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

Chapter 352 Traces
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The stars at the end of the sky are burning quietly, and the universe is silent.

The sound of collapse became louder and louder, and the entire dark world began to tremble, as if it would collapse completely in the next moment.

The rift collapsed, and the Decayed King stared there, watching all the stars in the universe dimming bit by bit. In the endless night, the sun's light became the last light, which reminded him of the newborn universe in God's memory.

"Now, it's time to say goodbye."

"In fact, it would be better to say goodbye forever?"

The Outer God thought without any emotion. He had some regrets, but not much. The real Creator did make him feel a little sorry, but he had seen too many regretful things. Things were calm now. The last days of civilization were not short of warriors who could turn the tide.

He stared at the star for a while, then he closed his eyes and left the dream.

On the cliff deep in Chernobyl, Edward came back to his senses. In his perception, the Chaos Sea was still as calm as before, without any change, but the stone had been thrown, and the ripples gathered into waves, and it was only a matter of time before the waves became a tsunami.

"To be honest, compared to regret and sadness, I think His choice is really brilliant."

"Weaving our own lives into an experience of God, although God will still not be partial, but if we are lucky, humans can also become the petri dish that God will protect a little when the Heavenly Lord comes to harass them. I don't know whether this protection is a good thing for them."

Isn't this admirable? The original God sentenced him to death. Although he didn't know it, he still avoided being torn apart and wiped out in a clever way. If he insisted on doing it, he should stop as soon as possible and say goodbye to him forever.

This is already very well done, perfect, very good.

No extra thoughts beyond that.

The only thing is... the feeling of being forced into the Chaos Sea is really unpleasant, it can even be said to be very bad.

But other humans will feel sad because of this. Edward held his chin and thought, no matter what kind of realization those people made, no matter what words they said to comfort others, they still couldn't stop the sadness, because the disappearance of life is a thought worth being sad about.

If you want to know what the King of Decay is thinking, the Lord of Withering is now clapping in his mind.

Edward yawned, left the cliff, and moved to a more comfortable recliner, ready to stay here and wait for a while before leaving - the memory that still had many details to be repaired had a process of adjustment with God's divine life, and this process would not be too long or too short, at least until this memory was self-repaired and seamless. If the real Creator made a decision today to go to sea tomorrow, it could only prove that He had failed again, and failed completely, and was directly broken up by God and filed away in different categories.

Amon, who was hiding in Chernobyl, ran out from somewhere again. Through chatting with him over the past few days, Edward became familiar with him.

He claimed that because of the Chaos Sea, he had lost contact with all his clones outside, could not synchronize information, and knew nothing about the outside world. In fact, he did not have the power of the Chaos Sea at all. He had never jumped in, but was just strolling around here.

If he really jumped in, with his strength as an incarnation saint, he would only be completely contaminated by the Chaos Sea and then spit out.

But he was smart. After the real creator entered the Chaos Sea, he watched carefully from the side for a long time. Then, in order to obtain more intelligence, he made a deal with Edward for some residual information in Chernobyl.

"Don't you know me?"

Edward teased: "You still know how to get along with me. You must have maintained some contact with your clone in the outside world."

"Yes."

Amon pinched his monocle, with a sincere smile on his face: "Every once in a while, other clones wandering in the wilderness near Chernobyl will come to share some knowledge with me. Although it is limited, no one can get close to here except me, right?"

Indeed, Chernobyl contains huge secrets. It not only reveals the truth of the so-called "crossing", but also involves the Chaos Sea and God. It was sealed off after the real creator left, which happened in almost the second era.

Even when the East Continent was at its most prosperous, this place would not have been known to the public. Moreover, a great catastrophe later buried everything. This old city and its old buildings were hidden in the depths of darkness and history, and even the surrounding wilderness had no visitors.

The Amon here has been secretly paying attention to the movements of the True Creator and the Outer Gods. He did learn about the True Creator becoming a dual-path True God through the information exchange between his clones, but like the original body, he believed that the True Creator was actually Sasriel who got benefits from the "Redemption Rose" but went crazy... It is precisely because of this wrong perception that the Amons wandering in the East Continent have been unremittingly clearing out the desperate converts in the God-forsaken Land for thousands of years, further destroying the True Creator's already pitifully few positive anchors.

Now, seeing that Edward had come out of his trance, he boldly came up again.

"What have you been through?"

In addition to the purpose of collecting intelligence, Amon was really curious. Although he also knew why the omniscient and omnipotent True God of the Five Paths entered the Chaos Sea, he had never experienced it personally. There was always a thick barrier between speculation and reality.

"It's complicated. Anyway, He will come back, and then you will know His attitude towards you." Edward didn't want to explain it to him clearly.

The Amons are under the jurisdiction of the original body, but not all of them have limited freedom and self like the one chosen by themselves. Even if they are told that the real creator is the human side of the ancient sun god, some Amons may believe it at first, but as long as the original body firmly believes otherwise, all the Amons will think it is a lie.

“So what did He go through?”

Amon did not give up the idea of ​​obtaining information and asked again.

“He went through some things that were definitely not fun in His eyes.”

Edward said: "His mentality has also changed a bit because of this. He went from believing that he could do it, to believing that he could do nothing after being hit, to regrouping, replanning and thinking, and once again believing that he could definitely do it."

"What?" Amon asked, "Does He want to contain the Chaos Sea?"

"Yes."

Amon thought thoughtfully: "His condition is indeed very good, and there are only 19 years left before the end of the world. So he plans to contain the Chaos Sea now?"

Edward nodded. "That's about right."

"However, the state is actually not important to the Essence. But if you can contain the Essence, it is very likely not your credit, but the one who incarnated the Essence is willing to do so. For example, God is not very happy about it."

Amon's eyebrows slightly raised. He thought of the matter of Sefirah Castle. The strong men from the three mysterious paths had been searching for Sefirah Castle for several epochs and still found nothing. They all began to wonder if the "Lord of Mysteries" did not intend to let anyone become Him, but was just waiting for His resurrection.

There were traces of the Chaos Sea, and the other source substances were all locked up in another continent, but if the Sefirah Castle could not be found, the strong men of the three paths of Doomsday would have no choice but to wait for death. So in the Fourth Era, several dukes put aside their past grudges and joined forces with Antigonus to conduct experiments, trying to use the still strong cohesion at that time and the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries to forcibly become gods, and try to attract Sefirah Castle.

However, their experiment suffered a tragic failure. Antigonus was defeated by the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries and turned into a crazy "half-fool". Finally, he fell into eternal sleep under the manipulation of the Goddess of Night, and the Kingdom of Night was destroyed.

Therefore, Mr. Men and Amon also gave up on becoming gods in the Fourth Epoch, and the Zoroast family escaped disaster.

"Does the Source Avatar have preferences?" Amonki asked, "I thought they only had instinct and logic."

"Of course. I'm going to throw you into the Chaos Sea now, and you'll know whether He likes you or not."

Amon immediately shut up and took two steps back. But after a few minutes, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Then the True Creator has been down there for so long without being thrown out. Does that mean that the containment of Him and the Essence is going smoothly?"

"If you ask me, the real Creator and God don't get along that well."

Edward patiently answered Amon's boring questions one after another: "He himself knows that, in addition to his identity and power being more in line with God, his over-preference for a certain race is what God cannot tolerate the most. To God, it doesn't matter if it's a human, a dragon, or an elf. Phoenixes and feathered serpents are all fine. God can bring all races under his command and make a complete collection. Why does he have to give up other illustrations for a single human? Other races don't have their own culture."

Amon thought about it and nodded.

Although most of the clones are useless, the original body would probably be unwilling to abandon all of them.

"I'll wait and see for a while, and then I'll leave."

The devil said, "If He can restore you to your characteristics right away, then I will know who He is."

Amon retreated to the entrance of the passage at the speed of light. Even though he knew it was useless and he was not afraid of death, he still tried his best to act like Amon, a thrill-seeking but timid person.

Seeing that Amon was scared away, Edward didn't say anything more. He took out the notebook from his arms, flipped a few pages forward, and turned to a page of music score that was casually scribbled.

"He is now truly worthy of a narrative poem from me."

The eulogist, who symbolizes destruction, thought: "I wrote a little bit before, but I didn't finish it. Now no one can prove that He ever existed except me, so I will give Him what a dead life deserves."

TBC
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