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

Chapter 323 Getting Ready
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The turbid and dark spirit is filled with flashing scarlet that symbolizes madness and dark colors that suppress negativity.

The red moonlight emanated from the sphere in Edward's hand, temporarily acting as a simple barrier to block external influences. He sighed, loosened his hand, and watched the neurotic madness brought about by the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire in silence for a few seconds, then sighed again.

"Can you be more cheerful? I'm really worried that my depression will relapse after I eat your uniqueness."

"You want to eat me, and you have so many demands?" The Bound God barely got rid of the old pollution for a while with the help of the Outer Gods. He was listless and spoke weakly, "You are stronger than the Mother Tree of Desire. I can't resist you. Kill me if you want."

"Don't be so pessimistic. I just want uniqueness."

Edward stretched out his hand and casually made a cross on his chest: "You can say that you successfully saved yourself, or you can thank the Creator. After all, it was He who wanted you, who had resisted the Mother Tree of Desire for a thousand years, to live. Although I have no interest in accepting an angel as my own, He might be interested."

The Bound God was silent for a while. He moved his twisted and hideous mummy body, reached out and pulled out the disgusting flower-like tumor that was slowly growing in the gap of the bandage. The coagulated blood of the mythical creature surged in the wound, and there was no expression on his shriveled face.

"Did I ever have any choice?"

"Perhaps there was."

The demon stretched out his hand, and under the strong aggregation effect of adjacent pathways, the body of the Angel King of the "Prisoner" pathway twisted and deformed involuntarily, and twisted claws and fangs grew in the filthy spirit. The bandage wrapped around his body like a shroud was attracted, as if it had its own will, and it was torn off the body of the mythical creature with flesh and blood.

The Bound God showed great endurance. The fear of losing power and the pain of having his uniqueness forcibly stripped away by the aggregation effect were all hidden under his expression without any fluctuations. He had long been numb from the torture day after day.

"Maybe there was. There is no right or wrong in choosing a path. The fact that you lived to become the King of Angels also proves your ability... Most importantly, you made the right choice when fighting against the Mother Tree of Desire. This choice and your patience saved your life."

"..."

But the patience and restraint I exercised for various reasons only saved my life in the end.

The Bound God maintained the good habit of keeping silent, and it was difficult to see any expression on his mummy-like face.

Edward comforted Him casually, not expecting any real reaction from the Bound God. When the bandages were wrapped around His wrists, the prayers and praises from the believers gradually became clear in His mind.

After staying on Earth for a long time, the Outer Gods have become accustomed to these messy prayers. Demons will pray to Him anyway, people who do evil will also pray to Him, and those who desire revenge and power will directly regard the abyss as their first choice. In short, the composition of believers is very complicated - oh, it is worth mentioning that with the further rapid decline in the reputation of "abyss" and "hell", the affirmation of the Creator Church and the more complete analysis of the mystical meaning, now "You go to hell!" This new type of insult with a strong old-fashioned flavor has begun to prevail.

Edward reached out and grabbed the strange shroud that was beginning to merge with his skin. After initially forcing the uniqueness to be contained with the help of his aggregation ability, he first gave some small punishments to all the believers who called upon the "Mother Tree of Desire" in their prayers.

"I won't eat you for now, but I may not eat you in the future."

"If you have a strong sense of self-esteem, you can ignore what I am going to say next. If you want to stay alive, you can consider handing over Sequence 1 as soon as possible. I am not interested in hunting down an ordinary angel."

As they talked, their fate and mystical connection began to interact normally, and the visible or invisible constraints were transferred layer by layer from the bound god to the new prisoner path true god. Unlike the single form of the "devil" path, the self-restraint and external force constraints symbolized by the "prisoner" are closely related to all people and things, specifically the straitjackets used to restrain patients in mental hospitals, and abstractly to the law or some kind of conventional social standards. People yearn for freedom in shackles, but in the fear of absolute freedom, they build layers of cages to block and restrain themselves, thereby maintaining a delicate balance between nature and sociality, a gap between indulgence and restraint.

Edward suddenly felt a substantial restraining force acting on himself first—

“Prisoner” made Him want to stop, cease moving, and set a range of movement for Himself in terms of space;
The "madman" clamors to restrain reason and replace thinking with pure instinct;
The "werewolf" denies all social concepts such as etiquette and morality, and looks forward to acting like a wild animal without any constraints;
Then, the "living corpses" let the spirits become rigid as the vitality of the life force activity decreases, imprisoning the spirits in the flesh, and the "vengeful souls" are a rebellion against the previous sequence, excessively liberating the souls bound by the flesh;
"Familiar, feeling..."

Edward muttered with difficulty. This feeling of being wrapped in layers of curses was very familiar. He had a chance to breathe when he was promoted step by step, but now they were all strengthened by the uniqueness, like many layers of cloth wrapped together, leaving no breathing space. The "puppet" restricted his mobility like a "zombie" and set more restrictions. The "silent disciple" directly made him not want to speak, and even further made him want to cut off contact with the world, not listen, not see, not speak, not perceive, so as to achieve a two-way, true and complete silence.

At this time, the malicious indulgence from the "devil" path is like a flame that ignites the suffocating veil, burning away all the constraints of the body, mind and non-biological instincts with the purest wild malice.

Any restraint will become vulnerable in the face of arbitrary evil.

"Whatever it is," said the demon, "I won't listen to it."

The Bound God seemed much more relaxed. Under the shining of the red moon, His spirituality became active within a normal range.

"It can be considered that we have already acted out the role in advance..."

The "ancient evil" and "divine evil" are interacting with the demonic path, with evil curses and malice as the bond, sometimes connected by indulging malice as a commonality, and sometimes contradicting each other in essence.

At the same time, the cries and prayers of the believers constructed another cognition, that is, the identity of the "bound god" and "mother tree of desire" imagined by the believers, which was either kind, or violent, or restrained, or indulgent, and contradictory to each other.

This is the spiritual imprint of Tolzna, a trace left by His uniqueness that has lasted for more than a thousand years.

Faced with this spiritual imprint that was like a stubborn stain, Edward did not resist too much and directly chose to let go of his spirit.

In an instant, He swallowed up the spiritual imprint of Tolzna, and thousands of years of memories that did not belong to Him appeared out of thin air in the records of the declining king. These memories quickly turned over, turning over the ancient and barbaric era, following the time when the "Alien King" Kwashitun led his alien creatures to plunder resources day after day, turning over the time when the fire of civilization first shone, gradually accepted civilization, touched "moderation" and broke away from the biological instincts. The long self-transformation, turning over the days when humans began to try to cultivate normal believers after becoming increasingly prosperous, turning over the mighty catastrophe, turning over the thousand-year-long seclusion in the southern continent, and turning over the endless painful years after being eroded by the Mother Tree of Desire.

The Declined King read through Tolzner's entire life up to that point, turned it into a record, and stored it in the ocean of his own thoughts.

With this as the core, He accepted the stigma of the "Bound God" and naturally and easily integrated the uniqueness.

The old veil with an oppressive atmosphere clung to His body like a second layer of skin. His thoughts and spirituality were suppressed, and his rationality and desires were bound at the same time, but under the layers of shackles, the power to explode was brewing.

At this moment, He felt Himself in the bodies of different believers, in every human being, in various animals, in the seals, and in all spiritual things.

He can influence them, control them, and all spiritual things seem to be truly touched by Him.

There were no excessive announcements, no reactions that showed power, just that everything in the world was affected in an imperceptible way in the instant just now, some became anxious, some became more silent.

"The Bound" was born.

The most intuitive feeling that this brought to Edward was that his sealing ability had been significantly enhanced. At the moment when he took back the Red Moon for sealing, he seemed to feel the vicious gaze of his maternal compatriot staring at him.

"good."

He turned to look at Tolzner: "Perhaps one day after you die, I will continue to live under your identity."

"It's horrible," Tolzner said quietly.

Before he died, he saw a person who claimed to be himself continue to live. Even if the other person had his own life experience, his own memories, and everything about himself, could that be regarded as his own continued life? Tolzner felt that he would die with regrets.

Edward smiled and said, "Don't worry about these little things. Our time together is very long. Maybe when you are really dying, you will be glad that you still have someone. I have recorded your life. If you are eaten by me, I will also regard you as a part of me."

"No," said Tolzner, "at least not now."

"Well, you have a choice now."

Looking up at the sky, the symbols of the starry sky have changed, and the symbol of the "bound god" has dimmed and fallen to the status of a subordinate god.

"The way you prisoners live should not be mainly influenced by the outside world. More accurately, your shackles should come from within."

Tolzner raised his head. Edward didn't want to talk anymore. "External constraints can only make you closer to being a 'prisoner'. What really imprisons you is your own heart. It might be better to set limits for yourself, break through them with good or evil as motivation, and then set new limits."

After saying these words, Edward felt a deep "no need to talk". A contradictory emotion of wanting to be self-enclosed, but also wanting to break through all constraints and run towards absolute freedom affected his ability to judge things. Although the instinctive changes brought about by the uniqueness and path were not enough to influence his will, after a while, he no longer had the mood to communicate with Tolzner, and directly threw him out of this closed space.

Edward also did not intend to say hello to the believers in the highlands. He left the astral realm mechanically and asked in a stiff voice:
"Go to the East Continent?"

……

Richard frowned and looked at the "Cursed King" Baranca beside him.

He asked, "Did you feel anything special just now?"

Barranca whispered with some fear: "Just now, for a moment, I felt that my spirits did not belong to me, and they could kill me, just like I killed others with insignificant objects."

"me too."

Richard muttered, "Why do I feel like the gods we meet are unlikable no matter how they change?"

These outrageous words immediately made Balanca show the same painful and hideous expression as Mahmus. He quietly moved away from Richard to prevent himself from being affected by the punishment of the Angel of Temperance.

"Don't be so timid. He won't punish you for such a small matter." Richard glanced at his colleague, and seemed to be gloating. "Speaking of which, those who were disemboweled just now were praying to the Mother Tree of Desire. Now you should revise your prayer rituals and wordings."

Suddenly, his spirit moved slightly and he looked into the distance.

A skinny figure in a gray cloak was seen walking towards him from afar on the path at the end of his sight. He was barefoot and looked as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but he had a powerful spirituality that was so intimidating that Balanca subconsciously moved behind Richard.

The cloaked man gradually approached, revealing an equally dry, scarred face under his hood.

He looked at Richard, and Richard also looked at Him, with expressions and movements that could be called blasphemous. And except for the scars and spirituality that made people tremble with fear, this face was so ordinary that it was impossible to remember it, like an ascetic monk that could be seen everywhere.

And Barranca was hesitating whether to kneel down.

"I remember you."

Tolzner suddenly spoke.

"You prayed to me, praying that I could give you a copy of Sequence One."

"But you didn't give it to me." Richard said in a complaining tone, "You didn't give me Uniqueness and Sequence One, and you were unwilling to help me backstab S'ea. How can I have the ability to rectify the Rose School?"

"I don't have the strength to spare." Tolzner calmly responded to the prayer that made His eyes go dark.

"Do you have any spare energy now?"

Barranca was so frightened by this that he almost fell to his knees. Richard seemed to have no idea how to write the words humility and piety. He seriously negotiated with the former "Bound God": "It seems that you will not give me your Sequence One. Then you might as well work with me to kill Suea and snatch His Sequence One. This way, I can make further progress and the Highland Resistance Army will have an easier time."

"You are the god I have believed in devoutly for more than a hundred years, and Sua has been causing trouble for the Temperance Faction and the Rose School, confusing your cognition and seizing your anchor. So, you should be partial to me for my piety, right?"

Richard's wild words silenced even the Bound God who had been a god for more than a thousand years. This believer with a unique painting style spoke wildly.

Balanca didn't dare to breathe, and Tolzna was speechless, but the other party was the positive anchor who played many important roles after his condition was bad. He helped him reintegrate the Rose School, reintegrate the Highland Resistance, and even opposed the Indulgence Faction's idea that "the Bound God is the incarnation of the Mother Tree of Desire". However, he could hardly show any expression, and couldn't even protect the other party.

Thinking of this, the little bit of humanity that had been suppressed along with his instincts came to the fore again.

He nodded: "But I can't guarantee your safety in the future." I can help you defeat Sua, but I can't defeat that Outer God.

"It's ok."

Richard understood the other party's concerns and immediately smiled. "He will not care about these trivial matters - ah, or rather, He is willing to watch me struggle for a while longer. You are really a forgiving and merciful god! I have believed in you devoutly for more than a hundred years. As early as when the Church of the Bound God still existed, I was able to recite your teachings by heart. Thank you for your generosity. Now it seems that I can finally get some normal help."

"Have I ever given abnormal help?"

"No, you didn't help me."

Richard smiled. "When my mother starved to death, I prayed to you, but you didn't answer me. The priests said that we are born to suffer, and only by suffering can we be strong and strong. When my master and I were on the run, I prayed to you. I wanted to know why we were suffering all the time, why war and death were endless, and when could we enjoy strength and happiness? But my master said that suffering was the path we chose, our destiny. When the resistance army and I were defeated by the Northern Continent, I also prayed to you. I said that I had suffered so much, but where was the way to become stronger? You didn't answer me either."

"Lord! There are so many ways, but we are the only one who suffers like this. When suffering becomes the norm and endurance becomes a habit, we numb ourselves day after day, accept our fate, and no longer resist."

The Angel of Temperance pushed up his glasses, speaking in a relaxed tone with an unchanged smile.

"If suffering is our destiny, then I absolutely do not accept this destiny."

Baranca half-knelt on the ground with his head down. He had originally pulled hard on Richard's clothes to try to stop him from talking, but after hearing the following words, he gradually loosened his grip and finally fell into a speechless silence.

Tolzner also thought in silence. He tried to find these prayers from his memory, but he soon gave up.

After the war began, too many people had similar experiences, and countless people had asked Him the same question. He didn't know which tortured child in his memory the angel in front of him grew up from.

"...Do you need me to apologize?" Tolzner asked seriously, "You gave me faith, and I was responsible for protecting you. I didn't do it, and even needed your anchor to save me. I should apologize to you."

Balanca was horrified and wanted to speak, but he had not yet overcome his fear of faith, and he did not dare to accept the apology of the gods.

Even though God had become extremely weak and fell from heaven to earth.

Richard frowned in confusion, then smiled teasingly.

"Oh, you are so polite... and you are apologizing. How embarrassing!" The Temperance Angel came closer and patted Tolzner on the shoulder. His expression and tone gradually became closer to the demon whisper that Tolzner had just heard, making the latter feel uncomfortable. "Are you still thinking about how to save your believers? Are you still hesitating about how to recover the losses of the Highland Kingdom in the past two hundred years? In this case, why don't you join me and devote your infinite life to the infinite struggle for the people of the Highland Kingdom?"

"You seem to be very free. How about this? Let's drive away the troops stationed in the southern continent tonight, and then restore the country tomorrow..."

TBC
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Others play the role of prisoners: indulgence, moderation

Decay plays the prisoner: imprisoned on Earth for 1,400 years
Recently, due to classes and review, the update time will be more abstract, and I basically write it when I have time.

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