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

Chapter 184 Conspirator

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Silver City, Berg's house.

Derrick finally got the fruit of the glorious spirit tree promised by the "Hermit" lady and concocted the "Sun Priest" potion.

It was golden in color and scalding hot. When Derrick drank it in one gulp, his throat felt like it was burning.

His eyes suddenly lit up, becoming brighter and brighter, as if there were two miniature suns hidden inside.

Circles of bright light bloomed on his body, and black spots visible to the naked eye appeared on the exposed skin.

At the same time, his hair was growing longer, and seemed to turn into feathers wrapped in golden flames.

When Derrick knew about Sequence 7, taking the potion would cause similar changes. He was not terrified or panicked. He gritted his teeth and repeatedly recalled the pain of killing his parents with his own hands and the hope that burst out from the bottom of his heart after meeting Mr. Fool. He persevered in the situation that seemed to be on the verge of losing control.

After a long time, all his abnormalities were gradually calmed down, but the breath he exhaled was still mixed with the warmth of the sun.

He felt that his physical condition had been further strengthened and he had a considerable resistance to disease and harsh environment.

But this is not the point. Derrick prefers the divine knowledge that fills his mind.

They include "Fire of Light", "Immunity to Fear", "Sacred Oath", "Purifying Slash", "Solar Aura", "Call upon Holy Light", "Create Holy Water", and so on and so forth.

Derrick paced back and forth in joy, feeling that these divine-like spells were really suitable for dealing with the evil monsters hiding in the depths of darkness.

He did not hide anything and went straight to the Twin Towers to register his promotion information.

In this way, after the initial review, he will be qualified to serve as the captain of the patrol team and will have access to more information about the City of Silver.

This included the method that Mr. World wanted to use to remove the spiritual pollution in the Beyonder characteristics... While answering the various questions from the registration staff, Derrick couldn't help but think of the promise he had never fulfilled.

Owing things to others always made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable, but now, he finally saw the dawn of regaining peace.

He had a good sleep and had a rare dream about his deceased parents.

The night passed quickly, and when the frequency of lightning in the sky gradually increased, the Land Forsaken by God ushered in "daytime" again.

Derrick woke up normally, heated up the black grass bread he brought back last night, and ate it with water.

After finishing breakfast, he picked up his training tomahawk and prepared to go to the training ground to practice with his familiar friends and listen to others talk about the recent exploration experiences of other teams, so as to increase his interpersonal relationships and experience for his future position as a patrol team leader.

It wasn't too early when he arrived at the training ground. More than a dozen people had already arrived, practicing, watching, or chatting. Derrick had just stood still when he heard the footsteps of two people behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Skold who came.

Weisen Skold smiled at Derrick, and Derrick did not dare to neglect him and quickly greeted them.

Mrs. Skold stroked her bulging belly with one hand and carried some food and water with the other. The physical fitness of the residents of Silver City is very high. Even pregnant women do not need to stay at home all the time, or they can participate in the various logistical affairs of Silver City even if they are at home. However, Mrs. Skold will give birth soon. Although the doctor recommends that she rest at home more, she can't sit still. She often comes out to talk to others, take a walk, and provide clean water and delicious snacks such as Dumu fruit to those in need in the training ground.

Derrick subconsciously looked at Mrs. Skold's belly, and asked with some curiosity and nervousness:

"How are you doing lately?"

There was no precedent for monsters being born in Silver City, and genetic characteristics often chose low sequences to reduce risks. Based on his experience communicating with the Tarot Club, Derrick believed that if Mrs. Skold's belly was really a monster as crazy and terrifying as the "Fallen Creator" in the outside world, there would definitely be some unusual behaviors during the mother's pregnancy.

For example, manipulating the mother to suck blood, eat people, and even tearing open the mother's belly, showing all kinds of evil... No less than ten horror stories from the northern and southern continents flashed through Derrick's mind.

——I heard all of them for free during free exchanges.

Mrs. Skold, with her flaxen hair, smiled and looked at Derrick in front of her with a very gentle gaze:
"Thank you for your concern. My child and I are doing well recently."

In fact, the couple was only less than ten years older than Derrick, and they were of the same generation. In the City of Silver, everyone's life was accelerated. Once they were able to pick up a weapon, they could start training. When they were teenagers, as long as their mental and physical conditions were good, they could take potions to become Beyonders. After they turned eighteen, they could freely look for a romantic partner. If they didn't have one, they would obey the council's assignment and marry another person of the opposite sex of the same age to give birth to the next generation. This had been the case for thousands of years.

The Skolds met each other during the exploration team. Derrick looked at them as if he saw himself a few years later.

"The doctor said that I need to be ready for the next thirty cycles." Mrs. Scould lowered her eyes and looked at her belly, with endless fantasies about the child who was about to be born. "I am going to be a mother too..."

Weisen Skold said hurriedly: "I will always be with you."

"I know."

Mrs. Skold smiled and answered her husband, then looked at Derrick who was already preparing to say goodbye:

"I can feel that my child likes you very much."

Derrick was stunned: "You like me very much?"

Mrs. Scould nodded seriously: "Yes, he wants to be close to you. He feels very warm when he is not far from you."

"He doesn't have this kind of closeness to others."

Derrick felt a chill on his back for no reason, but Mr. Skold and the people around him seemed to be used to it, as if it was normal for an unborn child to accurately express his likes and dislikes.

Well, if the Council of Six had not raised any warnings, if the Chief had given the child affirmation and blessing, and if the child had brought visible good luck to the Skold family, then everyone would have believed from the bottom of their hearts that this miraculous child must be the messenger of the Lord.

Since he is the messenger of the Lord, what does this matter?

At this moment, Derrick suddenly realized something.

The child likes himself very much and wants to be close to himself.

But this child had no extra feelings for the other people in Silver City, nor did he show the kindness and compassion that people imagined a "messenger of the Lord" should have. And the only difference between Derrick himself and the other people in Silver City was——

way!

There are no Beyonders with the "Sun" path in Silver City!
In addition to the Creator, the Lord's name also includes the Sun God... Derrick thought blankly. If it was really an evil creature, it would undoubtedly resist and hate the purifying light of the sun, but this unborn child actually clearly expressed that he wanted to get close to him...

Could it be that Mr. Fool had misjudged the “Fallen Creator” of the outside world?

Mr. Fool would not lie to us... Derrick thought silently. With His status and ability, there was no need for Him to lie to me when I was not even a Beyonder at that time, nor was there any need for Him to provide so much help to everyone. There must be some deeper reason behind this.

Maybe the time has not come yet, or maybe the Fallen Creator has undergone some changes that Mr. Fool has not noticed. In short, Mr. Fool certainly did not intend to hide it. He is a great and benevolent being! Derrick thought optimistically.

Weisen Skold still had patrol duties, so he sent his wife to the spectator seats at the training ground and left in a hurry. Derrick also entered the training ground and looked for a familiar face with whom he had worked several times to conduct combat training.

Mrs. Skold watched with great interest as everyone exchanged skills and honed their skills. Not long after, a figure suddenly appeared beside her.

Silver City was safe, so she was not too alert. She said to the visitor in surprise, "Chief!"

Colin Iliad gestured to her that she didn't need to stand up and salute. He looked at the center of the training ground for a while and said with emotion:

“Derrick Berg has grown rapidly and is an outstanding young man.”

Mrs. Scould also smiled: "Yes, my children like him very much, too."

"Do you like him very much..." Colin Iliad whispered as if answering or talking to himself.

…………

There was a slight knock on the door.

Edward closed the notebook in his hand, yawned, and slowly walked towards the door of the suite.

He opened the door and found a brand new newspaper on the metal basket hanging on the wall outside the door. Edward picked up the newspaper, smiled at the little girl who showed half of her head and skirt at the corner of the stairs, and closed the door with satisfaction.

Edward went back to the house and sat down. He flipped through the newspaper and took out a white letter from it. The envelope with gold-embossed patterns was sealed with wax, and the wax seal was the symbol of the path of death.

"If the Spiritual Cult wants to cooperate, I'd be happy to talk to them about Azik Eggers."

He took out the envelope and put it aside, choosing to read the newspaper first.

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After Elaine finished reading the information about the "Witch Sect", her expression suddenly became extremely exciting, even a little disillusioned.

In the long-term cooperation, "Admiral Disease" has never hidden her pursuit of me, and I have had different views on her during cooperation and communication, but the reality is that "Admiral Disease" Tracy is a member of the witch sect, she used to be a man! Through the "witch" potion, she became a woman and gained outstanding charm and beauty!
"The information about her was collected temporarily and there are no photos." Treanor mentioned casually.

"No...it's good that there is no one." Elaine murmured to herself, holding her forehead. Without the photo, she could still comfort herself that maybe Tracy was originally a polite man. But if a rude man appeared in the photo, and the investigation revealed some uneducated or chaotic life experiences, Elaine estimated that she would have a psychological trauma towards all men and women and witch sects from then on.

Treanor glanced at her, then looked at the witch who was bandaging his own wounds, and calmly picked out two documents from the documents in his hand.

——When Raymond woke him up in the middle of the night, Trenor wanted to be promoted to an angel on the spot and twist the other person's head off and kick it like a ball, but after that, he quickly took a liking to the act of dragging his subordinates out of bed to share the pain. This may be the duality of hunters.

He took the information his subordinates had obtained from the sacrifices they had investigated overnight and said:

"According to her confession, she is the child of a Sequence 3 'Immortal Witch', a high-ranking member of the Witch Cult. Caterina Pellet likes her very much and helped her climb to this position before she was even thirty years old."

I think I was 5 years old when I was Sequence ... I joined the army, went to war, and my first battle was in Feysac... He flipped through the intelligence files and glanced at Vice Admiral Disease:
"Your mother is helping you become a demigod." "Only extreme pain can bring about a strong desire to become stronger, and your next sequence is called 'despair'."

The witch and the hunter are adjacent paths, both leading to destruction and disaster, the difference is that the destruction symbolized by the hunter is quite straightforward and violent, such as war, conspiracy and heroic death, while the witch is a rather romantic negative disaster, composed of love, sadness, pain and all kinds of poetic destruction, and is even suitable as a dramatic subject.

The extreme pain is followed by despair, which seems like revenge against society no matter how you look at it.

Elaine seemed to understand something. She took the information handed to her by her elder, read it briefly, and looked at Tracy in surprise.

The "ageless witch" married Tracy's father, gave birth to him, and then turned him into a witch... Then she turned Tracy's father into a witch, and even Tracy's father gave birth to a boy after turning into a woman! Oh my God, what a twisted family relationship! Could it be that the real reproduction method of the witch family that is rumored to "only keep girls and strangle boys" is so horrible? !

Looking at Elaine's horrified expression, Lieutenant General Disease clenched his only remaining left hand into a fist, with blood oozing from between his fingers.

Blessed heir... Trena looked back at Medici, who seemed uninterested in these family affairs but was actually very concerned, and said:
"She has felt too much pain, and the potion has almost been digested. If this continues, the Witch Cult may welcome a new saint in the next few years."

Treanor picked up Medici's sharpened dagger and threw it at Elaine's feet:

"Kill her."

Elaine almost dodged. She picked up the dagger at her feet with her trembling hands and asked in a low voice: "Wha...what?"

"...After we fish Katarina out, she will be useless. I have an item that can change your appearance. Kill her, pretend to be her, and then go with us to talk to Katarina." Treanor even explained patiently, "You just need to be unconscious the whole time. She is already in so much pain, do you still want to watch her continue to suffer, or even become desperate?"

Otherwise, why would I show you this information?

However, Elaine didn't actually have much ill will towards Tracy. She had not personally experienced the evil deeds of the Witch Cult, so she didn't feel any sense of reality. When asked to kill Tracy, she hesitated for several seconds and was unable to do it.

Instead, Lieutenant General Disease slowly loosened her clenched left fist. The blood-stained bandages and scars added a touch of fragile beauty to her.

"Go ahead, Elaine."

She closed her eyes and muttered in a dreamy voice: "If it were you, you could come and end my suffering."

She really wanted to die, but these words made Elaine even more unable to swing the dagger in her hand.

The air in the room was stagnant for a full minute. Finally, she put down the dagger and said dejectedly, "I can't do it."

Before Treanor could speak, a mouth suddenly appeared on Medici's right cheek, facing Elaine, and cursed fiercely:

"Useless child!"

"Can't you see that he is helping you in the conspiracy and playing the role of 'conspirator' in advance?"

Elaine's eyes widened suddenly, she felt a little lost, but she did not regret her choice. And Trean remained very calm, and stroked Soran's fur:

"Don't be angry, ancestors. Everyone has their own aspirations."

"Witch, you have saved your life for now."

He was quite confident in saying this. After saying this, he looked at the time and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. Medici stood up, slapped Soran back, and gave orders:
"I went to meet the old witch, on the same cliff as last night."

After saying that, He quickly entered the spirit world. Treanor also stood up, grabbed the arm of "Lieutenant General of Disease" and chased after him.

After they all left, Elaine sat alone in the room which had suddenly become quiet, quietly imagining her future life.

……

Catalina Pellet stood on the severed cliff, her white skirt fluttering in the wind, revealing her slender legs, her skin as white as snow and as tender as a girl.

The woman had black hair and blue eyes, was pretty and elegant, and had an indescribable charm.

Unfortunately, the two hunters present had no interest in appreciating beauty. Trena was in a daze, so Medici asked directly:
"It's not your style to not claim the responsibility after a disaster."

"Don't you like the pain, hatred, sadness and despair that follows? Did Rune pay you a lot of hush money?"

Katerina smiled slightly and said, "You already have the answer in your heart."

Medici's eyes narrowed. "It seems that the life of a saint is not enough to make the Witch Cult cooperate with us."

"Yes, I made a special report to Her Highness the Black Saint before I left."

The smile of the "ageless witch" remained unchanged, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Really?" Medici said, "The King of Rune used a 'Conqueror' trait in exchange for your help and secrets."

"Yes, Your Highness the Red Angel."

Catalina's smile was extremely charming, and she said slowly in a soft voice: "We also need to have a spirit of contract sometimes, right?"

The Red Angel folded his arms, his eyes lingered on Katarina for a long time, and finally asked a question:
"What is the name of the witch who was directly involved in the Backlund Great Smog?"

Katerina's eyes flickered. "She is Panatia, the Nightingale of Despair. Unfortunately, she disappeared in the heavy fog. I don't know which great being took her away. There is no news of her since."

"I have answered your questions. Can you give my child back to me?"

The clues to the Great Smog have been cut off. It is still a gain to confirm the names of the participants and the information that the Witch Cult now holds a "Conqueror" feature. Medici thought that he would not get any more information by asking more questions, so he winked at Trena, who stepped forward and threw the "Lieutenant General of Disease" in his hand, who was lowering his head and not speaking, to him.

Catalina caught her child, gently placed him behind her, and smiled at Trena:
"I just realized that my daughter's friend actually has such a handsome elder."

Trena stared at the sea to the side for a few seconds, then frowned and looked at Katarina:
"Intelligence shows that you became famous in the Fourth Epoch."

"You are older than my father, who is already an angel, and yet you are still on the same level as me. If I had known that Elaine's friend had a mother like you, I would have warned her not to hang out with idiots."

Catalina was very well-mannered, or perhaps it was the information revealed in Trena's words that made her dare not act rashly. Medici laughed happily a few times, and then for the first time took the initiative to take Trena into the spirit world and left.

After walking a distance, Trena suddenly called out to Riel to voluntarily leave the spirit world and land at an abandoned dock in Bayam.

Medici followed curiously and landed on the ground. He saw Trena and Riel talking to each other for a few words. Then Riel took out a sniper rifle from the spirit world, which came with a bullet and a talisman that exuded an evil aura.

Treanor loaded the rifle swiftly, stuffed the spell into the special slot, then half-knelt on the ground and steadily set up the "Extraordinary Sniper Rifle Loadable Spell Version 3.0" developed by Sharf while working as a bricklayer in the Pilgrimage Sect. The distance was beyond the visual range, and the scope became a decoration. He locked the position through the mental connection that had not been completely eliminated, and pulled the trigger hard.

boom!
The moment the bullet was fired, the spiritual power of the talisman was completely drained, and the sniper rifle exploded with a loud bang.

On the cliff.

Catalina looked at Tracy who remained silent and smiled.

"Suffer. The more painful it is, the more you will feel your own weakness. When the pain reaches its extreme, the desire to change yourself will be strong enough to help you withstand the potion, gain divinity in the ritual, and become a demigod..."

Lieutenant General of Disease's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt as if his whole body was falling into an icy cave, and the fear of death was overwhelming!

"No!"

Catalina's eyes suddenly widened, unable to maintain her holy posture. Her hair instantly grew, and together with layers of thick ice, she wrapped Tracy layer by layer, forming a huge ice block with a diameter of tens of meters.

Tracy rolled her eyes in the ice, and they both saw a silver bullet flying from a distance!

Her heart was in her throat. The bullet broke through the ice and the protection of her hair layer by layer, but its kinetic energy gradually decreased. Finally, it stopped spinning one meter in front of Tracy and got stuck in the ice.

success……?
She remained alert and didn't dare to relax, but her heart seemed to be suddenly pinched by a big hand! Tracy's pupils shrank suddenly, her heart stopped beating, and then the suppressed pain engulfed her like a tsunami, and along with the fear, her heart and brain exploded into fireworks. Her eyes rolled up, blood and tears kept flowing from her eye sockets, and finally there was a muffled sound in her heart, and her heart slowly turned dark, like a fist-sized bruise.

Wow!

The ice shattered, and Tracy's body fell to the ground with blood flowing from all seven orifices and eyes wide open, still warm.

Catalina lowered her eyes and looked at the child's body, her eyes dazed for a moment.

"Extreme emotions trigger an explosion... Angel-level abilities..."

Her voice was filled with fear, and the heavy and deep residual spirituality of the bullet overflowed, as if a terrifying shadow was standing behind her, slowly strangling her neck, making her tremble all over and almost fall to the ground.

"He is...his father is..."

Treanor picked up the wreckage and put it in a bag, and then sent it to the R&D department of the Pilgrimage Cult as a variable reference. He stood up straight, stared into the distance for a moment, and felt that the weak link had completely disappeared.

Medici laughed out loud and patted Trena's shoulder vigorously. He suddenly felt refreshed and free.

TBC
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Publish intelligence about the witch sect and invite Elaine to join the conspiracy. If Elaine is willing, kill Tracy.

If Elaine doesn't want to, then maximize Tracy's pain and then kill her.

(End of this chapter)