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

Chapter 161 New Plan
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"We have completely lost contact with the Black Saint who led the Aurora Society this time, and there has been no news from the other pilgrims since two weeks ago..."

"If you want to find him, who will you send?"

Edward, who was in solitary confinement in a sense, was quite calm and composed. They still maintained a connection in consciousness and shared intelligence, so they easily got this information from the Aurora Society.

"It's been three months. The Holy Word Angel should have walked through the entire God-Forsaken Land, right? The second screening will definitely find Ouroboros... The Speaker of the School of Life has had a chance to catch his breath. I wonder how he is doing now."

Edward thought with interest as he flipped through the newspaper.

Although he was in the wilderness, and occasionally wild Abyss followers would come to his door, Edward would not let his living conditions decline in order to "maintain his humanity". The small tent was still the same four-story building that Backlund had lived in for decades. He stayed at home every day, and walked around twice at a fixed time. It was not like being in prison, but it was better than being in prison.

It’s a pity that there are no living creatures in the abyss now, otherwise, it would be great if we could go down there often to hunt a few demons to satisfy our hunger.

"If we really want to go to the sea to look for the Black Saint, I'm afraid we'll have to send out at least one saint."

"The Dark Saint is definitely not an option. He has already taken root and is working in Backlund. Medici is also out of the question. His appearance means that disputes will arise. If there is something fishy about the disappearance of the Black Saint, Medici will definitely be discovered easily if he goes to rescue him."

"Send wandering saints from other places? This may be the choice of the real creator. Every saint has walked the pilgrimage road. If you follow the search, you will find it soon. And there is no need for the real creator to worry at all."

Edward sighed, added a few ice cubes to the orange juice at hand, and shook it left and right a few times.

"It seems that the probability of me taking advantage of the opportunity to 'help' and sneak into the God-Forsaken Land is a bit low."

"Besides killing and sacrificing the rational incarnation of the true Creator, is there any other way to enter naturally?"

It was a bit beyond the scope for a god to go to another god's kingdom. It was either an invasion or a close friendship. I was afraid that I and the True Creator, who were purely allies in appearance but not in spirit, would never have such a "trust" behavior. So I found a chance to make an agreement... No, if one of the contents of the agreement was to go to the other's kingdom, then the True Creator would definitely not agree, and would further seal off the Forsaken Land of God to explore the purpose of my going there.

It was a bit troublesome. If I hadn't said those words to Richard Ernst at that time, I might have moved calmly in the God-forsaken Land. But - the thing I like wants to use its life to complete a spectacular self-destruction, so it is normal for God to change his mind.

After taking a few sips of iced orange juice, Edward temporarily stopped thinking about the God-Forsaken Land.

He turned and began to think about the affairs of the Southern Continent. The two young men who stood out in that prayer were both very good. They had proved their worth in their own way and perhaps had the opportunity to transform themselves from disposable consumables into believers with long-term value.

"It has attracted the attention of the Spiritual Cult..."

He flipped through the prayer book hastily and found that the escape route of Miss Crazy and Mr. Serial Killer happened to be all the way south, killing local foreigners several times along the way. That's right, unless they are children who don't remember anything, anyone who has done anything evil to oppress the locals will be killed, regardless of gender, age or status. After gaining power, the once oppressed weak are retaliating against the people of the Northern Continent like crazy.

From the subsequent reports, their actions not only attracted the attention of the governors of the Northern Continent and caused panic, but also attracted the attention of the Indulgence Faction. Two days ago, they initially had some ragged followers, but followers were not conducive to their guerrilla warfare, so they refused to accept them. A day ago, they had already come into contact with members of the Indulgence Faction of Sua - perhaps they would choose to join the Indulgence Faction? - Well, they refused, on the grounds that the object of their prayers was not His Highness Sua... It's hard to say, isn't it?

After all, the Mother Tree of Desire is also considered to be the vest of the Bound God, and Sua is also the legitimate son of God. Since you are prisoners and demons who are guided by God to "indulge malice and seek revenge", why can't Sua and the great Mother Tree guide you? Perhaps the mysterious name you prayed to is just an identity passed down by His Majesty Sua.

What the indulgent faction said made a lot of sense, and the two young men were actually somewhat persuaded.

Si'a, the Pale Queen, the Spiritual Cult, and the Rose School, these are four names that are quite attractive to people like them. As the native inhabitants of the Southern Continent, and the thorough natives, no one does not want to take revenge on the Northern Continent.

Being a slave is not scary, but if you find pleasure and a sense of accomplishment in the identity of a slave, and regard being a slave as a kind of happiness, then it is truly scary.

They mentioned this matter in their prayers and asked about Edward's identity in a rather obscure way. Edward did not respond to this, but tacitly agreed that they would continue to contact the cult forces in the southern continent.

When I was in the open prison, besides listening to the chat between the real Creator and myself, I could only listen to prayers to pass the time, so the number of responses this week was more than the previous few years combined. If those two believers were a little more daring, they could call themselves the ones favored by God.

"Perhaps I should find an opportunity to go out to sea..." Edward muttered to himself, "This time I should just walk along the coastline of the God-Forsaken Land. I should be able to find the 'entrance', right?"

This is the dumbest and most useful method, but it is too strange for a demon to find the Forsaken Land and sail along the coastline. The Abyss is outside, and demons should not be interested in the Forsaken Land.

↑This has always been my consideration before, but now I have become more or less a broken jar.

He finished his orange juice and stood up to wash the cup.

The living room window was open, and outside was a starry night sky.

He walked to the door and pushed it open. Outside was daytime at ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was emitting heat and light listlessly.

Edward closed the windows and drew the curtains, not wanting to look at the annoying night sky any longer.

“Damn it.” He muttered, “How despicable! He actually violated the freedom of a demon’s body! Do you want me to die here because I can’t go out and kill people?”

"In this cold and heartless world, Frank is the only one who can bring me a little comfort."

Edward sat back on the couch and began to think along the lines of his previous thoughts.

"Actually, if I'm really just going to walk along the coastline of the God-Forsaken Land, I'd better change my identity."

What kind of person could sail the sea for years and years without being considered strange?
He immediately thought of the answer:

A sailor, or a pirate!
"Secondly, I need a boat."

The moment this idea came to Edward, he suddenly had an inspiration:
During the period when Roselle opened up a new route to the southern continent, the entire northern continent began the Age of Exploration. Countless people dreamed of sailing on the sea like Roselle, discovering new routes and new islands, and thus becoming famous in history.

More than half of them met with shipwreck in unfamiliar waters and no one was left. The rest, who were lucky enough, either discovered some scattered small islands or returned home safely.

Of course, every ship that went out to sea had to report, and one of them chose an interesting direction. The theory of the earth being round had already appeared, and the captain thought, "Since most ships are heading east, I might as well go west to see if I can encounter anything."

Theoretically, as long as he is lucky enough, he can encounter the legendary Western Continent.

Yet the abyss also lurks somewhere in the distant seas of the west.

Edward watched it go out to sea with the eyes of a warrior bidding farewell, and it was indeed annihilated. Then, decades later, something amazing happened. The legend of it suddenly appeared on the sea. Sailors saw it at sea and said it had become a ghost ship. All the crew members were dead, and there were countless skeletons hanging on the ship. Blood was deeply engraved on the wooden boards of the hull.

It always appears in places with a strong smell of blood, and the chances of seeing it are higher in the whaling ships of the Feysac Empire. And in the seas after a large-scale naval battle, it is said that this bloody ship full of skeletons will occasionally appear.

"'Christine', 'Silent Slaughterhouse'... Hmm, is its current name 'Death Announcement'?"

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Change your identity for future use? The Decayed King's mind returned to himself and agreed.

The pirates’ four kings and seven generals…the one who controls the “Death Notice” is the “Immortal King” Agaritu.

Since he dares to claim to be immortal, he must have a powerful means of regeneration, or he is related to the dead like the living corpse of the dead. The "Death Announcement" itself is a sealed object returning from the abyss. From the rumors, it should have a certain degree of wisdom. The "Undead King" is either powerful enough to suppress it, or they have reached an agreement. Judging from the fact that "the strength of the Undead King is the lowest among the four kings", it should be the latter.

I haven't paid much attention to this ship before, and I don't know what sequence of demon relic it has obtained... It doesn't matter, as long as it can be used.

Who is going?

'You go.'

really.

At first glance, it seemed as if the toy he had descended into had become his real self, but in fact, his real self had always been "Edward Vaughn", he just used a little of his energy to pick up the toy, and to perform remote control and intelligence collection.

It is most convenient to use this toy to go to the sea, descend with power, kill the "Undying King", and replace him with a new identity, or continue to play him. After escaping with a new identity, the imprisonment of the night on oneself is equivalent to non-existence.

After the goal was determined, it was only time to act. Both sides agreed that the sooner the better, and it would be best to seize the opportunity and start as soon as possible.

'So do we need to tell the true creator about this?'

It's enough to just mention it, there's no need to tell Him our purpose - after all, we have sworn to each other with the essence, so it is definitely not intentional destruction.

The plan was finalized, and he could leave whenever he wanted. The Decayed King immediately stood up and went to inform the True Creator before the afternoon tea started. The True Creator was sorting out the information about the Aurora Society in his office. He was not surprised to hear this notice, but asked with some caution:
"Your destination is the sea?"

"If you were going to fight with Fabuti, I would stop you. Your increased power would also be harmful to the Earth."

The Decayed King shook his head. "This is different, ally. Under my current neutrality, a strong force can ensure that our agreement goes smoothly and will not be hindered by others. I always keep my promises."

The True Creator pointed out sharply: "I believe you will keep your promise, because you can get considerable benefits just by keeping your promise and waiting for the changes."

"——In short, as an ally, I will not be overly wary of you, but I will also pay close attention to the Abyss and the Bound God. I will stop you to the best of my ability, such as indirectly, quietly, and through friendly games that will not worsen our relationship."

"Of course, I will enjoy these games."

The Decayed King was not surprised at all. He had expected these words and even looked forward to them. “I have been looking forward to fighting. The earth has been too peaceful and I feel like it is going to rust. However, there is one situation that you should have expected.”

"That's when the Seven attack me. I will fight back, immediately, against anyone who threatens my life. And you don't have to get involved."

"As one of the gods of the Earth, I must admit that they are too comfortable. I look forward to you teaching them a lesson." The True Creator said reluctantly, and then added, "Have you learned about Amon's recent situation?"

The declining king asked back, "Is this a specific reference?"

"Yes, specifically," said the True Creator, "the one you cultivated."

The Outer God recalled: "I deliberately didn't help him, but he succeeded?"

The True Creator had a complicated expression, as if he was weighing his words again and again, thinking about how to express himself: "He succeeded. He had been waiting for your help for a long time, so he made his own plan and found a key opportunity. With a little support from Medici, he - he successfully killed the target and replaced him."

This incident seemed to be difficult for the real Creator to talk about. After all, one of his sons killed another son, with the help of his capable subordinates. Although He watched the whole process and acquiesced to this strange murder, this incident itself was indeed a bit exciting for an old father who had a more human self-perception. His facial expression was very interesting, and he seemed to be blaming the foreign gods for corrupting his children.

The Outer Gods were very satisfied with Amon's actions, so they decided to reluctantly comfort the old father who was in a complicated mood.

"Amon anchors himself much like we do."

The researcher barely raised his eyelids.

The Outer Gods patiently asked, "You are his father, but do you understand the existence and characteristics of mythical creatures like Amon? Do you think they anchor themselves through memory, behavior, or their own image?"

“This should be both.” The True Creator said, “Only with memories can He confirm His own identity.”

The Decayed King shook his head.

"You are wrong. You are treating Amon as an individual."

"You have a stereotype, that is, you only regard Amon's original body as the real Amon, your child. Maybe it is true from a physiological and human perspective, but Amon is actually a whole. Think about it, Amon's memories are basically shared. If the clone dies, the original body can feel the same pain. And if the original body dies, the clone will immediately take over and become the new original body, right?"

Amon's personality is not very obvious, and even his clones have their own preferences, but their appearance is very obvious: a monocle, or a wizard robe, a broad forehead, and black curly hair.

These elements are far more intuitive than other impressions. When they are put together, there is only one answer: this is Amon!

“While the process of renewal and replacement inevitably leads to some memory loss, Amon is still Amon. Even if he forgets his father and his own identity one day, he is still Amon.”

"Your statement is a bit imprecise."

The true creator puts forward his own point of view to prove that his creation (son) is consistent: "In the God-forsaken Land, Amon will steal the lights of the towns that convert to me, because he regards this behavior as a betrayal of the ancient sun god. It can be seen that memory is still important in their hearts."

When the True Creator thought of the cities that were instantly engulfed by darkness, he sincerely felt sorry for his believers.

"His love and respect for his father only belongs to the ancient sun god. Other than that, even believers, companions, and comrades cannot share it." The Outer God said, "Will He regard this behavior as human nature? Will you?"

The True Creator hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes."

"I see. This may also be a manifestation of human nature."

The Outer God also accepted this statement. After all, He didn't know and didn't care what human nature was. It was a virtue among gods not to criticize their preferences at will. A quarrel could easily turn into a life-and-death fight.

After saying this, He said goodbye to the real Creator who was still struggling, and prepared to go to the sea to hunt his target in the next few days.

"The Immortal King" Agaritu and the "Death Announcement".

TBC
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At this time, Hermann had just finished his midnight snack of fish and human meat.

(End of this chapter)