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

Chapter 305 Death Fight
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While the true creator was still thinking about how to shape the world, Edward had already entered Winter County.

"It's really cold, and it's almost August."

Edward complained, pulling up his fine wool scarf to cover his mouth and nose, with a little white mist coming out of the gaps in the scarf. He lowered the brim of his hat and walked into Moon Town, which had not yet been tainted by fear, following the route pointed out by the red gloves he met on the road.

But it just hasn't been impregnated.

All of these towns were built on the mountains, along the gentle, sheltered stretches of the Amanda Mountains. From the heights of Moon Town, one could clearly see the explosions and flames in the distance.

Wintershire, a quiet city, is home to mostly devout monks and wealthy people who rarely visit each other for frequent dances and social events. The war has made communication between these already inconvenient towns even less frequent. This town is now enveloped in an uneasy mood, although most of them don't know that the neighboring town has been engulfed in war.

The flames and explosions were signals of the approaching war, and the increasing number of wounded and refugees broke the tranquility of the peaceful city. People were leaving and dying every day, but the trains carrying people back home had not yet arrived. These people, who were used to a relatively hard life, prayed and confessed all day and night, placing their faith in the mercy of the gods, and almost no one could fall asleep.

Whether it is because of their devout faith or because they feel it is safe near the temple, there are many people who refuse to retreat here.

There were not many people on the streets. Among those who could move here and live here for a long time, there were no middle class people. Most of them were wealthy people and middle-class nobles who had a lot of property and could not only live here but also donate a lot to the church. Therefore, there were no beggars or vagrants. Even if people left their doors unlocked at night, it was no problem at all. It was a very good community.

The whole town was quiet, but not asleep. In every inhabited house there were souls filled with anxiety and panic.

"Help them evacuate..."

Edward muttered, and considering the content of the other party's commission, he chose to take a detour to the steam train station in the mountains first.

The station was empty, the high windows were open, and the temperature inside was frighteningly low. Snow and cold wind poured in through the gaps, and a thin layer of ice formed on the tracks that seemed to have not been used for some time.

Edward broke the lock of the frosted front door and opened all the doors. He walked around inside and found the location of the gas pipe, but there was no response after turning on the valve. It was probably closed after being used a week ago, and no one had put a penny in it.

The demon reached into his pocket and felt around - no copper penny.

But there are always more solutions than problems. Edward took out a feather pen and a small notebook from his inner pocket and wrote quickly on a new page:

"The Moontown steam train station will begin operating at 2:15 a.m."

"The heating system is normal, the gas pipeline is in normal condition, and it can be used as long as the valve is turned on."

After writing these two sentences, Edward blew on his hand, looked at his watch, held the quill between his fingers and waited.

The second hand moved one by one, and at the first second of 2:15, the rumbling sound of steam came from deep within the station. The gas pipes vibrated, and gas wall lamps and hanging lamps lit up one after another. The whole station woke up in an instant.

The high windows also closed automatically and the heating slowly increased.

Edward took the notebook and walked to the overpass above the steam train tracks and looked down. The thin ice on the tracks was slowly melting.

He pressed the notebook against the guardrail and continued writing:

"The station will be operational because a completely empty train will be transporting the people of Moontown to Stone Station in East Chester County tonight. The train will arrive promptly at 2:30 and leave before daybreak."

It would not be normal to have a train without a conductor or station staff. Edward randomly spat out a drop of blood, and dozens of newly born spiritual lives stood up from the blood. Some of them were wearing military uniforms, and some were wearing the uniform of Loen Station staff. There were men and women, old and young. They were all demon followers that were temporarily fabricated and infused with memories and knowledge. Even if they were killed, they were just spiritual materials.

As soon as they were born, they quickly moved like real living people, and the huge station suddenly became popular.

The station gradually became warmer, with staff members coming and going and soldiers in military uniforms standing by, as if this was really a civilian evacuation train arranged by the Loen military.

Edward nodded in satisfaction, pulled his scarf, and walked out of the station.

According to the commission, He will go to the church to inform about this matter next.

He walked around the town and came to the Moon Church in the eastern corner. It was still early, just five minutes had passed. Edward took off his hat and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, a young woman wearing red gloves opened the door a palm-width crack and looked him up and down warily.

"Hello?"

Seeing that the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions and had a favorable appearance, the female Red Gloves member relaxed a little: "Sorry, the church is not open at night now. If you want to pray, please go back."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm here to deliver a message."

He took out a folded white paper from his bosom, and what appeared to the red-gloved woman was indeed a notice with a military seal:

"This is about the evacuation arrangements for Moon Town's personnel. In order not to attract the attention of the Feysac people, the vehicles were temporarily requisitioned and will arrive at the station in ten minutes. May I ask who is the person in charge here? Please arrange for the personnel to go to the station in an orderly manner to avoid any accidents."

Red Gloves' eyes suddenly widened. She quickly looked back at the interior of the church, then turned back sharply:
"Could you please confirm this notice for us?"

"Oh, I forgot to ask your name, what is it?"

"No problem." Edward calmly handed over the white paper and smiled. "Today's retreat depends on a train temporarily requisitioned by a big shot in the army. Ma'am, don't ask where it came from. Just know that this train will take you to East Chester County."

The female Red Gloves member was slightly stunned, and then she couldn't help but imagine something in her mind and nodded seriously.

"Do you need to come in and take shelter from the wind?" she offered.

Edward meant just that: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

He walked into the church and the door closed behind him. The church was warm inside, with a few gas lamps and dim candlelight illuminating the church, which had become a temporary nursing home. The benches for worship were filled with wounded people and helpless elderly people transported from other places.

The clergy and several extraordinary people in the church gathered together and talked excitedly about a piece of white paper, and soon passed the good news to others. Edward quietly slipped away from the crowd, crossed the public area, and entered a confessional room - a confessional room that was temporarily converted into an orphanage. The children who could not speak yet were being looked after by several women and were all sleeping soundly.

Edward carefully walked around them, walked purposefully to a basket, reached out and picked up the child lying inside.

"Nice to meet you, Vanessa."

"Your father wants you to live well, but he doesn't seem to have any blood relationship with you. Is he your adoptive father?"

He said hello to the baby while talking to himself, then turned around in the small confessional and walked out quietly. The clergy were helping the old man up, and several Beyonders had disappeared.

"Want to go see your adoptive father?"

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Arnold swung his broadsword, creating arcs of silver light that cut through the air with a hissing sound, and for the third time he struck the giant demon wolf hidden at the junction of dreams and reality, leaving a long gash in the waist of the eight-legged demon wolf with a dull sound of tearing flesh and bones.

After a successful strike, he immediately bit open the metal bottle in his hand and drank the liquid inside. He stepped on the increasingly high roof as a springboard, jumped up from the highest point, and stabbed the giant sword shining with golden light fiercely into the demon wolf's brow!
The human grasping a ray of morning light rushed towards the demon wolf in the sky. This scene seemed like the advent of a myth.

The blades collided at the wolf's brow, making a sound that was difficult to describe in words. The huge impact force shook the broadsword in his hand away, and he lost his balance and fell from the sky. But the next moment, two dark green symbols appeared in Arnold's eyes, and the potion he had just taken exuded a strong bitter taste in his mouth, allowing him to control the incomplete mythical creature form that was almost out of control. The dream of the night watchman only confused him for less than a second, and the scene in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand again and stabbed it down hard!
呲!
One third of the sword pierced into the wolf's forehead, and the gray-haired wolf howled in pain and shook its head wildly. The blood of the shattered nightmare and mythical creatures splattered wildly around, and the spiritual creatures splashed by the blood suddenly swelled up and pounced on Arnold, enduring the pain of being shattered by the blade-like dawn light and pulling him.

"Pagan saint, why are you still fighting?!"

As soon as the effect of the potion wore off, Arnold was struck by a crazy nightmare, and the spirits pried open his fingers that were clenched around the hilt of the sword.

The feeling of falling made him sober instantly, but he saw those incomplete spirit broadswords pulled out from between the demon wolf's brows and thrown far away towards the airship in the sky that was constantly adjusting its position and angle.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the broadsword made of extraordinary materials pierced through a balloon of the airship. The hunters on it had to stop supporting their own demigods again and withdrew from the demigod battlefield once again.

"Be sure to report it when you get back!!"

The Chief of Staff, who was led up by his companions, was so angry that he yelled, "This kind of tool is useless in a mid- to high-level war except for being a hindrance and embarrassing! Just use it to bully ordinary people!"

"We were planning to bomb the town too!!"

The blades spun frantically to maintain their balance. Amid the roar of the wind, another equally angry hunter answered in a louder voice:

"Your Excellency asked us to come to your aid! And it's that pagan's fault for refusing to surrender!" The hunters driving the airships made a third emergency landing on the open space outside the city, cursing. Without the leadership of a demigod, they had relied on the remote support of the mind link to hold on until now. If the wolf really went crazy and lost control, even the demigod general would have to flee temporarily, let alone them.

"Pagan saint, why do you still fight?"

Having lost his weapon, Arnold was inevitably nervous for a moment. He closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at the other party's mythical creature form. He only relied on his hearing and his intuition of danger to roll on the ground in a somewhat awkward manner, avoiding the attack of the magic wolf, and took the opportunity to ask loudly:
"Remove your mythical creature form now, and you can still be saved!"

"Think about your people! If you die, I will also be seriously injured. An army without restraint will leave no one alive!"

There was no roar or roar as he expected. Instead, the sound in his ears disappeared completely, and even the words he had just shouted lost their echo. Was this a dream or reality? Arnold stood up hesitantly. The silence lasted only a few seconds. He suddenly felt as if his side was hit by a red-hot iron. He had rarely suffered such a serious injury since he became a "Guardian". A bloody wolf claw scratched across his waist, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood, and twisting the fragments of armor into his flesh.

The severe pain did not bring him more clarity. Instead, everything he was thinking about just started to disappear. This was not because he had become indifferent to fame and fortune after several high-sequence battles, but because his thoughts were slowing down, his heartbeat was weakening, and everything about him was gradually moving towards absolute peace.

His heart was beating hard, fighting against his instinct to seek peace. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and in the limited time he was awake, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He saw that he was standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, with half of his foot hanging in the air.

Arnold closed his eyes immediately.

Humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their own senses. If the brain determines that there is an abyss beneath their feet, then they may actually fall to death even if they just sprain their ankle.

"Is this the last of your strength?"

Calculating the time it took for the other party to use the mythical creature form, more than ten minutes had passed. Even the airship had run out of fuel and had to land. It was almost time for him to run out of sanity. He remained alert. A small brass key tied to his wrist, hidden under the armor, glowed. After just a few breaths, Arnold mastered the method of creating dreams and hallucinations, imitating the other party's extraordinary ability to use sound as a medium, and influencing it in the opposite direction. His words had a strong hypnotic effect:
"Pagan Saint! You are a respectable warrior. I swear to God that you will give up resistance now. I promise not to harm your people!"

Arnold, who had his eyes closed, did not see that the huge white-haired demon wolf was silently wandering behind him, its bloody claws and fangs constantly changing angles, looking for an opportunity to bite.

After hearing these words, the old look in the demon wolf's eyes wavered, his deep blue eyes drooped, and the broken mirror on the ground reflected countless faces of wild beasts with human features.

His eyes wavered for only a moment, and the ferocious mouth slowly approached Arnold's head and neck - even though the opponent dodged with the help of instinct at the last moment, the wolf's teeth still tore open his neck. Blood splattered everywhere, and half of the warrior's body was stained red with his own blood.

"I don't believe you, enemy."

The demon wolf raised his head, saw the station light up in the distance, heard the distant whistle, and answered in a low, singing voice:
"If I kill you here, my people won't have to beg for your false mercy to live!"

Arnold took a deep breath, frowned and asked:
"Then I would like to ask you, if I die, will the war end? Will the invasion stop? The gap here has been opened. If I die, someone will soon take my place. But what about you? How much power can the Tranquility Church and the Church of Darkness take out to fill your vacancy?"

The demon wolf jumped in the gaps of the town. He became more and more adapted to this body, as if he himself was a giant wolf galloping in the Amanda Mountains. The archbishop's voice came in a discontinuous and increasingly ethereal voice:
"This is different."

The old demon wolf with human features raised its head for the last time and looked at the white smoke that was gradually disappearing in the distant mountains. At this moment, his mind finally relaxed. The last shaky thread holding his sanity broke, and his body began to mutate further. From the beast's throat came out some ambiguous words mixed with wolf howls:
"The war started by the God of War to cause harm...what are you who participate in it?"

"At least... I stopped you... now..."

This sentence was interrupted by a hoarse howl, and the last trace of human struggle in the eyes of the demon wolf disappeared. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the human who was standing with his eyes closed.

Arnold was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes.

His body swelled up rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Arnold turned into a giant four meters tall, and the rough standard armor became a piece of iron hanging on his body. The wounds on his neck and waist no longer bleed, and red threads extend from both sides of the wounds, connecting like sutures, leaving hideous scars. The giant's body is dark blue, with tangled blood vessels, and his two eyes gather in the middle, turning into a vertical eye with two pupils.

The jaws of the giant and the demon wolf collided fiercely, and their feet plowed deep marks several meters into the ground, cracking the bricks along the way and turning the frozen soil inside out. He caught the demon wolf's mouth with both hands, and his arms trembled slightly during the wrestling, and the ferocious teeth were only a few centimeters away from him.

"I want to apologize to you, Your Excellency Saint Gallien!"

The giant spoke in a muffled voice: "If I had known that you were prepared to die in battle, I would not have insulted you by surrendering!"

"But I can't answer your question."

The giant's body burst into dazzling morning light, which purified the spirits that wanted to attack and the dreams that were approaching quietly. The light turned into countless sharp spears and swords, cutting the head of the magic wolf until it bled profusely! Just as the magic wolf wanted to retreat in pain, he stepped forward with his right foot, grabbed the magic wolf's ears, and at the moment when the ruins shook, he threw the huge monster out in a wrestling posture!

"People like me, we are the people of the God of War!"

"It has nothing to do with faith or justice. We are born to live in order to die heroically in battle one day!!"

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In a dead forest outside Moon Town, a half-human, half-wolf monster was searching for living things in the snow.

It seemed to enjoy this hunting game, driving the hibernating animals out from under the snow and from tree trunks, repeating an endless escape game in its dream. Its front paws were wrapped in red cloth, but its hind legs were human legs with reversed joints, and four fleshy tentacles were visible in the fur between its ribs.

It also has a human face covered with wolf hair. It runs, jumps, and plays with its prey in the snow. From time to time, it raises its head and looks at the distant sky with confused eyes, as if it has forgotten something.

What exactly did I forget?

With a rustling sound, Edward walked on the snow to the dead woods outside the city. The fine wool scarf that was originally around his neck moved to the swaddling clothes in his arms, where the child was sleeping soundly and warmly.

The strange wolf turned over vigilantly, with its human face baring its teeth.

"You are here, sir."

Its limited intelligence was quickly determining whether the person coming was a friend or foe, but at this moment, it suddenly looked at its front paws in confusion. Two human hands wrapped in tattered red cloth were propped up on the snow, and there was no flesh and blood between the ribs that could move like hands to hunt. He was on all fours, and this posture was particularly strange and awkward because he had turned back into a human.

He suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

He looked at the Loen gentleman in black in front of him, fear and uneasiness flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, I have completed your commission. Your archbishop is fighting the enemy to the death, and the people you are supposed to protect have just begun to evacuate. I have also brought out the child you hoped would be alive and well." Edward ignored his nervousness, took two steps forward, and smiled gently, "I think I may need a guide who can take me to the Quiet Church. Is there anything else you want me to help you with?"

"Ah, I suppose you still have."

Edward walked slowly towards the man who was hunched over, as if he was not used to walking on his hind legs.

"Everyone has already evacuated. You can go with them to the safe East Chester County, live as a human being, become a bishop of a church, and raise this child."

The demon gently bewitched this night watcher who was almost completely out of control, and used words to weave a beautiful dream for him:
"Don't you long for a peaceful life? You are an outstanding Beyonder, an outstanding Red Glove. Besides that, you can also become a respected archbishop and a loving father... Sir, the war has destroyed so many beautiful lives. Fortunately, you met me, and now you are very close to all of this."

"Devil," Vincent said suddenly.

"You always call the wish-granting being that."

Edward made a joke without taking it seriously. He walked up to Vincent and handed the child in his arms to him:
"Don't you want to hug her? She has already lost her parents. She is still so young, and now she is going to lose a foster father who cares about her."

Vincent's eyes trembled as he looked at the sleeping child, repeating the words he had just said over and over again in his mind.

In fact, just as the devil said, he has gone crazy and turned into a monster. He will never have the chance to enjoy the warm sunshine and a good life again. What awaits him will be the blades of his church companions. When he saw the train that the people of Moon Town were riding on started to move, he shamelessly wanted to take Vanessa away with them instead of staying in this war-torn mountain range to fight to the death and wait for death to come.

How is the Archbishop?

The Archbishop may have already...

His body trembled, and he let out a strange hoarse laugh. He dragged his shaking hands and feet closer to the demon, reached out to the child in the swaddling clothes, lifted a corner of the scarf, and looked at her lovely sleeping face.

The demon watched his expression change quietly, still with a gentle smile on his face.

TBC
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Double update today!

(End of this chapter)