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

Chapter 115 You know me
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Soran thought for a while and wondered, "Why does it feel like this real creator isn't that crazy?"

Einhorn agreed: "It certainly looks that way."

"It seems that the True Creator has found a way to stay sane, and the gods seem to be unaware of it."

Soran smacked his lips and said, "But it doesn't seem to be very strong either."

Einhorn replied: “That’s right.”

"It seems that he only has the strength of a mid-level, and his status is unstable, wavering between a true god and an ordinary person."

"There is at least one saint here. We probably can't escape."

"This should be the base of the Aurora Society, but it's actually a holiday estate for aristocrats? The architectural style is really... Such a bold choice of location, it seems that they think the most dangerous place is the safest."

"Then shall we run?"

Just as Einhorn was about to speak, Medici slapped him on the left side of his face, covered Soran's mouth tightly, and cursed with an angry laugh: "You two bastards really have no sense!"

The high-ceilinged hall deep inside the mansion temporarily became the Aurora Society's chapel. A three- or four-meter-tall black statue and an inverted cross were placed against the wall, and a circle of radiating golden sunlight and a regular cross were carefully painted on the wall. It was not as inlaid with crystal gems as the original, but it was equally pious.

Now is the time for private prayer given by the Lord. The chapel is now empty except for Medici himself. The two annoying cohabitants are noisily breaking the sacred atmosphere, making it impossible for him to quietly immerse himself in the mystical communication with the great existence!
"How dare you keep talking in front of the Lord! You are indeed two women!"

Medici's right hand sprang up, grabbed the wrist of his left hand, and pulled his left hand away bit by bit. As soon as Soran got a little gap, he immediately cursed: "You have no other excuse besides this!"

"He kept bragging about how great and powerful he was, but he was still slaughtered by those bastards and has been locked up with us for nearly two thousand years!"

"Your master beckons you with his finger, and you run over, wagging your tail and barking!"

Medici scratched his ear nonchalantly, "So? So you're jealous that you weren't summoned by Trunsoest?"

"What and what?"

Einhorn spoke up at this time: "We joined Trunsoest's camp only because of the protection promised by the six gods. In fact, they are of no use at all. I have decided not to pray to the gods anymore."

"What? ...So you have decided so."

Soran had expected this, and was only stunned for a moment before regaining his composure. He muttered, "Intis, the Kingdom of the Sun... The descendants of my family should still remember me, and I want to go back. The Eternal Sun promised that even if the Six Gods couldn't protect us, they would have the power to protect our family, right?"

They had been running around these past few days, and they had not had enough time to rest to slowly digest the history of the nearly two thousand years since their death. The Red Ghost had a pile of chronicles as thick as bricks in the room, as well as historical documents collected by the Aurora Society, a simple world map, and half a year's worth of Backlund newspapers.

Soran naturally didn't know that his family had been overthrown by a man named Russell Gustav. All the strong men were killed or injured. The only thing left of the former royal family was the intelligence department, which was cooperating with the Secret Society.

There were few extraordinary items and characteristics left, and even the money was pitifully little. The highest title the entire Soran family had was only the pitiful title of Earl.

When Medici learned that after his death, Alistair Tudor was promoted to Red Priest, and soon died on the spot in the War of the Four Emperors, he was overjoyed. Seeing that three of the Four Emperors died at once in the War of the Four Emperors, Alistair had gone crazy a long time ago. It would have been fine if Solomon's fate had fallen, but he didn't expect that the Six Gods couldn't even protect their own puppets, and it was the God of Death who took the greatest benefit... He laughed so hard that tears came out.

——The "Night Emperor" Trunsoest, who had the support of the Six Gods, did not survive! I really don't know what the Six Gods are doing! Or, because Solomon, who was the biggest threat, died, and Alistair, who needed to be checked, also died, so Trunsoest had no need to exist... Hehe, it seems that the madman Tudor must have seen that the Six Gods would only fight among themselves and hold each other back, so he didn't fight for the opportunity to be their pet dogs.

You have no way of resisting the six gods and can only pray that they will fulfill their promises. Even if they write you a blank check, you must accept it with tears of gratitude!
Now it seems reasonable that the enemy had infiltrated the capital, killed two conquerors right under the nose of the Night Emperor, and was promoted to the Red Priest.

But Salinger was really useless. He had obtained the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics of the Red Priest, but he didn't do anything remarkable. He just went crazy and died, and he didn't even pull down one or two gods. The "Pale Disaster" that wiped out life was simply not aesthetically pleasing. Only witches would take the opportunity to digest the potion.

Medici then sneered: "False gods cannot be trusted."

"Those illusory blessings, attentions, and protections...are nothing more than that. I have never believed in the mercy of the gods. In this respect, they are probably no more than a child who can now distinguish between good and evil but is still eager to tear off the wings of a butterfly."

"No, no, maybe children all have compassion, but they don't! Ha, isn't it just emphasizing what is lacking? I have never heard the Lord mention nonsense like mercy and salvation and write them into the scriptures, but the Lord has always used words and deeds to prove what salvation and light are!"

Medici was in high spirits these past two days, and one of every five sentences he spoke was related to the True Creator or the Ancient Sun God. Although they had heard enough of him when they were in prison and when they were mad, the fact that he kept talking about the True Creator in every five sentences still made Soran and Einhorn look at him sideways, as if they were returning to the First Empire of Solomon and witnessing the True Creator's fanatics.

"Medici, I don't know whether to say you are careless or blind. The power of a mythical creature gives you the confidence to not know death, but also makes you lack fear of death."

Einhorn said calmly, "I am glad to see that you are still as bold and outspoken as you were when you were alive."

The war angel scratched his ears and replied disdainfully: "Why are you suddenly spitting out ivory? Are you thinking of joining the Lord's army?"

"What a pity! You are far worse than me. My Lord does not accept trash!"

"Ah……"

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The True Creator had no idea that his loyal subordinate was fighting with his two other cohabitants. He was also confused by Medici's new look that challenged the limits of imagination, and realized that he currently had no means to separate them, and no one in the Aurora Society had that either.

Imagine three metal sheets that have been squeezed together by external forces for more than a thousand years. The molecules have penetrated each other and formed a new whole. How is it possible to separate them into three pieces again?

Moreover, the Red Evil Spirit was formed by the spiritual imprint of the three conquerors mixed together, which means that the remaining of the three people added together is only about the level of this demigod. This is very dangerous. Once separated, not only will the strength be reduced inevitably, it may even collapse immediately.

Such precise operations require at least the level of the Angel King or even a true God. In any case, it is absolutely impossible to do it in a short period of time.

Therefore, the true creator comforted Medici. Fortunately, Medici also showed understanding and was not disappointed, but full of expectations.

Thinking back to the present, the real Creator put one arm on the armrest of the chair, crossed his legs, and asked seriously but not completely seriously:

"Backlund's church is under martial law, and you're coming out now?"

Edward sat by the window, lowering his head slightly, admiring the scenery in the garden below. He could also hear curses and laughter coming from the small temple a few dozen meters away. They were all friendly exchanges between worthless hunters and their dissatisfaction with the six gods. The Red Evil Spirit would soon discover that there were seven gods in the world today, and would definitely look down on the young steam.

"I came here quietly. This is my property after all. If the facilities are damaged, it will be my fault for not notifying you properly."

The True Creator curled his lips and asked again, "Then - what happened to Amon? Was he caught by you? This is the first time I see Medici and Amon getting along so normally. Medici even said that he is very pleasing to the eye."

Edward smiled nonchalantly: "I educated him a little bit. I let him know what to do and what not to do, and I also cultivated his interests and hobbies. With a goal, he won't mess around."

"Speaking of this, I must criticize your educational approach."

"No, you actually didn't educate him at all, did you?" "Amon is a natural mythical creature with his own style and logic. He is also the incarnation of this path. How can education change his mind?" The True Creator argued, "In the past, all I could do was to make him not hate people. Before the Fourth Epoch, Amon also had normal believers and doctrines, but not too many."

"So you don't know how to write the phrase 'teach students in accordance with their aptitude'?"

Edward's eyes changed, and he crossed his arms, looking at the True Creator with a look of disappointment: "You want mythical creatures to have human nature, which is just as absurd as asking humans to abandon their humanity. If you can't empathize with death and pain with a life with a limited lifespan, how can you understand the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of human nature? Your plan was wrong from the beginning, and of course it will not succeed."

“You shouldn’t think directly about how to make Him interested in humans, but how to make Him interested in human creation.”

"Let Amon become interested in man-made objects, and then in people...?"

The True Creator frowned, and then said stubbornly: "The productivity level in the Third Age was too low, even worse than that in the Middle Ages. Amon would not be interested in those crude and rotten things."

...But aren't you omniscient and omnipotent? How can you not even make a toy that would interest a baby mythical creature? Edward complained in his mind, but didn't say it out loud. He just perfunctorily responded with a few "Yeah, right, right."

"lets change a topic."

Seeing his early educational failure cases being revived in the hands of others, the Real Creator felt inexplicably unhappy, and even those memories that were so long ago that they had already been shattered were evoked by it.

Since discovering that his condition was unstable, using a diary to maintain his humanity and memory had become a necessity. The True Creator would occasionally recall the past and temporarily return to his homeland in the snow. Friends and neighbors whose names he could not remember called him back, and his parents, whose faces he had forgotten but who should have been smiling, advised him to stay.

He felt that his humanity seemed a little too abundant, and he even had room for sentimentality. But of course he couldn't stay, his home was not here - even according to some old doctrines and his own judgment, he was just a part of crazy and hysterical humanity. He was not the ancient sun god - nor was he the grand heaven that only existed in memory, belonging to the sun god, where there was no cold and darkness.

Children playing in the garden, accompanied by thunder, lightning, fire and the infusion of knowledge, They make the Kingdom of God always bustling, which is a good thing.

Amon, who prefers the title of God of Mischief to the Angel of Time, gathered together to play the old games brought by the Sun God. Adam, as always, watched and recorded everything as a bystander. His instinct was enough to play the role of the most perfect audience - of course, he would not be a spectator forever. No matter how good an audience is, there will come a day when he picks up the script and participates in arranging the drama of fate, although the Sun God does not look forward to that day.

But the real creator felt that all of this was also very vague, comparable to the memories from the old era.

There is only one place that belongs to Him, and that is the land filled with despair and depravity that He saw when He opened His eyes.

A paradise flowing with honey and milk—the place where heaven is—the source of civilization where many countries and city-states coexist—a place abandoned by God—a cage.

Those people were innocent. After regaining his sanity, the True Creator firmly thought that he was the one who was guilty. He was the one who had to atone for his sins, because the disaster that caused 99% of the lives to die instantly at that betrayal feast was caused by him! What was even more tragic was that it was also his birthplace, the place where he became a god, the holy place of the kingdom of the great true god "The Hanged Man".

Therefore, they have nowhere to escape, and God is powerless. It is like putting a few ants in the palm of an epileptic patient's hand. Whether they will be crushed to death is not something the epileptic patient can control.

Because of His existence, His followers have all become crazy. In the Fourth Age, it was still a true church, but in the Fifth Age, it had completely degenerated into a cult. These crazy people who could not be tolerated by the secular world clung to each other for warmth, acted for the frenzy that He could not control, regarded the hatred and murderous intent as oracles, and lived devoutly for Him.

Therefore, the True Creator felt that he had to do something.

I am different from the divine incarnation, completely different. I am the human side who has inherited the name of the Creator. I stand with mankind and absolutely cannot tolerate: using a lofty reason to accept the blood and lives sacrificed by innocent people with peace of mind!
Therefore, the true Creator, who already had something on his mind, spoke calmly:
"You are now Sequence 1, the King of Angels."

"Have you ever considered renaming it?"

This question pulled Edward back from his wandering thoughts of “Should I use dirty words or fists first when I go to the Abyss to fight with Fabti?” He thought about it and said affirmatively, “Yes. I’m already re-editing it.”

"Considering my identity, the title should probably be related to 'fear'. The demon family also made similar suggestions."

The Abyss Angel sighed, "But neither the "Lord of Fear" nor the "God of Fear" sounds right. It feels a little off the path of the Devil. I would rather change the name to the Lord of the Abyss. Haha, if I do that, Fabuti will probably get upset soon."

"You are indeed seeking Sequence 0 of the Abyss Path. And after preparing for so long, you can't stop at Sequence 1."

The True Creator was not surprised: "What about the honorific name?"

Edward narrowed his eyes, and he tapped his thigh slowly with his fingers once, and again... He spoke:
"The King of Hell, the Lord of the Abyss, the creator of endless sin."

"Hell... You want to build your own kingdom of God and reshape the concept of the "abyss" because something strange happened in the abyss?"

Edward nodded slightly, then shook his head and laughed at himself. "This honorific name doesn't have a strong directivity. If the concept of 'those who do evil should go to hell' becomes widely known in the future, then the King of Hell might point to me, but the Lord of the Abyss can still easily point to Fabuti, and the scope of 'the creator of endless sins' is a little too large. So this honorific name is just pending, and I may not change it for the time being, because I still need to continue to do something to make my image more consistent with this honorific name - such as finding a way to snatch the uniqueness."

"I see. Then I have a question."

The True Creator silently recited his own name in his heart. He did not say so much just to chat. He had already prepared to establish contact with his original body far away in the God-forsaken Land. At the same time, he spoke calmly:
“Then, in your Sequence 2 Honored Name.”

"What exactly does that phrase 'the essence of withering' mean?"

Edward looked at Him, his expression did not change at all, a hint of doubt in his polite smile, waiting for what to come.

“Who exactly is this sentence directed at?”

"What the hell are you—"

The True Creator took a breath, and a sense of oppression at the level of a True God slowly emerged from his body. He asked word by word:
"——Which alien's favored one?"

TBC
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"What the hell are you—"

The Decayed King put down the newspaper and pinched up three curses.

"Which alien's favored one?"

Decline sat back and continued reading the newspaper.

*In the eyes of Zhenzao, heaven and old memories are equally distant, suggesting that His thinking is not biased towards the faraway, but is closer to an independent individual.

*There really are some weird book reviews on other websites hhhh I just like writing about food, I just like writing about it, not only do I have to write about it, I also have to write it in a way that makes it look good, fragrant and delicious. If I don’t like it, you will be sent to the hell of gazing at the stars!
About the "transaction" of old love.

The demon path will derive different unique abilities based on its own characteristics, such as Jason Belia's "Shadow", Belia's "Second Life", and the demon dog didn't have time to show it, but there is no doubt that it exists. And Lao Ai's ability is "Trade".

Its essence is similar to the basic skill "Bribery" of the Black Emperor Path. The difference is that the transaction of Lao Ai must be confirmed by both parties, while bribery can be completed unilaterally.

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