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

Chapter 308 It’s almost done

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Haha. The Outer God thought.

Do you only have the dozens of anchors in the church? Why don't you go to rescue the Amanda Mountains? Does the huge Rhun outside belong to the Storm Lord now? It seems that the True Creator has also talked to you and expressed his willingness to support you in the three paths of "Eternal Darkness"?

You've just arrived now, even a blind person can see what your purpose is.

After the True Creator gained the upper hand, he became obsessed with balancing the three gods, showing goodwill to a certain extent, encouraging them to fight each other, but the struggle of these gods did not seem to include self-improvement. Apart from the Death God who was working hard to play the game of state management, and the True Creator who was not going to lie down and wait for death or use nuclear deterrence on himself, and was ready to take the initiative to accommodate the Chaos Sea and the original free fight, it was simply a cliché - the Outer Gods expanded their thinking and believed that humans might have this kind of intrigue instinct.

The Decayed King suddenly felt bored, and his expression quickly turned indifferent, and he suddenly didn't want to continue to maintain Edward Vaughn's character setting. Although this was insignificant, it gave him a sense of boredom, as if he was also seriously participating in the intrigue games of mankind.

He doesn't like these little games.

Although this identity is very useful, He does not like to laugh, act, say things that fit the image of "Edward Vaughn", or do anything meaningless and time-wasting.

When these behaviors fail to bring power, they should be abandoned as a matter of course.

"I'll just praise your courage for now."

Since he wanted to show his responsibility in front of the true Creator, the Decayed King was willing to give the Angel King more respect. After waiting for a moment with limited virtue, when Arianna and all the figures in the Quiet Church disappeared as if erased by an eraser, He stretched out His hand and gathered His power to make the Demonic Path Sequence One characteristic that once belonged to Him fall into His hands like a meteor, and melt into nothingness like a snowflake falling into the palm of His hand.

Then, a sequence one characteristic of the prisoner pathway was also attracted and then absorbed.

This was the first time he mastered the power of "divine evil"... strengthening curses, guiding desires, affecting other people's seals, bodies and even extraordinary characteristics, sharing pain, forcing people to bear... The Outer God roughly familiarized himself with the skills and thought of another thing.

It seemed that the agreement between the god of death and himself had completely broken down. Now, if the other party still wanted to exchange the "pale death" with him, he should consider fighting with the bound god who was contaminated by the mother tree of desire.

It doesn't matter, since death has nothing to do with me anyway. He thought, these are all insignificant details.

When the Outer Gods began to think about picking an auspicious day to eat the Bound God alive on the pretext of helping the True Creator stabilize the situation, a huge and vague figure appeared right above the Quiet Church.

The figure was wearing a layered yet simple black dress dotted with countless stars.

He was as huge as the gods in the scriptures who could stand upright. Between his ribs and waist grew a pair of arms covered with dark short hair. He had a beautiful and gentle face covered with a thin black veil.

His eyes seemed to condense the starry night sky, which made people feel peaceful and yet uncontrollably terrified.

The devil did not turn around or look up. His eyes fell on the music box in his hand that was trembling and praising the sun repeatedly. He wondered if he could make it say something else.

"Why don't you come and praise me."

He said to this music box, which had some life, "The sun will set, it will dim, it will be obscured by clouds, it will lose its temperature due to the cold, but decline is inevitable, sin is eternal, and decay is inevitable."

The music box trembled violently and closed with a click.

——At this moment, a song that seemed to come from the distant past sounded in his ears, like the singing of whales in the deep sea, transmitted to his mind at a specific frequency. It was not dangerous, and would not cause the devil's instinctive rejection of crisis. It symbolized peaceful sleep. Everything with life will dream, and dreams belong to all life. Sleepiness also does not make people alert. It is like a leaf floating on the sea, carrying some bubbles that flicker with the bizarre colors of dreams, and rolling up consciousness into eternal sleep.

"What kind of dream can you let me have? A sweet dream of the world's destruction?"

The Decayed King closed his eyes, and the bubbles of his dream exploded into a colorful debris in his sight. If it weren't for this situation, he would actually be happy to settle down on a certain asteroid during his wanderings, to be wrapped in a comfortable dead silence and enter a hibernation driven by interest, to enjoy the feeling of his own records interweaving with each other, flashing in the corner of his mind into a bizarre "dream movie".

At this moment, the corners of His mouth slightly raised in sneer:

"If you let me dream a dream like this, I'll make it come true."

The singing and the dream did not stop, like the tide, washing the reefs relentlessly. The erosion of darkness silently replaced the ground projected by the abyss underfoot, covering the blood-soaked land, and covering the figure of the devil bit by bit with difficulty.

Until the rising darkness engulfed his hand, the Decayed King glanced at his feet. He still remembered the regional catastrophe liberation and the destruction in the darkness that was comparable to a natural disaster, but he was not afraid of it now.

At the moment when the world before him completely sank into darkness, the demon's premonition of crisis finally sounded some limited alarms. The disaster tore at His body and spirit. Even though there was nothing, His flesh and blood still twitched and spasmed, twisting and deforming in the surging darkness of nothingness, inspiring some of the demon's mythical creature forms, as if they were about to scatter and split themselves. As for the spirit - the spirit didn't have any extra feelings. The Decayed King guessed that the disaster acting on the spirit was probably "causing madness, loss of control of will", but because He himself was the spirit of the old days, equivalent to the will of the source, it was originally classified as madness, so this trick was useless.

He broke free from the disaster and darkness, and several skin injuries on his body were automatically repaired. The Outer God stood there indifferently, waiting for the next attack from the Goddess of Night.

Anyway, before the other party died, the true creator would definitely take action to protect the other party and maintain that ridiculous balance. So there was no need for me to waste time and spirituality with the night.

You were obviously full of courage and motivation when you were weak, so why did you become restrained after becoming the strongest?

As expected, what followed were still the familiar moves of the Dark Path - solace and disaster, erosion and hypnosis. The dream was filled with bottomless darkness. It seemed that the other party was indeed worried about his words "let the dream become reality".

"Such caution will not help me find my way."

The Outer God said casually, and then laughed as if realizing he had said something wrong: "Oh, you don't have that ability now."

"Why doesn't the Storm Lord come to help? It would be in His interest to help now."

The decadent king wastes no time in sowing discord:

"Is it because He doesn't trust you and is worried that this is a self-torture trick?"

The night gave him some minor attacks, and he also gave some insignificant replies, completely too lazy to take real action against an enemy who would not be killed. Combined with the facts, it was almost the intricate relationship between nobles and relatives in various countries. During the war, most officers were relatives, and no one would really fight. They all waited to be gloriously captured after a heroic battle, and they were still treated with courtesy during the capture.

Oh, maybe there will be fewer such situations now. Guns and cannons have no eyes, and there will be gaps in the protection of Extraordinary People.

After once again resisting the opponent's attack, he looked at the ground beneath his feet, and suddenly a strange chill crawled up his spine. This feeling was fleeting, and the devil's crisis intuition immediately analyzed the reason - the spiritual line was briefly affected just now!
There was a brief moment of astonishment on the face of the decayed king. When his expression returned to calm, he raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

They were still in the Amanda Mountains, but just a moment ago, he felt hostility coming from another direction. The hostility and malice even posed a limited threat to his spiritual line!

The answer is obvious:

"Half-Fool? Antigonus?"

He looked into the distance, and his tone changed slightly:
"Has the state of eternal sleep and secrecy been shaken? Are you trying to influence Him and make Him hostile to me?"

The Decayed King almost laughed out loud. He suddenly felt that his control over human facial expressions had not yet reached perfection. What should humans feel at this moment? Fear? Timid? Retreat? But he felt that the corners of his mouth were out of control again, and his cheeks were almost torn apart.

"…Are you threatening me?"

The Decayed King tried to be calm and asked, "Don't use human rhetoric to attack me... Are you threatening me?"

The blurry figure seemed to blend into the night sky.

"God from the stars." The goddess of night said calmly, "All the earth wants is to protect itself in the end of the world, and all I want is the continuation of my church and my own life. If you act arbitrarily because you have no anchor, then we weak and fragile gods will definitely not be able to resist. This is my answer."

The Declined King pinched the sides of his cheeks to stop his smile from growing any further.

After hearing this answer, He was silent for a moment in a very human way, as if He was considering His words.

"Goddess of Night, you made a mistake."

"I am willing to be intimidated by the real Creator because my cooperation with Him is mutually beneficial. He is willing to rack his brains to save this disgusting world, and I am happy to do some favors for the future God."

“There is indeed fear of God’s power, but it is far from being fearful to death,” He said slowly.

"But you, dear."

"You have no power to threaten me. ... You are like a child holding a gun and trying to threaten me. I will indeed be killed by the gun, but at this moment, your identity and your behavior make me feel more uncomfortable than death."

Because of his own strength, he would feel uncomfortable when threatened by the weak, even more than being alert to the danger itself? Is this a common situation among the gods of the starry sky, or is it a unique character of this Outer God? The Goddess of Night recalled what she had just said, and felt that she had been polite enough, serious enough, and without any hostility or inappropriateness.

But now he heard a hint of smile in the other party's answer, it was a sneer and mockery, but strangely, he did not feel hostility and murderous intent from this sentence at the first time, only the cold nickname made him feel creepy.

…The real Creator is still watching? Isn’t what I have done enough? ? He couldn’t help but think so.

"Of course, dear, I also want to thank you. Your behavior made me realize something."

"Just like you threatened me with Antigonus who was sleeping due to madness, the Beyonders threatened other Beyonders with Sealed Objects, and the rich and nobles threatened their own kind with status and money. As long as you have external things to rely on, you will never stop doing these stupid things."

Are you afraid of the Lord of Mysteries? -- Nonsense, otherwise why would you be so cautious against the Lord of Mysteries' back-up plan?

There is no God who is not disgusted with, hates, and fears the Lord of Mysteries!
The Decayed King thought that his words when communicating with the God in a neutral state were very tactful, but he still couldn't help but describe the other party with the worst impression and rhetoric. Because He could always think of the most appropriate pranks or even torture. For example, for a God like the Son of Chaos who was confident and arrogant in his own strength, being deprived of everything and sealed in an artifact to be used by others for thousands of years was simply the most unbearable thing for Him!
It is never a good habit to gossip behind people's backs. The decadent king still has some ethics in inter-god interactions. He is even understanding and tolerant towards the Mother Goddess who is clearly a compatriot but always wants to be the mother of all brothers and sisters, except for the secretiveness.

Fear is indeed fear, but it is best not to exist if possible.

but.

The premise of fear is to be intimidated by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun and God himself!

But if he is really scared off by a weak Angel King holding a crazy half-fool, he can be threatened by the Goddess of Night today, and the Lord of Storms tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, all the gods on earth will no longer care about the King of Decay, the dual-path true god - anyway, even if he becomes the Old One, he will still be beaten to the ground by the Heavenly Venerable, right? The day after tomorrow, the real Creator can directly threaten Him with the original resurrection and the secret resurrection!
Anyway, he didn't dare to fight the pillar head-on. The worst that could happen was that they would die together!

Since I can't defeat Tianzun no matter what, and he will be scared away as soon as Tianzun comes, then what's the point of struggling?
Why is He still here? Waiting to be laughed at by the gods outside and inside until the end of the universe? Or waiting to die?
They are still somewhat wary of the real Creator and help each other, but if any weakling here dares to be arrogant to Him with the so-called trump card of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", then He might as well not live and go back to the starry sky to find a place to die!
"...I need to make you realize that your own weakness is the original sin of everything!"

The struggle, devouring and death of the gods are normal, just like the natural selection in the natural world. This is the law of the world! Why do we have to use the so-called human weighing of pros and cons and rationality to judge the ecology in the natural environment?
Since they can't defeat the pillars in the end, the gods might as well just surrender! Since humans are going to die sooner or later, what's the point of living?
Why don't you just die? Why don't you just stop living? Why don't you just stop being born? Just die! Go to hell!
Since you, the "Eternal Darkness", will definitely return in the end, then what are you, what are you doing alive now? Just go and die!
At the moment the atmosphere changed, endless sins emerged from His soul, and the blood rain turned into cursed flames, falling from the red sky and setting the snow-capped mountains and the ground of the Amanda Mountains on fire.

The flames formed a hideous face, with seven evil dark starlights gathered on the head like a crown. Under the scattered blue light and shadow, the flame curtain that covered the sky and the sun looked down at the blurred-looking girl like the sky was collapsing, and the torn mouth spewed out burning breath.

"It is the pillars that I fear, not you."

"Your behavior is the greatest insult. Even if you are a true God, a dual-path true God, I will kill you."

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the bright and even scorching sunlight pierced through the illusory projection of the kingdom of God and the hidden curtain like sharp swords. At the same time, the space around the Goddess of Night suddenly became darker. On the top of the main peak of the distant Honachis Mountain, in the magnificent and ruined palace, the eyelids of a man with an ancient yet youthful face trembled slightly, and his half-open and half-closed eyes showed a tendency to open for a moment. An illusory mask engraved with "Line of Change, Eye without Pupil" slowly appeared on his face.

“It’s really disgusting.”

The Decayed King complained to the air, without a subject. Then, He immediately looked into the distance, cleared his throat, and his voice suddenly became low, speaking the ancient language of the Kingdom of Night, like singing with a breath of tranquility and destruction:

"Go to sleep, Antigonus."

"The waking world is so ugly, why do you want to wake up again?"

"Do you want to wake up and be forced to submit to your enemies, be killed, and be eaten, and think about the feeling of your country being destroyed and your family being ruined over and over again?"

"Have a dream. I wish you a good dream. Dream of the Hornachis Mountains when the sun is shining, dream of those people who are no longer afraid of death because of your existence, dream of the feeling of galloping in the mountains, dream of my sister's lullaby, and dream of the kingdom of night that seems to exist forever."

The black spirit line floating in the air like seaweed swayed slowly. In an instant, the blessing of "self-strengthening" brought a quiet song of the end. The devil's bewitchment and filthy words fell on Antigonus at the same time, trying his best to push the demon wolf, who had not yet awakened, back into a long dream and eternal sleep, to enhance his own consciousness and prevent the awakening of the "1+1" angel king, Tianzun.

"Dream……"

The son of the ancient god, with his eyes half open and half closed, muttered in his sleep. The dead silence that was different from sleep made his thinking slow for a few seconds. Seeing that he had gained time, the Decayed King immediately turned his attention back to himself. The Goddess of Night, who had waited for the help and support of the true Creator, breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to continue to bring Antigonus into secret, the huge flaming face of the devil suddenly appeared in front of her.

"die!"

"invalid!"

"Do you really have to stop me? I'm clearly helping you." The tone of the decayed king suddenly became frivolous and cold. "Such fine weather, with burning rain falling from the sky and sinful winds blowing across the land, is perfect for a god to die!!"

The Decayed King suddenly stretched out his hand, and the burning golden light quickly dissipated the black mist. Without any hesitation, he pronounced a sentence to the blurry-faced goddess:
"die!!"

Just a gust of wind, or a flash of lightning. When the Goddess of Night wanted to say something for the last time, the rust of death quickly extended upward from the end of Her skirt. When the purification and invalidation of the true creator came, most of the figure had been swallowed up by the rust. When She shattered into pieces, the entire sky made a continuous sound like broken glass.

Suddenly, the mysterious sky dissipated, and the Kingdom of Night was exposed to reality.

At the foot of Mount Honachis, the spiritual threads of the people in several small villages flew up quickly and fell into the hands of a high being on the top of the mountain. The people stopped all their activities in an instant, holding the things in their hands, lined up like a group of tin soldiers being manipulated by children, and walked towards the top of the mountain unsteadily.

The illusory mask gradually reappeared, and the eternally sleeping god seemed to be slowly waking up.

"You broke your promise to me!"

"I didn't, my friend. You should thank me for removing the biggest obstacle to your plan to save the world."

"Without the Goddess of Night, the balance between the three gods you promised me has been broken!"

"Who said there is no goddess of the night?"

The Decayed King asked back in a stern voice, with countless complicated possibilities appearing in his eyes. A white feather pen fell from the air and hurriedly wrote on the ground:

"The Goddess of Night is at the top of the path, and the paths have a strong aggregation ability. So it is reasonable for the Mother of Heaven, who is a Sequence One, to appear in the capital of Segar, which is closest to the Kingdom of Loen!"

0-08 is written randomly, and now it doesn't care how incoherent it is.

A door to hell flowing with flames and lava opened beside Him. He reached in and grabbed out a woman with black hair and black clothes, with a beautiful but terrified face.

The Decayed King neatly stuffed the sequence one and the uniqueness in his hand into the hands of the Mother of Heaven. The possibility of successfully accommodating the uniqueness was maximized at this moment. In an instant, the characteristics turned into scattered stars and merged into the body of the Mother of Heaven who had not yet reacted to the situation.

"Isn't it just to have a stable triangle relationship? Isn't it just to let Tianzun continue to sleep?"

"Isn't it just that I hope that the eternal darkness will be in your hands?"

The terrified eyes of the Mother of Heaven suddenly became dark and deep. In her eyes, there were two souls and two consciousnesses fighting fiercely, biting each other like wild beasts, with deep hatred and disgust. At first, one of them was in an absolutely disadvantageous position, but soon, He who had gained strength and anchor quickly began to defend and prepare to counterattack. And this body stood there stupidly, the black robe was torn by the wolf's claws, and the starry sky flowed down wrapped in the night, dressing Him in a well-cut and gorgeous dress. The beautiful face gradually changed into a hideous and terrifying demon wolf's muzzle, and the night sky woven with moonlight fell from the sky and turned into a thin black veil covering the face.

The spirit of the god came back in an instant, and the corresponding symbol in the astral world, which had not yet been extinguished, immediately began to shine again.

The sky returned to normal again, blocking the ferocious faces that were looming. The towns, mountains and churches that were gradually exposed to the real world gradually disappeared again, and were once again shrouded in the shadow of the vague and dark skirt behind the "Mother of Secrets".

The Outer God sneered sinisterly, revealing his power and malice without hesitation:

"Isn't the goddess of night here?"

TBC
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Decline: Damn it, so annoying, you always flip the table, you are so confident, why don’t you flip it? ! Mother of Heaven, take care of your brother!
(End of this chapter)