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

Chapter 148: The gods plot, the mortals suffer

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Red Rose Manor, inside the sun room.

The housekeeper was asked to leave. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Edsak exhaled slowly: "Triss Chick, huh, you prefer to be called Triss. I know you are a witch. The people who helped you buy extraordinary materials did not succeed. What you got were all provided by me!
"I don't mind if my princess is a 'witch' or a 'devil'. I've even seen your wanted poster!"

Triss was stunned for a moment, then smiled playfully:
“You know a lot…”

"Then are you aware that I was once a man and my real name is Tris."

"...What?" Edsak's eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

Upon seeing this, Triss burst out laughing, and she fell forward and backward with laughter, so violently that she looked like a madman: "Haha, you heard it right, I used to be a man! I used to be the same as you! But the 'witch' potion forced me to change my gender!"

"Is it disgusting? Do you already have goose bumps?"

She vented the words that had been pent up for a long time and took two steps forward.

Edessak instinctively stepped back, his throat moving up and down unconsciously.

"No, that's not it... You are a real woman... There is nothing wrong with you... I can absolutely confirm that!"

He first murmured to himself, then raised his voice and said, "From the moment I met you, you have been a real woman. I don't want to know what you were like in the past! I can pretend that nothing like that happened! What I like and love is the you of today!"

Triss was stunned for a moment, and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her laughter.

"You are such a pitiful creature."

"Don't you understand? Our meeting is not a coincidence, and you even like..."

She paused as if she was nauseated, and continued, "Even your falling in love with me was arranged by others. Don't you think everything happened too quickly? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such great magic. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate romance novel. Just because you met me once, you fell in love with me obsessively. You fell in love with a stranger like me and forgot the object of your love. This is crazy!"

Prince Edessak's eyes were fixed and his mouth was open, but no words came out.

His body suddenly shook, as if he had finally woken up from a long dream.

"You, you are indeed my type...but my reaction is really, really too exaggerated..."

Triss's lips curled up, and she tilted her head and sneered:
"Poor guy, even his love life is arranged by others, just like a puppet being pulled by strings."

"Don't you understand yet? You are an object that can be sacrificed, and I am both a hostage needed for the cooperation between the royal family and the witch sect, and a disguise necessary for deception."

"I am carrying important items from the Witch Cult under your close supervision. They could be destroyed at any time and the treasures could be lost. This is our sincerity in cooperation. Once the matter is exposed and known by the three major churches or other factions of the military, the development of the matter will be very simple. Prince Edessak is greedy for beauty and secretly raises witches. Knowing that he has committed a serious crime, he will shoot himself. Then, all the problems will be covered up."

"No!" Edessak blurted out.

Then, with a distorted expression, he asked, "What are they cooperating with the Witch Cult about?"

"How could a hostage who could be abandoned at any time know that?" Triss laughed at herself. "That's all the reason I want to escape."

She lowered her head and laughed softly, her body shaking slightly.

After a few seconds, she raised her head again, curled her lips and said:

"What do you want to do with me? Strip me naked and throw me on the bed? No, you probably already have a mental block. Actually, I don't mind giving you some warmth now. It's not shameful for two poor people to comfort each other."

Prince Edsak had a gloomy face and looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side:

"Just leave."

"Leave through that door."

Triss raised her eyebrows in astonishment: "You want to let me go?"

"Yeah." Edsak turned and looked out the window, and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. As for whether you can escape other pursuits, it depends on your own strength and luck."

Triss's eyes were confused for a few seconds, and she quickly ran towards the secret door.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back:
"What about you?"

Edsak did not turn his head, but continued to stare out the French window, as if he was looking for the shadow of the past.

He smiled and said:
"Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its final ending, whether it is good or bad."

Triss took a breath, and without stopping, entered the secret door.

……

Within an hour, Klein entered the spirit world for the second time.

The demigod, who had curled up his tail, flew forward silently. Feather-like spots of light fell from his broken wings as they fluttered. The tail of his hair, burning with black flames, floated beside Klein, without any burning breath.

Klein waited patiently for a while, and suddenly felt a dizziness and fatigue from the demigod. Before he could react, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and his body could not stop falling, and even began to spin.

The red, yellow, white, and black colors around him faded quickly, and Klein fell heavily to the solid ground. He felt dizzy and his internal organs churned.

The half-snake, half-human spirit landed beside him. Klein sensed what it meant: "Your condition is unstable. You will be able to move again in five minutes."

Your spiritual journey actually has a CD... Klein smiled bitterly and climbed up.

In his vision dotted with golden stars, everything he saw had returned to normal. On the left was a dark valley with no bottom in sight, which was like the devil's abyss in the legend. On the right was a gray stone wall that spread upwards, seemingly supporting the entire area.

There is no sun, no clouds, and no fog here. The little light comes from the luminous moss growing in different places. Darkness and depth are the main colors of this "world".

Klein pushed himself up with his left hand and jumped up swiftly. He found that there was a neat road paved with stone slabs under his feet. It could accommodate two carriages running side by side. It was definitely not formed naturally. One end of the road spiraled down and went deep into the dark cracks. The other end led to a higher place. Sometimes, you could see the domed corridors and halls inside the rock wall.

Klein raised his head, but he couldn't see the highest point. His vision was completely blocked by the gray stone wall.

Suddenly, he had a realization that he had "fallen" underground and was in the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Is it another area, or is it still near Backlund? As soon as Klein thought about it, he heard the sound of a buckle opening. In the distance, a door that was completely integrated with the wall opened, and a figure walked out.

The figure was wearing a pure black clergy robe, and his facial features were as deep and clear as those of a classical sculpture.

He had dark blond hair, deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and wore a soft hat that old men loved. His temples were a little gray, which didn't match his middle-aged appearance.

Their eyes met, and Klein's mind immediately popped up the person's name:
Ince Zangwill...!
Klein almost couldn't control his voice, and he gritted his teeth and pronounced the name in his heart.

The demigod spirit swam to his side with its snake tailbone, and quietly confronted Ince Zangwill. A demigod-level battle was likely to begin at this moment, and he would undoubtedly become a burden to the demigod spirit. Just when Klein was extremely nervous, he felt his trouser leg move. The tip of the demigod's snake tailbone moved his trouser leg imperceptibly, and then pointed upwards.

——pointed to the Azik copper whistle in his pocket.

What he meant was... to let me go first? And summon other spirits to protect me on the way? Mr. Azik actually has more than one demigod under his command? Where did Mr. Azik come from? It's really scary to think about how an angel would have so many demigods under his command...

"Sherlock Moriarty... I didn't expect you to be Klein Moretti. I knew there was something fishy about your death. Are you a ghost or a resurrection? Why do you always ruin my plans over and over again!"

Ince Zangwill growled angrily, looking even angrier than the victim. Klein felt his vision briefly go dark and shake, and suddenly he saw Ince Zangwill's Gate to the Underworld appear on his side. A huge suction force came, but the demigod with the snake tail was forced back with black flames.

Almost at the same time, Klein turned around and ran wildly upward on the road.

In such a time-sensitive situation, false humility and hypocritical words are unnecessary and will harm yourself and your companions!

Bang, bang, bang! Because there was nothing to ignite underground, Klein could only grit his teeth and run with all his strength.

During this process, he tried to bring the whistle to his mouth and blow it, but because it was too bumpy, he couldn't take the whistle out successfully after searching his pocket several times.

Step, step, step. Klein walked around the cliff and entered a dark corridor with a dome. There were many mottled murals painted on the walls on both sides.

At this moment, he heard a majestic and hoarse voice echoing from the place where he was before:

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

Beside Ince Zangwill, a figure arrived at some point, floating in mid-air in violation of the laws of physics, with a gorgeous mask on his face that looked as if it was made of gold.

The demigod raised his head, his eyes tracking Klein's back, and spoke again: "Summoning the undead is prohibited here!"

However, Ince Zangwill did not attack Klein again. Instead, he looked strangely at the corner where Klein disappeared.

He found that the "bad luck" he had given to the other party of falling off a cliff and being smashed to pieces did not work. Not only that, Ince Zangwill seemed to have hallucinations and saw some thin and illusory gray mist.

Without time to think, he withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the mysterious half-human, half-snake spirit in front of him.

The opponent's form and golden ring are very unique. It is indeed related to Azik Eggs and has the style of the past Balam Empire.

The half-human, half-snake spirit quietly stared at the two demigods in front of him, suddenly opened his arms, spread his wings, and let out a sharp hiss towards the sky. His body quickly twisted and expanded, his head became round and small, and pale flames burned all over his body!

Ince Zangwill and the demigod wearing the golden mask immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The Judge demigod immediately said:
"It is forbidden to display the forms of mythical creatures here!"

But the spirit demigod only paused for a moment. Of course, dead creatures don't have to fear madness! He forcibly revealed an incomplete mythical creature form against the law, forcing the royal demigod to change the law to "The negative effects of looking directly at the mythical creature form here are weakened!" He turned into a huge undead feathered serpent and hovered in the air, blocking Klein's escape path. The feathered serpent had a skull face, and its empty eye sockets swept over the demigods of Ince Zangwill and the Judge's path. Its jaw opened 180 degrees, and pale flames spewed out of its mouth!
The screams of spirits, the cries of babies, and harsh laws are constantly colliding in the lower level, and the melee between the three demigods begins directly!
Bang, bang, squeak... Klein, who was running at high speed, suddenly braked. His spiritual intuition told him that there were people in front of him, Beyonders, and most likely the guards of this place!
After a brief thought, he stretched out his left hand and wiped his face. At the same time, a series of crisp sounds came from his body, and his whole body was forcibly raised by seven or eight centimeters. When his left palm left his face, he had turned into a middle-aged man with dark golden hair, a high nose bridge, and a one-eyed middle-aged man, Ince Zangwill!

After recalling the other person's demeanor and using illusion to modify his clothes, Klein quickly walked forward, turned the corner, and entered a hall.

There were four guards wearing dark full body armor, all with sharp eyes.

Klein walked over with a sullen face, and said in a deliberately hoarse voice, "Someone has sneaked in here, and I'm looking for him.

"Have you found any clues?"

The leading guard first examined him, then lowered his head and said:

"Mr. Zangwill, there is no movement here."

“Yeah.” Klein nodded slightly, walked past them, and left the hall.

Although he seemed calm and composed, when Klein left this checkpoint, his palms and back were covered in sweat.

…………

The dark abyss-like crack was filled with illusory black liquid, and the water level was still rising. There were pale arms stretching out frantically.

The explosion of the spiritual demigod caught them both off guard, but Ince Zangwill knew that the gap between demigods was not that big. He was a little surprised, but not afraid, because he now had a demigod helper.

What worried him most was another problem: the 0-08 that forced the story forward might backfire on him at any time.

At this moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and was shocked to find that the feather pen of 0-08 had left his pocket at some point and was floating in front of the gray rock wall, frantically writing lines of words:

"...In a fierce battle, all kinds of accidents will always happen. For example, Ince Zangwill's belt broke and his pants fell off."

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Ms. Despair took a private carriage and arrived at a deserted, dirty and disgusting alley corner at the appointed time.

She pulled down her veil to cover her face and looked up at the sky, only to see that the afternoon sun was obscured by clouds and mist, becoming pale and dim.

The light yellow mist was not particularly thick, floating in every place in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait until the smog was at its worst and stillest... The accident that happened to Triss, the sudden and brief loss of control of 0-08, the appearance of Azik, the previous destruction by the "Black Emperor" ghost, made things bigger and bigger and became noticeable. The action could only be brought forward to today... Ms. Despair looked around, walked out of the alley and into the street.

Her steps were very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​fog.

Wherever she passed, the fog thickened imperceptibly, taking on a slightly iron-black color, and the distance between them was quietly decreasing.

After she left the street, a homeless man wearing an old jacket and with a sallow face suddenly started coughing so violently that he fell to the ground.

Two poor people who were very close to the homeless man stepped back in horror, then covered their throats and made hoarse sounds, as if they had a serious lung disease or bronchitis and could not breathe.

Iron-black and light-yellow smog descended on the East District, the dock district, and the factory district that was belching smoke, and continued to spread throughout Backlund.

Various scenes in the distance were "drowned", even the towering bell tower was left with only a faint shadow. Workers and poor people began to feel uncomfortable one after another. The homeless people who struggled to fight the cold and hardship surrounded the route where the lady passed, and fell ill one after another. Human life was as fragile as the foam when washing clothes.

Ms. Despair's expression was calm and gentle, as if she was completing a work of art.

She walked among the passers-by without any abnormality, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and laughed softly:
“The history of the Kingdom of Loen will remember this day:
"The Backlund Great Smog Incident."

…………

Maria is decorating her charity school with ribbons and balloons for the New Year.

These are cheap decorations, but they can brighten kids' moods for the whole day.

She stood in an empty classroom on the third floor of the teaching building, standing on the podium, with a pure black box as long as a forearm and as wide as a palm at her feet. After hanging the last ribbon, she glanced out the window inadvertently, wanting to see the current time on the clock tower, but unexpectedly saw black and yellow smoke rolling in from a distance.

The factory is exceeding the emission standards again? What is this disgusting thing?

Maria couldn't help but frown. Looking from a high place, this disgusting and terrifying fog was like a river flowing into the sea, polluting all the surrounding gray-white fog. In a blink of an eye, it spread from a straight-line distance of five or six houses away to thirty or forty meters in front of the teaching building.

Maria stood on the podium and watched for a few seconds, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and her spiritual alarm became louder and louder. She suddenly jumped out of the podium, using the windowsill as a stepping stone, and jumped directly from the third floor!
"Danger! Danger!"

The distorted and amplified sound instantly resounded throughout the school. As the New Year approached, there were only a dozen students left in the school with nowhere to go. The faculty and staff also finished their work for the year and went home to rest or left school to do odd jobs. Maria's roar alarmed all of them. Fortunately, the school had been rehearsing disaster evacuation drills in the past few days. The students and the remaining faculty and staff subconsciously treated this as a drill, and skillfully put down their things, went downstairs one floor at a time, and went to the basement where food was stored for shelter.

When they left the classroom, they all frowned and kept fanning their mouths and noses. The younger ones had already started coughing violently.

"Why is the smoke so pungent today..."

"I feel so uncomfortable... cough cough..."

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Sean, the "navigator" who had been serving as the gatekeeper, came running over quickly. His arrival also brought a refreshing and moist breeze, which made everyone feel much better. While continuously using the spell to summon the sea breeze, he escorted everyone to the basement.

In just over a hundred meters, Sean was already sweating and his spiritual strength had reached rock bottom.

Maria twisted the air to isolate herself from the black and yellow mist and trotted to Sean's side:

"How are you doing?"

"There's something wrong with the air!" Sean cast another sea breeze spell and couldn't help coughing a few times. "Someone poisoned it?"

"Not sure. I'm going to find out the reason and summon the leader."

Even at Sequence 5, the constant distortion of space and air was a burden to Maria. She looked at Sean's unsteady steps and sweat on his forehead, and immediately ordered, "You stay in the basement. They need you to constantly refresh the air!"

Sean was stunned, then objected fiercely: "I can still hold on!"

"Stay here!"

"Plan the use of your spirituality well, and don't let yourself get out of control!"

Maria raised her voice and distorted Sean's sense of direction. She pushed him into the basement and kicked the door shut. "I will protect your wife and daughter, and you have to help me look after the children!"

The navigator was about to speak, but after hearing the last sentence, he stopped looking for the key. He quickly put his face close to the vent on the door and shouted at Maria's receding back:

"Miss Maria! My daughter is sick! My wife and daughter must be at home now!"

"I will protect the children! You must help them! Please help them!"

After shouting, he turned around, closed the vent, wiped the cold sweat off his head, and took charge of the fresh air circulation system in the room. Sean gave a soothing smile to the anxious adults and children in the room, and asked everyone to sit down and form a circle.

"Don't be afraid, this is a joint exercise."

"Look, there's bread, vegetables, and water here. We'll be fine."

"So let's just stay here and wait until the drill is over. It won't be long. Come over and chat with the teachers, okay?"

…………

Edward Vaughn looked at the sky and said politely to Azik Eggers:
"This is all the information I know, Mr. Azik. I believe you can make your own decision."

Azik remained silent, so He took out His pocket watch, opened it with a snap, and said in a very embarrassed tone: "I have other things to do. Since you have delayed me for five minutes, I should leave now."

After saying this, He sank directly into His own kingdom of God, "took off" His current container, entered the spiritual world, put on a body for disguise, erased His own traces of mysticism, and arrived at the East District after a dozen seconds, the place where He was when He left.

He smelled the pungent smoke and slowly moved along the road, seeing humans falling one after another in the distance.

He no longer had any doubts about the manifestation of this man-made disaster - because there had been a great plague in Loen's history, so the "Patriotic Health Campaign" was launched, and a complete sewer system was built at one time. Loen was a victim of that plague, and now it has taken the initiative to replicate that disaster, bringing in poison and plague with its own hands. The way humans destroy themselves has always been a cycle.

Apart from this, He has no extra feelings.

A figure flashed overhead on the side, and instantly appeared from the roof on this side of the street to the other side.

The woman, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, walked through the black and yellow smog, but the smog was running much faster than her, so she could only run at the front of the fog, searching for someone who could still be saved.

Five thousand one hundred and forty-two... five thousand two hundred and thirty-nine...

The God of Decline and Destruction watched in silence.

The number of casualties has skyrocketed, but if you don't look at the pedestrians collapsing while walking on the street, they are just numbers.

TBC
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Six thousand four. It is also a super two-in-one.

There are a lot of missed orders for books.

(End of this chapter)