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

Chapter 325: New Tour of the Old Place
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“Thank God for giving us food.”

“Thank God for giving us drinking water.”

A bamboo basket, simple slices of white bread and jam were placed on the spread-out tablecloth. Several low- to mid-sequence Beyonders with silver crosses on their chests found a clean and pollution-free place in a nearby city and had lunch like a picnic.

Apart from the gloomy sky, the surroundings were filled with polluted and distorted land, incessant whispers in the ears, and suspicious dark traces everywhere, including the complex and tired expressions of the diners. This could indeed be barely considered a picnic.

Because there was no living person in the nearest town, it had been abandoned for nearly half a month and there was not even a clean table to eat at.

In the distance is a black world, a black earth, a gloomy sky, blood-red water from the sea, and countless demon minions lurking in the dark, mutated from wild animals and marine life.

In order to prevent more water sources from being polluted, the red river has been blocked, and at the end it has gathered into a terrifying blood lake, which makes people want to jump in if they get close to it. It has devoured many lives, but the church is currently helpless against it.

"What's the status of Sealed Artifact 1-087?" asked the man who looked like the captain while eating.

The member of the team who was responsible for keeping the sealed object immediately opened his arms, his face filled with joy: "Praise the Lord! Praise the sun!"

After saying this, the team member glanced at his companions with an unbelievably fanatical look. The others put down their food one after another and followed the seal's request to praise the sun and the Lord perfunctorily. One of the team members said:
"It looks like the seal is in good condition."

“…Let someone else take it.” The captain rubbed his brow in pain. “We just had to draw this kind of Sealed Artifact that needs to be responded to every hour of use, and it will continue to affect the Beyonder’s mental state. Our team’s purification progress has fallen far behind.”

The other team members nodded in agreement. During the days of participating in the land purification mission, with the help of this seal, everyone's piety has increased or decreased to varying degrees. They exchanged glances, suddenly jumped up, and together held down their companion who was praying to the Lord every time he ate a bite of bread, and snatched away a small lamp-like object amid the other party's ghostly howling. After the lamp was snatched away, the team member who was praying fervently suddenly calmed down. He sat up straight, straightened his clothes, made the sign of the cross on his body, and then complained to the captain:
"I've been holding it for five hours, Captain, give me overtime pay, the pants I wore yesterday were praising the sun!"

"I also took seven hours. You are a Sequence 6 'Notary'. You are the most suitable person to hold 1-087 until I recover."

"But Captain, we can apply for allowances and subsidies just for participating in this mission!" the notary insisted.

"We can only write the application after we complete today's purification mission."

The notary had no choice but to continue eating indignantly. Halfway through his meal, the "Priest of Light" next to him chatted, "We are here to purify these lands. I heard that the next step for the church is to arrange for Beyonders who are good at farming to develop the land. The price of food in the city has risen sharply recently."

"Recently, the church has been promoting the encouragement of clergy family members to become Low-Sequence Beyonders and contribute to the church. Right now, the most popular position in the church is still the 'farmer'. If you become a 'farmer' and actively participate in agricultural activities, your family can also receive a subsidy of around 2 gold Louis." The Priest of Light said as he put pork sausage into his bread slices. "Before I came here, I heard from the Aurora Society's envoy in the church that they were considering whether to invite someone to guide their work. His name is Frank, and he is a wild 'farmer' who does not belong to the Church of Mother Earth."

"Frank? I haven't heard of him. There are only a few famous scholars and bishops in the Church of Mother Earth."

The notary asked curiously, "Who is this? Is he very powerful?"

"Should be very powerful, right?" The Priest of Light was not too sure and scratched his head. "But when Deacon Montemar heard this name, his expression was not very good..."

The deacon of Montemar he mentioned was none other than the most sought-after deacon of the Cathedral of Light in Intis, Ms. Irena Albert Montemar. It was said that this lady was inspired by the Lord at the age of ten, foresaw the glory and greatness of the Lord in the future, and became a messenger of the Aurora Society. Her faith was pure and flawless, her eyes were as bright as the sun, and she had a pure and kind heart like an angel. She was willing to help the people of the distant and barbaric southern continent, build factories, and provide jobs.

The attitude of the Creator Church towards the nobles is currently somewhat ambiguous, but through Ms. Montemar's treatment and words, most of the nobles have temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, believing that the Creator Church still needs them.

They increased their donations to the Church of the Creator, putting large amounts of gold and property in the offering box in an attempt to save their own lives, which allowed the church's subsidy for low-income people and the construction of several church schools to proceed smoothly.

It is worth mentioning that the Steam Church, which has obtained new technologies, has been actively working in the construction industry. It only needs a team of extraordinary people led by a demigod to build a three-story building with complete furniture and gas pipelines in one day, just like building blocks.

After lunch, a group of people packed up their tablecloths and bamboo baskets and stood up. They approached the outskirts of the town. The erosion was too strong. After a few days, they still hadn't completely cleansed the town. One of the priests of light raised the lamp-like thing.

“The Lord said, ‘Let there be light, and with it the devils will be driven out of the earth!’”

Along with his shouts, bursts of bright light emanated from the lamp in his hand. When the light was at its peak, it looked like a small sun. Black mist rose from the surrounding land. The mutterings and malice that almost drove people crazy were blocked by the light, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After a round of purification, the black color on the ground became slightly lighter.

But ahead of them, there are entire plains, and even distant coasts and oceans that need to be purified, and the purification work takes almost a year.

At the same time, a smile appeared on the face of the Priest of Light, and he raised his arms and pointed to the sky: "Praise the Lord!"

“Do ten more purifications, and then leave it to me.” The Sequence 5 captain said, “Continue…”

Suddenly, the lamp in the hands of the Priest of Light went out, and the sky became windy and cloudy. The gloomy clouds suddenly dispersed, and in an instant, there was no cloud in the sky. It was as if real golden sunlight fell from the sky, and a warm and holy atmosphere enveloped the entire mountain.

At the moment when this breath fell, the extraordinary people of the Sun Path all trembled slightly with excitement. They bathed in the light, felt the activeness of their own spirituality and the mighty power of the great existence, acquired knowledge, and forgot to kneel for a moment.

The light fell on the polluted mountains and fields. The black soil and red water gradually lost their filthiness. Countless creatures hiding in the shadows howled and turned into smoke and disappeared in the sunlight. The earth gradually turned back to its normal brown color, and even gradually glowed with vitality under the light. The water slowly became clear, but there were no creatures in it. There was only clear water that could be seen to the bottom and sand and mud at the bottom of the river.

It was as if God's gaze was shining down, and the world before my eyes was completely new.

God's gaze continued forward. On the polluted beach and coastline, countless wandering hideous and twisted low-level demonic creatures collapsed silently like sand castles in the waves. In the blood-red sea, countless monsters were following the waves to the shore, but with a sweep of the pure light, they were all decomposed into the most basic spirituality. Even the surging sea water gradually faded its blood color and hit the beach.

The purification task, which was originally expected to take at least five years per cycle, was completed within a few breaths.

Countless extraordinary people who were carrying sealed objects or led by demigod priests themselves witnessed the coming of the miracle. They were intoxicated by the breath of the gods and witnessed the power of the gods to change the world. Then they knelt down devoutly and praised the name of the Creator.

The haze dissipated, the sun shone brightly, the earth was filled with golden light, and among the fields, rivers and mountains, the first passing bird broke the silence.

……

"I arranged everything before I left."

Edward followed the True Creator for a walk in the other's kingdom of God, flipping through the files he had taken from the office desk before leaving, and commented with interest:
"You plan to use solar energy? The premise of solar energy is to get some electricity first, right? Electricity requires cooperation with the Steam Church, but how are you going to teach them how to use it? Send instructions to the subconscious ocean group? Right now it seems that food is still the most in demand. Without supporting facilities, the only use of your solar energy is probably to provide hot water to the Intis people."

"This is the first time that the Steam Church has come into contact with the concept of electricity, so they are still a little restrained. I guess they don't expect to come up with anything."

"Normal. After all, they have been preaching in Loen for so long."

Edward flipped through the pages and found a report on the nobles, as well as intelligence on the nobles handed in by a divine messenger named Ms. D. His expression became lively again: "Your attitude towards the nobles is very interesting. You favor and reward the families that took the lead in converting, and then put pressure on others. Do you want them to try their best to please you and your church, and slowly strip them of their money and status?"

"It will be of no benefit to me to rashly take over their industry." The True Creator said calmly: "If I use drastic measures on these people who control most of the country's wealth, they are likely to secretly sell out the country during the time I am away from Intis. For the sake of national stability and stable income, it is better to be gentle now."

"Montmar, Lefebvre, Bernard...they are all names of people I know."

Edward finished reading the file and casually placed it in a corner of the Kingdom of the True Creator. "These noble families seem to have not changed much, but only the Sauron family has fallen completely? How pitiful."

He looked at the back of the True Creator's head and asked casually, "By the way, you already know about the Highland Kingdom, right?"

The true Creator did not speak at the first moment, but answered with silence:

"The Highland Resistance has returned all the seals of the local Sun Path and the characteristics of the church members stationed there."

"I was thinking that if the Highlands became independent, the economy of Intis would once again suffer a painful blow, so I tried to arrange all matters as much as possible before leaving."

Perhaps because the road ahead was filled with uncertainty and danger, the True Creator spoke a few more words. He looked at the purified land beneath his feet, and did not respond to the fanatical prayers of the believers. Instead, He crossed the northern continent and the ocean through the Kingdom of God and headed for the sea.

"…Although there are still very few 'cultivators', as long as they are properly utilized, Intis can survive the famine caused by the economic crisis. The rest depends on the church to regulate the market and actively rescue the people."

"This is a good opportunity for the God of Steam and Machinery." Edward looked back, although he could not see Intis.

“That’s right.” The True Creator looked into the distance, “I hope He can seize this opportunity.”

Edward smiled and said, "Perhaps what happens next is what you expect."

"Do you see any possibility?"

"If you are seeking my advice, then..." Edward the Demon whispered, "I suggest you turn back right now and kill the Lord of Storms. This will avoid some troubles that I think are very entertaining. Of course, you will also be closer to the original."

As they were talking, they happened to pass over the sea, looking at the beautiful blue below, the scattered islands, and the pirates and sailors active on the sea. War brings chaos, and chaos is the norm on the sea, an opportunity as well as a disaster. The pirates are doing well, and countless people are rushing to the sea of ​​their dreams, making it more lively than before.

The True Creator was silent for a second and shook his head.

“Leodro is not someone who will sit and wait for death, but, with the Origin in front of me, I no longer care what means He uses to struggle.” The True Creator stepped forward, crossing the sea and the island, and said in a calm tone, “If He really has any ideas... considering that He is a righteous God who has protected mankind for thousands of years, I am willing to give Him some dignity.”

"I like your attitude."

Edward stopped trying to persuade them, and they followed the True Creator across the sea, into the sea of ​​ruins of the God Wars, where countless divine powers remained. The various forces that separated the East Continent from the outside world had begun to weaken, and through the darkness and the tides, the rich tides and the waves of knowledge, as if penetrating a barrier invisible to the naked eye, they left the Kingdom of God, left the Star Realm, and landed in a brand new land.

At first glance, this place seems to be no different from the outside world, just a barren wilderness.

The wilderness was bare, made of gravel with no grass. The land was a strange black color, and there were filthy water sources everywhere. Such a barren land with nothing in it gave people a very strange feeling. There were no plants, no animals, and even no monsters.

However, the sun in the sky is shining here peacefully - probably because there are spiritual things everywhere in this land, and the sun is here now, the spirituality of the Eastern Continent is active, and it is even warmer than outside.

The True Creator looked at the mountain in the distance. Nothing could be hidden in the sunlight. There was nothing on the mountain, but there was a strange darkness. Only a strange huge inverted cross remained there, as high as the mountain. Low mutterings sounded like thunder in the darkness, and even the sunlight could not illuminate it.

That is His remains...or what is left of His former self.

When his rational clone ascended to the throne of God in the outside world, all the extraordinary characteristics of the body left in the East Continent were naturally transferred to him, and this body lost consciousness and extraordinary characteristics, becoming a relic.

Originally, the existence of the True Creator was quite dangerous to the survivors of the East Continent. The Hanged Man became a god here, and this land was the place where He was born, His kingdom of God. How could a living person live in a kingdom of God filled with the crazy ravings and mad spirits of the gods? As a madman, He could only watch them gradually die without any way to do anything. After He left, the environment of the East Continent finally became a little more habitable than before.

But—He can feel it.

Amid the sins he bears, the souls of the people of the East Continent who died because of him are crying.

Crying for the untimely deaths of their loved ones, crying for the fact that their descendants have to survive in such a harsh environment, crying for the destruction of all the past, crying for the fact that it was their own Lord who destroyed it all.

“I like this place.”

This place is filled with despair. It has been barren for a thousand years. Hope has been swallowed up by time. And it should have been waiting for the end of the world in endless despair...

I like this lifeless and hopeless world here, and to pay tribute to it, I should fully enjoy the joy of this extreme decline and then destroy it.

Different from the complex and heavy thoughts of the real Creator, the Outer God seemed to have arrived at a tourist spot that he had planned to visit for a long time. He exuded a happy atmosphere all over his body, but He had a high emotional intelligence and did not say what was in his heart.

Edward stretched himself, walked around a few steps in a good mood, then squatted down, searched purposefully among the gravel and rocks, and took out a piece of strange-looking object.

"An amulet made from some monster's tooth."

Edward said in a tone of someone who had discovered an interesting souvenir, "Let me see. It's a mutant extraordinary feline creature, made from the second tooth on the front... The creator died in battle eight hundred and thirty years ago, and made it for his son... This item was passed down for five generations, and the last owner left because he was old and didn't want to be a burden to others. He walked here alone and starved to death. Well, he was lucky. He didn't encounter any extraordinary creatures before he died, and was eaten after he died. He died six hundred and twelve years ago."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the strange ornament, then raised his head and asked with a smile:

"If you're not in a hurry, how about we go for a walk first?"

"According to his memory, if we keep walking east for three cycles of day and night, we will reach the town where he lives."

"Don't you want to go take a look?"

TBC
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After finishing the update, do the homework, haha!

(End of this chapter)