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

Chapter 306 Succession
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The evening breeze from the Amanda Mountains continuously blew the snowflakes from the mountaintops. In the past, one could hear the monks reciting scriptures and singing hymns, but tonight, only the sound of artillery could be heard along with the wind.

Vincent looked at the child who was sleeping soundly in the arms of a stranger, trying to find some traces of his two old friends in her. But after looking at her for a long time, he felt that apart from being a little nervous and a bit like her mother, he could not see any other physical features of the child.

“Her mother was a church extraordinaire and her father was the town recorder.”

"I sat in the front row when they got married. They once said that I would be the godfather when the child was baptized..."

The neurotic laughter gradually stopped, and the memories of humanity returned bit by bit. Vincent's arched back slowly straightened up, but the short and thick wolf hair on his body and face did not fade away.

Vincent reached out, covered the scarf back, and looked at Edward seriously.

"I don't need your help."

"At the same time, I won't help you either."

Edward blinked, smiling politely with a hint of confusion: "Why? Your mission is over, and you have protected the people you were supposed to protect. It is reasonable for you to go back to the rear and rest."

"No reason."

Vincent looked at Edward and said, "Because you are a demon, isn't it natural that you don't make deals with demons?"

With a loud crash, like glass shattering, Vincent raised his head, and his ferocious front claws left deep marks on the ground.

He did not turn back into a human, and the little bit of human will he had was quickly devoured by his crazy instincts. He was still the horrifying half-wolf, half-human creature. A huge shadow shrouded the demon, and one of his deformed teeth was almost the size of a baby in swaddling clothes.

"I don't need your help, demon!"

The human who used to be Vincent looked at the dirty red cloth wrapped around his front paws, and his eyes, which were filled with madness, showed some struggle and human emotions again. His completely mutated vocal cords could no longer speak human language, so he roared at Edward twice, with such force that the wind blew Edward's clothes and almost made his hat fly away.

But he woke up the sleeping baby, who waved her fists in anger, opened her eyes and looked at the culprit who woke her up, then burst into tears without understanding the situation. I don't know if it was because of the smell of the magic wolf or because of the appearance of the magic wolf that scared her.

The demon wolf glanced at the child, turned around and left without looking back.

Go, it's time to go.

Finally, hold on a little longer and recall some good things.

The remnant of a human named Vincent caused a tear to fall from the corner of the monster's eye, which was instantly blown away by the wind.

Snowflakes fell along the way, and a thin layer of snow fell on Edward's hat and shoulders. He perfunctorily coaxed the little girl who was still crying and trying to grab his hair, and then used his free hand to pat off the snowflakes and dust on his clothes.

"...Really? I thought my eloquence had diminished after I became a god."

Edward smiled and sighed, walking forward along the messy wolf paw prints. Vincent's target was the town where the Archbishop and the Saint of Feysac were fighting, and Edward was also interested in going over to take a look, just to witness the end of this outstanding red glove.

Well, it must be the end.

"Not many people can directly reject me. Just for this reason, your adoptive father deserves praise." Edward said to the little girl, "You must not be like your adoptive father in the future. People with too high moral sense but not strong enough will suffer a great loss in the future."

The little baby who had just finished crying looked at Him with tears on his face and reached out to grab the fluff on Edward's collar.

……

The singing roar gradually faded away with the wind, and no more spirits or spiritual creatures were summoned.

Only the blazing white flames were still burning quietly in the ruins. The starry night sky slowly dissipated, revealing the real sky covered with clouds. The light of the red moon was faintly shining through the clouds, and the entire earth seemed as red as if it was soaked in blood.

The giant demon hunter did not dare to be careless. He had personally experienced the power and obsession of this hostile saint. The wounds that healed faster and faster showed that Arnold was gradually declining. His solid arms, like those made of blue-black stones, tightly clamped the throat of the giant wolf, and withstood countless waves of crazy dreams and doom bombardment, winning the battle between mythical creatures.

The two huge mythical creatures confronted each other for a long time like real sculptures. This scene was like a portrayal of a myth, but no audience dared to open their eyes to witness it.

Finally, there was no more heartbeat from the giant wolf's chest. This demon wolf with an unimaginable vitality was finally defeated by him.

After another twenty seconds, Arnold stopped the mythical creature form just before he entered the "dangerous state". His body gradually shrank, and the mysteries that could not be seen directly were hidden under his skin again. The huge vertical eyes also separated again and became normal human eyes. He stood up, walked a few steps with some discomfort, and then looked at the huge corpse lying beside him.

The old demon wolf fell to the ground, its body slightly shrunk, as if it was about to transform from a mythical creature back into a human, but because this body had already completely lost control, it was frozen at a stage between human and demon wolf.

"call……"

Arnold finally relaxed. He half-knelt on the ground and used his own blood to draw a simple holy emblem of the Church of Evernight on the body of the demon wolf.

"Brave warrior, may your soul ascend to the starry heaven."

He simply sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and thought about his next move.

The Starry Town was completely destroyed, and it was impossible to build any useful fortifications. Such a big commotion would definitely attract the attention of the Church of Night headquarters. Once this gap was noticed, it would be difficult to attack through these small gaps.

We must strike while the iron is hot and move forward quickly...

After resting for a few minutes, Arnold stood up again. The dead magic wolf next to him had begun to emanate extraordinary properties. Many star-like substances gathered somewhere beside it, gradually converging into a piece of object with a sense of peace.

Arnold ignored his spoils for the time being. He tilted his head, waiting for his ears to repair themselves automatically.

During the battle with the crazy mythical creatures, he punctured his eardrums to prevent the singing from affecting him to the greatest extent possible.

Unconsciously, he heard the sound of the whistling wind and snow again. This sound was somewhat similar to the snowfield in the north of the Feysac Empire, but much softer. He listened absentmindedly for a while, then suddenly frowned and looked towards the mountain in the southwest.

I saw a long steam train passing by on the rails below. A faint warm yellow light was on in the carriage, and yellow and white mist was spewing out of the chimney at the front of the train. The train was moving quickly into the distance, like a snake circling away along the mountain road.

Arnold subconsciously turned his head and looked at the open space outside the city where the airship had made an emergency landing.

The hunters, who were shaken to the ground by the battle between the demigods, were reorganizing their formation. As long as the airship rose again, they would immediately notice the escaping steam train below.

Want to take action?

Arnold turned his head hesitantly and looked at the body of the demon wolf lying on the ground.

When the Feysac Empire did not have enough resources to feed all its citizens, fighting between cities and tribes in the distant plains was very common, and the tribes welcomed fighting, because stronger leaders and soldiers could lead more people to survive. At the same time, the victorious tribe should also generously accept the people of the tribe it defeated and treat them as its own people.

Killing - killing them all is also possible, and this was understandable hundreds of years ago, but such a tribe and its leader will not last long, and people will unite to defeat them.

This is the source of the Feysac people's warlike and united tradition. In a relatively harsh environment, only a broad-minded leader can allow the tribe to continue to expand, and can make everyone work together to allow more people to survive.

As a tribute to a worthy warrior, Arnold fully supported letting go of the people protected by Galion, but now his hands were held down and he couldn't raise any of them. He even subconsciously made a gesture of touching his sword.

If these people returned to a safe place alive, they would definitely spread the news of what the Feysac people did in the Amanda Mountains.

Although Arnold did not know how much they knew about the war, nor did he know that they had no idea how dangerous their situation was, and did not care about the public opinion brought about by the war, he instinctively felt that these people should not be sent back, otherwise it would have an impact on the country and the church.

But he sincerely respected the dead pagan saints, and the unique pride of a warrior mixed with military affairs made him hesitate for a moment.

"...Raise the airship again!"

After the silence, Arnold shouted an order to the hunters in the distance. He did not hear the hunters' response, but he saw them dancing on the spot to show that they had heard the order, and quickly lined up to return to the airship. Soon, the balloon began to fill up, and the weathered propeller began to turn again.

After shouting this, Arnold let out a long sigh and looked extremely tired.

He sat down on the ground somewhat dejectedly, the cold snow wind blew across his cheeks, and his cheeks and back were hot with guilt.

Now that we've joined the war and have come this far, there's no turning back, right?

However, a warrior's dignity and pride made him feel ashamed to face the dead pagan saint. Turning around, he saw the dead demon wolf's deep blue eyes widened due to suffocation, as if it was staring at him fiercely.

He was lost in his own thoughts, and the only sounds he could hear were the wind and the crackling of the flames burning the wood.

Arnold was thinking and thinking when he was caught off guard by a wolf howl that pierced the night sky.

He suddenly realized something and stood up. He saw a strange creature with a human face and hind legs running towards him from the ruins. It was on all fours like a wolf, but it had a human face and hind legs. It was an out-of-control Beyonder, but not a High-Sequence! Arnold immediately prepared for the battle. Although he was almost at his limit and had lost his weapon, it was not a problem for him to kill an out-of-control Beyonder with the help of the Hunter Squad.

Seeing that the monster was rushing towards him as if it had no reason, he immediately prepared for a fight. But just as he was about to do so, the monster suddenly turned in front of him and rushed towards the body of the demon wolf lying there!
Arnold was startled.

The monster rushed towards the separated extraordinary characteristics and swallowed the gem-like extraordinary characteristics in one gulp. Its body immediately began to twist and deform further. Dense black short hairs grew on its two human-like hind legs, and the flesh tentacles on its waist also began to move.

Then the monster suddenly turned its head and rushed towards us.

Arnold could have dodged, but he suddenly didn't want to dodge and just made a defensive move on the spot.

boom!
The newly promoted demon wolf couldn't break through the guardian's defense, but it knocked Arnold out like a ball and smashed through the walls of two small buildings before stopping.

"Ahem...thank you very much."

Arnold climbed up from the ruins, holding onto the wall and shaking off the bricks and wall fragments that had fallen on him. He looked toward the track in the distance and was surprised to find that the strange wolf was also looking in that direction.

His expression became relaxed again, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he shouted loudly to the airship in the distance:

"Retreat outside the town first!"

After saying that, he jumped out lightly, and the demon wolf rushed over the next moment, knocking down the entire building. It seemed that it had not yet mastered the ability it had just acquired, and was only attacking the enemy based on some instinct and obsession.

Arnold ran out of Star Town quickly. When he and the hunter team retreated to the wasteland outside the town, the demon wolf stopped chasing them. It dragged its huge body back and forth in the ruined town, making intimidating roars.

It guards here, and anyone who approaches will be attacked immediately.

Outside the city, Arnold and the hunter team gathered together. Seeing that the leading demigod had no plans to attack further, the hunters began to set up tents and make fires, ready to wait until the demigod was ready.

"I am going to change my opinion of the country of Loen."

Arnold looked at the wolf wandering in the ruins and whispered:
"What does it matter whether the war is just or not?"

"The legitimacy of war is nothing but an idealistic statement that deceives oneself... Only fighting is real!"

In mythology, people often come up with various ways to kill other races or even their own kind and sacrifice their lives to the gods. Nowadays, sacrifices are becoming more and more civilized, and sometimes even blood and flesh sacrifices are not needed, but wars are becoming more and more cruel, and life is flowing in another direction.

"War is when the gods enjoy the sacrifices."

"As human beings, no one can escape this circle. In this case, we just need to fight until the last moment."

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The train made a rhythmic sound as it sped along the mountain tracks.

The carriage was packed with people and their few luggages, with not even an inch of space. Some people were standing, some were sitting, and they all kept quiet, chanting the name of God in their hearts and praying for protection.

A middle-aged couple snuggled together on the seats in the carriage. The old man with gray hair wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentle and elegant. He held the hand of his wife, who also had gray hair, tightly, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

They were a wealthy couple, childless, with an accumulated estate of more than 200,000 pounds, enough for them to enjoy a quiet and leisurely life in the mountains far away from the city. Now the car was full of such people, and there were many who were richer and nobler than them.

Now, they all sit here or stand here equally, waiting for the verdict of their fate.

The train moves forward.

The occasional vibrations and shaking would make the people, whose spirits were already stretched to the limit, scream. They had finally escaped, and soon saw the fire and explosions erupting on the mountain. The extraordinary people of the church would come from time to time to spread some peaceful and beautiful dreams so that people could stay in the vehicles as steadily as possible.

The sky outside gradually brightened. The passengers sitting by the window looked out impatiently and immediately uttered a small exclamation:

"We've left the Amanda Mountains!"

Except for children, no one could fall asleep in such an environment. The crowd suddenly became agitated, scrambling to stretch their necks to see the scenery outside the window.

The surroundings were no longer the sparsely populated mountains covered with snow all year round, but large tracts of farmland and hunting grounds with scattered houses. Livestock were walking on the wide farms, and occasionally huge mansions and castles could be seen in the distance, with people on horseback running back and forth.

"We survived! We escaped!"

"Praise God, praise the Spirit!"

"It's really East Chester County. Look, that's the farm I own..."

……

The voices of discussion rose and fell, and people finally felt relieved after a night of worry.

The middle-aged couple also raised their heads. The old man let out a long sigh and patted his wife's hand.

He was about to say something when he suddenly saw his wife holding a strange swaddling cloth in her arms. Inside the swaddling cloth was a baby with open eyes staring at him. He frowned strangely and gradually remembered everything about the swaddling cloth:
They have no children and have written in their will that after their death, all their inheritance will be donated to the church's charity. But his wife has always wanted to adopt a child, and just this week, they adopted a newborn who had lost his parents through the Moon Church.

The old man remembered the baby's name and more details about the adoption of the child. The more he looked at the child, the more he found the pair of light green eyes, like his own, pleasing. He smiled and said:
"We also have some properties in East Chester County... When the time comes, we'll settle down first and give little Vanessa a new home."

"She should have lovely toys and daisies in her little room," the lady replied with a smile, teasing the child in her arms.

Soon, the train arrived at the city train station in Stoen. The people on the train who were looking forward to it suppressed their joy and got off the train in an orderly manner under the arrangement of several red gloves.

Those who had managed to escape stood in the station in Stoen, breathing the fresh air, feeling the bright sunshine, as if they had been reborn. A few of the more sensitive ones even shed tears on the spot.

When they all got off, the empty train started again and headed off into the distance.

"Praise the goddess!"

Several women cried, "We have escaped, praise the goddess!"

People echoed this statement one after another. They walked out of the station comforting each other and praised the gods from the bottom of their hearts, thanking them for their favor and blessings.

TBC
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