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

Chapter 355: Kill Them All (3)

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Cecima frowned and tensed the muscles in her shoulders and back. Mr. Z, who was slightly inferior in sequence and spirituality, was immediately suppressed.

Of course Maria knew that the other party would not just sit there and wait for death, but just when she was about to use "bribery" again to make the other party lose the idea of ​​resistance, her mind was strangely dizzy for a few seconds and she stayed in the same place uncontrollably.

The luck that Ademisol managed to gift me has now run out?
Maria suddenly realized why she felt dizzy, but then her condition seemed to suddenly deteriorate significantly. She felt tired and uncomfortable as if she had suffered excessive spiritual loss in a short period of time. The edges of her body became blurred and strange shadows appeared.

The Night Path has an effect on luck and destiny? She thought in amazement, no wonder the good luck was consumed so quickly!
"Damn it."

In the shadows of a certain corner, feeling his own flesh and blood magic being defeated by the power of tranquility, the hidden Mr. Z thought angrily - "If I were in better condition and applied for a promotion this year, maybe this wouldn't be the case now!"

At the moment when the newly formed human faces on his shoulders froze, Creste Cecima swung his bone sword violently and dug out the affected flesh and blood on his body! The flesh and blood struggled unwillingly to fall down, and in the process of falling, the tranquility of the spirit was completely dissipated and turned into ashes. Then, Cecima's expression was slightly distorted, and the clothes on his ribs seemed to be bulged a little by something. The bloody shoulder stopped bleeding in a short time, but strangely grew some black hair.

Even the legs and arms that were in the hands during the previous battle seemed to have returned to normal, almost to their original state!
"You deserve my utmost respect."

His voice also became a little strange, like the roar of some wild beast.

Creste Cesimar was not angry either. The more pressure the battle put on him, the calmer his heart and mind became. The wound at this moment was causing a faint stinging pain, like a branding iron with residual heat stuck to the shoulder of the "Sword of the Goddess".

The bone sword in his hand, which was originally emitting a faint glow, suddenly gave off a cold aura. This seemingly fragile bone should have been full of gaps and cracks in the high-frequency battles and broken in a certain collision, but in fact, there was an indescribable power throughout the bone sword, supporting it and even making it indestructible and extremely sharp.

The aura of Creste Cesimma suddenly changed.

It was as if a candle flame was gently blown out, and the world around her suddenly darkened. Maria watched the changes in the environment with the corner of her eye. Having dealt with the Aurora Society for many years, she could tell the difference between "shadow" and "darkness" at a glance. The hermits of the Aurora Society would create a special shadow, which, like their flesh and blood magic, had a strong ability to devour and corrode, and even light could not penetrate.

But the darkness before me was different, even very ordinary.

It is as ordinary as some dark corners, unlit rooms, and night roads without candles in daily life. It is as ordinary as a small alley you accidentally glimpse while walking on the road. There are no gas street lamps or any light sources in the alley. You stand in the dim light of the street lamp, and the alley is dark and deep, giving people infinite fear, as if it leads to another world.

Is this the true appearance of the holy object?
Maria's gaze was uncontrollably attracted to the bone sword whose light became deeper. She was not frightened by Creste Sesima's aura, but she also remained vigilant instead of being arrogant. The battle that was originally a life-and-death struggle became solemn and murderous again.

A breeze blew into the room, and Crestai Cecima walked over step by step, holding the sword in both hands, slanting it at his side.

The blade seemed to become extremely heavy, and he had to hold it with both hands. Every movement was more powerful than before.

The world grew darker and darker, and night closed in on her.

Maria stared at the green eyes of the "Goddess Sword" as a breeze blew past them. In the weak light of the gas lamp, the shadows of the two of them on the wall twisted violently, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating, fighting fiercely on the wall just like their masters.

Sometimes, one of the shadows would slow down, and the other would immediately take advantage of the situation to pursue it. But in the next moment, the thin shadows created by the light and the holy sword would flicker into a whole. The power of disaster and distortion would intertwine, and the sharp blade would cut through the blockade.

The power of the bone sword was fully stimulated, and the advantage of its excellent compatibility with the holy object was that it could minimize the negative effects and maximize the power of the seal itself. Creste Sesima wielded the pure white bone sword, his pace and attack speed became faster and faster, his pupils erected, and his center of gravity gradually lowered. With the vitality given by the holy object corresponding to the "Night Watcher", he turned into a fortress with a strong desire to attack. Maria's "bribe" repeatedly collided head-on with "disaster". Without the blessing of good luck, she only succeeded twice out of thirteen bribes!

In this situation, the "Barbarian's" melee skills were also restricted. She couldn't really use her own flesh and blood to collide with a saint-level sealed object!
Occasionally, her fist or palm would accurately hit the side and back of the holy sword, making a loud sound like metal collision, but this was not a long-term solution. Maria knew very well that if she could not defeat Crestai Cecima, Mr. Z would also be meat on the chopping board. She had to defeat this man, or make him temporarily incapable of action before she had a chance to leave. However, she also knew very well that although it seemed that they were evenly matched now, in fact, she had no hope of defeating the other party!

Maria had only a very slight advantage over Crestai Cecima, and this advantage was the rules she established in the East District. Without the seal, this advantage of hers could be overshadowed at any time by the holy relic which had almost no negative effects.

Therefore, Maria guessed that there would probably be no reinforcements coming.

If Ademisol is lucky enough, he will definitely come back after everything here is over. If more than ten minutes have passed and no one has come to help, it proves that Mr. Z's information has been blocked and may not have been delivered at all...

...or in other words, there is not a single living secret praying person within the straight-line distance from here to the location of the Dark Saint.

And the situation is still sliding further towards the worst.

The thumb-sized wriggling mass of flesh was hidden by Maria's temples, like a pool of bright red jelly, with three irregular holes, two small and one large, scattered on the jelly. At this moment, these holes were twisted strangely, like a person's face.

"Ma'am, I can't hold on any longer..."

The lump of flesh merged with Maria's skin and became a mosquito-sized lump, but it did not itch, did not suck blood, and did not hurt. The three small holes on the lump that represented eyes and mouth twisted into a painful expression and made a tiny sound.

"You have to hold on even if you can't. You've done a great job." Maria whispered, "But you have to hold on for a little longer..."

After saying that, she simply twisted the wound on her waist and abdomen, forcibly connected the broken blood vessels and muscle tissues, and then looked at Crestai Cecima, who had almost completely turned into a monster covered with coarse and hard hair.

"Wolf."

she said suddenly.

"Werewolf."

"Yes, wolf."

Cecima also answered with a low growl, with several flesh tentacles hanging from his waist, and the roar of the beast formed a sound similar to that of a human.

"You'll become a monster."

"And you will die." Maria wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, not knowing whether it was from pain or weakness. "Is there any point in this? I don't know why I should fight you. There is actually no such blood feud between us. I am not your enemy, but you have to kill me even if you lose control."

The "Sword of the Goddess" raised the bone sword in his hand, pointed it forward, and let out an unformed roar from his throat:

“…This is the meaning.”

The lawyer sighed. Her defense was indeed ineffective.

Things have developed to this point, there is no need to hesitate anymore.

Maria would never sit and wait for death. She did her best to drive her body, squeezing out the last bit of strength from her flesh and blood and every cell. She had no seals and her extraordinary abilities were not advantageous, so she could only use combat techniques to make up for it as much as possible. Fortunately, she was experienced in fighting. Creste Sesima swung the blade just as fiercely. He limped because abusing the power of the holy sword to repair broken bones and damaged internal organs would only make him look more like a monster. His breath was filled with blood, and the broken ribs pierced into his abdomen.

The bone sword came up from below diagonally. Maria quickly stepped forward and turned around. The tip of the holy sword left a hideous scar on her arm, but she put her bloody palms together like a knife and continued to stab forward.

The two of them stuck together, having long since given up on their fancy Extraordinary Abilities, which were no longer important. The final outcome could only be determined by battle.

Soaked in blood, two pairs of similar eyes carried the same madness and determination.

the other side.

Mr. Z was painfully turned into a pool of flesh and blood, merging into the shadows. His facial features, limbs, and internal organs were completely scattered together, and the whole person was as if he had been crushed by a giant wheel a dozen times. His eyes stayed near his lungs, watching the lungs rise and fall to breathe, watching the dense alveoli rupture with blood, and then a slightly heavy breathing sound came from the throat next to his ears, and the mouth and tongue that had gone to who knows where gradually began to smell blood, and then his heartbeat accelerated, and he began to cough - although everything was in a mess, it was still working normally.

Because countless weird and crazy hallucinations erupted before his eyes and in his mind, even the devout believers who had heard the true Creator's whispers from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 could not bear it, because these hallucinations were not only dangerous, but also contained many of the beautiful things he longed for.

It was beautiful, beautiful... When I was pulled out of the mud by the messenger of God and led to participate in the Aurora Society for the first time...

When I was killing people... When I was afraid... When I was worried that I wouldn't be able to advance to Sequence 8 within a year...

...while basking in the warm sunshine...while reciting epic stories with the children of the small church who believed in the Lord...

When you brutally kill betrayers and sacrifices... When you bathe in blood and pray before the statue of the Lord after completing your mission...

After being assigned to the East District of Backlund, when he was overwhelmed by Maria's power and tried to build a good relationship with her... after the Lord restored his glory... when those workers showed admiration and love for him instead of fear...

Countless fragmented images flashed quickly before his eyes, as if he had experienced life and death countless times in a very short period of time.

The members of the Red Gloves also knew that the believers of the True Creator were often incredibly mentally tough, and could even be said to be the strongest among the twenty-two paths. Therefore, they did not try to use gentle hallucinations and peaceful songs to make Mr. Z fall asleep, but instead launched an extremely violent nightmare attack, intending to directly defeat the powerful spirit and tear apart the opponent's memory and spirit in the dream.

"Miss……"

His mind gradually became rigid, and his existing memories were gradually filled with huge amounts of false information. He knew clearly that this was the feeling of being possessed by a nightmare and gradually dying, but he could not resist, and his mind began to waver.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head. He was very familiar with this feeling, it was the feeling of a part of his body being destroyed.

Someone found me? Someone attacked me? Mr. Z's will, which was on the verge of breaking, barely gathered itself together. The eyes in his flesh and blood opened and observed the situation around him - who had found my location, who was it? Which part of my body was destroyed?
His breathing stopped instantly, and an invisible hand gripped Mr. Z's throat.

He saw the two figures slowly falling down. The tip of the broken bone sword pierced the throat of the wolf-like man, and the middle of the bone sword pierced Maria's heart.

"Ma——"

His mind was boiling in an instant, and was also completely shattered at the same moment. All the pain and beautiful memories were mixed together. Mr. Z leaned back suddenly, his flesh and blood squirmed, and his body, which had lost its will, pounced uncontrollably on all sides.

The Red Gloves quickly jumped out of the shadows, some to control the out-of-control flesh and blood, and some to rescue the "Sword of the Goddess".

"Lord Cecima is still breathing!"

"Thank God, the relic boosted his vitality...Oh my God, the relic was broken!"

“No extraordinary properties have been released… There is no sign that the holy object has released any extraordinary properties! Your Excellency’s vital signs are also stable! - Quick! Send Master Cecima back! Maybe there is still hope!”

"Remember the Extraordinary trait of Recycling Cultists."

"Yes!"

A group of people quickly made a simple stretcher and took the werewolf monster away. Red Gloves, who stayed behind to clean up the scene, paused and asked, "What is the code name of this Aurora Society's messenger?"

The man with red gloves who was walking in front turned around, frowned and thought for a while:
"It's not important. Just deal with it first and then go back to see which divine messenger is missing!"

TBC
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A sword will pierce your heart.

(End of this chapter)