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

Chapter 345: The Fool's Extreme Operation
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Klein's eyes penetrated the gray mist in the distance and observed his pile of groceries.

Some change, some clothes, some used low-sequence items... There was nothing useful on the pile of groceries. The only things that could do something were probably the "Poseidon Scepter" and the "Staff of Life", but these two extraordinary items were only demigod-level. Even if they could play a better role with the blessing of Sefirah Castle, it would be difficult for them to intervene in the battle at the beginning of the sequence.

Sequence One is the bottom line for participating in the war, and it must be a Sequence One in good condition. However, Sequence One in the God War is basically useless, just like Sequence 7 in the Demigod Battle. Pallez Zoroast is obviously not good enough. Will may have an admission ticket, but we must be on guard against Ouroboros... The Aurora Society and the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun have reorganized, and Medici has taken action, so Ouroboros may have already joined the war. Even if Will is really qualified to participate in the war, he will definitely not be willing to wade into this muddy water at this time, not to mention that I have no bargaining chips at all... Klein felt a headache just thinking about it.

"Although, rather than expecting me to help, they expect Sefirah Castle to do something."

"But even if it's Sefirah Castle, what can it do in this situation?"

Klein tapped the bronze table with his fingers, using his brain to think of a solution. However, Cattleya, whose perception was blocked, did not notice that The Fool had quietly appeared on the main seat.

The last time we saw the real Creator was in the prayer scene. The people of Moon City were praying, and the real Creator was supervising him to use the "Staff of Life" to release miracles.

A few days passed, and the real creator seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. However, the high priest Nim of Moon City had established a relatively secret connection with "The Fool" and wanted to develop a long-term relationship. However, he had not completely let down his guard yet. So, at the other party's "life-threatening" request, Klein performed several miracles, such as revitalizing a small area of ​​the nutrient-free and polluted land in the East Continent, using the "Scepter of Poseidon" to create some clean water and natural rainwater, and then treating the deformed people.

High Priest Nim had already had the idea of ​​converting in the face of a true miracle. Klein was now quite skilled and was not in a hurry.

His experience of working with Silver City taught him that he should not be impatient in this regard. He should give stable hope to those in desperate situations, and also give the leaders who were responsible for the lives and safety of the people of a city enough time to find their way.

"What is the True Creator going to the East Continent for? It can't be just to convert Yuecheng."

"He must be doing something very important, and he will not be able to come back for a while, so the Lord of Storms suddenly took action, attacking Lenburg and other countries to seize the authority of the 'Reader', and then attacking Intis..."

"So, these are the territories and people that will be given to George III? Maybe He will immediately announce the transformation into an empire once the situation stabilizes a little... A dual-path true god is leading the attack on Intis. Now Intis only has the God of Steam and Machinery. It looks like a sure loss!"

It seems that there is no room for him to participate at all!
These gods fought in the sky all the way to the edge of the earth, and the aftermath was enough to kill a hundred little fools!

Damn it, I quit!

Klein gave up on himself for five seconds, then sighed and regained his mind. Forget it, forget it, I should think of a way. The True Creator has helped me so much, and He is in danger now. I have to do what I can.

"Among so many things, there is one thing I can still try."

Sefirah Castle is an item related to "Fortune Teller", "Thief", and "Apprentice", among which the connection with "Fortune Teller" is the most obvious. Klein can rely on Sefirah Castle to perform all kinds of unimaginable divinations and get very accurate answers.

Well, since divination can be strengthened, maybe it is not impossible to use the aura of Sefirah Castle to strengthen the historical projection?

Maybe you can also think of it as playing the role of an ancient scholar in advance!
There wouldn't be any problem if I just used Medici's historical projection to do an experiment. Just like making a paper angel, I could use the spirit worm and the gray fog of Sefirah Castle to make a "fortune teller angel" and give it to Medici to try... Klein thought as he responded to the chestnut-haired young man and asked him about Medici's current location.

At the same time, Klein quickly took out a "Time Worm" trophy from the pile of debris, and then prepared to separate his "Spirit Worm". Using only Sequence 4 materials is definitely not enough, and Amon's legacy happened to be not used up. The "Time Worm" left by Amon can be used to make talismans, which should be related to the status of their original bodies. However, his own "Spirit Worm" may not be very effective in making talismans, so Klein plans to use the "Spirit Worm" as a medium and carrier to carry the aura of Sefirah Castle and use the "Time Worm" to strengthen it, perhaps the effect will be better.

The feasibility seems to be quite high.

Once he had a plan, he would act immediately. Klein was always very active. He was silent for a few seconds, then he spread out his left hand. In his palm lay two transparent worms that glowed with three-dimensional mysterious symbols.

The two worms twisted gently, with their own vitality. The aura of Source Castle responded to the two strange worms. The gray fog showed strange changes, and the surrounding light and shadow flickered without any regularity. This was exactly the "Spirit Worm" that Klein separated.

Cattleya, whose perception was partially blocked, vaguely sensed some changes. After becoming a "mystic", she was very sensitive to any spiritual perception. She looked around, and the "world" was still sitting there motionless, but the gray fog flowing quietly around suddenly gave her a sense of uneasiness, as if there was something terrifying hidden behind the fog.

On the main seat, Klein stretched out his right palm and fiercely pinched the two transparent worms.

A moment later, his palm paused, just touching the "Spirit Bug".

He raised his hand and then lowered it, lowered it and paused, paused and then raised it again. After doing this several times, Klein suddenly exerted force with an expressionless face.

Amidst the invisible and illusory cracking sound, his head suddenly felt a sharp pain.

This made him feel as if his soul was torn apart, which was more painful than being shot or stabbed.

Klein used the Joker's ability to control the twitching of his facial muscles. After a few seconds, he raised his right hand and rubbed his forehead. He muttered to himself, "Sure enough, the death of each 'Spirit Worm' will cause damage to the spirit body. My current limit should be six. Well, I won't try for now. Let's see how long it takes to recover."

"Fortunately, this is something I can tolerate. Otherwise, in a fierce battle, if the puppet is destroyed and I don't have time to retrieve the 'Spirit Worm', it would be dangerous..."

"Unlike Amon's 'Time Worm' clone, the 'Spirit Worm' of the 'Weird Mage' will not necessarily die once the secret doll is destroyed. In most cases, the 'Weird Mage' can retrieve it in time because the distance between the main body and the secret doll is not that exaggerated..."

After preparing the materials, Klein looked at the Hermit lady who was sitting there quietly.

Previously, he guessed that the "Hidden One" would be affected because the "Hidden Sage" also participated in the war of gods. Combined with the situation just reported by the chestnut-haired young man, his guess was almost right.

Now the "Hidden Sage" has not appeared directly, but the gods of steam and machinery, who are adjacent to each other, are ready to fight.

Should I leave Cattleya here? Actually, it’s not impossible. Besides, I have a lot of things to do next, and it’s impossible to block the other party’s perception all the time... Klein pondered for a few seconds and decided to look at the chestnut-haired young man’s answer before making a decision.

"His Highness Medici is teaming up with my Lord, the God of Steam and Machinery, to fight against the Primordial Witch..."

Klein thought that was indeed the case. The Hidden Sage probably wanted to play the role of the oriole, wandering outside to oppress without really participating. If Medici and the God of Steam were damaged in the fight against the Original Witch, then He could benefit from it. If the God of Steam teamed up with Medici to beat the Original Witch and make her run all over the place, then the Hidden Sage might choose to leave... This should be Medici's plan, the plan of the former Angel King "Conspirator". With the capital of a Sequence One and a True God, he has been dealing with the other party until now without completely showing signs of decline. These angels and gods who have survived from ancient times to the present should not be underestimated.

The chestnut-haired young man just happened to say the relevant part: "Their battle takes place in the astral plane. We beg you to help us."

Klein: ...

Klein thought, this is really nonsense. Of course I know that you guys are fighting in the astral realm, and I also know that the Creator's honorable name is "The Ruler of the Vast Astral Realm". You mythical creatures who have been fooled by the real Creator probably really think that "Fools" have an advantage in the astral realm? In fact, let alone going to the astral realm to fight, Fools can't even see it clearly! How can I help you?

Mr. Fool quickly began to make up excuses for himself, trying to get the other party to hand over a coordinate that was as accurate as the spiritual world coordinates. But before Klein could finish his lie, the chestnut-haired young man spoke in a very Alger-like manner:

"The Lord has entrusted me with the task of telling you that you are an ancient being that needs to hide yourself, and not to rashly enter the astral plane and expose yourself... Therefore, the Lord has already prepared His position. Dear Mr. Fool, I beg you to open the door to your kingdom, and I will offer the device as a sacrifice to you."

After saying this, the chestnut-haired young man took out the prepared spiritual materials from the box at hand and prepared to start arranging the sacrificial ceremony. Klein: ...

It must be said that it is very worry-free to get along with someone like Alger who is so far-sighted and always respectful and humble to the gods... Klein silently deleted the half-written draft from his mind and said calmly but majestically:

"can."

Soon, a metallic object was sacrificed. It looked a bit like the small game console he played when he was a child, with a screen and a simple instruction manual. Klein took a quick look at it. The method of use was very simple. It was to infuse spirituality into the object, establish a certain connection with the God of Steam and Machinery, and then obtain the opponent's position through the inside line.

"it is good."

Klein planned to try it right away, so he signaled the chestnut-haired young man to finish his prayer. At the end, he casually asked:
"Are you the angel of the God of Steam?"

The chestnut-haired young man nodded, and the pupils in his clear blue eyes seemed to be two dark gears spinning. Talking about his Lord and his faith, the young man's expression was more humble and natural than before: "Yes. Thanks to the Lord's love and forgiveness, I, an ordinary and incompetent person, can enter the Kingdom of God as a descendant of a rebel. Dear 'Fool', my name is Bonois Gustave."

Benoit Gustave... Klein was stunned. He took a deep look at the other person's face and ended his prayer.

It’s that child, that “lovely little angel”.

So that’s how it is… So that’s how it is, this is grace, this is truly a blessing from God.

The picture disappeared, and he sighed, concentrating on what he was about to do. He temporarily put aside all the memories that came to his mind because of the name, then reached out and pressed the rectangular instrument, and began to transfer spirituality into it.

In an instant, Klein felt as if he saw countless intricate circuits, like blood vessels, or like the neurons in the human brain that he had seen in documentaries. If it were an ordinary demigod, he would probably be lost in the corner of the God of Steam and Machinery's consciousness the moment he established such a connection. But Klein used the power of Sefirah Castle to stabilize himself. Then, his mind flew along a fixed route, his vision continued to rise, and finally he finally realized what these neurons, spider webs, blood vessels, and circuit-like things were - this was the underlying logic of building the astral world!

At this moment, a red dot was emitting a steady glow, and Klein immediately extended his will over there.

When his mind came into contact with the red light, his vision immediately returned to normal, and then he opened his mouth in disbelief.

Klein felt that his language system might have been challenged. In short, in his shocked and dazed eyes, he saw—

First, a huge human-like mechanical hand stretched out from the fog of war that permeated the star realm, with huge amounts of white steam gushing out of every joint. In this hand, which was as big as several houses, was holding a blazing white flaming spear that could almost span the sky and the earth. At this moment, the tip of the spear was pointing into the distance, and the mechanical arm, which could not be seen clearly even if one looked up, made a bidding gesture. After slightly adjusting the angle, the gears on the mechanical arm turned rapidly, the bearings pressed against each other, and the flaming spear flew straight to the horizon!
This series of actions was so smooth that Klein could see an indescribable static mechanical beauty.

And in the direction where the flaming spear was pointing, there was a vaguely beautiful thing there, with long hair spreading out like clouds, and stars twinkling between His hair, turning into flaming meteorites falling to the earth. Endless disasters were brewing in His eyes, and before the terrifying flaming spear touched Him, it strangely turned from the tip of the spear into a piece of stone, and finally disintegrated into spirit and disappeared.

A familiar red-haired figure stood on the shoulder of the mechanical arm, his body also shining with metallic luster.

Then, the fan of the huge robot began to whirr, absorbing the scattered spirituality, and the huge cannon on its shoulders began to charge.

Unlike the God of Steam and Machinery, with whom he had already established a normal connection, Klein didn't dare to look, nor could he see clearly. But the moment he noticed that existence, he naturally thought of everything in the world related to "love"!

That's the original witch!

The original witch, Chike!
Klein looked away. His spiritual intuition portrayed a very attractive woman with a blurred face in his mind. She had a charming figure, and her every move seemed to slow down the whole world. But she also had snake-like hair, and everything she saw turned to stone.

Is that the mythical creature form of the "witch"? Medusa with snake hair?

It's strange to see Medusa paired with black flame and spider silk.

Klein's heart was pounding, and his body couldn't help but get a little hotter. He had an accurate grasp of the battle situation in front of him, and at the same time, he felt even more speechless about the battle between these mythical creatures—

Who would have thought that the battle of gods here would be Transformers vs. Medusa! !
But since he had already grasped the situation, had already found Medici, and it wasn't too late, Klein immediately gathered his mind and transferred his spirit back to Sefirah Castle. He couldn't care less about blocking Cattleya's perception. A "Time Worm" was suspended in his palm, and the towering temple filled with gray fog was slightly shaking. Just like the "Spirit Worm" just now, Sefirah Castle reacted again - the normal walking time was slightly disrupted, and the flowing gray fog changed its position slightly, as if half a second of time had been stolen.

The Hermit Cattleya once again felt something was changing. She was about to look around in doubt. At this moment, the World beside her, Gehrman, suddenly spoke softly:
"Lower your head."

Cattleya did as she was told subconsciously. The moment she lowered her head, she saw an ancient, blurry figure slowly emerging from the gray mist at the end of the long table. It seemed as if He had just walked in slowly from the end of time, and yet it also seemed as if He had always been there and had never left.

Affected by the ritual, the gray fog-filled Source Castle did not stop shaking, but became even more violent. Klein, who was already a demigod, successfully pried some of the power, and the gray fog closest to his hand was slowly attracted and thrown into the small spiritual vortex on the "Time Worm". When no more gray fog was attracted, Klein frowned, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He spread out his palms and threw his two "Spirit Bugs" into the vortex.

The spiritual materials from these adjacent paths merged together with almost no obstacles. They did not form a spell, nor did they become a stable thing. Instead, they seemed to be dominated by the power of the gray fog, transforming into a small piece of mist that permeated the hands and fluctuated.

There seemed to be something in the fog, but when I looked closely, I only felt a palpitation and fear.

Then, Klein flicked his wrist and threw out this small piece of mist that had almost exhausted his spiritual power, towards the Medici who was standing in the mystical connection and transforming - standing on the shoulder of the God of Steam and Machinery!
In Klein's vision, the light gray mist left the Sephira Castle and merged smoothly with Medici's figure.

The latter suddenly showed a look of surprise, and then laughed heartily.

It seemed to be successful. Klein began to carry out his second plan. He turned his attention to the East District and selected a thug who had hurt people. He then used hypnosis to control this person all the way to the Queen District of Backlund, close to the location of the royal palace.

From the information obtained by Bonois Gustave, it is learned that one of their angels is currently fighting in the royal palace area, against George III, who is at the level of Angel King, and Zaratul, who is at the level of Sequence One.

There was basically no one in the Queens District now, and the nobles and the middle class had basically taken refuge in nearby churches or air-raid shelters. Under Klein's manipulation, the villain stayed near the palace in a daze. There were shadows in front of him, and he could hardly see anything. In addition, there were iron laws and orders that prohibited any creature from approaching. Klein could see it clearly from Sefirah Castle.

So he asked the villain to pray to the Fool, and then gave him an item.

A reward charm for the best employee from the Aurora Society.

Klein threw down some paper angel blessings that could improve divination abilities. Then he laughed maliciously and immediately ended his attention on the villain, cut off all occult connections, and hid away as usual.

The villain took out a pendulum he had stolen from a small shop on the road in a state of confusion, placed the props needed for the ceremony, and began to divine the talisman made by the hand of the real creator.

TBC
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Happy New Year to everyone in advance!
I'll take a day off tomorrow and sleep in!!
(End of this chapter)