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

Chapter 142 Red Angel Encounter
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"Let him die here. He should die here and he is definitely willing to die here."

Medici smiled maliciously and said, "The temple where the ancestors ascended is the tomb where the last descendant of this bloodline is buried. How perfect is that?"

“It can be called a happy ending.” Soran said with a sigh. “It’s a pity that he doesn’t look like Alistair enough, otherwise I would like to cut off his head and stick it on the iron spikes of the door frame, so that everyone who comes can see the madness of the Tudor bloodline.”

Medici took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and in a rare good mood, he joked with his two roommates:
"That's no fun, Soran!"

"None of these descendants are promising. They are useless as backup. How can they be qualified to be the Blood Emperor's replacement?"

Medici glanced at the dead Raft Pound again and touched his chin. "But it seems that digging out the eyes would be okay? Forget it. Without expression, there is no charm."

"It is quite remarkable to pursue glory even to the grave."

The third Tudor victim said: "After all, it is still the bloodline of that madman. Since I can't fulfill my long-cherished wish anyway, I might as well die in the fantasy of the past."

"Come to think of it, Medici, the scene in his dream shouldn't have been something he imagined, right?"

Medici flicked off the cigarette ash with his index finger and sat down on another empty high-backed chair. "How could it be possible? That was a beautiful dream I made up, but what he showed was what he wanted to see in his heart. When the Pound family changed its name, it was bound to lose part of its history. What's more, the Seven Gods care about these people very much. They knew that Alistair had no backup plan at the beginning, but they were still afraid that the madness in the blood of this family would create another Blood Emperor. Ha, Tudor really left a psychological trauma on these softies of the Seven Gods."

At this point, He thought of the Lord's former ally, the Black Emperor Solomon, and felt a little melancholy for a moment.

"Did you also imagine the ending of the destruction of War Red?"

Einhorn's sharp words always came at the right time. Medici took a puff of his cigarette and admitted it generously.

"I am stronger than you two losers. At the beginning, I was able to receive some prayers..." The Red Angel said nonchalantly, "When the Red of War was calling me and praying to me, I could still hear it. But later, there was no more, because soon, they all disappeared."

Medici didn't say much, and the other two conquerors also fell silent. As soldiers and generals, they all understood the pain of seeing their men being annihilated and unable to do anything. The lonely feeling of grief over the loss of the rabbit temporarily prevailed.

"Hey, hey, you guys aren't feeling sorry for me, are you? I suddenly feel a little sick."

Medici said: "The Lord has prepared subordinates for me. The entire Iron Cross is like my training ground. I want to reorganize the Red of War. Guess who will not have the opportunity to lead troops to fight again? It's you!"

After a round of powerful hunter-style greetings, the Red Angel came to the ground refreshed.

Suddenly, He turned around abruptly and stretched out His hand. A woman with light blonde hair wearing a black dress suddenly appeared in the air dozens of meters away. Sharon could not control herself and was forcibly grabbed out of her hiding state!
"'Ghost'?" Medici muttered to himself, and suddenly waved his hand. Suddenly, a series of flames lit up from far to near. They were matches hidden in the cracks of bricks and stones. A figure flashed in the flames, but could not move one meter away.

This... Klein and Sharon, who were easily suppressed, noticed the abnormality at the same time and responded accordingly. One of them pulled out his revolver and aimed at the red-haired figure who suddenly appeared, while the other filled the ruined chapel with crimson moonlight.

The Red Angel turned a deaf ear to the ants' resistance. Under the red moonlight, He smiled horribly:
"I remember you."

"The two little ghosts who came outside that house last time."

Sharon and Klein suddenly had an idea: "Are you the evil spirit in that room?!"

"Evil spirit? Hehe..."

The Red Angel laughed a few times, then turned to Klein and effortlessly recalled all the details: "I had previously judged that you were weak, so I wanted to pollute your mind, enter your dreams, and seduce you to save me. Who knew, haha, you also have a secret."

Don't be so direct... Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found that there was nothing wrong with her.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked tentatively.

The evil spirit looked at the two of them strangely:
"I feel like you guys don't understand the situation."

"You two greedy and cunning little devils. You even blew up the house I was in. I don't need you anymore. What are you still doing here?"

Sharon and Klein reacted at the same time as they finished speaking. Facing the evil spirit, Sharon let out a soul-shaking scream, choosing to attack the spirit rather than possess it. The crimson moonlight was bright, and Klein was no longer stingy. He immediately fired all the spiritual bullets he had on him in the direction of Medici without reservation, and emptied the magazine in an instant.

At the same time, air cannons, knife-sharp cards, and confusing magic all poured out. As a "fortune teller" who was not good at fighting, Klein had already used all his means of attack!

Of course, the purpose of all this was just to delay this mysterious evil spirit for a second or two, buy more time for Miss Sharon, and also give himself time to think about his escape plan. The matches he used for escape had been burned up by the other party at the beginning. Miss Sharon, who was Sequence 5 and carried a powerful extraordinary item, might still have a chance to escape, but he definitely didn't!
However, it turns out that all plans before absolute power are daydreams. The moment Sharon used the "Crimson Moon Corona", a flaming spear appeared in the hand of the red-haired evil spirit, and after being thrown out, it accurately pierced the center of the moon corona!

A crack suddenly appeared on the object, and Sharon almost lost her grip on it. The damaged crimson moon corona showed signs of being out of control. Sharon's state began to swing between illusion and reality. Her eyes were sometimes crazy and sometimes clear, as if she was about to enter a state of "indulgence"!
Once Sharon enters a state of irrationality, they will surely die!

The evil spirit's other hand was not idle either. He waved it casually in the air, and a dazzling flame appeared out of thin air, melting all the bullets and cards into molten iron, which dripped onto the ground.

Bullets with purification functions can't even touch the bodies of evil spirits.

All of the two's tricks were broken, and the evil spirits that escaped actually had the power to crush them!
Damn it, I didn’t inform Maric before coming... No, luckily he didn’t come, there was still a chance to collect the bodies of Miss Sharon and me... Oh no, this evil spirit seems to be very good at using fire, will I be cremated by him?
Klein's mind began to become confused. The next second, these thoughts turned into one idea: Am I going to die here after just being promoted to Sequence 6?
No! Absolutely not!
Is there any other way, is there any other way...

At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly raised his head and shouted to Sharon: "Please buy me ten seconds!"

It is very dangerous to go up into the gray fog during a battle, not to mention exposing one's body defenselessly to the evil spirits, but I can't care about that now!

Sharon, who was struggling hard against madness, was stunned. Then a determined expression appeared on her cold face. She didn't say anything, but her eyes said it all.

The loud conspiracy of the two little ants made Medici feel a little interested. The hunter was playing a cat-and-mouse game with the relatively powerful Miss Wrathful Spirit. The Wrathful Spirit's greatest reliance was the magical item in her hand. As long as it was destroyed, the Wrathful Spirit would have no choice but to wait for death.

The resentful spirit no longer had much strength to resist. One more blow would completely shatter the red moon in her hand, and she would inevitably lose control and go crazy. Medici casually summoned another flaming spear, and then he noticed that the fortune-teller who he had never taken seriously suddenly took four steps back, and then his spirit suddenly disappeared from his body.

"Huh?" There's a problem!

Medici narrowed his eyes and immediately threw a flaming spear at the little fortune teller! In a flash, the heat and flames were in front of the fortune teller, and he would be reduced to ashes in the next second. At this moment, Sharon gritted her teeth and threw the crimson moon crown with force!
when!
Click!

After a crisp collision, the sound of metal breaking followed. The metal wrapped around the full moon was already full of cracks, and it broke on the spot under this final blow. The red moon rolled to the ground and suddenly shone brightly.

At the same time, the flaming spear was also shattered by the crimson moon crown, turning into flames that dissipated in front of the fortune teller and turned into sparks all over the ground.

"what!"

The moon crown slipped out of her hand, and Sharon let out a shrill scream. She could no longer maintain the state of a wraith, and fell heavily to the ground. Her knees began to bend in the opposite direction, showing the joints of an animal's hind legs, and blood gradually crept into her eyes. At this moment, countless golden wings suddenly appeared in her vision and wrapped her up from behind.

The madness that she had endured so hard suddenly weakened a lot. The blue veins on Sharon's face gradually subsided. She gasped in pain. Although it was still strenuous, it was no longer fatal.

Medici whistled approvingly at the cooperation between the two little ghosts, and then turned his attention to the fortune teller whose spirit had returned to the body.

The fortune teller had a fearless look on his face. Medici looked left and right but couldn't see what had changed. At this time, the fortune teller picked up a copper whistle, put it to his lips, and blew it hard.

Crash! One by one, the bones rose from the ground, forming a huge skeleton five meters tall.

The skeleton first looked at Klein, then at Sharon, and then at Medici in the distance. The skeleton suddenly trembled.

Medici didn't care about the bone messenger's embarrassing performance. He stared at the copper whistle in Klein's hand with a relaxed expression, and said something from his throat:
"Is this your secret? Your trump card?"

"Son of the Salinger family?"

After saying this, He looked Klein up and down with a strange look in His eyes: "That guy actually cares so much about someone? You can't be Salinger's grandson, right? Is your last name Eggers?"

Salinger's son? Did he recognize Mr. Azik's whistle? Could Salinger be Mr. Azik's father?
Klein didn't dare to let his guard down. The skeleton of the Bone Messenger was still shaking slightly, but Klein didn't expect it to help him block the evil spirit. He just hoped it could serve as a deterrent, or quickly send a message to Mr. Azik to collect his body.

"So we are old acquaintances. Haha, for that guy's sake, I'll let you go for now."

The copper whistle that summoned the Pale Legion was used to protect this kid. Maybe the Archon of Death really cares about the kid's personal safety. It's better to lose the battle than the battle. There's no need for me and the Aurora to make enemies with Azik Eggers in this state. There's nothing shameful about a strategic retreat.

Medici sneered, lowered his arms, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered past the Skeleton Messenger, whose body shrank directly to the size of an ordinary person. He kicked the remnant of the crimson moon corona that was rolling on the ground and emitting red moonlight in front of Sharon.

"You're lucky."

Medici glanced at the fortune teller who was still tense and facing him at all times, and laughed twice. Flames suddenly rose from under his feet, and after the flames faded, there was no one here.

The evil spirit left without any delay.

But Klein didn't dare to take out the gold coin to divine. In the few brief times he had spent with this evil spirit, he had confirmed that it was cunning and vicious, and extremely powerful. He was afraid that the other party was just pretending to leave, waiting in the dark for him to reveal a flaw. After waiting for a few minutes without moving, a faint voice came from behind him: "He's gone."

Hearing this, the Bone Messenger and Klein were both relieved. Klein quickly let the Bone Messenger leave, and then he divined again to see if it was safe. After getting a positive result, he turned around and walked towards Sharon, who was kneeling on the side to recover her spirit.

Sharon said calmly, "Just stop there."

Klein smiled bitterly and stopped about three meters in front of Sharon.

Sharon picked up the Crimson Moon Crown and held it in her hand. She felt that her condition had improved slightly. She looked at Klein quietly and asked, "Did you release the golden angel?"

Klein shook his head: "No."

"I have established contact with a great being. Just now you were in danger and were about to go crazy. I asked the great being to help you."

After hearing the words "great existence," Sharon's eyes naturally turned to the copper whistle still in Klein's hand. Klein did not hide it and showed her the Balam Empire-style copper whistle.

"I see."

Sharon said, "We're even this time."

We're even this time? Phew, luckily we didn't break up... Miss Sharon probably meant that she saved me once, and I saved her once, so I won't pursue this matter any further, because if I do, I might still be held responsible... It seems that Mr. Azik, this "great being", made her think that I had someone to back me up, so she let me go...

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Okay."

Sharon nodded in response, and her body became illusory again. She floated into the air holding the crimson moon corona and the fragments.

But she did not leave. Instead, she floated towards the part that had just collapsed, and could already see the hollow ground of some underground buildings.

Klein remained three meters away and shrugged, "I didn't expect this building to be so big."

Then, Sharon stepped lightly on the ground, and the sand and rocks immediately collapsed, burying the corner of the underground building under the hole.

This place is now completely closed off, no one will come here again, and no one will discover the secrets below.

Thus, Raft Pound remained in the glory of his ancestors forever and ever.

However, the two people on the ground had no idea what was happening below. After doing all this, Sharon gradually disappeared into the night.

Klein looked around. Without any matches, he had no choice but to walk back a distance.

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The expedition team of the City of Silver carefully cleared away the colorful mushrooms growing outside the door and pushed open the underground door. Behind the door was an altar-like place. The surrounding area was dark and gloomy, and no one knew what was hidden.

Above the altar, there also stands a dark cross and an upside-down statue of the "Fallen Creator".

Derrick, who was holding an animal skin lantern, was the closest and instinctively took a quick look. His eyes suddenly froze because he found that the statue of the "Fallen Creator" here was different from that in the outside world.

Its eyes are open!
The blood-red eye whites and black pupils stared directly at the intruder in front of them as if they had life.

Derrick heard the sound of teeth colliding.

He originally thought that this came from one of the team members, but he soon realized that it was him who was trembling!
Although he didn't know enough about the harm of the evil god, his teeth were trembling instinctively at this moment.

Da da da.

His teammates had a similar reaction.

No one can remain calm under the gaze of the evil god. Even statues have the power to make people fear from the bottom of their hearts!

At this moment, a little powder floated up and Demon Hunter Colin clenched his fist.

Boom!

The sound of thunder echoed, and Derrick and the others suddenly woke up, getting rid of the previous nightmarish state.

Before they had time to look around, faint crying sounds were heard from behind the altar.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

"Woo, woo, woo..."

In the teeth-grinding silence, Demon Hunter Colin calmly ordered:
"Derrick, Joshua, go around and take a look."

Derrick felt a little cold as he held the animal skin lantern and the Hurricane Axe, and walked slowly around to the back of the altar with Joshua.

As the darkness was gradually dispersed by light, they saw a dark shadow curled up behind the altar.

Two steps forward, the shadow revealed its original appearance.

He was a child of seven or eight years old, with smooth yellow hair.

He closed his eyes, seeming a little uncomfortable with the light, and shouted excitedly:

"Save me, save me..."

Derrick's pupils shrank, thinking of the cry for help he heard in the pure darkness before, and he subconsciously raised the "Hurricane Axe".

At this time, Demon Hunter Colin, who had come to their side, stepped forward and asked solemnly:

"who are you?"

The child stopped asking for help and said as if reminiscing:
"My name is Jack..."

TBC
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A lot of things happened in the two days before the big smog, but it will definitely arrive before 150.

Medici: Hehe, hahahaha, you dare to call me evil spirit, let me teach you two a lesson for being disrespectful to the God of War! This, this, this whistle, it turned out to be the one favored by the Archon of Death, you are lucky, I won't kill you, you guys go away! (Leaves quickly)

(End of this chapter)