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

Chapter 333: The Final Battle

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After saying this, the True Creator looked at the Outer Gods who had not changed from the day before and asked:
"Where have you been during this time?"

"I walked around here for a few times, without disturbing you and your believers, and came to take a look at this old city."

Edward spoke in a relaxed tone, his eyes sweeping across the old and faded remains of the city below. This perfectly preserved city building was as beautiful as an exquisite model, as if it were the remains of civilization in his own kingdom of God, making him eager to move.

Just like a collector seeing his favorite type of artifact, this unique old city that has been preserved as completely as possible and fully reflects the erosion of time is the perfect souvenir.

“Don’t even think about it.” The True Creator saw what the Outer Gods were thinking.

"Then why didn't you make such a big noise when you fought?"

Edward reluctantly turned his gaze away from the old city, muttering, "There are very few things from the past on your Earth. This is the best preserved part before the destruction. The rest can only be dug from the seabed."

"The seabed." The True Creator frowned slightly, "Those drilling platforms..."

"They are called 'deep sea wells' in maritime legends," Edward joked. "Many pirates have seen them, but they say there is an inexplicable attraction in them, so some people think there may be some extraordinary items hidden in the wells."

The True Creator snorted, turned around, and walked along the top of the rift towards the end of the old city.

"Isn't the thing in there the 'Sea of ​​Chaos'?"

"It has occupied the center of the earth and polluted the source of oil. It clearly symbolizes omniscience and omnipotence, but it has slowed down the development of technology."

"Omniscience and omnipotence have nothing to do with sheep."

Edward followed, joking as he walked: "Perhaps for the people in your world, a society without civilization, where people believe devoutly and pray devoutly from birth, dedicate their entire lives to their faith, and then die, is the best? The ignorant are always happy."

The true Creator didn't even want to turn around and give Him a glance:

"Still helping me stabilize my humanity?"

"You can understand it this way." The Outer God replied with deep conviction, "The more humane you are, the better it is for me. We are on the same side now. I will definitely do my best to help you become the main personality of God."

After He said this, the True Creator had no intention of refuting it, so he answered casually:
"Then the kind of social structure you're talking about is naturally possible when there are gods."

"Oh?"

"When the gods exist, they also become objective reality. Of course, we need to analyze them together." The real Creator slowed down his pace and waited for Edward to catch up with him and was only two steps away from him. Then he continued in a very academic atmosphere, "From the impression of Anchor on God, it is beneficial for both parties to develop productivity and allow humans to continue to reproduce and increase their numbers. However, Anchor's power is always limited, and humans cannot continue to multiply indefinitely. Now, reproducing more humans is actually to have more room for activities."

"You are right, but I think that allowing the people in your territory to enjoy the convenience of extraordinary productivity is actually just your selfish desire as a human being." Edward said thoughtfully, "This behavior actually has no effect on your humanity. When you obtained Intis and became the sun, the anchor of the entire country's population had already had the greatest impact on you."

"Yes, it's just my selfishness."

"Because as a human being, I hope to see a beautiful world, to see suffering eliminated, people living and working in peace and contentment, children can study and play freely, without having to sweep chimneys, do child labor, or wear military uniforms early and be sent to the battlefield."

Edward thought about the other party's words and felt that the real creator's words contained not only the concepts of the old era, but also his thoughts on the current society.

"Do you only have this idea in the Northern Continent?"

"I have the same idea for the Southern Continent and the Eastern Continent."

The True Creator gazed into the distance, occasionally lowering his head, looking at the remains of the old city gradually covered by the mist in the rift valley, his voice was steady, without any ripples: "When the people of Intis praised the Creator, I seemed to see the people of the Eastern Continent in the Third Epoch. They warned me not to repeat the same mistakes, not to slaughter humans in the name of salvation... But I have always been full of covetousness for other countries and other continents. When I see other gods' churches and other gods' countries, I will feel irritated and disdainful. I think they are not doing as well as me. Only in my hands can humans truly use the productivity of extraordinary abilities to live a happy life."

"But think about it, isn't this still herding sheep?"

"If this matter falls on the head of a giant dragon, then the dragon will rule the earth. If it falls on the head of a giant, then the giant civilization will flourish. If I help humans take care of everything in detail, then the good life of humans actually has nothing to do with humans."

He sighed, somewhat frustrated.

"Perhaps it is enough for human beings to live a happy life. At least, being able to pursue material abundance is the dream of countless people." Edward comforted him, "Maybe it's just your personal heroism. Who hasn't dreamed of saving the world? If you, God, don't save the world, then I will doubt whether there is something wrong with your thinking."

The True Creator looked upon Him.

"Edward Vaughn had this dream, too." The Outer God said, "He had this dream when he was still in primary school. He saw a classmate being bullied because of his appearance, so he thought for a long time about how to help him. Later, he kept dreaming that he could resolve all the disputes."

"And then, did he help?"

"I helped," Edward said. "When that classmate was bullied again, I picked up the chair and threw it at him. Then he was punished to write a self-criticism for fighting, and he became good friends with that classmate."

The image of the Outer God gradually overlapped with this description. The True Creator was silent for a second: "According to the principle that the more similar, the easier it is to accommodate, it seems that there is a reason why you got this identity."

"Each each other."

"No matter what, we must enlighten the people... We need to analyze specific events specifically. Since God has become an objective reality, it is impossible to completely remove God. I have to think of a way to come up with a correct education system so that humans can regard 'Extraordinary' as 'a force they can rely on', so that people are not kept in captivity by Extraordinary, but use Extraordinary to continuously develop new things for a better world..."

Edward nodded: "I think your idea is good, but why do you give me the feeling that you are saying your last words?"

"If I'm the only Outer God beside you when you say your last words, then your life is really miserable."

"Haha."

The extra emotion in the True Creator's heart immediately disappeared without a trace. He no longer tried to speak, nor did he try to express the words in his heart that he didn't know who to say. Unfortunately, the Outer Gods have always been quite interested in Earth civilization. When Klein gradually understands his good intentions, he can try to chat with Klein, provided that by then, he still wants to chat.

The ground beneath your feet is black, and the world in the rift is gray, like a landscape painting with sharp contrasts.

Before dawn, they approached a building buried under layers of dust from history.

This huge gray-white building has no doors and is square in shape, like a giant coffin.

Edward frowned. At such a close distance, he gradually felt the spirituality and oppression from the "Chaos Sea". The pillar-level symbol of the old days was slowly fluctuating under the building in front of him like a windless sea. He couldn't help but slow down his pace a little.

“Like a cocoon.”

“The cocoon that gave birth to God.”

"It's a shelter, a cage, and a coffin." The True Creator continued the other party's words. He slowly walked into the front of the huge building. The memories that had been buried for thousands of years struggled to break through the dust and emerged in the Creator's mind like a series of faded old photos. "I remember that at the beginning this was just a research institute. The dried-up oil field began to produce oil again, and the research was not going well. One day, a researcher turned into oil... Now thinking back, it was because he was digested by the gradually activated source."

“What kind of research have you done here?”

Edward asked curiously, "Were you chosen by the Chaos Sea while you were doing research? Did the Chaos Sea take only you away, or did it contaminate many people but only you stood out in the end? Are you a geologist? Or a scientist?"

"I can't remember, maybe."

The True Creator frowned slightly, and found a familiar heavy iron door, and put his hand on it. A golden light flashed, and the concept of blockade was lifted. The iron door slowly opened halfway, and the True Creator flashed in.

Edward thought for a few seconds and followed him in. After entering, he closed the iron door loosely, isolating the inside and outside from each other.

There were some items scattered around, tables and chairs overturned, and many signs of damage, which seemed to have been caused by some riots. But the items on the ground had long been eroded and lost their shape, like a pile of ashes. A gust of air blew over from the outside, and these guns, ornaments and items were turned into ashes, leaving only an outline.

Suddenly, He noticed a strange thing, a flat human skin hiding in the shadow under the table, with black curly hair and a broad forehead, and it seemed to have no flesh and blood, like a deflated leather suit, which could not be seen with the naked eye. "Is Amon here too?" He looked at the back of the True Creator.

"Probably sent to guard." The real creator glanced at the leather suit Amon.

The flat body of Leather Suit Amon immediately swelled up as if it was inflated. He crawled out from the shadow under the table and looked at the Real Creator with curiosity, and then looked at Edward, with hostility and curiosity in his eyes. After confirming that the Real Creator had no ill will towards him, he immediately retreated, found a remote corner inside the building, hid, and observed secretly.

The real creator had no intention of explaining to the other party. If he really had to explain, he would have to explain to Amon himself, not a clone.

They continued to walk forward, passing through the long corridor, and the world in front of them suddenly opened up.

There was a huge hole in the research institute, and part of the ground collapsed into the ground. It was dark and deep, and there was no end in sight. Indistinctly, it seemed as if countless shouts came from deep underground, and they sounded directly in the mind of the real creator.

Edward stopped talking. He stood beside the wreckage a little further away from the hole and found a place to sit down.

"The day I left here, I had a feeling that I would always return here."

The dome of the research institute was towering. The True Creator touched his pocket and placed the only cross he had on the edge of the cliff. He then approached the huge hole that seemed to lead directly to the center of the earth, step by step, without looking back.

He felt as if he had returned to that day countless years ago. The earth was shaking, and the sky was cracking. He didn't know what had brought him here, and then the world beneath his feet collapsed. He fell into an invisible sea and slowly woke up when the red moon hung in the sky.

In this way, under God's arrangement, even the right to sleep forever in ignorance with his family was deprived.

Those are the fates that I don’t care about...but cannot escape.

Behind Him, the Decayed King took out his Bible and whispered in a language that humans could not understand but could understand its meaning:
“As soon as he came up from the sea, he saw the sky split open and the Holy Spirit drove Jesus out into the wilderness to baptize people.”

At this point, I am still trying to fix my cognition with language, causing some differences between me and God? The real Creator inexplicably had the idea that "the outer gods are quite reliable" and said half-jokingly: "Isn't it the devil's trial?"

"You have passed the devil's test." The devil said, "No one in this world can stop you except yourself."

"I hope so."

These were his last words. He took a decisive step forward, falling into the deepest darkness.

In a trance, there seemed to be a hymn-like mumbling, and the souls sang in an ancient language. In the bottomless darkness and chaos, a light that illuminated everything suddenly lit up, like the sun rising in the abyss.

"I still hope you can win," Edward said.

Turning his eyes, he saw half a head sticking out from the corridor. Amon pushed his monocle and stared at the dome filled with sunlight, as if he was seeing an extremely distant memory.

……

Backlund.

At the same moment the sun fell into the center of the earth, the midday sunlight outside seemed to dim a little and suddenly lost its temperature.

George III was sitting on the terrace enjoying his afternoon tea, with the royal family's top servants serving him beside him. A paper man with simple facial features was sitting on the chair opposite, and together they were admiring the view of Backlund city that could be seen from the terrace.

A gust of wind blew, and the message reached the ears of George III.

He raised his eyebrows, and still gracefully used the cup lid to skim off the tea leaves, and slowly placed it on the tray. The servant beside him immediately came up with a tactful look and added hot water to the king's teacup.

"Sir Zaratul, how many people can your miracle transfer at one time?" George III looked at the scenery of Backlund and casually asked the paper mannequin opposite him.

The paper figurine seemed to sway as if blown by the wind. The mouth on the horizontal line turned into an arc that looked like a smile, and an old voice came out:

"If it is the army that Your Majesty has prepared, there will be no problem at all."

"This is a small request that doesn't require consuming a wish from the 'Wishing Magic Lamp'."

George III smiled, made a gesture, and dismissed the servants. He stood up, turned his back to the table and chair, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Then, let's get started."

The paper man raised his two "hands" and clapped them gently.

Taking this as a signal, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Countless bright blocks of colors overlapped and disappeared. One second he was still in the palace, and the next he had arrived at a crowded square. Countless people who looked like students and professors were holding books, or sitting on the benches and flower beds in the square, discussing academic matters intensely, or reading books alone, or playing musical instruments or painting in the corner.

This is the capital of Lembongan, the university town of the god of knowledge and wisdom.

It is full of humanistic atmosphere, and everyone is on the road of pursuing knowledge and truth, regardless of age and gender.

In a residential area far away from the university town, an old man with a white beard who was dozing off while sitting on a bridge guarding his fortune-telling stall suddenly opened his eyes. In extreme fear, he overturned the stall in front of him, and various ritual ornaments scattered all over the ground.

The student who was lying on the table writing his astrology thesis was startled and stared blankly at the professor who was always at ease.

Then, he grabbed the student next to him and flashed several hundred meters away at an unprecedented speed.

Countless magic peepers cast spells, mysteriously reappearing the "Speedy Speed ​​​​Guardian" to act on the old man's legs. In the blink of an eye, the old man ran a very long distance, and the people passing by could only see a strange wind.

"Professor! Professor!" The student's face was distorted by the strong wind. He shouted loudly, "What happened!"

"Don't worry about what happened. It's a disaster, a huge disaster! The black shadow has swallowed this place... It's not too late to run now!"

A few blocks behind them, George III suddenly appeared here. Before these people wearing brass jewelry and amulets could see the appearance of the person who suddenly appeared, more and more people appeared out of thin air. They were wearing uniform uniforms and holding sophisticated weapons in their hands. Their hawk-like eyes swept over these scholars of different ages, as cold and ruthless as if they were looking at a corpse.

In an instant, George III and his royal guards appeared in distant Lenburg, the capital of Lenburg!

Suddenly, the sky darkened, the wind howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Countless stars seemed to twinkle outside the thick clouds. The two gods enveloped the entire capital of Lenburg in darkness. Those who wanted to shout trembled in fear and lowered their heads in fear.

"Shouldn't you be fighting with the Archbishop?" The student screamed in fear, "Can you please let me go home? My sister and mother are still at home! They are waiting for me to go home and bring them cakes!"

"It's too late, sorry... it's too late!"

"It's no use calling anyone in this situation. It's too late to call the angel of temperance... I hope we can get out!"

The old professor ran out, and a huge thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, and the loud explosion almost deafened their ears. The old professor did not dare to look back, and the student he was holding in his hand was blinded for a few seconds by the lightning.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and when his vision returned, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The white tower that stands tall in the university city, a tower that symbolizes knowledge, an academic sanctuary that preserves countless knowledge, the center of Lemberg, the temple of the god of knowledge and wisdom——

——Under the gaze of lightning and starlight, it suddenly tilted to one side and began to slowly collapse from top to bottom.

TBC
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I feel like there are always various reasons that prevent me from updating properly. I will definitely do it tomorrow!
Off topic, there has been a lot of quarreling in the mysterious fan circle these days, from Weibo to lofter to Lujiang. It’s so exciting, so exciting.

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