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

Chapter 343 Conspirator

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William I's eyes suddenly froze, and a blazing white flame burst out of his throat, threatening to burn his vocal cords and head to ashes. This "Hand of Order" was not willing to sit and wait for death, and his spirit outlined a golden decree in the sky:
"Any form of fire attack is prohibited here!"

However, William I once again made a wrong decision under the teasing of fate. In this instant, he should immediately integrate himself into the laws of the future "Black Emperor" densely packed in the mausoleum, or at least ask for help from the other party, instead of trying to confront the war angel in front of him with a strengthened "Angel of Destiny"'s doom curse.

Almost at the moment when the decree was formed, the flames burning on Medici's body and sword showed signs of extinguishing, but He did not care at all. Before William I could say "Violators must be punished!", the long sword in His hand cut off William I's neck with a blazing white flame. The escaping fire flew in a circle in all directions, and the entire inverted mausoleum was instantly enveloped in flames.

One's own good luck is the enemy's misfortune. "Fate" is different from the disaster of "darkness". Fate always needs comparison to show its advantages and disadvantages. Only by seeing the misfortune of others can we realize our own luck.

"Oh, William, the crybaby and rigid little William."

They were all acquaintances and had spent time together in the First Solomon Empire. Although Marquis William was not even qualified to enter the eyes of the Red Angel at that time, He was willing to send him off at this time in the tone of an acquaintance with unique significance.

Medici kicked the head to pieces, and the spiritual blood and brain tissue exploded on the ground. He casually threw the long sword and nailed the headless body that tried to turn around and leave to the dark stone bricks. The kind-hearted Red Angel used the blazing white fire to help William I complete the cremation, and accelerated the time for the Beyonder characteristics to precipitate. The spirituality of the "Judge" path that escaped was swallowed up by the remnants of the adjacent paths in this mausoleum in an instant.

The Red Angel looked at this ancient mausoleum and sneered, not sure whether it was a sigh or a sarcasm.
"Traitors who change their ways according to the situation. I thought I could kill you in the Fourth Epoch."

Were you forced to betray? Or were you forced to take sides? Did you surrender because you were too weak? You can surrender, of course you can surrender! Then when someone comes to kill you for this crime in the future, don't make up excuses for yourself.

War does not discriminate against deserters, it just lets them die.

After a brief moment of silence, the next moment, the spirit of the "Black Emperor" in the mausoleum was activated. It was hard to say whether George III, who had just taken action, had just reacted due to lack of combat experience, or had some subtle personal emotions towards William I. The irresistible iron law pressed down like a mountain, and the ground cracked, swallowing up the slowly gathering ashes and spiritual brilliance.

Medici whistled, and several talismans switched positions between his palms and fingertips, his eyes sweeping across the sky that had not yet been sealed.

George III left him an exit, apparently not wanting the Red Angel to wreak havoc in his most important mausoleum. Medici certainly didn't want to stay in such an unlucky place, so he immediately turned into a flaming meteor and left.

"What about you two, two losers?" The war angel said with a smile, "Are you also planning to die in obscurity like this?"

He turned his head suddenly and saw a person who was hesitating and hesitating in the distance. Intelligence showed that it was another angel from the Augustus family, the former Duke of Southwell, the "Balancer" of Sequence 2, Drink Augustus.

The former Duke of Southwell certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to fight with Medici, who was considered relatively powerful even among the Sequence Ones, with his small body of a Sequence Two. He immediately retreated without even thinking about it, not wanting to follow in the footsteps of the "Founder" at all.

In the Backlund Palace, George III's heart was pounding.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor William I died. This man who, to put it nicely, had an ambiguous and wavering stance, and to put it bluntly, had no ambition at all but had absolute say in the family, finally died. If he continued to live, George III would worry that if he was disliked by the Seven Gods in the future, would William I lead everyone to watch him being killed coldly, and then calmly pay the price, push everything onto him and cut ties with him - George III smiled, he thought of his third son Edessaac who was sacrificed by him.

The Counts of Rustin in history always seemed to have a life full of misfortunes. The poor little prince, who always looked at his father with admiration, how sad and desperate would he be after realizing that he was an abandoned child? He did not hate this child, but rather liked this youngest son a little. However, in order to achieve his own goal, he was willing to sacrifice all three of George III's children.

If necessary, I can clear Edessak's name when I become the Black Emperor... George III thought that I could blame everything on the Witch Cult, so that Edessak would at least have a relatively positive image in history books.

This is how the world is, everyone is striving to grow like a plant.

To become stronger, one relies not on virtue but on cruelty. The more one wants to reach higher, the roots of the plant will extend further into the darker places. The more one wants to thrive, the more corpses are needed as nutrients. It is like offering sacrifice to the cruel god named "strength". The flames on the altar are burning fiercely, and what is waiting to be thrown in is one's sense of justice, kindness, goodness, softness and all other virtues, and even everything else.

Only by burning all of this out can you gain the favor of power!
Pulling his thoughts back to the present - the "Balancer" will definitely not go against him again, from now on, he will be the one who has the final say in the Augustus family. This is a great thing, I should really thank the Red Angel!

Thank Him with death!
George III's position suddenly rose, and he was separated from the others. The Prince of Order raised his eyes and looked at Medici who slowly turned around. The Angel King-level "Spiritual Piercing" was activated, and two rays of light that could almost tear through space rushed straight towards Medici! A sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of Medici's mouth. He threw several talismans up and down in his hands, but he didn't intend to use any of them.

Because his good luck was beyond common sense! The light of "spiritual piercing" was split like a shower, and only a small part fell on Medici. The two rays of light did not really hurt him, but he felt a sharp pain in his head for a moment, but he did not lose consciousness, nor did he feel spiritual damage.

The shadow of a silver-white, scaleless giant snake hovered beside Medici, its blood-red eyes staring directly at the huge shadow connected to the sky.

Medici pressed his forehead, and the long sword in his hand spread flames, and then turned into a thin sword that looked like it had no fighting power and could only be worn as an ornament on the waist. Then, "Medici" arrogantly pushed his long hair back, and his originally iron-black eyes turned emerald green. In the blink of an eye, the war angel's aura suddenly changed, and even his face seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

"Medici, what the hell are you talking about? If you can't beat them, just ask for help. We will just laugh at you at most!"

Soran laughed: "Einhorn! Get ready, let's teach this little king how to fight!"

Before he finished speaking, the swaying shadows around him suddenly became solid. George III had not yet accepted the uniqueness, nor had he established a solid understanding of "emperor", but he was still able to connect himself with the concept of the country, as if rebelling against him was equivalent to rebelling against a country! The twisted iron law descended from the sky, and the kingdom of God and the kingdom began to overlap. This place would unreservedly implement every law of the emperor. The emperor was the only one, and the emperor was everything!
Medici was damaged by "psychic puncture"? Had to retreat?
Seeing the Conqueror's appearance change, this thought came to everyone's mind.

Then, a huge crowd of people came from nowhere, as if they had descended from the sky or grown from the ground, surrounding the army that had united around the conqueror. These creatures that looked like humans but were not human seemed to be made up of human body parts, and some were simply pieces of paper. They twisted their bodies strangely, twitched their hands and feet, and made sharp and unpleasant laughter. Layers of black lines hung down from the sky and connected to the back of these things' necks, like an absurd and funny puppet show on the stage.

The Servant of Mysteries joined the battlefield, and Zaratul quietly intervened with the Sequence One of the Writer. Of course, the extraordinary items of Sequence One could not have an effective impact on a "Conqueror" who was well prepared, but this was enough for Him to quickly write a drama behind the scenes, dragging War Red into the army and performing together with his own army of secret puppets.

"Hey, little Zaratul is here too."

"If your great grandfather knew what you are loyal to now, he would probably come out of his spiritual imprint to teach you a lesson!" Soran's eyes swept over these twisted and weird puppets. He was not afraid of these little things, and the Red of War was connected to the commander's spirit, so he was naturally not afraid of them. This army, which was mainly composed of saints and middle-order, was not even qualified to stand on the stage and fight against the army of secret puppets, but even if they looked directly at these things, they would not be affected by the angels manipulating behind the scenes. Although the commander's orders and combat style had changed, the well-trained army members still carried out his orders at the first time.

They quickly divided into small teams, separated the secret puppets that had the advantage in numbers, and eliminated these strange things in an orderly manner.

War is the art of concentration and a group game, but this cannot be compensated by sheer numbers.

During this short period of time, Zaratul quickly retreated behind the scenes. His rough script had been completed, and the projector in his hand projected slides onto the ground, starting with the army of secret puppets falling from the sky.

“There are so many good things in Medici.” Soran muttered, picking and choosing among the talismans in his hand, picking up one at random, and whispered, “Grazing!”

"Einhorn, help me keep an eye on little Zaratul and be ready to mobilize the army at any time."

The Conqueror's eyes were fixed on George III. This prince of Sequence One who might have two or three copies stood high in the Kingdom of Shadows like a true emperor, coldly admiring the spectacular performance of the two armies.

Sauron's shadow suddenly stood up, with three heads close to the Conqueror's back. The sun, corruption, and the breath of sin surrounded Him at the same time. Countless sunlight gathered into a long spear and stabbed at George III who was high up. The king responded immediately, and the spear was twisted and crushed, without causing any harm to Him.

But the next moment, a sense of crisis suddenly erupted from his side and back. George III turned his head suddenly, only to see himself growing out of the shadow behind him - another George III, with bloodshot eyes, and a horrifying aura of depravity and sin, as if it was his reflection!

The reflection of George III, which was a combination of the two paths, raised his hand and slowly stretched it towards His neck.

At the same time, the rapier that seemed to be just a decoration stabbed from above him. Soran’s laughter was one step slower than it:
"idiot!"

The Conqueror's jeers aroused George III's irritation and anger:

"You're just a piece of shit who has never fought a war. Even the emperor himself can't figure out how to fight. You should go and learn from Solomon first!"

But at this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky of the Kingdom of God, huge meteorites fell like rain, and the scene of doomsday began to brew.

Ouroboros' good fortune failed to stop one god, the "Original Witch", who arrived just in time.

George III reacted quickly, blocking the Conqueror's sword, and quickly turned around to temporarily imprison his reflected self with the law.

The projector in Zaratul's hand was playing the scene where the Conqueror was restricted by George III's laws and was knocked down by George III's "barbarian" power. Suddenly, the projector jammed, then jumped back to the previous frame, and then jumped back to the previous frame... The script encountered force majeure, and had to delete itself and look for an opportunity to start again. He narrowed his eyes and raised his head. Endless secret puppets were still falling, preventing the Red of War from providing assistance to the commander. Suddenly, he noticed something, and a familiar figure flashed in the eyes of the secret puppet. This person's expression and movements were not very similar to those of other hunters immersed in the pleasure of battle. He even had an Intis cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He noticed the gaze of a secret doll, looked in that direction, then took something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

“The abyss is coming,” Einhorn said.

In an instant, a kingdom rampant with desire and sin spread out under the feet of the red of war. George III's kingdom of God was wrapped in sticky evil from bottom to top, and law and order were also shrouded in malice. At this moment, killing each other became glory, and betrayal became a virtue!
The crazy evil slowly erodes everyone.

……

In Intis, there is also a talisman burning in the hand of the God of Steam and Machinery, which is the "Historical Projection" presented by the Secret Order.

Bonova stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of air, but caught nothing. He grabbed another handful, but still only air. After repeating this several times, He grabbed the red-haired war angel Medici from the air.

As soon as Medici appeared, his eyes quickly became smart. A metal cabin fell from above, and Medici went in without thinking. Then the cabin door opened, and He put on the metal divine descent container made by the "Perfect One" himself, and moved his joints with satisfaction.

"Chik has joined the battle," Medici said. "I guess these two losers can hold them back for a while. This historical projection can only last for a limited time. The Lord said that if you need it, you can pray to The Fool. I've told you his honorific name."

Although we don’t know who the Fool is, we can rule out Antigonus first.

Bonova nodded. His spirituality was indeed not enough to sustain a sequence for a long time.

Medici turned and left, and “He” built a spiritual wall under the gaze of the God of Steam and began to chant the name of “The Fool”.

TBC
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Today I suddenly discovered that some of the typos that I had corrected were changed back. What is the principle behind this?

Double update.

(End of this chapter)