed out of his eye sockets. He raised his head silently, "looked" at Beria's back silently, and opened his mouth silently: "——"

Before he could even make a sound, his head was suddenly ripped off and thrown aside with only a small section of his spine.

The headless body fell to the ground, making a sound similar to a bag of potatoes falling to the ground. Grela was prepared. He looked around, his eyes burning with blue flames, and a deep thunder rolled through his throat: "Reverse impact?"

"It seems like you have caught the useless descendant by his tail!"

"You actually think I'll fall for this little trick?!" He was feeling proud of having seen through the other party's plot, and angry at being looked down upon. Just when he was on high alert, a voice that was close at hand, almost behind his head, suddenly sounded like thunder, chilling his hands and feet and chilling the blood all over his body:
"Yeah, this is a trap."

He could even imagine the smiling expression on that face.

A hand was placed on His shoulder, reminding Him of some old legends about not turning back when someone patted His shoulder late at night. His spiritual intuition drew a picture behind Him: a brown-haired man wearing a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses, smiling and looking at Him coldly:
""die"!"

Belia's pupils suddenly shrank. The brief fear made him lose the ability to think for a moment. The rust symbolizing death spread rapidly downward along the position of the hand. The flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way. In a breath, it had occupied most of the body.

A red light burst out from his body, and the spirituality bestowed by the Mother Tree of Desire was instantly burned up.

The spell that was originally intended to be used at the most critical moment completed its mission ahead of time and blocked the fatal blow. The rust peeled off, and Belia's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared dozens of meters away. The black blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth and the blue veins on his forehead showed that the damage he had suffered was not limited to this.

All his plans were disrupted. He turned his head to look in the direction of the altar and saw a scene that made his heart stop:
All the tribesmen who were busy on the altar stopped what they did at the same time, turned around, looked at Him with the same smile, then took out monocles of different styles and put them on their right eyes.

The altar has been controlled, so it is impossible to offer enough sacrifices to the "Demon King" and the mother tree... But there is still a chance. You can still recite the mother tree's honorable name. You can be a little panicked and nervous, but you must never have any thoughts of escape or fear!

Absolutely not!

A dangerous aura was blowing in his face, and the flesh and blood animals and members of the Belia family with too low a sequence exploded one after another. The raging tide of the sea of ​​blood collapsed the buildings around him. Under the dusk sky, the gigantic demon looked down at Him, with murderous intent and joy in his eyes.

The huge bat wings burning with hellish flames covered the sky, and all the cells in his body were activated, fully exerting all his strength. Muscles bulged from the bone joints, glowing with the luster of long-forged rocks, bulging blood vessels emerged under the skin, and the huge and powerful heartbeat made all the creatures around him feel blood out of control.

The demon spread its wings and roared to the sky, showing a ferocious and angry look, and then suddenly rushed towards Grela Belia who also had a fierce look in his eyes.

In an instant, two huge demons roared and wrestled with each other. An area of ​​several hundred meters in radius turned into a filthy and desperate death place, which was still expanding outward.

……

Amon whistled and sat on a beam at the top of the altar, swinging his legs leisurely.

A complete battle of mythical creatures was not something that Amon, at his level, could watch. However, he had no intention of watching it, because he was determined about the outcome of this seemingly close and uncertain battle. What else could it be? Everyone felt that they had received the script, including the two Belials, the Belial Patriarch, and probably the gods. However, only Amon knew that he and the Outer Gods were in the audience watching their performance from beginning to end.

But victory alone is not enough, what he needs to do now is to make this victory as reasonable as possible.

The parasitized Belias began to take action one after another, but the numb beasts still had no reaction. They were born for this, and the concept of escape was not in their minds. They couldn't even speak clearly. Even Amon felt that it was most appropriate for the Belias to call them "beasts".

The symbols belonging to the devil and the mother tree of desire were erased and scraped off by the Amons, and an open palm and an inverted cross in the center were carved instead.

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The devil's filthy words and curses filled the air, while crazy laughter and strange roars intertwined together, like two extremely discordant melodies, one high and one low. If another angel fell into this battle, it would not take long for him to be contaminated by the filth and the breath of the abyss.

Mountains collapsed one after another, plains turned into rifts and cliffs, crushing all the farms along the way. Blue flames and lava burned the sky and earth at dusk with a flaming color, and the collision of scales and claws made a sonic boom-like sound that was enough to shatter eardrums.

When they roared, the clouds in the sky were shattered; when they fought without restraint, the flow of the earth's veins and the magma underground was changed.

As they moved so brutally that they almost devoured each other's bodies, artificial volcanoes of all sizes rose from the ground. Lava, thick smoke and volcanic ash buried all the animals and plants that did not have time to escape under the gray.

All kinds of desires and emotions dyed the earth black, and the torn tissues and pieces of flesh were thrown randomly on the ground, giving rise to countless hideous and terrifying tiny mutant creatures. They followed their instincts to chase the demons in the melee, but were shredded into bloody pieces of flesh by the aftermath before they could get close.

The fight that lasted for several minutes ended with both sides suffering losses.

"Bastard!"

A furious voice rumbled out from the head with ferocious bone spurs, which looked like it was covered with a rock mask:
"You shouldn't have tried to fight me..."

"You shouldn't disobey the great mother tree and the dark side of the universe!"

"You will definitely pay the price for your arrogance!!"

The demon opposite him seemed to laugh twice, and its shattered wings were repairing themselves. Its two arms swept across the earth, pulling out a flaming lava sword from the shaking ground.

“Are you complimenting me?”

Grela Belia was extremely angry. He rushed forward and started fighting again, while chanting filthy words:
"The great mother tree of desire, the father of demons, the god of lost heart, the eternal howler!"

"Your devout believers pray for your favor! Your loyal servants pray for your gaze!"

"It is my incompetence that I cannot purge the rebellion for you. Please accept my flesh and blood and kill those who disrespect you and blaspheme against God!!!"

Hearing this, Edward, who had been in a good mood, finally became a little serious. If he dedicated his flesh and blood to the Mother Tree of Desire and was polluted by the spirituality of his god, then this desperate behavior would result in him getting nothing, let alone completing the ceremony.

It seems like something really needs to be done.

Everything around him changed instantly. It was not yet time for the sun to set, but a red moon suddenly appeared in the sky against common sense. Under the crimson moonlight, the barren land around him suddenly came to life. Plants like tentacles and flowers and plants like eyes, organs and bodies of living things grew rapidly. Some of them rushed towards Grela Belia, wanting to receive his flesh and blood as agreed, and some of them rushed towards him!

"The Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the veil of shadows!"

The flames and lava burned them to ashes, but they were reborn so quickly that they barely outpaced the speed of the flames.

"The fallen nature of all living beings!"

Edward burned all the flowers closest to him, looked at the setting sun, looked in the direction of the God-Forsaken Land, and whispered:

"I found the location of Medici, and He is still alive."

"Allies, now is the time for you to fulfill your promise!"

A majestic gaze was cast, crazy roars and whispers rushed into the mind, and the breath of corruption descended upon this land across thousands of miles.

On the altar set up by the Belia family, all life melted away in an instant. Their flesh and blood were woven into a long carpet, turning into an endlessly surging sea of ​​blood, roaring and devouring everything in its path!
The sea of ​​blood rushed into the demon's battlefield, covering all the twisted plants, devouring, digesting, assimilating, and the cycle continued, burying them under flesh and blood. The plants below tried unwillingly to continue growing, but their ability to descend was limited, and they fell into a stalemate for a while.

In just two seconds, the disadvantage was reversed again.

Grela Beria looked at Edward Vaughn who was slowly approaching, and for the first time in a long time, he could not control himself——

——Felt despair and fear.

TBC
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*Lao Ai was busy confronting Belia, not to mention that the last time he took action in Tingen, he had attracted the attention of the goddess, causing the ritual to fail.

*I guess some readers will say that I am fragmented. In fact, I have already controlled the plot and the focus here. You should feel relieved when you read to the end because you already know what the ending will be.

Regarding Leonard's fate, the last chapter seems to have caused a lot of discussion. My answer is: whether it is a Be or a He, Leonard will not die, but the friends who have been told a little bit about Leonard's Be plot by me have said that "it is better for him to die than to live like this."

It was first released on the 1st of this month. On the last day of this month, Lao Ai was promoted to Sequence 1. I looked back at the word count for the month.

Stay tuned.

I think this new cover is pretty nice!
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