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

Chapter 290 Rhapsody of the Abyss

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high tide.

The sea of ​​blood continued to rise.

The drainage system was completely paralyzed, the docks had long been reduced to ruins, and the endless seawater rushed noisily to every corner of the city. The downtown area, which had no drainage system but countless small, densely packed, dilapidated houses, was swallowed up in an instant, and countless people were swept into the sea or the red tide. They sank into eternal darkness and would never float up again.

"That's how it should be. I've longed for the collapse of this world."

Thunder and heavy rain filled the whole world.

Fragile buildings collapsed one after another. The abyss was only close, and the entire sea area was terribly polluted. Looking down from a very high altitude, the red sea water continued to spread around. It was stopped near Pasu Island, and was swept by the suddenly changed ocean current to the east to the Sea of ​​God War Ruins. The red sea rushed to Sonia Island and Rorsted Islands. Another force prevented the disaster from coming, but the small islands along the way were washed away silently, just like the edges of a boulder were smoothed, and only empty land remained on the island.

The wind suddenly rose and the doomsday scene continued.

A smile appeared on the pale face of the decayed king. He looked up at the sky and said with a smile in a language that no one could understand:

"Watch me ascend to the throne of God once again!"

The half body above the starry sky did not respond immediately, but He had already reached the land made up of hideous bones.

"Come."

He lowered his head slightly and smiled coldly: "Useless dry bones, become the cornerstone of my kingdom. This will be your most glorious moment."

The sea of ​​blood was boiling and surging. A huge black shadow tried to float up, but the seaweed-like vines and branches grabbed it tightly from below and dragged it into a deeper trench. Only angry roars rushed into the minds of every Beyonder in the Demonic Path.

His dying struggle had little effect. The pollution from the Mother Tree of Desire that had tortured him for thousands of years was replaced by new pollution, which was more dangerous and more aggressive. Fabuti's throat was strangled by an invisible hand, and his mind was stuffed into a cold country. He could not make a sound, nor could he think of any resistance. He enjoyed this beautiful peace and quietly disintegrated in absolute silence with his eyes open.

The lifeless world extends outward with Him as its foundation, and the heinous sins and the most essential darkness in people's hearts construct the prototype of the new kingdom of God.

He raised his head and looked at the sea in the distance and the sun in the sky. After a moment, the sharp blade slashed towards the abyss with the momentum of Moses splitting the sea, splitting it in two, but it was too late.

But they only launched a tentative attack and did not attack in groups.

The Outer God smiled again.

"You are not united..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Foreign God dissipated like an invisible wind, and He merged into the Kingdom of God that was being built.

The peace and tranquility were shattered in an instant, replaced by blood-filled madness.

The disaster expanded rapidly.

For some reason, people in other areas began to feel a sense of panic, as if the end of the world was near.

They either bowed their heads to pray to the gods they believed in, or raised their heads to look up at the sky and witness the terrifying and depressing darkness.

The wind was howling, and it seemed like someone was humming softly.

"At the beginning of time, there was nothing in the world..."

"There is no sand or sea, only the abyss."

This ancient ballad from the old era was sung softly by the alien. With each word he sang, the corresponding symbol quickly grew stronger. The whole world suddenly became silent, as if it had returned to the beginning of everything, with nothing but the abyss lurking in the earth.

The livestock roared in panic, overturned their owners and the goods on their bodies, and people began to gather frantically towards the church. The number of trampling accidents instantly exceeded the number of cases in the entire year.

On the outskirts of the city, the red tide rushed into many unprotected lands, swallowing up the farmland and water sources there.

"Before the sun knew where it was..."

"The moon does not yet know its own light and power..."

"The stars don't know where to shine..."

No one could understand the language, but they all understood the meaning of the song the moment they heard it. The approaching light was blocked by a haze that came from nowhere, and the wind died down, and the waves soon subsided.

The sky was pitch black and everything was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, thousands of roars and thunders exploded in the sky, and the strong winds blew away the unknown but extremely ominous songs, covering the anxiety among the people with the threat of a tyrant. It was like an earthquake, all the houses were shaking violently, the ocean and the earth made a low vibration, everything on the table and cabinet fell down madly, the gas lamps broke into pieces on the ground, the glass on the houses fell like rain, and people screamed and cried out in pain.

Panic is the prelude, and loss of control is imminent.

"The abyss is here."

"I am here."

In an instant, the riot in the mind and emotions swept the entire world.

People were roaring in fear, their emotions out of control, and in the panic they had lost order and fear of death. Like wild beasts facing a natural disaster, they were killing each other irrationally and committing all kinds of irrational self-destructive acts.

Near the coast, someone's gun blew up the gas pipeline with a rage of malice ignited in an instant. Raging flames exploded from the streets and buildings in the city. Dangerous flammable and explosive gases gushed out of the pipeline, turning into raging columns of fire, spraying and breathing freely on the streets.

The sea suddenly lost all light.

A huge and hideous silhouette appeared in the darkness under the sky illuminated by lightning, as if it was a collection of malice that had existed since the birth of mankind, the embodiment of all horror itself.

Countless dead branches and roots spread out into the distance, spreading out a desolate and decaying world with a desolate and dead atmosphere.

The great existence from the Second Age to the present, the ancient "Demon King", the "Dark Side of the Universe", fell.

Then, the abyss that had not yet taken shape suddenly underwent new changes. The cities on the southeast coast suddenly broke into pieces, the continent shattered, and the debris flowed towards the further expanded kingdom of God. The dark blue flames spread on the ground and the sea, and the sulfur lake burned fiercely.

"There will be no more justice or virtue here."

"Good people cannot survive here, and the wicked are under my protection."

He raised his hand, and filth and sin flowed like oil toward everything in the world.

They cannot be stopped because malice exists in the hearts of all living beings.

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In the southern continent.

Prince Grove was obsessed with the exquisite collection and carried the wishing lantern with him wherever he went.

"So what about the Red of War? I only need one wish..."

He was annoyed by his subordinates' frequent reports and pessimistic tone. What was there to worry about? As long as he had the wishing lamp in his hand, victory was already within his grasp! The smile on his lips slowly widened, he reached out and polished the lamp, and laughed softly:
"The eternal djinn!"

"Please fulfill my wish."

"Let all the enemies in Berens who disrespect Emperor Rune die!"

Backlund.

The maid closed the windows of the mansion, blocking out the shouting and explosions outside.

Audrey sat at the desk, looking worriedly at the terrifying riot of the crowd outside the window. Anne came up and poured Audrey a cup of warm tea, her face also looking a little uneasy:

"Miss, don't look at those. The church and Sivellas Field will come out to maintain law and order."

Audrey nodded with a worried look on her face. Just as she was about to pick up the teacup, suddenly, there was a loud bang at the closed window. A stone was thrown up by someone and shattered the glass of the Hall family mansion!

The noise outside suddenly surged in again, and it was impossible to stop it. This stone seemed to be a fuse. In an instant, the sound of glass shattering rang out around them one after another, and sharp laughter and obscene curses rushed into the ears of the two ladies. Audrey watched all this in amazement. With the hearing of a Beyonder, she even heard someone shouting on the street, cursing all the rich and nobles to die immediately. The person who cursed was quickly arrested by the bodyguards and the police officers of Sivellas Field, but before Audrey could react, a gunshot rang out and blood splattered.

Looking at the splattering blood, she was stunned.

Gunshots rang out continuously, police officers and bodyguards fell down, and the outside world fell into complete madness.

Anne, the maid, quickly drew the curtains, and holding the silver tray in her arms, she also cursed loudly:

"I really don't know what they are crazy about! These country folks only know how to resent the rich, but they don't think about who gave them the opportunity to work! They deserve to die. Why don't I have a gun?"

Audrey, who had just come to her senses, fell into a daze again. She stared blankly at her gentle and kind maid, and suddenly realized something:
"A mass emotional riot broke out!"

Anne and the people outside were being controlled in a "malicious" direction. Was it done by the Beyonders from the "audience" pathway?

Audrey perked up. She stood up immediately, leaving Anne with a reassurance and a psychological hint that she should sit and read a book until the chaos outside was over. Then she took her extraordinary items, lifted her skirt and walked out quickly.

As soon as she arrived in the hallway of the mansion, Audrey was shocked by what she saw.

She saw the usually quiet mixed-race maid was beating another maid crazily, cursing the other for all the discrimination and exclusion she had caused. The maid was covered in blood, her teeth and nose were broken, and blood was constantly flowing out of her eyes. She looked like she was dying. Audrey quickly used her extraordinary ability to stop the mixed-race maid, and walked forward, only to find that the victim had already died.

Her crime did not deserve death... Audrey felt a chill in her heart, and almost instantly she had the idea of ​​kicking the mixed-race maid out of the house, but she struggled to control her thoughts, constantly examining herself and erasing the malicious thoughts.

The mixed-race maid who was pushed away by her was affected by the "hand of fear" and sat there trembling. When Audrey tried to approach her to comfort her, the mixed-race maid looked at the radiant Miss Hall and suddenly laughed nervously:

"Miss Audrey, why don't you and your brother die?"

Audrey's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

"Your brother always brags about his military exploits, but he killed my grandparents." The mixed-race maid laughed nervously, "I hate you, and I hate all of you. I hate you damned people from the Northern Continent..." She suddenly stood up, and her bloody fingers went straight to Audrey, but the next moment, she was shocked by the "Dragon's Might" and fell down, and she did not stand up for a long time.

"...I will hand you over to the police."

Audrey tried to calm her breathing. She felt a little dizzy, so she turned around and ran to the area where her parents were.

All the servants along the way seemed to have gone mad. They attacked and cursed each other madly for all kinds of trivial matters, big and small.

There were also male servants who kept looking Audrey up and down with disgusting eyes when she passed by, which made Audrey feel nauseous and made them all fall down immediately.

Suddenly, when she passed by her father's study, she heard a voice coming from inside:

Hibbert's dissatisfied voice:

"Father, why do you still provide so much money to that useless charity? Those immoral poor people will never know how to be grateful. Their lives will only pollute the social environment, make us afraid to walk at night, and even increase the price of food! If they really starve to death because they have no food to eat, wouldn't that be a better thing?"

Lord Hall's laughter:
"Haha, Hibbert, you still have a lot to learn. Emperor Roselle once said that sharpening an axe will not delay the time of chopping wood. Blindly exploiting workers and civilians will not allow them to create more value for us. Sometimes we have to give up some money to make them feel that they are being treated well, so that they can live longer, respect us more, and work for us willingly..."

Audrey stopped.

She looked at the study door and her outstretched hand slowly fell down.

……

"not bad."

The inherent malice in people's hearts was aroused, and sin and filth flowed everywhere there were people. This hideous silhouette looked at the chaotic world and made a thunderous sound.

Since the beginning of the First Age, countless years have passed, and the "Abyss" has finally descended upon the earth once again.

"Oh, the immature gods..."

“You guys gave me a lot of fun.”

His gaze pierced through the extremely distant space, and he said arrogantly and indifferently:

"Now, let me teach you how the Star Reavers fight."

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Klein opened his eyes and found himself in a dark place.

Soon, he regained his sight and realized that it was not the room that was dim, as it was not yet noon, but the entire world outside that was dim. The sky in the distance was actually pitch black, and blood was gradually swallowing up the sea.

There was a man standing by the window, with golden hair at the roots and dark black at the ends, watching the situation in the sky silently.

The true Creator... Klein thought silently. He looked at the other person's hair a few more times and felt that there seemed to be a lot more gold in his hair than the last time they met.

Just as he was trying to think and sort out what had happened before, the real creator standing by the window turned his head and asked him unhappily:

"Did you bring the potion ingredients?"

Klein was stunned and nodded quickly.

"Drink it." The True Creator looked extremely upset. "I am also one of the audience. Your promotion will definitely be successful."

Klein tried to guess why the other party was in a bad mood, but he couldn't help but wonder how many people had seen his impromptu drama. He was worried that there were not enough audiences and that he was not well prepared, but it seemed that many uninvited audiences had already quietly taken their seats, such as Adam, the True Creator, and perhaps the Goddess of Night was one of them.

Their "watching" did help him, but the feeling of being uninvited made Klein think of himself as a lion or bear used for performances in a circus, or a little puppet jumping in the hands of a street performer.

Klein nodded and walked silently towards the table in the room. Materials flew out one by one, including golden vines and uglier rubber masks. Under the guidance of spirituality, they gradually blended together and poured into a small metal bottle.

He grasped the bottle of potion, brought it to his mouth, and drank it.

The cold potion slid down Klein's throat, bringing a slight numbness to him, a numbness that went straight into the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, Klein felt that his spiritual body, along with his flesh and blood, was divided into countless tiny parts.

His thoughts were then divided into pieces, which combined with different flesh and blood and developed their own consciousness:
Here is Klein who is in pain, here is Klein who is arrogant, here is Klein who is cold, here is Klein who is gentle, here is Klein who is enjoying himself, here is Zhou Mingrui, here is Sherlock Moriarty, here is German Sparrow, and here is Dwayne Dantès!

His entire spirit seemed to be put into a crusher by someone.

Two meters away, the True Creator quietly watched him, watching the pale flesh buds emerge one by one. They seemed to have their own vitality, growing outwards continuously and turning into transparent worms. They flashed one three-dimensional layered mysterious symbol after another. They penetrated higher levels and connected to the underlying laws, intuitively expressing abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.

And under the clothes, there were also traces of wriggling rising and falling, as if trying to go their separate ways!
Is it a manifestation of the "Faceless Man" and the "Master of Secret Dolls" playing different roles for a long time? After reaching the high sequence, it is enough to turn the false into the true... The real Creator has not seen the Beyonders of the three mysterious paths promoted to Demigods for a long time, and it feels a little fresh for a while.

Countless chaotic roars and mutterings rang in Klein's ears. His will broke into pieces and merged into different worms. His senses were layered, and everything around him kept overlapping and covering each other. He felt everything around him in a fragmented way.

But the scenes of the audience appeared in his mind. They were so vivid. The audience's gazes made Klein gradually regain his self-awareness.

I……

who am I?
Klein had already answered this question during the "Faceless Man" stage. He didn't need to think about it any further and quickly figured out the identity:
A person from the past, reshaped by the fragments of Crane's memories;

One was a "night watcher" at first, then a pirate hunter, and now a wealthy man who has seen many people;
A person who is not worthy of the name of a divine messenger of the Aurora Society, who is still somewhat lost and unable to fit in with the world around him;

A person who is cautious and afraid of danger, but can give everything for persistence;
A guardian, a wretch.

The whole was finally formed, and all kinds of knowledge poured out from the depths of the demigod's body, sweeping across Klein's mind, bringing him an indescribable shock. It seemed as if his head was about to explode.

However, as he had already begun to possess divinity and had many experiences, he passed this stage relatively easily by looking down on others and watching from the sidelines.

The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes shrank back into his body, and he turned back into Klein Moretti with black hair and brown eyes.

The real Creator watched the whole process and did not make any comments. Although he looked like he knew that the Heavenly Venerable's backup plan would definitely not fail in his promotion, he was still a little relieved in his heart.

"...I know that you not only have memories of living in the Northern Continent, but you have also been to the Rorsted Archipelago and the Southern Continent."

The True Creator spoke in a deep voice, and did not ask the new "weird magician" about rituals or any other questions related to the occult, but chatted about unimportant things like a friend who had not seen each other for a long time.

"How are you feeling lately?"

Klein was silent for a few seconds. He thought of a lot and had a lot to say, but in the end he just nodded:
"very smooth."

The True Creator drew the curtains and stopped looking at the scenery outside the window. He turned his face to Klein seriously:
"Although it's only been a year, I believe you've seen a lot and have a general understanding of this world."

Klein nodded quietly.

"You know what I mean, and I'll tell you straight, I still hope it's you who's in that position."

The True Creator answered calmly, "Now that you have become a Sequence 4 and have gained divinity, you will soon realize that divinity will have a huge impact on your personality, making you unconsciously close to the Path itself. But even so, I still hope it's you."

"You are in a very dangerous situation now, but I still have room to take action."

After hearing these words, Klein couldn't help but sigh:

"You don't need to do so much for me. I don't have the ambition to become a god, and I can't be a good god. All I can do is protect the people around me... Maybe I can also make some donations and assistance to the charity industry? Now that Ince Zangwill is dead, my greatest wish has come to an end. Dear True Creator, can you let the 'Source Castle' leave me so that I can return to my normal life?"

"..."

The True Creator also sighed, but still spoke without letting anyone refuse: "You still need it for the time being. The rescue plan for the City of Silver has not yet begun. After all that is done, perhaps you will have new ideas."

You look like an elder who would always say, "You'll change your mind when you grow up." Klein no longer objected and could only nod.

TBC
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Oh, damn, it’s finally finished!

Haha, I'll take leave tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Don’t ask me about my saved drafts. If I don’t have any, I really don’t have any. I’ve been torturing myself by typing every day since I was around 190 words long!

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