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

Chapter 307 Human nature?
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"Sir, an urgent telegram from an outlying town!"

A man in red gloves was knocking on the door of the temporary combat command center anxiously, holding a few reports.

After receiving the telegram, Red Gloves ran out of the telegraph office immediately, bypassing three or four groups of people who had spontaneously gathered in the square to pray.

This city built around the headquarters of the Church of Evernight has absolute loyalty to the Goddess of Evernight. It is precisely this piety that makes most of them righteously refuse to evacuate when the war comes. They only allow children and the elderly to leave, and choose to stay in the city to provide assistance to the members of the church, vowing to fight together until the last moment.

They took the initiative to take the wounded evacuated from the front line to the hospital or even their own homes for treatment, and provided clean food and clothing to the fighting soldiers and extraordinary people. The fierce war closely linked the extraordinary people and the people together, more closely than before.

Bang, bang, bang! The door finally opened after being knocked hard by the red gloves, and he hurried in.

"Sir, here's the latest telegram! Star Town has fallen, and no one inhabitant has been spared. Feysac's Second Legion has sent a vanguard troop to clean up Star Town on the way to support the First Legion. It's suspected that a demigod is leading the team!"

"When this telegram was sent, Archbishop Galian of the Moon Church had already set out to investigate..."

There happened to be another person making a report inside. The sound of typewriters and telegraph machines could be heard constantly. A tense atmosphere permeated the small building, which had been temporarily requisitioned because all the residents had been evacuated.

Red Gloves clenched the new telegram in his hand, and waited until his colleague finished his report before speaking impatiently:
"Sir, the people in Moon Town have been evacuated! The Red Gloves of the church said that they have received the army's retreat order and have already set out from the station by steam train at 3:12 in the morning, but their telegraph machine has a problem, and the telegram has only been sent now with the latest one!"

He took out another piece of paper, looked at the time on the telegram, glanced at the wall clock, and held the telegram tightly in his hand.

"The residents of Moon Town have all been safely evacuated to Stoen, the capital of Eastchester County, at around six o'clock today. However, there is still no news about Archbishop Galian and the Red Gloves members who accompanied him..."

It's already daybreak...and still no news.

In today's fierce battle situation, losing connection between mysticism and reality for more than three hours is basically a death sentence.

"What should we do, sir? If we send someone to investigate, who should go..."

While the discussion in the temporary command center was in full swing, a figure passed by silently. He looked up at the window of the building, and then continued to move towards the southwest of the city.

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"That's about it, right?"

Edward left the city and stopped on a steep cliff outside the city, overlooking the snow-covered mountains and the abyss between the mountains.

The snow on the mountains has not melted yet, making the sunlight shining on the mountains look cold.

"I had been planning to find an identity to sneak in secretly, but now it seems I have to do it by force." Edward stretched out his hand and stroked the ruby ​​inlaid on the cane. The uniqueness of the devil's path was changed by Him into this. He always felt a little uncomfortable without holding something in his hand.

I should have left a mark when I watched the sunrise that year... Which angel of the night drove me away from the mountain, Anna?
Edward raised his cane while frowning as he recalled the stickman with the title of "Servant of Secrets" on his head in his memory.

In an instant, a blood-red light enveloped everything in sight.

As if refracted by a ruby, the sunlight, which still had a hint of gold, was instantly transformed into a bloody red. The world was turned over in an instant, and the white snow in the sky turned into black ashes. The earth was filled with a deep darkness that symbolized sin.

At this moment, all the sins that occurred in the Amanda Mountains had entities. Their names were war, cowardice, massacre, betrayal and chaos. The souls and resentments of those who died because of their sins were awakened in the projection of the coming of hell. Before they could even let out a scream, they were shattered in the next moment and decomposed into the most primitive spirituality, constructing this abyss that continued to spread and swallowed everything.

"Why is it necessary to preserve the Kingdom of God?"

Edward exhaled indifferently, watching the white mist turn into a blue flame:

"The materials of the Kingdom of God are everywhere anyway, so we can just recast them as needed."

After saying this, He touched his chin and smacked his hands. Since His real kingdom of God was still sunk in the trench and the carrier was a real island, when fighting a war between gods, He could just swing it and smash it onto the territory of other gods... It looked like the damage would be very high!

In just a moment, the blood-red sky continued to spread to the southwest of the Amanda Mountains at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up everything along the way.

“…Ah, over there.”

The demon looked somewhere in the mountains.

The coming of the Kingdom of God encountered a fleeting obstacle there, just like when you flatten the tablecloth you encounter a tiny bump that would be overlooked if you were not careful.

The storm in the mountains suddenly howled, and under the backdrop of the pale sun, the floating objects that were blown in the air by the strong wind gradually became clearer, and then they fell, leaving sticky scarlet spots on the ground.

Red snow symbolizes fear and death.

It was like an invisible hand holding a paintbrush and casually flicking it across the mountains. These scarlet spots vaguely outlined a transparent outline on the distant mountains. Dark red bloodstains slowly slid down the walls and doors of the cathedral that were gradually being painted out. The portraits of saints and angels on the tall collage stained glass windows were either covered in blood or shedding tears of blood.

Edward squinted his eyes, examining the outline, then gave a warm smile, took a step towards the cliff, and fell into the darkness.

Boom!

In the boiling darkness and the gradually rising sea of ​​blood, a hideous black claw fell like a mountain near the invisible church!

The mountains shook, peaks collapsed, the church instantly tilted sideways, sculptures and bricks cracked, and a spiritual black mist suddenly appeared in the air.

The black gauze mist disappeared quickly as soon as it appeared, as if it was about to merge with the air again. At this moment, the devil's sharp claws gently hooked the gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, and it seemed that it could be torn apart with just a little force.

"I am honored to see the legendary Quiet Church in person."

When He opened His mouth, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and the bloody rain gradually returned to normal. Only the sound of the wind accompanied by the devil's words reached the ears of the people in the cathedral through windows, door cracks, spirits, every corner, and every path.

"...I respect the Nighthawks who still hold their posts and refuse to surrender to me, the Saints who insist on fighting despite their own dangers, and the angels who, after recognizing the gap in strength, have assisted the evacuation of the church."

The sharp claws tore through the secret easily. Whether it was set by the true God or the Angel King, it was no longer of any use at this moment.

The ancient church was completely exposed. According to legend, the holy temple that could only be found in the mountains by devout saints and chosen followers was now completely exposed to the devil's sight.

It is tall, majestic, and heavy, made entirely of solid dark grey stone, and has stood the test of blizzards and the vicissitudes of history.

The claws let go of the veil of mystery that dissipated in the air and grabbed the church spire like a leaning log. The bricks shattered and left deep cracks on them, overflowing with scarlet that surged like life.

"...Are you still waiting for the gods to save you? Human, if you surrender now and leave the church to me, I might be in a good mood and let you and the people in that city go?"

After a while, still no one answered.

The devil laughed twice with perfunctory praise, and then he stretched out his hand and broke the church spire into pieces.

"Then I will come and ask for it myself."

……

There was silence in the quiet church, as if there was no living person.

The heavy door, which required one to look up to see the carvings on the top of the door frame, slowly opened. The uninvited guest walked into the church calmly amidst fearful and uneasy gazes.

Without feeling the feeling of being welcomed by the extraordinary people of the Church of Evernight, there was no one at the entrance. Edward casually glanced at the church - there were 32 mid-sequences, 7 saints, and 2 angels. The angels did not show up, but used secrets to protect the mid-sequences to leave through the seal, as if they were ready to fight him to the death after sending them away. Edward did not intend to intercept them, because the Church of Evernight still had a need to exist anyway. Since they were here, the Church of Evernight and the God of War would be beaten, and the Amanda Mountains could not let the God of War of Feysac break in now.

Stripped of its mystery and divine majesty, the Church of Tranquility is nothing more than an exceptionally magnificent architectural masterpiece.

As for — if someone really surrenders and hands over His lost Beyonder Characteristics and Sequence One of the Prisoner Pathway, should we still fight?
The answer is...it depends on my mood.

"I always feel a little guilty about damaging a building like this."

Edward looked up at the vanishing ceiling, the cold sunlight shining through it, reflecting the bloody sky outside. The ancient murals depicting many saints and angels were torn off along with the roof of the church, and now lay in his collection cabinet.

Although it is regrettable that a masterpiece has been destroyed, this is no reason to show leniency to the church and its followers in the dark.

He carelessly tore through the heavy seals and secrets, and headed for the dark underground sealed room. In the dark and gloomy corridor, Edward finally heard the footsteps of humans - the footsteps that gradually sounded and approached. It was getting closer and closer, with panic and fear, like a poor person being chased by a nightmare.

The person hasn't come to me yet, but he has a fearless attitude... If that's the case, then he's not the kind of person who would be smart enough to lead the way and deliver things to me.

A devout believer or one driven by anger and revenge?
No one surrenders, so I have to find the seal by myself?

If it were normal, Edward would still be interested in listening to the other party say "for God" or "for those you killed..." and then tease him a few times before taking action, but now he was a little impatient and didn't want to know what the other party had suffered. So, under the gaze of the cold eyes from the deepest part of the abyss, the creature running in front of him suddenly twisted, and the cold darkness enveloped him. There was a dull sound from his chest, and blood gushed out from all seven orifices. He was killed by his own emotions in such a casual way.

Then Edward took a slight breath, as if preparing to blow out a candle.

A dark breath of destruction swept forward, turning into a straight torrent that swept through every corner of the sealed room.

Wherever it passed, the seals with tangled black lines, the walls, the ground, and the extraordinary people who had no time to dodge all collapsed at the touch of a button. Even the bottom of the church and the frozen soil in the mountains that had been there for more than a thousand years, everything was burned up cleanly and neatly, like cotton wool falling into fire.

Dust and ashes were blown away by the wind.

After breaking the seal, the active seals that dared not move in the previous breath suddenly lit up. The box grew legs, and golden light appeared in the gap. It seemed to be filled with treasures, but Edward only saw countless piles of broken bones. The unused blood-stained sword moved by itself and was grabbed by a dry hand that was also a seal. The hand was suspended in the air, and the rusty iron sword slid on the ground, leaving a series of teeth-grinding sounds. The music box opened with a click. There was no dancing figure, only a round piece of gold attached to the chassis, and radioactive gold lines spread outward. Its shaft turned wildly, making a mechanical sound:

"Praise the sun! Praise the sun!"

Edward couldn't help but look at the music box twice more, then he reached out and grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

After He studied the usage of the music box and began to think about how to secretly put it into the office of the real creator, the tunnel in front of Him, which had revealed its original appearance of frozen soil, suddenly darkened and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Him.

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe with traces of patches, and a belt made of twisted tree bark was tied around his waist. His long black hair was draped down wantonly, and his feet were barefoot and covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady with very ordinary features and dark eyes dotted with star-like light.

Just seeing her, Edward's mood immediately became much calmer. He found that the survivors in the basement were still moving, and a red full moon had risen in the sky outside the window.

Edward was stunned for a moment, but smiled somewhat unexpectedly:
"I remember you. You are Arianna... the goddess of night. Do you have no other vessel for the descent of God?"

The lady looked at Him quietly, with stars twinkling in one eye and the light of the red moon sealed in the other. After a long time, He spoke softly:
"I thought about it for a long time and decided to take a gamble."

He smiled and said, "It has been a long time since I felt this way. It has also been a long time since I was forced into this situation."

"You don't have to come." Edward said casually, as if chatting with family, "I'm not interested in hunting down an angel king anyway."

The corners of the Night Goddess' mouth curled up slightly, and then dropped.

"I can't do this."

“If I give up my anchor, I’ll be nothing.”

TBC
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Now that you are here, why not take a gamble?

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