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

Chapter 147 Everything You and I Do Is a Variable
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Could it be that He is teaching me a lesson because of my letter of denunciation?

This absurd thought actually came into Klein's mind when he closed his eyes and was protected by Azik.

"No, no, Klein, of course not."

The devil's words rang directly in his mind, teasing and leisurely: "But your thoughts let me know something interesting. It turns out that you reported me."

...Fuck... Klein began to endlessly cycle the first few sequences of potions from the Fortune Teller’s Path in his mind.

Azik was stunned when he heard the other party address him as "Archon of Death". He stood there motionlessly, his eyes gradually revealing an indifference that was enough to freeze a person's soul. The pale flames became even colder. Klein, who was standing behind him and didn't dare to open his eyes, felt his hair stand on end and couldn't help but gasp.

Suddenly, Azik pinched his arm hard, and then he pulled himself out of the divinity that looked down on everything. Many fragmented images suddenly appeared in his mind, and the overly messy memories needed time to be sorted out. This made him involuntarily lower his voice:

"Step aside."

The demon laughed, looking amused by Azik's words, and now he was in a very good mood.

He stretched out his arms on both sides of the spiritual world passage and exerted force outwards, tearing this colorful world apart. Behind the rapidly expanding crack was a dark abyss. Azik was suddenly startled, and at this moment he deeply realized the difference in power between the two sides.

Under tremendous pressure, he actually used the power that should have penetrated deep into his bones, but now he was acting completely on instinct.

Azik Eggers raised his head and opened his mouth. His fangs were sharp, and his head and face showed the characteristics of both a snake and a human.

His usually gentle black eyes were suddenly burned into a deadly pale by the flames. He made movements like a snake hunting or intimidating, and a golden object appeared faintly on his forehead. In the instant before the passage was torn apart, Azik Eggers let out a low hiss from his throat with unprecedented brutality and anger, veins bulged in the corners of his eyes, and the golden forehead ornament shone brightly. Countless life forms in the spirit world responded to the call of the dead, coming from all directions, blocking the cracks without caring about their own lives, and turned into pure spirituality to be swallowed up by the disappearance!

The successive spirits bought Azik less than a second, and Klein's spirit naturally sketched out a picture—thick white wings wrapped around himself and took him down into a place with a deep river and vines covered with baby faces growing on the ground.

There were skeletons lying on the ground, and a huge shadow in the distance looked like a head.

As soon as he entered this world, Klein immediately thought of the Arctic documentary he watched in his previous life, because now he seemed to have fallen into an icy sea, and every inch of his bones and spirit was washed by the cold air. Fortunately, the gray mist still permeated the surroundings, slowing down the speed of erosion.

For someone who was once the closest to the God of the Dead, returning here is like going home. Azik didn't let him open his eyes, so Klein didn't dare to open his eyes. He "saw" the wings of feathers covered with yellow oil stains protecting his back and head, which gave him a great sense of security. He felt that the hand holding his arm was cold and hard. With the faceless man's precise perception of skin and flesh, he felt that there seemed to be something sharp and hard in Mr. Azik's palm, which scratched his sleeve and left a bloody mark on his skin.

It looked like scales... Klein didn't dare to think about it.

Azik's pace was very fast, but his mood did not improve at all.

The world beyond the gate of the underworld is a zone exclusively for Beyonders of the "Death God" path. Other paths cannot be observed and cannot be entered rashly, but that does not mean they cannot be tracked. Azik changed directions several times in the underworld and moved more than 20 kilometers in the real world, but he still felt that the vague sense of crisis in him had not disappeared!

There is a good chance that the demon will be able to track him down!
"Klein."

Azik suddenly spoke, startling the nervous Klein.

As soon as he said this, Azik himself was also surprised. His tone was extremely cold, like a cold and gloomy snake hissing in the darkness, which was very similar to the end of every memory he had!
He forced himself to suppress his confused thoughts and disorganized memory fragments, and tried to recall his son named Ramd, his daughter with smooth hair and a flower crown, his wife who accompanied him in his last life, and his ordinary parents who he had in an unknown life... These "human" memories touched his emotions and feelings. The smiles of his son and daughter moved his heart, which was gradually covered with ice.

In the corner of his vision, he saw himself, wearing a gorgeous and heavy holy robe and with an expressionless face like a statue, taking a step back into the shadows, but Azik still felt that He was still there, watching him quietly.

Azik once again broke free from the shackles of his innate divinity, slowed down his tone, and asked in his usual soft but slightly impatient voice:
"Klein, who is the demon chasing you?"

"By the way, you can open your eyes now."

When Klein heard Azik's tone return to normal, his heart relaxed a few centimeters. If Mr. Azik had a problem again at this time, he would have no place to cry!
He opened his eyes and found that there were actually no wings covered with yellow oil, and Azik had not grown any extra parts that were not human. Only his top hat was missing, but his sleeves seemed to be really torn.

He put aside this thought and immediately told him all the information he knew. Azik listened carefully without stopping.

“Klein, He can’t be a Sequence Two…” Azik frowned slightly, “I can feel that He is stronger than me, and I am only relying on my authority to deal with Him.”

"If I return to the material world, I will not be His opponent. And if we start fighting, it will be difficult for you to survive."

This... Mr. Azik is Sequence 0, and if Edward Vaughn is stronger than him, then Edward Vaughn is Sequence ... Sequence ! When did he get promoted? I don't know what the demon's promotion ceremony is... No! Wait! Above Sequence is Sequence , where the true God is! And the demon path obviously has no true God. The most powerful demon king, Fabuti, only occupies the position of "Demon God" in the field of mysticism, and does not seem to be a complete god. So, is his goal...

Klein's expression became visibly ugly. At this moment, Azik suddenly stopped, turned in another direction, and walked towards a place in the distance filled with huge shadows of limbs.

"We can't go any further."

Azik told him seriously, "The place ahead is very dangerous. Even my father...would not easily set foot there."

Being warned of the danger by an angel father, Klein immediately said seriously, "I understand, Mr. Azik." But after turning around, Klein still listened carefully to the sound behind him, as if there was a faint sound of water.

After that, he tried to say one sentence: "...I'm sorry, Mr. Azik, if it weren't for me, you and "He" would actually..."

There is really no reason for hostility.

His guilty and sad look softened Azik's heart again. The university teacher smiled a little and comforted his student: "You are enough reason for me to be hostile to Him, Klein. There is no need to feel guilty for provoking the devil."

Klein's heart was shocked. He blinked hard and wanted to say something, but suddenly his vision went dark and his feet slipped.

Azik quickly reached out to support him, and the relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared.

“Thank you, huh, thank you, Mr. Azik…” Klein regained his balance, his face turning pale, “I feel a little dizzy.”

"You can't stay in the underworld any longer. I can see that something is protecting you, but your body and mind are still fragile. If you stay any longer, you will become a wandering dead person here."

He frowned again, revealing a somewhat anxious expression: "But He hasn't left yet. I can feel that He is waiting for me outside."

"Do you have any other strong people you can trust? For example, the one who is protecting you."

The one who protected me? Klein was confused for a moment before he realized what Azik was talking about. He immediately had the urge to cover his face. If he were to praise the Fool in front of such an angel and his predecessor, would he be so embarrassed that he would not be able to control the Faceless Man's abilities and would break out in embarrassment...

"I have received your letter before. You asked how to complete the sacrificial ritual and also asked about many unconventional mystical knowledge. Although it seems that your soul and life have not been taken away by the evil existence, I still do not recommend you to communicate with the hidden existence."

"I didn't expect that now, I would actually feel lucky because you still have a chance to survive."

Huh? Klein didn't understand what he was saying for a moment.

Azik's eyes were filled with deep worry. "Now that things have come to this, you may have no choice but to ask for help from that being. At least while I hold the demon back, that being can help you leave smoothly."

After saying this, he looked at Klein expectantly, as if asking: Pray? Why aren't you praying yet?
...Klein's smile was about to fade. His mental preparation and the lines he had just composed to praise the Fool were all shattered by Azik's words. He suddenly felt regretful, very regretful. He regretted why he had pretended to be a god, but in the end he had only shot himself in the foot!

Mr. Fool hesitated for a while, feeling guilty, which made Azik extremely confused.

"Are you worried that the hidden being will bring disaster upon you?" He patted Klein's shoulder considerately and encouraged him, "Don't worry, I'm right here. If "He" attacks you, I can help you block it."

That’s not the question, Mr. Azik…!
Klein cried out silently in his heart. He finally couldn't hold it anymore. He managed to stay calm and summarized the cause and effect of all this in the simplest words possible:
"There is no secret, Mr. Azik. I did not join a cult... I accidentally obtained... a special magical item, and then I coincidentally established a connection with certain people through some means, so that they regarded me as a god. I took advantage of the situation and established a gathering..." Klein felt his face burning more and more as he spoke, but he deliberately described the gray fog as a magical item to prevent Azik and Edward Vaughn from realizing something like he did. "As for the mystical knowledge, it is, uh, what I need to play the role of a god..."

Azik was stunned.

Klein felt so guilty that he felt like the student in high school who didn't do his homework but lied that he didn't bring it and was caught on the spot. He bravely glanced at Azik and felt that he could see a sentence in the other's complicated and dull eyes:

"Good boy, I thought you believed in the evil god, but I didn't expect you to become the evil god!"

Mr. Fool was sweating profusely, and his toes were about to dig out another mysterious gray foggy space in this underworld.

Azik looked at his embarrassed and guilty expression, but suddenly burst out laughing: "This is better than I thought, Klein. After all, a hidden being is no less dangerous than a demon."

After that, he turned his head, closed his eyes and recalled: "I know what kind of party you are talking about. However, this extraordinary item you obtained may also be dangerous. If you still want to continue your party, you must work hard to improve the sequence."

This sentence and Azik's expression caught Klein's attention. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his nonsense actually corresponded to something. Could it be that the "coincidence" he just said casually came true? But in this case, I couldn't ask. I don't know what the magical item with the above effect and the corresponding party in Mr. Azik's memory look like...

The problem of the Divine Fool has been solved, and the problem has returned to the original difficulty.

"Besides this, don't you know any other strong people?"

“No more.” Klein shook his head. Apart from you, Mr. Azik, the strongest person I know is probably Miss Sharon.

"I remember that you are a believer of the Goddess of Night." Azik recalled, "The existence of the demon must be very important. It may attract the attention of the church. You can try to pray to the gods, report his name, and pray for the attention of the gods and the strong men of the church."

What level of power is needed to expel a Sequence 1 demon... Speaking of which, Edward Vaughn had already been forced out of Backlund because of my report, so why did he suddenly come back now? Or did he not leave at all?
"What about you, Mr. Azik?" Klein hesitated. As an angel outside the church, Azik must be a huge hidden danger to the church. If he really attracted the strong men of the church, he would most likely implicate them.

And he clearly remembered the information that Old Kohler had given him, that someone in the East District was looking for Azik Eggers, and that a conflict had occurred in recent days.

Azik shook his head:
"Just make sure you're safe."

"Even if I attract strong men from the church, I won't necessarily lose to them, and I still have many ways to escape."

Klein thought for a second and nodded in agreement.

"Give me your whistle."

The Archon of Death took the whistle, his expression suddenly became solemn and majestic. He placed the whistle in his palm and slowly announced:

"Increase the usage privileges of Klein Moretti."

"I allow Klein Moretti to summon a demigod-level pale general, effective immediately!"

The copper whistle suddenly ignited with black flames, which spread outward like ripples. Azik motioned Klein to reach out and take it. The moment he took it, the black flames burned his palms, and the piercing cold rushed into his mind. Klein seemed to hear the roars of countless undead and the sound of skeletons colliding and rubbing. It seemed that what he held in his hand was no longer a harmless summoning copper whistle. Some of its seals had been broken, revealing more fangs and power. Klein felt that he was holding the banner that commanded the army of the dead!
A demigod-level... bone messenger? Klein boldly imagined it.

Azik looked at him, then at the copper whistle in Klein's hand. Klein immediately understood what the other party meant and the next plan.

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One step, two steps, Edward measured Azik's retreat route with his own pace.

He led Klein from the spirit world into the underworld, the incomplete but wide enough underworld constructed by the authority of the God of Death. They turned right and left, making a big circle, from the central area of ​​Backlund all the way to the outskirts of the city, where there were large tracts of woods and wasteland.

As for how to sense Azik's location, it's very simple: danger perception.

Sequence Two can naturally cause some danger to himself, so when they first met in the spirit world channel, Edward used words and actions to provoke Azik's hostility and successfully planted the seeds of emotion. Before detonating, the seeds of emotion will stay quietly deep in the other party's heart, quietly mobilizing hostility, and of course the demon can use this hostility to find the target more easily.

"Stopped?" Edward also stopped and looked around at the empty space.

He was not sure how much protection Sefirah Castle could provide to Klein's soul. In addition, he also had to go to the East District, so he hoped that the Archon of Death would act quickly.

"The Archon of Death, Azik Eggers... I remember there was no image of the Path of Death on Sefirah Castle... Why didn't Klein pull Him in? Is there some restriction?"

After a pause of a minute or two, the target began to move again, and Edward slowly followed.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet suddenly turned into a dark door, but he did not fall down, but stood firmly in the air. The illusory door opened with a bang, and countless pale arms and strange vines rushed out like a tsunami, instantly swallowing up Edward's figure.

At the same time, a door opened again behind a large tree hundreds of meters away, and Azik and Klein walked out of the door quickly.

The vines made a sharp cry like a baby, and their slender arms tightly entangled with each other, trapping the person inside.

The next second, the pitch-black giant claws cut through the vines and arms with irresistible sharpness. His palm opened, and an eye opened in his palm, capturing the location of Klein and Azik in the blink of an eye.

Klein suddenly met that eye and froze.

Azik's body immediately shook, and the aura around him immediately became cold. Countless deaths and rebirths connected into an illusory river spreading around him. There were countless "Aziks" wandering endlessly on it. One of the "Aziks" was quietly swallowed by the rust and turned into ashes. Then the rust spread to the second, third... After dying five times in a row, the real Azik completely helped Klein offset the attack. He froze for a moment, then flashed with Klein again to a distance of a hundred meters away.

The Archon of Death clenched his fists, and four doors to the underworld suddenly opened in a cross shape under Edward's feet. Countless dead people and vines rushed out from the doors and immediately wrapped around the giant claw.

The ground within a radius of one hundred meters quickly became barren and dry, and the dry trees withered away in the blink of an eye. The overly strong smell of death made the living demons feel difficult to deal with. Azik successfully restricted Edward's movements temporarily.

Klein seized the moment, brought the copper whistle to his lips and blew hard. A pale flame ignited in front of them, and a rather special skeleton spirit walked out. He had a human upper body, a snake tail, and even broken white wings.

The spirit was wearing ragged robes, with gold rings on his wrists and tail bones. He had long, straight black hair, which was against common sense, with burning black flames at the ends, and a hideous skull face under his long hair.

He first bowed to Azik, then nodded to Klein. The snake bones slid on the ground, immediately rolled up Klein, and took him into the colorful spiritual world again, and began to roam at an extremely fast speed.

After seeing Klein off, Azik finally felt relieved. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a series of explosions behind him.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he suddenly felt extremely dangerous, so he quickly turned to the side and dodged the punch aimed at the back of his head!
The explosion was a cover-up. Edward had already broken free from his shackles and approached him silently, wanting to use the time difference to attack!
Veins bulged around Azik's eyes, and his pupils once again turned pale vertical pupils, with an illusion of an astonishingly large feathered serpent appearing behind him.

After Edward missed the target, he immediately turned around to lock onto Azik's position. Seeing this, his bones crackled and his clothes tore apart. He suddenly spread his wings to block the powerful sweep of the feathered serpent's tail. The collision made a loud noise that no metal could imitate, and a huge air wave erupted, rustling the few trees around.

Edward was whipped so hard that he slid back a few centimeters, leaving obvious marks on the ground.

Azik was shocked and took a half step back. He opened his mouth again, and his fangs flashed a cold light.

Spirit creatures and gates to the underworld reappeared one after another, preventing Edward from bypassing him and entering the spirit world to hunt down Klein.

The demon clicked its tongue in displeasure, and immediately spread the filthy spirituality. Any spiritual creatures that came into contact with the spirituality were contaminated in less than a second. The army of spirits summoned by Azik instantly turned against them, and twisted into a mess with the arm vines in the gate to the underworld.

Azik, who had just recovered some of his memories, was still unable to use his power accurately and judge the situation correctly. Seeing that all his helpers had become the opponent's followers, he made up his mind and prepared to display the complete form of a mythical creature to fight the enemy.

But Edward did not intend to give him this opportunity. Everyone knew that it was better to kill him while he was ill.

He immediately uttered the filthy words with majesty:

"Imprisonment"!
Azik's status as an angel meant that this move did not have much effect. His body was twisted and distorted, and pale feathers stained with yellow oil appeared on the surface of his skin. At this moment, his body suddenly shook violently, the whites of his eyes were instantly filled with red blood, his skin exploded inch by inch, and a muffled sound came from his heart!
Blood controls! Desire explodes!
Blood flowed from his eyes and ears, and the area where his brain was located was naturally filled with blood.

The critical moment of transformation was interrupted. Azik instantly saw a mocking smile on the face of the cold self in the shadows. However, as a natural mythical creature, his appearance began to slide directly into the direction of inhumanity. His fingers frantically scratched his painful head, and his feathers and arms were covered with blood. He kept roaring and twisting his body, and the feathered snake part of his body became more and more, and the human part became less and less.

Edward took out his pocket watch and looked at it. Two minutes.

He approached Azik, who was defeated quickly and unjustly. He didn't understand why this guy dared to stay alone to cover the retreat when his state was unstable and his strength was not complete. Didn't he have an accurate judgment of the power gap between the two sides? Perhaps there was something wrong with the education of the God of Death.

But just as He was about to give Azik the final blow, Azik suddenly raised his head with a stern and ferocious expression. His spirituality went into chaos, and the shadow of a bird-shaped golden forehead ornament appeared on his forehead, as if he was going to die together with Him.

Seeing the golden forehead ornament, Edward widened his eyes slightly and slowly retracted his outstretched hand.

He looked at Azik, reconfirmed his identity from the intelligence database in his mind, and began to search for where he had seen the name "Azik Eggers" and heard about this person's deeds in the past thousand years, and then his eyes became full of pity.

The God of Death is uniquely located in the southern continent... but His resurrection plan... He has established a good relationship with the followers of the night... He sneered in his heart without any smile.

Azik was prepared for any attack and was ready to fight to the death, but he didn't expect the demon's hideous bone spurs to gradually retract, the wings disappeared, revealing bare elbows, and the metal texture faded from the surface of his body.

"Hello, Archon of Death." The demon's tone was as if he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time. "Perhaps you would prefer that I call you Mr. Azik Eggers?"

"You don't look good right now, and I don't intend to compete with you. Are you interested in chatting with me for a while?"

"..." Azik maintained his fighting stance, extremely alert, and did not answer.

"I have some personal vendetta against Klein Moretti."

Edward didn't care whether Azik answered or not, and continued to say what he wanted to say: "Of course, as a fellow countryman, I am willing to give him a break. With your mediation, there may be a chance to resolve the grievances between us."

Azik was startled by one of the words. He felt that this was a bait deliberately placed by the devil, but it was impossible for him to have no feelings about this word: "Fellow countryman? I don't remember there is such a person as you in Tingen."

As he thought, he saw Edward smiling in an exceptionally gentle and friendly manner, and he knew clearly that he had stepped into a trap.

"It seems that Klein never told you that he pretended to be a great being?"

"..."

"Well, it seems you already know about this."

"What exactly do you want to express?"

Edward patiently said, "I wonder if you have heard of 'Source Castle'... It doesn't matter if you haven't, you should know what 'Source Essence' is. I guess he should have told you that he pretended to be a great being, he used the Source Essence to form a party, and naturally deceived many newcomers in the extraordinary world in the name of the god 'Fool'."

Source... Azik suddenly recalled something, the Pale Scourge, the God of Death, his father, the River of Eternal Darkness... He didn't want to doubt Klein, but he couldn't imagine that something like the river that could swallow up even the "God of Death" could be controlled by a young man he watched enter an extraordinary world.

unless……

Unless that was no longer Klein, but the great being that Klein said he "played" at the party...

No, it was the devil who led me to think in that direction. I should have trusted Klein more!
Azik was struck by lightning. The more he told himself to trust his students, the more he dared not believe the implication of this information. Finally, he chose to warn himself in his heart: Don't believe anything the devil says!

"Perhaps you have realized something, Mr. Azik."

Edward's true intentions were exposed. Azik felt that he was more like a poisonous snake, luring people into a trap before showing his fangs belatedly: "Perhaps, you would like to listen to my story?"

"A story about 'Klein Moretti', 'Zhou Mingrui', and perhaps a certain god was involved in the plot."

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Ince Zangwill wiped the blood off his face, tidied himself up, turned around, and saw that 0-08 had actually stood up on its own, ready to start writing.

He immediately rushed to the notebook to stop 0-08 from letting himself go, and soon found that 0-08 did not seem to be in a state of making up stories based on his own negative effects. Instead, it was as if an invisible person held the pen and wrote a few words steadily:
"Klein Moretti was taken away by a demigod-level spirit of the God of Death and began to wander the spirit world."

"But the demigod had just been released after being unsealed, and his power was not stable. Therefore, after wandering a sufficient distance, this demigod-level spirit needed a short rest. They were gathered together and appeared in the room where Ince Zangwill and his friends were."

Klein Moretti? This person was the one I wrote to kill in Tingen but he repeatedly escaped danger... Ince Zangwill frowned. As for who wrote these words that were obviously helping him and even gave him information, he already knew the answer.

A few seconds later, the space twisted, and Ince Zangwill saw that the colors somewhere outside the room suddenly became brighter. He immediately pushed the door open, and the person who appeared before him was the person he had been thinking about killing day and night - Sherlock Moriarty!

TBC
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A huge chapter of 8,000 words, a super powerful two-in-one.

By the way, the reviews of this article are split. Some people think it is licking Klein, while others think it is the dark flow. I really want to bring these two groups of people together to neutralize them.

I almost understand. Among the negative reviews, there are some who are bootlickers and some who are dark. Those who want to see the Outer Gods kill a lot but always like to slack off are considered bootlickers (if treating someone to a meal is called bootlicking, I suspect he has no friends). Those who want to see something nice done to Klein but later find out that Klein is dead are considered dark.

I guess some people want to see demon angels/outer gods killing people on Earth, and there are also many people who like to kill people for divination and occasionally find homeless people to eat, but those who want to see demons slaughtering every day are just eating dry food for the Orthodox Church. If the social order is so good and the gods are so lenient to the demons, how could He stumble and stumble until now to be promoted? And, does anyone really think that I will write about Richard starting a red revolution? It's impossible to see it from the plot.

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