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

Chapter 335: Fire of War
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The remains of the giant dragon fell into the sea near the East Continent. Books and mountains sank into the ocean, causing splashes of water for hundreds of miles. An unprecedented tsunami was brewing, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They looked up and saw a white tower rising from the ground, surrounded by thunder and storms. In the cloudy world, songs praising the truth rang out.

Thunder and ocean, wisdom and knowledge, another multi-path god was born in this world, like a rolling trend that cannot be resisted.

The light of morning light flickered on the sword of the God of War. The God of Death stood silently by the river that divided life and death. The Mother of Heaven looked at the white tower rebuilt on the ruins of the Temple of Knowledge in the distance, and her eyes met with the God of War from a distance.

Today's battle was destined not to be fought. They looked at each other, and at the same time felt a subtle emotion of "the rabbit's death makes the fox mourn", and then retreated one after another.

"Disaster is coming, please follow me. Your mother's arms will always be your warmest harbor."

In Feynaporte's sky, layers of white clouds formed a soft silhouette of a woman holding a baby, and a voice so gentle that it made people want to cry rang in the ears of every believer of the Earth Mother. They praised their mother at the same time, knelt down devoutly, and kissed the earth.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the land of the entire country began to rise. The Mother Goddess of Earth displayed the power of the gods. She slowly lifted up the entire land of the Kingdom of Feynaport. The woman in the clouds took a step forward and walked westward with her believers.

He used the power of the God of Earth to change the plate tectonics of the northern continent, moving Fenapotter away from the Kingdom of Loen, allowing Segar and Lunburg to border the Kingdom of Loen, while his own Fenapotter walked out of the encirclement of these countries and became the westernmost country in the northern continent.

In an instant, several countries followed the footsteps of God and moved hundreds of kilometers, like puzzle pieces being shuffled and reassembled by the hand of a god.

In the midst of an unprecedented miracle, Feynapote's followers prayed fervently, praising their merciful mother who protected them.

The earth trembled, and after a violent shake, Fenaportheauth landed safely on the new land. The breath of fertility blew, and the earth was connected again. Lush flowers and forests grew on the border, protecting Fenaportheauth tightly.

The Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge watched from afar as the dragon's body sank completely into the sea. Then He turned around and cast a cold glance at the future Black Emperor in the capital of Narenburg.

George III suddenly felt like a thorn in his back. Under the gaze of a tyrant who was higher than him, He, who had not yet ascended to the throne of God, felt unprecedented irritability and uneasiness, as if the secular imperial power was suppressed by the divine power, and the emperor was helpless. After a few seconds, He sighed and released the connection with Renburg, Segar, and Ma Xi. These believers suddenly woke up from their confusion and restored their faith in the God of Knowledge.

“The country belongs to you, but the people’s faith does not belong to you alone.”

The tyrant's gaze shifted away from the Prince of Order, and thunder rolled through the dark clouds, making a rumbling sound, like the wheels of a carriage slowly moving above the dark clouds. The thunder fell with a loud bang, splitting the ground beneath his feet, and the Cathedral of Truth collapsed in half.

Suddenly, it seemed as if an indescribable breath passed by, dyeing everything around with blood.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and sneering blew like a storm in the ears of all living beings. The smell of rust blew with the wind. People seemed to have arrived at the battlefield in an instant. They held their breath involuntarily and were on guard against everyone nearby. The enemy seemed to be everywhere.

Behind the layers of seals, a dark red flag that seemed to be dyed with blood fluttered in the wind, and the university city became a battlefield.

In a certain prophecy, the white tower connected to the sky would be swallowed up by disaster, but now, this prophecy has changed. The progress of this world has gradually deviated from a predetermined script and started to move towards a more chaotic and chaotic ending, but also one that has new hope. It is like Pandora's box in the myth being opened, releasing disasters, catastrophes, wars, diseases and death, but at the end a little light remained.

In the distant Intis, Medici, who was dozing off on the terrace with his legs crossed in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head, his gaze passed through the sunlight and reached the sky shrouded in dark clouds in the infinite distance, and his expression gradually changed.

A huge hand made of lightning reached out and picked up the dark red flag.

Leodro glanced at the flag, snorted meaningfully, and then waved it vigorously. The flag fluttered in the wind, and the symbol of blood and disaster suddenly descended on the earth. The red light crossed the border, crossed the sea and the sky, and headed straight for the distant border of Intis!
The war angel stood up suddenly, and red light and flames formed a long sword in His hand. He jumped high on the balcony railing, and with blazing white flames, he jumped and slashed towards the approaching fire of war!

At the same time, a huge mechanical roar was heard between heaven and earth, as if countless gears were running and steam machinery was rumbling. The sky of Intis became a little darker. The "Perfect One" constructed a perfect protective barrier, and even the white clouds were given the concept of steam.

The two sides finally collided!

The huge gust of wind was blocked outside the border, but it immediately overturned the border line of Intis. The stone tablet dividing the country was instantly cut in half. The earth was plowed by countless wind blades and flames in an instant. The vegetation and houses were destroyed in less than a second, and no one survived.

The white clouds in the sky were swept away, the sky became clear and thunder began to rise.

"Leodro!"

The Red Angel stood on the spire of the Cathedral of Light, leaning on his sword, and laughed loudly at the storm approaching in the distance: "Finally, you have become something. Otherwise, you would not even be qualified to stand in front of the Lord! No, you were not qualified in the first place!"

"Medici."

The voice of the Lord of Storms was carried by thunder. He stood there with a banner of war in his hand, a symbol of disaster.

"This is probably the last battle between us."

A ferocious smile gradually crept onto the face of the War Angel. He held a giant sword burning with flames in his hand. A hazy red light instantly enveloped the entire Intis. All hunters were given the power of War Angels at the same time. They could all be Medici, and they could all be conquerors!
The red light will continue to expand, and when this army takes action, it is destined to turn everything around it into a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

"Come on, Leodro!"

Medici laughed loudly, and then the blazing white flame spread in the sky like an ocean, burning fiercely. Behind Him, in the endless white mist, searchlights lit up one after another. Things so huge that they were unimaginable descended on the earth as never before. He was the embodiment of gears and machinery, He was steam and the physical laws that operated the world. Everyone prayed to Him, and every technology was spread by Him!

In the white fog, there were faint rays of sunlight and tiny flashes of lightning.

These new technologies have not yet become complete symbols, but now that they exist, they are destined to spread one day.

In one second, countless people around the world were putting copper pennies into gas meters, steam engines were rumbling, ships were sailing on the sea, and airships were rising in the sky. In some countries, people led by the "civilization enlighteners" were naturally the anchors of the "civilization enlighteners". After the war angel finished laughing, his tone suddenly became grim, full of anger and hatred:
"Let me see, you traitor, what have you learned in these thousands of years of idleness!!"

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While the outside world was gradually engulfed in war, the distant Eastern Continent was as peaceful and tranquil as a paradise.

The tide when Herabergen fell failed to pass through the Sea of ​​Gods' War Ruins, so naturally it would not affect the people of the East Continent.

In the distant Silver City, people shared mushrooms of different flavors, talked about the taste of monster meat and mushrooms, and chatted comfortably in groups of three or five in sunny places. It was peaceful and comfortable.

Among them, a child who looked about two or three years old, with silver-gray hair and blue eyes was sitting in his mother's arms, with a small piece of dried meat in his mouth and his eyes looking into the distance.

In the round tower of the City of Silver, in a specially decorated room.

A pile of dark blue ice cubes was piled there like a small hill.

Derrick did not carry his own weapon. He stood in front of the iceberg with empty hands and prayed devoutly:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting his honorific name and making his request, he glanced at Colin Iliad, the chief of the "Six-Man Council" who was waiting in the distance, and walked towards the pile of ice.

Seeing this, Colin, who was carrying two swords on his back, came closer with a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat. He watched Derrick exert force to drill into the pile of ice, burying himself completely without leaving any gaps.

A deep and hazy darkness suddenly descended, and even if there was lightning in the sky, it could not illuminate the place.

In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared around, as if pairs of eyes were looking at them from the depths of darkness, and a power that seemed to be able to wipe people out of the world quietly emerged.

Colin Iliad could clearly feel that Derrick had fallen into a deep sleep. Even though his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly due to the ice that could not be melted normally, he did not wake up.

He no longer hesitated and threw the bottle of potion forward. A transparent figure like a ghost emerged and wrapped it up.

The figure passed through the dark blue ice and came to the small space created by Derrick. He took out the potion and poured it into Derrick's mouth.

As soon as it completed this action, it immediately retreated and left the ice pile.

brush!
Colin Iliad suddenly drew out his straight sword and slashed to the right rear, slashing out a stream of yellow pus and a rotten monster covered with eyes.

This came out of nowhere!

At this moment, Colin Iliad saw a round of blazing light rising slowly from the pile of dark blue ice, casting a pure light different from lightning around, which was warm, bright, and full of vitality.

It filled Colin's eyes, as if from before the Dark Ages.

And deeper in the East Continent, in Moon City, which guards the gray fog barrier.

The high priest Nim repeatedly pondered the three honorific names of "The Fool" and looked out from the high tower where the priest lived. The hunting team that had encountered the miracle that day was still surrounded by people, and they talked about the lofty breath, the rain and wind that brought people rebirth over and over again.

People listened with fascination, and in the repeated narration, the seeds of their faith gradually grew.

The miracles and missionaries brought a lot of food, and it was pollution-free, non-toxic, and even toxin-free. Therefore, in the past few days, there were also patrol teams trying to go deep into the darkness to find the missionary who seemed to have come from the holy book and offered salvation, but there was no gain. Perhaps as the other party said, sending the honorable name here was already a mission accomplished, and now it has left here far away.

Nim watched this scene in trance, and felt for the first time in a long time that the light of hope had indeed appeared in front of Yuecheng.

"The Lord has given me light, which is already salvation... But humans are so greedy. For the sake of Moon City, if the Lord wants to punish the unbelievers, I will be the black sheep that leaps out, and I am willing to bear the Lord's rebuke and wrath for the people of Moon City."

The high priest’s finger slid across the parchment with the name of “The Fool” written on it, and he finally made up his mind.

"The 'Fool' who does not belong to this era..."

……

In this world, there are still countless people praying to the Creator.

The Creator is sleeping in the lightless deep sea. In his sleep, He is searching for Himself, searching for humanity, searching for His own justice. Then, endless time and memories come upon Him, enveloping Him like a great tide. A small boat is swaying in the huge waves.

Everything was carried out in imperceptible silence. A stone tablet was inserted diagonally at His side, transforming into a chaotic ocean belonging to the true Creator.

TBC
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Double update.

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