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

Chapter 150 Why disappointed, why watching

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"What's the point of your efforts?"

The witch laughed like a silver bell, rested her chin on Maria's shoulder, and her white fingers climbed up Maria's neck like a snake: "All of you are sacrifices. No one cares whether you live or die."

"..."Maria once again twisted the air in front of her, thinking if there was any way to escape from danger.

At this moment, she keenly heard a very light sound coming from the front, and the witch and she simultaneously cast their eyes forward.
The witch immediately waved her hand, and the fog in front of her opened like a door, revealing people who had already lost their voices all over the ground. These were already corpses. She and Maria quickly determined the source of the sound based on the direction of the sound just now.

A small stone.

The witch's doubts first disappeared, and then suddenly rose again.

Stone? Stone can't make a sound by itself!

At this moment, Ms. Despair noticed a rapidly growing black shadow appearing in the sky. There was a man hiding on the roof nearby, who seized the moment when she was confused and suddenly jumped down!

Panatia disdained this suicide attack. Strands of spider silk burning with black flames immediately flew into the air and hung the figure in the air before he fell on her - the feeling from the spider silk was a little wrong, this was not a living person!
Maria finally seized the opportunity. She turned her head sharply, allowing the spider silk to draw a bloody cut on her neck, and then spat fiercely at the Witch of Despair!
"I'm going to be turning 32 next January—"

"You said I was a little girl? Old witch, how old are you?!"

The witch turned to avoid the meaningless spitting, and then suddenly found that the spider silk on Maria's body was no longer under her control. This turned out to be a "bribe" through the lawyer's channel! This was actually considered a "bribe"!
After digesting the non-existent Provocateur potion, Maria immediately distorted her own image and hid in the poisonous fog.

"You sharp-tongued girl! When I catch you, I will destroy the other half of your face! After I catch all your friends and torture them, do you still have the energy to say this?"

The Witch of Despair was caught off guard, but she immediately reacted and wanted to capture Maria again. However, the zombie hanging in the sky suddenly struggled violently. His skin was as hard as steel, and he was a real corpse, not afraid of pain and fire. The spider silk could only leave white marks on it. The zombie whistled, and the ghosts around him rushed over and rushed to the culprit who killed them.

The Witch of Despair disdained this harmless attack, but was still tripped by countless resentful souls and had to ignite black flames on her body to isolate herself from them.

But there were too many undead here, and when they rushed towards the Witch of Despair, it was like a tsunami.

Gavin Lidd and Dr. Black finished the treatment in the previous area, but suddenly found that Maria was missing and had not contacted them. He immediately sent the zombies out to look for her, but unexpectedly found the witch!
The wound on her neck was also twisted, and Maria frowned, effectively stopping the bleeding and preventing the poison mist from invading through the blood and wound. Then she rushed into the mist, looking for the location of the black box in her memory.

However, the surrounding poisonous fog suddenly became thicker and became like a wall.

Maria was lost and for a moment unsure where she was facing.

“I remember it was right here…”

Five seconds later, there was a sound of something falling to the ground behind him, and the shadowy spirits around him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The zombies were dismembered and the summoning of the dead was interrupted!

She was wandering around an area of ​​about two meters with a heavy look on her face, and suddenly she kicked something.

Maria looked down and saw a black box. She was overjoyed and immediately bent down to pick it up. However, several black spider silks suddenly flew from behind and wrapped around her ankles, pulling her to the ground and dragging her backwards!

Before her fingers touched the edge of the black box, she was dragged back one meter. In a flash, Maria gritted her teeth and suddenly twisted her outstretched right hand!

Her right arm suddenly became extremely slender from the joint down, and her fingers and forearm were stretched to two meters, as if only a layer of bones remained. Her fingers successfully touched the secret button on the box, and the witch pulled her body back, and she took advantage of the situation to pry it open!
The Witch of Despair also heard the voice. She suddenly became alert, not knowing what kind of sealed object was in the box.

Suddenly, she found that the houses around her were getting taller and taller, and then she realized that her body was shrinking!

Panatia opened her mouth to scream, but her throat was strangled by her own clothes. She became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into an exquisitely crafted little puppet, falling to the ground with a plop.

Richard Ernst emerged from the mist, picked up the puppet, and twisted off her head.

At the same time, He looked around, and suddenly stretched out His hand and snapped His fingers. All the people in the East District who had been poisoned but not yet killed felt their bodies lighten, their breathing became smooth, and their fever disappeared.

He twisted all the viruses in the entire East District into "curses" and took them upon himself.

The poisonous fog instantly stopped harming humans. Maria took a deep breath of fresh air and felt her mind clearer.

Sequence 4 toxins did not have much effect on angels. Thousands of miles away on the sea, Richard, who was reading a newspaper, coughed twice, sneezed, and then had to return to his room to rest because of the severe coughing.

The puppet in his hand shattered into pieces of lenses, and the figure of Ms. Despair appeared at the end of the long street. Her face was filled with fear, and she ran away desperately!
After running two steps, she suddenly turned into a puppet again with a very cute smile on her face.

The other hand picked up the puppet, and Richard looked in the direction of the hand and saw a young man with soft but cold features.

Richard frowned, and naturally identified him as an enemy. Just as he was about to attack, he felt his strength gradually disappearing, becoming less and less. Finally, his consciousness was squeezed out of this body, and he turned into a "faceless puppet" and fell to the ground!

The young man came over and picked up the doll as well.

After looking at it for a while, He turned the doll over and found a signature of "E.W" in the corner on the back, thereby confirming that this extraordinary item was made by the previous version of "Edward" and was a small toy He had given to his family more than a hundred years ago.

Maria stood up with great effort. She tried her best to restore her arm, but due to severe bone deformation and muscle strain, she could only keep it fractured for the time being. She would probably have to see a pharmacist as soon as possible to avoid any sequelae.

She picked up the small black box and looked back at where Richard Ernst was, but suddenly found that He had disappeared from the spot.

The person standing there at the moment was a stranger holding a "faceless doll". She was startled and was about to speak when she saw the young man with purple hair and eyes turned his face smoothly towards her. After looking at her for a few seconds, he turned his face away without any reaction.

Then, suddenly, he disappeared.

Maria walked forward and saw the dismembered zombies. Then she walked further and saw Freya and Mrs. Liv who had died in each other's arms. However, Daisy, who had the best relationship with Alia, was not among them.

She clenched her fists and blood oozed from between her fingers.

At sea, a dark whirlpool suddenly appeared behind Richard, who was thinking about what had just happened. He was dragged into the whirlpool before he could even resist.

In the eastern district, the yellow-black fog began to flow again, and a light green scent was mixed in it.

……

In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey stood by the French window, looking into the distance anxiously. She saw the fog on the horizon gradually thickening, the light yellow tinged with iron black, and slowly spreading in her direction.

"There's something wrong." Susie, the big golden retriever, squatted beside her, also looking at the usual smog.

Well, I hope I can stop it in time... Audrey didn't know what the mist meant. She just prayed silently in her heart to the Goddess and Mr. Fool, asking them not to let the Original Witch come.

Suddenly, she noticed that the branches outside the window began to shake and the glass vibrated slightly.

"The wind is coming..." Audrey felt inexplicably happy.

Cathedral of Holy Winds, Jowood District.

A terrifying storm suddenly appeared outside it that was visible to the naked eye, and then an unimaginable hurricane swelled towards the east.

Woo!
The accumulated mist was blown away, and the rich yellow and iron black quickly faded.

Woo!
Dry branches fell to the ground, and dust and soil rose into the air, disappearing with the mist.

Woo!
Many pedestrians' hats left their heads and their bodies swayed so much that they had to hold on to trees or walls.

The sailors on the docks seemed to be back in the port city, witnessing a typhoon.

The smoke in the East District and the factory area has become lighter, and the minor discomfort of healthy people has been alleviated.

Boom! Boom!
Lightning leaps and thunder explodes.

They soon subsided and the rain began to wash over the earth.

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"It's raining."

In the empty kingdom of God with only the blood-red sky and black earth, the decadent king muttered to himself calmly, then turned around and looked at Richard, whose body was pierced and nailed to the ground by dozens of thorns:

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Richard Ernst remained silent, his nailed arm stretched forward, his fingertips just a few centimeters away from the fallen king.

“He” silently looked at the image of the East District of Backlund in front of him, watching the howling wind and the thunderstorm falling, but the black and yellow poisonous fog spread out again from nowhere, growing and declining, as if playing a game of hide-and-seek with the rain clouds.

"teacher."

He said in a hoarse voice: "What price should I pay to stop this disaster?"

The Decayed King was not surprised by this title, and He replied calmly:

"No."

"I would give my life for you."

"You take your life too seriously, Richard Ernst." God was not moved by this. "You should have died for me. This is the most meaningful death you can have."

A child with good qualifications, who can successfully become an angel, can find an opportunity in the future to snatch all the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness of the Bound God and Sua and stuff them into his body for forced fusion. These things are too much tainted by the Mother Tree of Desire, so there is no need to risk oneself, and Richard Ernst is the filter for this purpose.

He would go mad due to the pollution and lose control and die in a short time after becoming the King of Angels, but the characteristics and uniqueness that have been filtered once by Him would be much safer, and even if it was accommodated by the identity of "Edward", there was a guarantee that he would not lose control.

Richard smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, teacher, you saved my life, educated me, gave me the opportunity to be promoted, and were willing to support my unattainable dream. I can indeed return my life to you at any time."

"Can you give me a reason?"

"I want to destroy the world."

"?"

The Decayed King held the witch puppet in his hand and carelessly controlled the black and yellow mist to float around the East District, and occasionally even let it float out of the East District and pass by the edge of Queens. The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the sky in Backlund was almost completely overcast. It seemed that the Archbishop of the Storm Church was also angered, and a heavy rain that was enough to drown Backlund would soon hit.

"I believe you have learned about the information related to 'Doomsday'."

He said: "You should know that there are gods outside the sky. Many sects have legends about the end of the world. And this round of 'big year' is about to end. But compared to plundering characteristics, I have other goals, which is to destroy the current world."

"Do you hate humans?" Richard asked tentatively. This question made the Outer God silent for a moment, and then He quickly gave an answer as if He was teaching:

"I don't hate humans."

"In fact, humans have already defined their own race."

"What are humans? In your own interpretation, you are a primate, a mammal, a hominin. The species is widespread, adaptable, increasing in number, and has no major threats that would cause the overall population to decline, but because the overall population is too large, there is a certain degree of resource and habitat crisis."

He read out this sentence as if reading from a dictionary, and then added: "At the same time, there are related explanations within your tribe - you are free, yearning for peace, pursuing happiness, possessing rich imagination and creativity, foolish but also wise, cruel but also kind... a kind of animal."

Richard listened quietly.

"So, according to my research and your documents, those who used their arms to drive away wild beasts and light the fire of civilization were human beings; those who turned their imagination into reality and were able to send things and even life into the universe with mortal hands; those who dared to resist, dared to think, and wanted to pass on their doctrines even if they were burned to death as blasphemous heretics... were human beings. Then what are these docile lambs, devout believers, and creatures full of virtues praised by the gods? I don't know, but they are not human beings."

It seemed as though He had been wanting to say these words for a long time, but it was only now that someone finally asked the question.

"Then you should also know that this is not a human sin!"

The Temperance Angel argued: "If you want to impeach the feudal monarchy and the long-standing slavery, then it should be the fault of the strong and high-ranking people who allow these to exist. If you want to impeach the poor technological development, then it should be the fault of the gods, because their words are the truth of proverbs!"

"When gods exist, who dares to use lightning and sunlight as energy? I know that in the Fourth Epoch, humans dared to rebel against gods. Although that was also to seek the throne of God, it ultimately proves that humans still have ambitions to aim directly at the throne of God, and have the courage to doubt and oppose! It is definitely not the fault of mankind that they have fallen to this point!"

After listening to this, the Decayed King nodded and then spoke:
"Completely correct."

"But, Richard, if you want to prove that a building is not dangerous, you shouldn't say that its materials are good, but the environment is not suitable, the workers are not skilled, the designer made a mistake in planning, the cement ratio is not good, the frame is wrong... The more you try to prove it, the more it shows that good bricks should not be wasted on this dangerous building, and humans should not continue to stay in this world."

"The humans of the past have already denied you of the present, even if there are thousands of reasons..."

The Decayed King felt that he should let out a sigh to heighten the mood, but he did not intend to do so: "It does not change the facts."

After these words were spoken, the entire kingdom of God fell silent.

God shepherds humans like he shepherds lambs, selects pious humans like he tames wolves into dogs, and pampers docile humans like he raises pets.

People are no longer human.

"And I just need a disaster node, a disaster that symbolizes human slaughter. The fate of the earth's destruction is suppressed by the gods, and I need a node to pry it open."

Thunder and heavy rain began to fall outside, and there was no place for the poisonous fog to hide. Seeing that the number of casualties had reached its goal, Decline let the fog dissipate naturally, stuffed the witch puppet into the collection cabinet, and straightened it out, making it a living but dead decoration.

"Teacher, if I offer my life voluntarily, what can I get from you in return?"

The Decayed King was silent for two seconds.

"If you want to die so badly, I can show you mercy because you have been working hard and have no regrets."

He squatted down, pinched Richard's chin with his hand, and looked into Richard Ernst's eyes carefully with eyes as dead as water.

The decadent king saw lines, countless transparent lines, extending from infinity and connecting to Richard.

After two hundred years of charitable activities and a grand desire to save people, the thread of destiny that spread across the world entangled His legs, His hands, His body, and His neck. He was bound by the whole world, and he also moved forward with the hope of the world and people.

What binds Him are people's lives and wishes, and what He carries is the weight and hope of the world.

He was willing to be bound and devote his will and beliefs to the world.

He is the “Bearer” and He can also be the “Bound One”!
I know, God thought quietly.

As early as when Richard accepted the old ideas, recognized the reality, and began to give up "doing what he can" and "go all out" -

I knew you were better than I thought.

You have this potential, but you are destined not to be a true god. Because if you become a god, wouldn't everyone know that the seven gods are just sending beggars?

Richard Ernst, you have been working wholeheartedly for humanity, but you have been ostracized by the human community and hated by the gods. You are in danger of losing your life at any time and are bound to die - you are more useful than smog, the evidence that "proves that humanity should perish", but I just can't bear to kill you.

"You should kill yourself."

He suddenly said.

"If you kill yourself and give me your soul, I will make the South Continent independent and restore Balam and the Highlands."

"I will protect them. They will convert. Although they will not be free, they will no longer be oppressed by the Northern Continent."

Richard listened to this carefully and suddenly laughed:

"If you hadn't said you were a god from outer space, I would have thought you were one of the ancient gods of the Blue Star, such as the Bound God."

The Decayed King also answered Him: "The Bound God Tolzna, His name has a wonderful mystical connection with me. If a sequence of the Prisoner's Path had not been lost, I should have been the Bound God instead of wasting so long in the Demon's Path."

"That seems like a very generous reward, and I am glad that my soul and my life are worth so much."

He smiled, with a cunning smile that was very similar to Edward's. "But allow me to refuse, teacher. When I became an angel, I swore that I would no longer place my hope in the mercy of God. Teacher, if you want to liberate the southern continent, you must at least confront several gods. Why is my life worth all this? Is my death more valuable than my soul?"

That's right, your suicide is more valuable than your life. Once you die, the human beings who live because of you will be directly affected, and they will commit suicide out of despair or even go crazy on the spot... The end of the road, being forced to do so, is the despair among the human group. It is even higher than the massacre of the witch this time... I saw you and thought of you, so I decided to temporarily slow down this judgment.

"I'm a little curious about what you swore."

"I once swore to kill all the gods." Richard said cheerfully, "If I can become a true god one day, I will kill all the seven gods of the northern continent, including the evil god. I will eliminate all the extraordinary people, seal all the extraordinary people, and then commit suicide."

Since we can't change it spiritually, at least change the environment back.

When there are no more gods in the world, when the royal family is no longer a family of angels, when there is no longer such a disgusting force oppressing the world... perhaps there will be panic and helplessness at first, but there are still more ordinary humans without power in the world. Sooner or later, those who have lost God will have the opportunity to embark on a development path similar to that of the old civilization.

"Very good, very crazy, very prisoner." The Decayed King complimented casually, "Am I among them?"

"You are among them." Richard admitted directly, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "What a pity, I have no way of knowing the path to becoming a god. Until now, I can only protect a few people."

The decadent king sighed in boredom, not taking his student's rebellious remarks to heart at all, and spoke to Richard as if it were a normal conversation between a teacher and a student: "You can be proud of yourself. They only need to suffer for another 18 years before they can be freed forever."

Richard immediately took advantage of the situation:
"Teacher, if that's the case, why don't you look at me? Look at the Pilgrimage Sect, look at us. We have done so many things, saved so many people, and survived for more than 200 years. Perhaps that's why our ideas are widely accepted. Teacher, look at me, look at the people who are still working hard, and then make a decision."

God sneered:
"I have more than one student on Earth. Some of them try to modify some orders and laws, some hope to promote equality for all people through doctrine, some try to develop technology, and some try to establish industry... Each of them is so bold as to offend God for the sake of people. I have given them many opportunities and cultivated many new possibilities for mankind... Guess why you haven't seen any of them?"

"Richard, don't try to impress me with your emotions. Tell me, why can't you learn to cherish your life? Everyone knows that only by living can you have opportunities and protect more people. Why do you always take the initiative to seek death?"

"I can live in humiliation and wait for the future, but these people don't even have the present."

The Decline King laughed:
"Great. Second question."

"Use your life, the life of an angel, in exchange for the lives of everyone else in the East End. Are you willing?"

"Is there such a good thing?" Richard said in surprise, "I am willing! I am ready for you to kill me and leave no one alive in the East District!"

This was a completely expected answer. The decadent king did not argue with Him and continued:
"last question."

"Maria, your subordinates, or any important person you know, or the people of the East District, which one do you choose?"

This question did not keep Richard silent for long. After just two seconds of thinking, he immediately gave an answer.

"I choose--"

"——Draw lots to decide."

The fallen king looked at Him. Richard also looked at his teacher.

"In the second question, I chose to sacrifice myself because I am also a life, and I can dispose of my own life."

He answered in unusually calm and reasonable language:

"All human souls are born equal. I have no right to decide the lives of others, so I wish to let the fate of death make the decision. Of course, I am willing to draw the lot myself, and no matter who is sacrificed, it is my decision."

God looked at Him as He would look at a walking tombstone.

"very good."

The Decayed King said, “You said it well.”

After saying this, He looked at his student, spoke each word with a serious tone that sounded like a curse but also a blessing:
"I give you the chance to shoulder the fate of others."

"Richard Ernst, the angel I created with my own hands, foolish child, naive man, you tried to convince me of your fate, to save the humans you were meant to protect. As you wish. I pity your shortsightedness, pity humanity, pity the fate of this planet, until the day you die."

The Angel of Temperance was stunned, then lowered his head and accepted God's "gift" like a true devout believer.

Fate changed once again, and these words became the foreshadowing of the death star, limiting the judgment point to "Richard Ernst" in a more covert way. He was crucial enough, small enough, and hidden enough.

I pity you, human beings. You always take your planet too seriously. Being attached to your hometown and your tribe is a virtue, but you don’t understand that your planet is no different from the other dust in my hand.

Pity you, human beings. You are protected in the original barrier and can never understand the vastness of the sea of ​​stars.

Pity you, Richard Ernst, you don't know your fate of death, you don't know your death will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the fate of this planet, you will be the basis for my final judgment. At that time, I will no longer curse this continent, but the entire planet.

...But it was bright enough to make me feel sad.

TBC
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Congratulations to everyone for earning a double update.

There are too few active readers, I hope everyone can interact with me more.

Today, I have a headache! Today, my hands are shaking... I want to take a leave this month! (The period is not yet determined, but it is customary to take two consecutive days off)
(End of this chapter)