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

Chapter 334 Choice and Ending
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"Who are you?! Why are you trespassing into the temple?!"

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom reacted immediately. While quickly praying to God and the Pope, the bishops acted quickly. They quickly dispersed the Extraordinary team, evacuated the crowd, took away and comforted the people who were terrified in the square, prepared the seals, and shouted to the royal guards gathered in the square: "This is a holy place for spreading knowledge and truth. It is where the eyes of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom can reach!"

The "Insighter" with the highest sequence scanned the team, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became - every one of them had a cold look in their eyes, and they were in the middle and high sequences, with several demigods among them, and they were equipped with seals. They definitely had bad intentions!
The man in the lead looked very familiar, so familiar that he almost couldn't imagine what would happen next!
"Intruder!"

But this further aroused the anger of the "Insighter". With anger that the church, the country and the people were about to be bullied, he pushed aside his companions with ugly faces, took a step forward, and shouted at the man who seemed to be King George III of Loen:
"Why did the Judge of Loen appear in front of our temple?!"

"We are allies for generations. The sacred covenant is preserved in the museum in our capital. Is Loen going to tear up the peace treaty with Segar, Lenburg, and Masi today?"

The royal guards remained silent, as if they could not hear his question.

The tense atmosphere was about to explode, and the "Insighter" also felt the fear gradually corroding his heart. The elder who was suspected to be the King of Loen smiled at him in a soothing way. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone:

"Not at all, Monsieur Bishop."

The facts were before their eyes, and no one's expression improved at all because of these words.

The Insighter's heart skipped a beat, and he had a worse premonition. He inconspicuously winked at the other bishops, asking about the progress of the prayers to the Pope and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Before the latter could answer, George III in the square spoke again:
"I come in peace."

Boom!

A bolt of lightning that illuminated the sky and the earth fell with a roar, and the whole world was dyed with an ominous paleness by the snow-white lightning. The crisis premonition of the "Insighter" was as loud as a drum, and his whole body felt like being pierced by bayonets, and his brain felt like countless steel needles were wandering. He staggered half a step, and just as he was about to speak to his subordinates, he suddenly found that in the hall behind him, his students were standing there in a daze, as if they were frightened.

"Elliot!" Seeing the student who was like his own child still staying here, he trembled in his heart and didn't dare to leave. He whispered to the child, "Go! Get out of here!"

The boy named Elio responded to the call. He turned his head and stared at his teacher in a daze. The skin on his face, which was still covered with freckles, peeled off layer by layer. The pages were blood red, with the texture of muscles, but the roots were connected to his body. His skin and flesh turned into red pages that recorded his life experience. The boy's eyes fell off and turned into an illustration hanging on his face.

"teacher……"

Elio spoke slowly, and as he spoke, his whole body gradually collapsed, his legs turned into book slices and scattered on the ground, turning into a deformed collection of books with constantly turning pages and flowing shadows:

“…I heard the Lord speaking to me…”

"Elliot!"

The "Insighter" was furious and horrified. He was shocked by the scene before him. He suddenly caught a glimpse of several of his companions around him who were also showing signs of losing control. Unstable spirituality continued to emanate from their bodies, and their human appearance gradually became distorted.

At the same time, he found that the sealed object he carried with him constantly soothed his mind and his spirituality, which was why he did not have the same out-of-control reaction as the others.

He immediately picked up the seal and used it to comfort the others around him.

Boom!

At the same time, another flash of thunder flashed across the sky, which was even more shocking than the previous one. The "Insighter" suddenly caught an unusual sound. He raised his head very slowly and saw that the sacred white tower that seemed to be connected to the sky was hit by the horrible thunder. Rubble and stained glass fell down, and in the gaps of the rolling dark clouds, the stars twinkled, like countless pairs of eyes watching them.

The Goddess of Night, the Lord of Storms, and King George III of Loen are here...

...The Kingdom of Loen broke its alliance with us and launched an attack on us! !

The "Insighter" felt a chill in his heart. Even though believers should have absolute confidence in their gods, he still felt uncontrollable panic when two gods came together.

At the moment he shared the power of soothing, he heard overlapping voices, as if countless people were speaking at the same time, and the muttering sounded in his mind. He heard the low dragon language, the giant language, the common language of the northern continent, and some dialects of certain races that could not be verified and should only exist in records. His head made a boiling sound, and the blood in his body began to surge, and the skin peeled off his cheeks page by page.

“The Lord says…”

A strange voice came, and it was composed of a sentence in many different languages. The child, who no longer had a human form, lay on the ground, with his left and right cheeks separated. His mouth was separated into a separate piece of paper and was still opening and closing. He spoke a term in the dragon language that no one could understand:

"...Leodro..."

Boom!

The tyrant's wrath poured down from the sky!

Disaster, distortion and thunder of destruction descended at the same time. The earth collapsed and twisted. The white tower that symbolized the kingdom of God and truth tilted and slowly collapsed layer by layer from top to bottom.

The sky in the distance suddenly lit up, and the light of dusk spread from the other end of the continent. A giant tree of life grew beside the tower that was about to collapse. Life swallowed up the breath of disaster, and peace and dreams had no effect on plants.

Books and brass eyes emerged from the tilted white tower. They stared at the starry sky, which had no advantage in the face of the breath of life, and kept looking for each other's weaknesses. Rays of light containing purifying power shot straight into the sky, cutting through the bottomless night. The crumbling tower immediately began to recover after receiving some help.

The Mother of Sky was much weaker than the gods who had been famous for a long time and possessed a large number of anchors, and had to be forced to retreat outside the range of the White Tower. As soon as a small piece of sky regained its light, it was immediately covered by dark clouds with lightning.

At the same time, in the distant sky, the God of War in tattered armor slowly stood up, holding in His hand the greatsword of Dawn that made all creatures tremble. The blade rubbed against the clouds, and wherever it passed, it outlined a magnificent scene of a black sea of ​​clouds splitting apart.

When everyone had just recovered from this strange phenomenon, George III, who was standing on the ground, immediately took action. He made a gesture to all the bishops of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom in front of him, opening his palms, clenching his fists, and twisting his wrists.

Just like a piece of crisp paper being crumpled into a ball, everyone's limbs twisted and deformed in the same second, collapsing towards a certain point in the center of their bodies. Their bones and muscles made sounds of being overwhelmed, and their faces became hideous and terrifying due to pain, but their throats and vocal cords had been torn and broken first, blocking out all the noisy sounds. The ribs contracted, piercing the heart and lungs, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the throat or other cracks. In the end, everyone turned into a meat ball wrapped in clothes and flesh.

Thunder lit up the sky, and the royal guards quickly took action, beginning to search for all the believers of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom in the surrounding area.

For a moment, there was wailing everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and cries and shouts filled the air.

George III's body suddenly expanded and opened. The huge humanoid creature in the shadow looked down at the earth ferociously, almost merging with the dark sky. Every sense end extended out, connecting to the distant Kingdom of Loen, flashing with chaotic and disordered colors.

He overlooked the chaotic capital of Lenburg, and beneath the distortion, His voice spread out majestically:
"I am the Emperor of Loen, George Augustus III, and also the Emperor of Lunburg, Segar, and Masi!"

"From today on, your country will be incorporated into the territory of Loen. You will be brought under my protection and become my people!"

He twisted the laws, twisted the covenant into submission, and twisted the people's dependence on the powerful country into a desire for Loen's rule. With the blessing of miracles, countless people's thoughts changed at this moment. The people of the three countries who could hear the voice of George III temporarily put aside their belief in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and prayed to the incomparably majestic and unquestionable shadow of the emperor in their hearts:
"The Emperor of Loen, George III..."

The shaky and somewhat unstable shadow suddenly became indestructible. Order and iron law descended from the sky and gradually integrated into the hearts of every citizen. At least at this moment, the anchor belonging to the god of knowledge and wisdom disappeared completely.

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In the astral realm, the Lord of Storms frantically brought up pieces of lightning, and His every move was accompanied by wind and thunder. The god wrapped in lightning waved the halberd in his hand, cutting through the forest where life was flourishing, and rushed towards the huge library with a flowing brass light.

The souls of scholars who were seeking the truth were transformed into spirits that coexisted with books because of their knowledge in their lifetime. They were tiny but numerous. Under the leadership of the Pope, they constantly shuttled between books and bookshelves, providing assistance to the gods, analyzing, rewriting, and reorganizing each other's underlying laws. The huge dragon stood in the center of a huge bookshelf that was large enough for him to move around easily. His body was made up of books, and the pages were made into scales. Every inch of his body depicted a kind of knowledge.

The rain was pouring down, and every drop of it carried with it the power of matter. It attacked the bookshelves from both the physical and mystical perspectives, making the pages wet and sticky, and the words on the books blurred.

The wind was howling, and countless elves of knowledge were instantly annihilated into nothingness in the blade-like storm.

There are other alternative expressions for the phrase "the lips and teeth are interdependent" in this world, but this principle can be understood by both gods and humans.

Small countries such as Lunburg, Masi and Segar, which believe in the god of knowledge and wisdom, are distributed near the Kingdom of Fenaport. If the Lord of Storms successfully seizes the authority of Herabergen and becomes a dual-path true god, Fenaport where the Mother Goddess of the Earth is located will be completely surrounded by the territory of Loen. If Loen sends troops, even if the war of gods can still be fought, the people of Fenaport will be annihilated in an instant!

The night quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield with the light of dusk, leaving only the wind, knowledge and forest to fight in the astral world.

The God of War held high the Sword of Dawn, with endless light brewing within it, ready to cut off the adventurous night.

Mother of Heaven felt that she was locked in a chilling murderous intent, as if no matter where she fled she could not stop the sword light that destroyed everything. Just as she was thinking about how to fight to the death, a calm sound of water that seemed to resound directly in the spirit body broke into their minds at the same time, and layers of black mist filled the void, hanging in the sky like a winding black river.

In the sky above the distant raging sea, above the winding river in the air, a hazy figure stood there, with pale flames burning in his eyes.

Salinger stared at the Mother of Sky with cold eyes, then glanced at the God of War in the distance. The former thought to himself that it was not good. He was the weakest in the adjacent path. If the three of them really gathered together, he would be nothing more than a piece of fat meat fought over by two predators.

Mother of Heaven stepped back a little, keeping a certain distance from the other two.

Then, His two human arms raised up and held up a dream.

The dream was of the ancient Honachis Mountains, with large tracts of primeval forest covering the mountains and an old and peaceful village at the foot of the mountains. A huge eight-legged demon wolf was galloping freely in the mountains, and a black spiritual line connected the bustling town on the top of the mountain.

Sometimes he brushed past his human believers like the wind, sometimes he found his friendly fellows and played with them in the mountains. Sometimes he hunted distant prey like a real wolf, and sometimes he changed into a human form and entered the town to talk with his believers.

This is the dream of Antigonus, the "half-fool"!
The Mother of Heaven rejected the idea of ​​using Antigonus as a weapon. The arrival of the God of Death gave Her time, but if the God of War slashed at Her with his sword regardless, She would have to consider whether to release Her brother as a last resort to die together.

The atmosphere between the three gods on adjacent paths became stagnant and extremely heavy, but no one tried to take a step forward.

In the distant Intis, where the sun rises, a huge eye with a strong metallic texture opened in the sky. Countless gears turned, and layers of metal scale rings surrounded the eyeball, simulating the trajectory of the stars in His eyes.

He looked around and saw the war angel dozing comfortably in the barracks, using the whistling wind as an accompaniment, not caring about the fighting of the traitors. He tried again, and the prayer offered to the true creator was still able to receive a spiritual response, so He closed his eyes again and disappeared into the air.

The scene changes, and the Black Emperor's throne is connected to the earth. He is the god on earth, blocking the connection between people on earth and the White Tower in the sky.

The towering trees tried their best to resist the storm. The two gods joined forces to drive back the waves and tear apart the strong winds, but they could not change the state of Herabergen's gradual decline due to the loss of its anchor. Their struggle became more and more intense, and plants grew one by one, and different extraordinary abilities unfolded. The omniscience leading to omnipotence also had a difficult power that gave all true gods a headache.

But as time went on, the light of the red moon in the cloudy sky became brighter and brighter.

The growth of the Tree of Life slowed down, and when the edges of the leaves were covered with red light, the Mother Earth Goddess holding the baby in her arms could only sigh. The giant tree supporting the White Tower gradually shrank, fell into Her hands, and turned into a new leaf.

He held the leaf above his head, blocking the view of the mother who was earnestly calling her daughter.

The sky was gradually swallowed by the storm, and the white tower collapsed and fell down layer by layer in the wind.

Seeing that he had nowhere to escape, the dragon sighed dejectedly: "I am willing to give up my uniqueness and sequence one."

The figure shrouded in lightning stopped in the library. The brass-colored world slowly collapsed, and the voice of the Lord of Storms rumbled:
"What if I want three copies of your sequence one and uniqueness?"

There was not much hesitation on Herabergen's face made of book pages: "...You won, and that is the spoils you won."

As the other party answered without hesitation, Leodro took another step and slowly approached the giant dragon. The true god-level "prophet" immediately understood something, and flapped his wings violently, flying out of his own kingdom of God like a stream of light!

boom!
The library was suddenly sealed off, trapping the Lord of Storms inside.

"How long have we been fighting, Hellabergen?"

Leodro raised the halberd in his hand and stabbed it towards the sky, and the sky of the astral world responded to the order of the King of the Sky.

The brass-colored world collapsed bit by bit. The elves and scholars died wailing. The Pope who had tried his best to stop it collapsed. His lifeless body fell into a book and turned into a character in the story, while his extraordinary characteristics flew up on their own and merged into the body of the Lord of Storms.

“When the Creator announced his return, I actually felt a little joy, a joy that made my blood boil again.”

"For too long, I have forgotten the joy of fighting. In the heaven we once lived in, we fought day after day for Him and for humanity."

With a flash of lightning, the Lord of Storms suddenly appeared on the sea, even faster than the giant dragon that was fleeing towards the East Continent.

He raised the trident, and the ocean and thunder responded to the command of the King of the Sea. The footsteps of the gods walked on the sea, and the sky and the earth trembled together.

"In the past, Medici led the army, you made plans, Osekus spread the faith, and my waves were as unstoppable as the Creator's steps... We worked together to seize the entire world, and then we killed Him, ate Him, turned against each other, and spent two long eras in endless suspicion and fear of betrayal."

"When He came back, when He killed Osekus, I suddenly realized that I was tired of this kind of peace."

The Lord of Storms' eyes were filled with infinite reminiscence, his voice was filled with nostalgic tenderness, and his long spear wrapped in lightning pointed directly at the dragon's back.

He felt as if he had returned to the glorious heaven, full of yearning for power and expectation for the future. The blood of the wind angel was still hot, and he would actively respond to the prayers of his believers and save them from tsunamis and storms. He loved fighting, longed to fight, and longed to become stronger. At the same time, he was in awe of power and loved humans.

In the distant past, the eight kings of angels have now been buried and changed by history and can no longer be seen.

"Herabergen, I've been wanting to say this for a long time."

"Compared to Medici, I hate people who take shortcuts the most."

He threw out the halberd of lightning, and the explosive thunder that destroyed everything suddenly exploded on the body of the dragon.

TBC
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Zeus fighting God, how could I have such a dream.

Part of the inspiration for Herabergen comes from: Mystery: A Pilgrimage to the Wilderness
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