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

Chapter 339 Courage
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Alger’s eyes blurred, and when the red light faded, he had already reached the mysterious space above the gray fog.

He was not the only one in the temple-like space. Seeing other familiar faces, Alger first breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried about his own body. However, it was a good thing that his soul was guaranteed at the moment. He just had to go back and fish his body out. The underwater breathing ability and physical fitness of the Sequence 5 "Ocean Singer" had been greatly enhanced, and he could survive in the sea for a long time. Just think of it as sleeping in the sea. As long as he could be fished out and float to the surface, he could still survive.

On the other hand, the other sailors on the Blue Avenger were all caught in the darkness and there was probably no hope for them.

The Blue Avenger might also be lost. If I am the only one in the team who returns alive, I will be under close observation for a long time...

Alger thought for a while, then looked further away at the other people near the long bronze table.

His eyes met with the Hermit Cattleya, and Alger immediately noticed that her spirituality was more active than usual, and the faint starlight on her body seemed to condense into a huge eye.

Alger was slightly startled, and immediately made a guess, his heart suddenly becoming hot.

The serious "World" also sat at the end of the long table and did not speak to them for the time being. Mr. "Fool" was not here. In the silence, Alger took the initiative to talk to "The Hermit" and seek information:

"There was a tsunami on my side, what happened on your side?"

Cattleya was just waiting for the Hanged Man to speak. She glanced at the World, which seemed not to be about to speak, and then habitually pushed her glasses up and replied, "I arrived here a few minutes earlier than you. Before I came up, I sensed the tsunami."

"I heard the Hidden Sage's mumbling, but this time it seemed different from before. I realized it was very dangerous and I couldn't resist it, so I immediately asked Mr. Fool for help."

"...In theory, we sailors can also sense the movements at sea."

Ms. Hermit had never had such a premonition before. She had indeed gained divinity... Alger almost wanted to take a deep breath. This was the second demigod to appear at the Tarot Club, and he was also an expert in magic and prophecy. This was a huge guarantee for the survival of the mid- and low-sequence Beyonders. Alger remembered the Tyrant Card and warned himself not to rush. Then he spoke calmly:
"But this time the change was too sudden. We had originally thought that today should be good weather for going out to sea."

Alger paused. "So, when the tsunami occurred, we had actually only been away from the port for one morning. In addition, I encountered the 'Sinking Laurel', and my ship and I were completely unable to resist it, so I had to ask Mr. 'Fool' for help."

"Praise the Fool." said Cattleya.

"Praise the 'Fool'."

"Have you found a place to dock now?"

"No, I'm still in danger." Alger's expression became more serious. "My ship and all my crew members were swallowed up by the shadow brought by the 'Sunk Laurel'. According to the legend of the 'Laurel' and what I saw, I suspect that the high-ranking officials of the Balam Empire took it out of the Raging Sea. When I encountered it, it was heading towards the Rorsted Islands."

Cattleya's expression changed, and the World turned its head and asked seriously:

"Were you also swallowed?"

"I prayed to Mr. Fool, then at the last moment I jumped off the boat and into the sea."

Alger said, "My body should have been swept to the bottom of the sea by the waves or washed to other places. 'Ocean Singer' can live on the bottom of the sea for a long time. I just need to survive the tsunami during this period, return to my body, and float up again. But if I am swallowed by the darkness, I may really die."

"The Rorsted Archipelago has not yet encountered the shadow you mentioned." The World Gehrman joined the conversation. "That is the refuge of the 'Sea God'. If anything unusual happens, the rebels on Blue Mountain Island should pray to the Sea God..."

As he spoke, Klein suddenly thought of a setting that had not been mentioned for a long time. This setting was that under the seat of the Fool there was an Angel of Death, Azik Eggers. Putting aside the Hermit Cattleya who had obtained the blood of the Angel of Fate and came late and was unaware of this, he observed the Hanged Man calmly and suspected that the other party had also thought of this setting. Combined with the top-down control of the Death God, it is easy to suspect whether there is any connection between the two gods.

Ever since Mr. Azik left after the incident with the God of Death, I have only been able to contact him through letters. In fact, I don’t even know where he is or what he is doing. Mr. Azik has always been vague...

Klein remained calm and decided not to bring up the setting, allowing Alger to imagine it to his heart's content.

"What on earth happened? Do you have any idea?" Alger asked quickly when he saw the atmosphere had become quiet again.

Among the three people, he is the most dangerous one now. If this emergency situation cannot be resolved within a day or two, he, the newly promoted "Ocean Singer", may drown in the sea.

Moreover, it was difficult for him to guarantee that no sea monsters or other creatures would gather together and eat his body during this period of time!
Just as Klein was about to speak, his eyebrows suddenly jumped. Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s words came true. Now he could hear layers of prayers coming to his ears, from the Rorsted Islands, from all the civilians and rebels who believed in "Sea God"!

He immediately blocked the senses of the other two, allowing Alger and Cattleya to communicate alone, while the "world" Gehrman turned into a silent puppet, and then he and the puppet exchanged positions and appeared on the main seat of "The Fool". The symbol of "Eye without pupils, line of change" behind the high-back chair was constantly emitting ripples, and layers of prayer sounds appeared in his mind. The number of prayers and the close time of prayers were unprecedented, and the scale was comparable to several collective prayer ceremonies organized privately by the rebels!

Klein calmed himself down, and the Scepter of Poseidon automatically flew to his side. He spread his spirituality and touched the ripples of prayer.

Dozens of prayer scenes unfolded in his mind at the same time. Now that he was a saint, he could respond to multiple prayers at the same time. He didn't have to worry about getting dizzy and spiritually exhausted after responding a few times. After gaining divinity, he finally looked a bit like a god.

After all, the previous Kalvetuwa was only a Sequence 3, and judging from the resistance’s response to him, they might not have done as well as him.

Klein put aside his distracting thoughts and looked at the prayer screen. As soon as he took a look, his brows immediately frowned.

A family of three huddled and shivered in a shabby little wooden house. Outside, the wind was howling. It was clearly afternoon, but the sky was pitch black. There were no stars, no sun, no moon, and only the occasional white lightning.

Some people are at sea, holding onto the mast and praying desperately in the huge wind and waves; some are at home, and some are working. Their prayer scenes all have the same background: everything is pitch black, with no sight of one’s hand in front of one’s face, and white lightning.

This……

Klein subconsciously checked the clothes of these people. Is this really not a land forsaken by the gods?
He looked at the prayers in Silver City and found that the sun was shining brightly in the Eastern Continent, and it was not affected at all. The misalignment of the two worlds gave Klein a strange sense of absurdity.

The situation was urgent. Klein looked at the darkness with strong symbolic meaning. Only by understanding what these things were could he figure out how to save the people of the Rorsted Islands. Klein couldn't take away the souls of so many people at once, not to mention that there was a severe tsunami. They were all ordinary people and couldn't survive in the sea for a long time like Alger.

Through the vision of Sefirah Castle, he noticed that it was not real darkness, but the same feeling that the artificial death god gave him at the beginning, a void that symbolized "death" and "the underworld". Could it be that this was...

Klein's breathing quickened slightly as he browsed back and forth through different prayer images. Soon, an especially sharp prayer pierced his mind. He looked closely and saw a small fishing boat overturned just as his gaze was directed over it. Several fishermen dressed as natives of the Rorsted Islands fell into the sea, holding onto a few wooden boards and lifebuoys as they sank and floated in the waves, praying with difficulty to the sea god.

And behind them, the darkness spread, and countless undead creatures and bloody vines with faces reached out to them!

Klein took action immediately. The Scepter of Poseidon shone with silver-white lightning, and began to project power towards the sea where those people were. With the blessing of Sefirah Castle, the Scepter of Poseidon did something it could never do before - changing the environment of a small sea area under the absolute majesty of the Tyrant, and making the marine life in that small sea area obey its orders and take those fishermen away!

When the bloody vines were about to touch the neck of the person closest to the darkness, an incredibly huge sea fish suddenly emerged from the sea, lifted all the victims here onto its back, and then flew away with the wind at an incredibly fast speed.

Klein urgently summoned a sea monster corresponding to Sequence 6.

The fishermen, who had just brushed past death and felt that they were being eaten by the monster, screamed in fear. After several seconds, they realized that the sea monster was just gliding smoothly on the sea with them on its back. In a blink of an eye, the wooden fishing boat behind them had disappeared. The sea in the distance was pitch black and nothing could be seen. The fishermen gradually reacted and rushed to kneel on the sea monster, praising the sea god loudly.

The Rhosid Archipelago is not safe now. The sun has set and the darkness of death is approaching... Let's put them on a small island far away from the violent sea first.

Where exactly is the Death God's target? Rorsted Archipelago? Sonia Sea? Or the Northern Continent?
Suddenly, Klein's pupils shrank. He saw a large ship slowly sailing out of the endless darkness. It was a "ghost ship" that completely met all the elements of strange stories at sea! Klein's mind almost immediately flashed with the "Pirates of the Caribbean" series he had seen before. The pale hull was covered with rust and covered with green barnacles, seaweed, and shellfish. It was the "Laurel" that Alger had seen!
He couldn't help but look towards the deck of the "Laurel", and saw a familiar figure standing in the center of the deck. He was wearing a very distinctive Balam Empire costume, with gold ornaments hanging on his body and pure white feathers that showed his identity.

Countless ghosts and undead creatures were busy walking back and forth on the ship, and none of them dared to approach him. When passing by, they would lower their heads devoutly, showing their awe and fear of the Archon of Death.

Such a scale was obviously beyond Klein's capabilities. It was impossible for him to drive away a Death Archon with an "army"?
Klein's expression became dull, and the light of the "Poseidon's Scepter" also dimmed.

In my ears are the people's cries of pain and despair, and in front of me are familiar people and angels who are simply invincible.

How to do this?
……

Azik Eggers led the "Laurel" to patrol the waters near the Raging Sea, destroying as many anchors belonging to the God of War and the Lord of Storms as possible along the way. Due to his affinity with the Northern Continent and his memories of his past life, he was only sent to the sea to do some simple processing work. These anchors were mainly composed of pirates and colonists, which would not attract the attention of the current "God of Thunder and Truth", and it would also allow Azik to recall the memories and life that truly belonged to Him in the past through this equal slaughter that seemed like a blessing.

But even so, it is still a psychological burden for Azik.

However, this kind of psychological burden will become less and less as time goes by. You just walk and humans die. You just get close and they are devoured. How can you think that such small and fragile lives are equal to you?
A few minutes further ahead, the "Laurel" would be within the range of the archipelago. Azik hesitated for a moment whether to slow down, and then an extremely dangerous spiritual premonition appeared in his mind. A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain, and he was suddenly stimulated to reveal half of the form of a mythical creature, with pale flames burning in his eyes.

A vague, lofty, and indescribable sight descended from a height that seemed to reach the end of the world. Azik subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, but even his sight could not reach the height of that breath. Then, Azik heard a grand voice falling directly into his mind, like a hundred bells ringing at the same time, with unquestionable majesty.

"leave here."

Azik opened his eyes wide, suspecting that it was a god hidden in the Rosted Archipelago who was speaking to him. However, such a sense of oppression and crisis was close to that of death. If such a god existed in the Rosted Archipelago, why had there been no news of it until now?

Rorsted Archipelago, Rorsted Archipelago, who is protecting this place... Azik immediately prayed to the God of Death and told him everything that had happened to him. At the same time, a small detail flashed through his mind - Klein seemed to have told him that he had obtained the identity of "Sea God Kalvetuwa" and was able to play the role of Sea God and respond to Rorsted's followers on Kalvetuwa's behalf.

Could it be... Azik found it hard to believe. No matter how hard he tried to use his imagination, he could not compare the voice just now with the gentle, bookish young man in his memory who was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the underworld and hide after his disguise as "The Fool" was exposed. Could that terrifying aura be possessed by a demigod? Could it be that... Klein has already...

Above the Violent Sea, after receiving Azik's prayer, the Grim Reaper shrouded in black mist closed his eyes, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the Rorsted Islands.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes. The God of Death stared at the sky of the archipelago, and then scanned the archipelago back and forth, but he did not find any powerful spiritual brilliance from it. There was no existence of Sequence 1 or above hiding there, and it was even more impossible to be the Son of the Creator. He searched for names and identities one after another in his mind, but none of them matched the feeling described by Azik. But - cleaning up those anchors was not the main goal. He was now ready to set off to help Intis fight the Lord of Storms, and he was too lazy to care about trivial matters on the sea.

The loss of a Sequence 2 was also something the God of Death did not want to see, even though Azik was not very important. So He looked at the ship where his resurrection master was located and gave an order in a deep voice.

"There's no need to fight, go somewhere else."

The God of Death actually agreed... Azik was deeply shocked again, and at the same time he began to doubt the identity of that great being. He agreed silently, and then slowly withdrew his spirituality that had almost spread to the edge of the Rorsted Archipelago. The dark world slowly dissipated, and the sky with a faint hint of sunshine behind the dark clouds returned to the vicinity of the archipelago.

The "Laurel" began to turn, preparing to head north to the Sonia Sea ruled by the Feysac Empire.

Azik looked up at the sky, searching for the gaze that he could no longer feel, and asked in a low voice, "Klein? Is that you?"

On Sefirah Castle, Klein, holding his breath and concentrating, with cold sweat on his forehead, finally couldn't help but let out a long breath when he saw the "Laurel" turn around. He felt his limbs were a little weak. The experience of pretending to be powerful in front of a god made him feel uncontrollably scared. Because he was unsure of Mr. Azik's current state, Klein had to use a method that was almost intimidating to force the other party to stop. Of course, he also knew that such behavior would most likely attract the attention of the "God of Death". If he really angered the other party, not only would he die, but no one in the Rorsted Archipelago would survive.

Fortunately, the god of death doesn't seem to intend to cause any more trouble.

Klein took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, and quickly recovered and calmed himself.

As the "Laurel" left, the sky in countless prayer scenes gradually brightened, and people gradually felt the sun again and returned to the normal world. The believers cried with joy and kept praising the "Sea God". Their faith became more pious in repeated prayers.

Seeing that the archipelago was finally safe, Klein let out a long breath and felt his heartbeat return to normal. He smiled bitterly in his heart for his impulsive behavior just now. But since he was able to save so many people, this adventure was not in vain.

He was about to look away when he heard Azik's concerned and nervous whisper.

He was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he responded in a low voice:
"It's me, Mr. Azik."

TBC
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Great, let’s see if I can do two updates today.

(End of this chapter)