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

Chapter 304 Spectator Seat

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Where am I?
He could hear the rumble of artillery fire and what seemed to be the strange roars of wild beasts, which reminded him of his childhood when he lived in a cabin in the mountains with his parents. In winter, there were always hungry wolves wandering on the snow.

My father was an excellent hunter, and his home was filled with fur clothing and blankets. Unfortunately, his favorite deerskin hat was lost when he moved from the mountains to the City of Tranquility.

Vincent lay on the ground, slowly waking up from a brief faint, but it seemed as if he had returned to the nightmare again.

He felt very sleepy and cold, with a sharp pain in the back of his head. The ground was right in front of him, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust. Vincent wanted to close his eyes again and have a good sleep, but there was a voice in his heart telling him to wake up and not lose consciousness.

That's right, he shouldn't be lying on the ground, let alone lying on the ground covered in blood. He vaguely remembered that he was just moving around the city, fighting someone, but how come he fell down in the blink of an eye?
Vincent's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but his vision gradually became clear. He frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered everything. A huge fear and dread exploded in his heart, and he couldn't wait to support himself and stand up.

But then, he found that his hands and feet were somewhat out of control. When he tried to reach out to grab something, his hands and feet would twitch strangely. He was familiar with this symptom. The doctor in the hospital said that it was caused by damage to a certain part of the brain.

“Go back…go back!”

Vincent's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he twisted strangely on the ground like a child who had just gained limbs. He took out a talisman from his trouser pocket with great effort, poured the last bit of spirituality into it, and said hoarsely:
"treat!"

The talisman ignited with a turquoise light, flowing through his body like water, and his shattered body received a little life-saving grace. The pain was gradually suppressed by the numbness and itchiness of muscle regeneration, and his heart beat strongly, and Vincent regained a little strength again.

But his condition did not improve, and the pain of almost spiritual exhaustion continued to torment his brain. Vincent tried to vent his pain by shouting and cursing, but his vocal cords were also so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, and he could only endure it all.

It’s not time to give up yet…

The kid was still waiting for him, and the people in the town and his own team were still waiting for him.

Go back...must go back...

He stretched out his left hand, grasped the cracked bricks and stones on the ground in front of him, his shaking arm bleeding profusely. He moved his body forward a few centimeters, stretched out his right hand, grasped the broken base of the gas street lamp in front of him, and moved it the distance of two palms.

Thick smoke floated above his head. He groped and crawled on the ground, struggling to support his body by leaning on the broken lamppost.

Vincent wiped his face vigorously, took a deep breath, and felt around his face with his hands, feeling for the short, thick hairs that were slowly growing from the sides of his cheeks. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to his limit, and perhaps it was time to summon a spirit next time.

But he couldn't stop using his extraordinary powers, or he would die here.

Vincent tried to take a step forward. Although he staggered a little and walked in great pain, at least he did not fall down.

After walking a few steps, there was another huge explosion on the other side. He saw a figure running out nervously from the collapsed house. He was tall, with blue eyes, and was a soldier who had lost his way.

When the two met each other, they were both stunned.

After a moment of daze, Vincent's eyes suddenly became deep. The fingers of the soldier opposite who had somehow escaped from the team slipped before he even touched the hilt of the sword. He fell softly to the ground, his heartbeat and breathing became calmer and calmer, and finally returned to nothingness in the ultimate tranquility.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly reached out to hold his head, lost his balance and fell to the ground again.

Unintelligible whispers murmured in his ears, and Nightmare was tortured by hallucinations.

This time the headache did not stop, and he was covered in cold sweat. His vision became dark and distorted, as if countless ghosts were watching him. But Vincent thought he could not fall here. He supported himself with his hands and barely stood up. He bent his body and hid in the dark. The airship rose up again without knowing when, and a series of blazing white flame spears fell to the ground like javelins.

He wanted to look back, just to see where His Eminence the Archbishop was.

But he gritted his teeth and dragged his injured legs to run forward.

Run! Run! Run faster!

Amidst the flames and ruins, Vincent squeezed out his last bit of spirit and strength.

The air had become scorching hot, and ash snow was falling from the sky. Every breath he took felt like a burning blade cutting through his throat. If he hadn't used his extraordinary abilities to protect his respiratory tract and lungs, he would have suffocated to death like an ordinary person at the fire scene.

At first, he stumbled and his injured legs were useless, but he gradually ran faster and faster. The faster he ran, the lighter his body seemed to be, as if he was about to merge with the snow wind that hovered in the sky of the Amanda Mountains all year round. He didn't know that his joints began to bend backwards, and his sharp claws pierced his boots. He just felt that the feeling of running was so good, and the feeling of stepping on the snow barefoot was addictive. He even wanted to bend down and land on all fours like a wild wolf.

Madness was creeping on him, but he had never felt better.

The wolf-like and human-like monster ran happily on the road connecting the two towns, forgetting everything else. Soon, he arrived at the fields outside Red Moon Town. A thin layer of white snow covered the land, and a woman walking on the road with a basket appeared in his sight.

He remembered this woman, she was a grammar teacher in the school, and he had met her several times. Vincent ran over happily and wanted to call her, but a wolf-like roar came out of his throat.

The teacher was so frightened by the sudden terrifying roar that she almost dropped the basket in her hand. She looked at the source of the roar in astonishment and screamed even louder in fear:

"monster!"

"There's a monster!!"

Vincent stopped suddenly, he looked at the familiar woman, she dropped the basket while crying shrilly, and ran towards the town without looking back. He wanted to call her, but he could only make a terrifying roar.

monster……

He saw his outstretched hand, or rather claw, and shuddered as if waking from a dream.

Have I become a monster?

Vincent's body began to tremble violently. He thought of those extraordinary people who had been eliminated by him after they lost control, and those companions who had grown extra limbs like spiders. Despair suddenly seized his mind.

He looked at the nearby town in pain, and with his last bit of sanity, he turned around and ran towards the distance.

Just as he was running for his life, a man came slowly walking on the ridge of a field in the distance, leaving a neat row of footprints behind him.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman, Vincent stopped abruptly. He tried hard to restrain his instinct to spread nightmares and torture creatures for fun, and turned around to escape in another direction.

But the next moment, the gentleman appeared directly in front of him, pressed the brim of his hat towards him, and said with a relaxed smile:
"You look very suitable for going out at night."

"Sir, this is my first time in Winter County and I'm a little lost. Do you know where the Holy Temple of the Church of Evernight is?"

Vincent froze in his place and growled instinctively.

"Why can we tell that you are a human? Because your soul is shining."

"Do we need to go further southeast? I see. Thank you for your answer." The demon raised his head and calmly asked the wolf-like and human-like monster, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

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Before discussing the topic of "how to get along well with pillars", a prerequisite must be made clear.

That is: it is best to get along with "God", don't dream of getting along well with the "Lord of Mysteries", and the most important thing about "Eternal Darkness" is participation.

If we use the relatively crude human nine-square grid to divide the camps, the Outer Gods probably have a consensus like this: God is in the absolute neutral place in the center. To use the more bizarre words of the old era, he is a neutral map boss. Although he will consciously expand the scope of the sheepfold, as long as you run fast and know the situation, you will not be beaten to death or obey under the intimidation of the iron fist. Even gods with their own followers can choose to hand over their followers or surrender together and become sheep to save their lives.

Of course, it is not shameful to help a pillar. It is better to say that the relationship between superiors and subordinates based on force suppression is the most stable.

Generally speaking, if you don't attack God and His sheepfold, you won't incur the hatred of this neutral BOSS.

If you provide some help to God from the right position and angle, you may occasionally gain some limited favor.

Eternal darkness is not difficult to deal with. Before the end of the universe, eternal darkness is just an ordinary old day.

But the Lord of Mysteries.

Normally, it's hard to know what it would take for the Lord of Mysteries to stop having bad thoughts about you.

Since this bastard Lord of Mysteries... this god... possesses powers beyond those of the Old Ones, has the capital to manipulate all people and gods, and because of his evil and unpredictable personality, don't try to have a good relationship with him, just run away.

"Is this the reason why you support me to become the Creator?" "Right? Because you have a good temper, you at least know how to help each other and be kind than Adam, and your belief is also firm enough. What else could it be? Is it because I love humans so I want to give them a good God?"

Before leaving Intis, Edward, who was called to have tea, said to the True Creator very sincerely: "I do have some limited malice towards you, but whether it will come true depends on you. As long as you don't have bad intentions, what's the point of my temptation? I don't think you really need to check my status anytime and anywhere. I have always been quite gentle to you. You see, I have never said a harsh word to you."

After saying this, Edward reached out to touch the mug that belonged to him on the table. The hot cocoa inside was still warm.

"I thought I'd been good to you so far."

Edward said: "We Outer Gods do act according to our own interests. It does not involve anything else. You should feel more at ease."

As long as there is a conflict of interest, we are the best allies.

The True Creator was silent for two seconds: "Is this also the reason why you must target Klein?"

Edward frowned and asked, "Your confidence has always been strange to me. Why do you think Klein can become a better Lord of the Mysteries instead of being swallowed up by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun as soon as he becomes a god?"

"Because of humanity? Because he's a good man?"

"Well, I'm not human, I don't understand where your confidence comes from. You are the Almighty, you are the pillar, you can be fearless, and you can use your symbol to back up Klein. Anyway, even if the Celestial Lord is really alive, he can't kill you, but I'm different. Rather than using 'human pride and great humanity' to gamble whether I am the Celestial Lord, I would rather nip all the signs in the bud."

The true Creator replied calmly:

"In other words, you don't support Klein because you don't believe that Klein can maintain a relatively stable self in divinity like me."

"Don't be so anxious to be proud, dear ally. I have spent a lot of effort to make you change from the Old Testament to the New Testament. And your self will gradually lean towards the previous one. This is the eternal and unchanging destination."

"Well, in the final analysis, you were able to jump directly from Sequence 3 to Sequence 0, and transform from a conscious clone into your true self, because you had the courage to bear the memories of the dead on the East Continent." Edward said with a smile, "Otherwise you would be stuck at 3 or 2."

"guessed."

"I like talking to smart people."

Edward spoke in a teasing tone:
"You still think you are yourself now, but what about after you become a dreamer? What you think will become reality. Won't you try to change the existing world according to your own will? Isn't this just dreaming up a power station? What about after the storm? You will become the terrible tyrant in the Old Testament again, and those who don't believe will suffer. What about after you have knowledge? There is nothing in the known world that you cannot understand. You are completely detached from it and you are perfect. Then will you still spend time on the intrigues of the gods in order to better preserve this planet? Will you still dream about power stations? Will you still care about the material life of your flock?"

"There's no need to even talk about this. Just take a trip into the Chaos Sea, and you'll be a completely different person when you get out of it!"

These words touched upon the point that had been troubling the True Creator the most recently, and He was speechless for a moment.

The words on the surface were still very tactful, but the Decayed King had already sneered several times in his heart. The method of reviving the spirit of God was already relatively mild. You, who were already the ancient sun god, were also frightened to the point of calling a group of people to help you commit suicide on the spot? How could an ordinary earthling who was proficient in exploiting loopholes, lying, deceiving, inducing, and disguising himself withstand the attack of the Lord of Mystery, whose combined life span was probably less than 60 years, who was a master of loopholes, lies, fraud, inducement, and disguise?

Even if he was given the same amount of time as the real Creator... at least give Klein another two thousand, three thousand years, or even longer to find himself and stabilize himself. Only then would the Decayed King reluctantly believe that he could tie with the Heavenly Lord in the Will Resurrection Tournament.

Win? I haven't heard this joke for a long time.

"I am—only a—weak—old-day, and have no desire at all to take part in the entertainments among your pillars."

After complaining with strong personal emotions, Edward slowed down his tone and said, "I have no intention of dying yet, so I have to be responsible for my own life. Besides, what impact does the secret have on your plan? We should be in agreement on this aspect."

The real creator wanted to retort that jumping into the sea might not succeed, but then he changed his mind and realized that he would probably protect the earth whether he succeeded or not, and in the eyes of the outer gods, that would be no change, so he simply shook his head in dismay.

"I'm going to Rune on a business trip for a while."

"You won't leave if I don't open it?"

"I'll still go." Edward had no sense of being a worker, and acted like he was in charge of his own legs. "You don't want to ask me where I'm going?"

The True Creator narrowed his eyes:
"I guess you're going to rob the Serenity Church."

"Why don't you guess that I'm going to kill the Bound God?"

"If you were going to kill the Bound God, you wouldn't offer to do the job."

"As expected of you, you are my ally. You really understand me." Edward grinned. "My characteristics are still there. I will definitely take them away."

After getting it, he would have to collect three copies of Sequence One and the unique dual-path True God in full state. The True Creator chuckled twice and began to think about whether he had any reason to stop it - unfortunately, he really had no say in the Outer God's actions against the Night, because it was agreed that the Outer God could retaliate in kind.

"I also want to let the three of them compete with each other so as not to disrupt the balance." The implication is not to overdo it.

If the Tranquility Church, which serves as the headquarters, is severely damaged, the Goddess of Night will soon be defeated by the God of War - similarly, the True Creator can also use this opportunity to gain the power of the storm. Although it will take time to digest the uniqueness and sequence one, it won't take too long. Adjacent pathways have similarities, and ambitious true gods will also play the adjacent pathways in advance.

The God of War, who has become a dual-path true god, will naturally take over part of Loen's territory. In this way, the God of Death in the southern continent will be in danger, and the contest for eternal darkness will soon be decided.

To be brutal, the pillars are necessary for the Earth, and the eternal darkness is just the icing on the cake, and may even be an unstable factor. Therefore, the true creator does not want the above events to come true.

"Okay."

Edward drank the hot cocoa in one gulp. "I will pay attention to it. This is the request of our allies after all."

"My actions will definitely affect the course of the battle. So how do you want things to develop?"

The True Creator thought for a moment and gave a positive answer:

"The Church of the God of War needs to be damaged to a certain extent, so that the Night will not collapse so quickly. However, Feysac's army must constantly put pressure on Loen and the Church of the Night, so that the Goddess of the Night can be urged to fulfill her promise to me as soon as possible."

Edward smacked his lips.
"...In fact, I don't think Storm is a moron. The Goddess of Night controls the Red Moon, and He happens to have everything that the gods of Feysac want."

They all have sufficient reasons and motivations to sell out their teammates, that is, to save their own lives. Now the two gods of Loen (the Church of Steam has officially evacuated) are probably in a very delicate relationship, and it depends on who sells out his teammates faster.

"maybe."

The True Creator said:
"I remember that there seemed to be a tacit agreement among the Seven Gods, allowing King George III of Rune to try to become the Black Emperor."

Edward coughed, "I know about this, too. This king's actions were so ostentatious that almost all High-Sequences who were familiar with Roselle could see it. And He has not yet been killed by a bolt of lightning or died in his sleep, proving that the Seven Gods do not intend to stop Him directly. But at the same time, the Seven Gods did not give Him any help. Instead, they allowed the church and the royal family to test each other. I have to say that you Earth Gods are really weird. You just like to stand by and watch."

The True Creator nodded in agreement with this view: "Under the current environment, Night and Storm may change from their initial disapproval and indifferent attitude to support. The Black Emperor is also a variable that requires more attention."

"That's right. I'll help you keep an eye on the situation in Loen later."

"Go to Loen to inquire about the situation? Haha, you want to go to Backlund after robbing the Tranquility Church? You want to secretly attack Klein again, right?"

"Why do you say that to me? Is there any genuine trust between us?"

"Just tell me whether you will do it or not."

Edward picked up his hat and cane, looked around and said goodbye: "I don't want to chat with you anymore. I'm leaving first."

The True Creator watched Him disappear quickly into the conference room, reached out and pinched his cheek, and fell into deep thought.

The Bound God is indeed a problem...

How can we best deal with Him, restrict the Outer Gods, and not destroy the current precarious balance?

TBC
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Today is still a day of extreme competition between the unbreakable duo.

(End of this chapter)