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

Chapter 358 The World Over There

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The original witch seems to have not yet absorbed the characteristics of a conqueror.

He did not use any of the Conqueror's extraordinary abilities in the battle. Through harassing the Witch Cult and gathering intelligence, Medici speculated that the Sequence One should still be kept by an angel. In other words, Chick still maintained his androgynous and cynical mental state. In terms of state, the God of Steam and Machinery was slightly better than Him.

The situation with Soren and Einhorn was not good, which Medici felt through the connection between them.

Of course, their battle situation was quite unfavorable from the beginning. Being able to hold out for so long was beyond Medici's expectations. Therefore, he guessed that something unexpected must have happened there. Sure enough, Einhorn contacted him hurriedly a few seconds later, but he only said one word before being interrupted by the extraordinary ability of George III, who was at the level of the Angel King.

If it was something else, or a request for help, Medici would not respond, let alone think of a way to let the God of Steam and Machinery and the original witch's authority confront each other head-on, but that word was -

"Chaos Sea"!
Medici was too lazy to think about why Soran and Einhorn knew about the "Chaos Sea". All High Sequences of the Fourth Epoch knew that the flag symbol on Medici's forehead came from the "City of Disaster" that failed to accommodate. Trunsoest secretly tried to collude with the "Country of Disorder" but failed, which led to the contamination of the uniqueness of the "Judge". Amon, Antigonus and the Gate tried the apotheosis ceremony and searched for the Source Castle... In the last era, the matter of "Source" was not so secretive. It was natural for them to know more about the "Chaos Sea" corresponding to the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence.

"Oh, now that I think of this I have to tell a joke."

Medici said while playing Intis Mahjong with the other two conquerors in the mental imprint:
"Before, I was wondering if the Lord's divine aspect killed me in order to save me once and wash away the pollution of the source essence."

"Yo." Soran said, "What's the result?"

"The Outer God asked for me, and Adam said he didn't think too much about it. He just wanted to kill me and pave the way for Alistair. But he didn't expect Tudor to live for long. He just wanted to wash away his characteristics and uniqueness. Unfortunately, I am still the God of War."

Medici pushed his cards and said, "Win!"

After all, the three of them have been fused together for thousands of years, and even the True Creator cannot separate the spiritual imprints of the three people. Therefore, it is normal for the three of them to have each other's memories. Before Medici was taken back by the True Creator, Soran and Einhorn often teased about the Redemption of the Rose.

But it was also thanks to the special nature of the three-in-one spiritual imprint that Medici was able to keep Soran's part awake and in control of the body, while his own part hid and descended through the projection of history.

The key is what does the word "chaos sea" mean? Is the chaos sea coming?

The source material erosion of reality would not directly erode the capital of Loen, right? Doesn't that mean that the northern continent has been eroded?
Medici even took the time to look down. Although he was in the astral realm, he could still see the situation on the ground. The symbols of the northern continent were normal. Apart from the thunderstorms and strong winds, the distortion of the Black Emperor, and the might of the conquerors, nothing major had happened.

I don't understand but it seems something serious has happened.

Medici clenched his fist. The assistance provided by the Fool was also quite powerful. It strengthened the historical projection of the fortune teller, borrowed power from his past self, and also had the ability to "cheat", which extended the time of borrowing power...

"Did you hear that? Soran must be doomed. Let's speed up, or I'll be pulled back in a while."

He could clearly feel the constant sounds of gear friction, levers and vibrations coming from the huge metal shell under his feet. Medici was a little confused as to whether this shape was the form of a mythical creature of the God of Steam and Machinery, or a vessel descended from the gods. But it didn't matter. As long as Medici thought it was pleasing to the eye, that was enough!

"I understand."

In the fog of war, searchlights lit up one after another, and huge beams of light illuminated the entire fog, instantly capturing the figure of the original witch waiting for an opportunity to attack. All the beams of light were immediately focused on her, making Chike the focus of everyone's attention in the star realm.

Chick was unable to move for a second. His body quickly became transparent under the scrutiny of these beams of light. The elements that made up his body were quickly reduced to basic particles and the underlying extraordinary laws. The eyes of the "perfect one" illuminated the essence of all things. The powerful gods were still one of the objects under the current laws of the world. The gears of the God of Steam and Machinery quickly accelerated and began to analyze and calculate the weaknesses of the original witch. However, in the next moment, cracks quickly appeared on Chick's body, and he was about to use the mirror substitute to escape from the eyes of the God of Steam and Machinery.

Of course, Medici would not give Him this opportunity. He jumped high from the shoulders of the God of Steam and Machinery, and the metal container he was possessed by instantly disintegrated itself under the latter's control.

The container broke away from Medici's historical projection and turned into countless large and small spheres and metal cubes, and then quickly reorganized under the control of the gods. It generated a golden path under Medici's feet, and the golden path extended directly behind the original witch. Countless cubes built a huge cross in the astral world within a few tenths of a second!
"The witch must be burned at the stake!"

The golden talisman was thrown up, and the huge light and shadow figure appeared again behind the angel of war. This time, the figure had an eye - an eye like a stick figure!

This eye, which was out of tune with the overall painting style, looked at everything in the astral world, and then spoke majestically:
"efficient!"

The dazzling sunlight and the black shadows were suddenly woven into an indestructible rope, which tied up the Original Witch's neck, suppressing her sweet words of temptation, and hung her up like a prisoner on the gallows, with her hands tied behind her back on the stake!

The shadowy figure closed its eyes and quickly disappeared.

Chick sneered, his hair extended far away and turned into countless pythons with bloody mouths at the end. Although his movements were restricted, he still had the ability to fight. The snakes bit the ropes while watching Medici from all angles, looking for a flaw.

Medici rushed directly in front of Chike like a flash of fire. He looked away, not meeting the gaze of this peerless beauty and her countless snakes. Large and small instruments quickly "grew" from the bottom of the golden stake. The conqueror rubbed his fingers, and these disorderly placed flamethrowers, gas tanks and metal firewood burned at the same time, igniting the skirt of the original witch that depicted disaster from bottom to top!
The conqueror's flaming sword tip went straight to the brow of the original witch.

Medici's figure suddenly disappeared in the air, and the Original Witch also stopped at the same moment.

The burning continued. Chike lowered his head slightly, and white fire and black flames gradually appeared in his eyes. His face showed two expressions of malice and disdain at the same time. The flames under his feet rose. There were also large areas of burns on his body.

Empty! Empty!
The metal giant stepped forward quickly, his chest opened, and the metal road connected to the stake retracted, taking the stake and the original witch into his temporarily modified chest.

"Data coverage test begins..."

The chest cavity slowly closed. At this moment, the God of Steam and Machinery suddenly had an inspiration. He raised his head and shone the searchlight directly into the distance of the star world. He saw countless lines in the sky of the star world began to twist and float. The huge and complex information torrent and the twisted lines merged together and gathered into a single eye. Countless eyes opened in the sky above and all looked at Him.

The one-eye and the searchlight's eyes met, and then the gazes of all these eyes changed, looking towards the chest of the God of Steam and Machinery.

The metal plate temporarily transformed from the chest cavity suddenly began to digitize and become transparent. Even two sets of data appeared on the face of the original witch at the same time. It could even be said to be a progress bar. At this moment, the black part occupied more than 60% of the space on the progress bar.

The next moment, gray-black industrial smoke surged from all directions, quickly covering the space of the war fog and blocking the sight of the hidden sages. Layers of gears were turning, and with a clicking sound, pictures of civilization were quickly taking shape.

The Hidden Sage glanced at the thick scrolls. He was not afraid. Instead, he seemed to come here with the purest curiosity.

It seemed that in His opinion, it would be best to take the God of Steam and Machinery away in one go, but it would not be a bad idea to stay and watch the war between gods and collect some intelligence data.

The picture of civilization slowly unfolds, resisting the seemingly all-pervasive sight of the hidden sage, and trying to pull Him into the development of human civilization since the Fifth Epoch, using realistic technology to counter the mysterious knowledge.

The Hidden Sage was forced to retreat several times. Countless huge eyeballs scanned the contents of the civilization volume, and quickly read the history of mankind in which the God of Steam and Machinery participated, risking assimilation. Then He began to try to reproduce an identical picture of civilization, but the Second Age and even the Third Age were all dark. It was not until the Fourth Age that some things related to mysticism began to slowly appear.

In the iron-black kingdom, countless people worshipped the iron throne and the crown. The dark faith formed a huge net, which weaved the emperor's torso, and the towering tower was the spine. In the distant borderland, the beliefs of the six gods were mixed. The stars, the red moon and the sun were all high in the sky, and there were thunder and books all around. The sea was even more distant, and the clouds in the sky were pale flames made of white skulls.

The power of the mysticism began to increase rapidly, and the God of Steam and Machinery felt the strong attraction of that period of history to Him - in the Fourth Epoch, He was just an angel who had not yet become a god, and could it be that the Hidden Sage had already been activated at that time?

The picture scroll of civilization in the Fourth Age is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to be merging with the astral world.

The whole world is divided into two parts. One side emphasizes worldly power and believes that the essence of things is nothing more than atoms, molecules and electrons. On the other side, there are twenty-two branching trees of life that constitute the true principles of the world, denying everything in the material world and advocating the power and reality of the spiritual level.

Suddenly, the scroll of the hidden sage was closed, and all eyes suddenly looked in another direction.

He disappeared from the sight of the God of Steam and Machinery in an instant.

……

Klein carefully placed two layers of paper angels on Cattleya, and used the mouth of the World to remind her to report to The Fool as soon as possible if there were any problems. Then, he was extremely reluctant and put Cattleya down with full concentration.

Cattleya opened her eyes near the port where the Future was docked.

She was extremely nervous and closed all her senses. She dared not listen or look, and her eyes were fixed on the soil on the ground.

Fortunately, she did not hear any strange, incomprehensible words or calls.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool..."

About two minutes later, Cattleya finally calmed down and tried to pray to The Fool. Above the gray fog, before Klein could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw countless pairs of huge eyes suddenly open in the sky where Cattleya was. Those eyes scanned every area below, and even appeared beside Cattleya, looking her up and down!

But Cattleya seemed to know nothing and was still praying!
In the end, they found nothing and turned around, as if looking for the direction of the prayer. Everything around them quickly began to be digitized. Countless words and data appeared around the "Future", and even the names of the crew members on standby and their personal profiles appeared one after another. Klein was stunned. For a moment, he had the illusion that he had traveled through the game world and was investigating the information of objects.

Klein held his breath, waiting for those eyes to disappear on their own. He didn't even hear the content of Cattleya's prayer.

After about ten minutes, these eyes found nothing and slowly merged into the void and disappeared. Cattleya also made an expression of having a headache. Just as Klein was about to take action, he saw her press her temples. It seemed that she could endure it and there was no sign of losing control.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and looked for a while before leaving Sefirah Castle.

next second.

Klein's spirit was touched. He didn't close his eyes, but his inspiration sketched out a picture - the moment his spirit returned to his body, countless huge eyes suddenly appeared on the ceiling of the shelter! Those eyes looked him up and down, just like they looked at Cattleya just now, but the other people around him in the shelter didn't notice it at all. They chatted and worked as usual.

Klein held back, pretending to know nothing, and continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

After a long time, these eyes disappeared one after another.

……

"Sinan, Sinan."

A sound was heard, like the sound of metal rubbing against each other, or like a throat that had not spoken for a long time.

"Hey, Si Nan, Si Nan!"

In the small warm room in the side hall, an old arm lifted a corner of the gauze curtain of the couch. The words of the old man behind the scenes turned into a breeze. As soon as he spoke, the candles and night-light pearls in the side hall lit up one after another. Then the door of the hall opened, and several small monsters carrying a small sedan chair came in with a clatter. The palm-sized sedan chair stopped five feet in front of the couch, and a little girl in green clothes and glasses jumped down from the sedan chair. She waved her hand, and the monsters and the sedan chair gradually flattened, turning into a comic strip of five ghosts bringing wealth.

"Master, Si Nan is here!"

"Come here, come here."

The skinny arm waved, and the little girl in green put the comic book into her pocket, quickly approached the couch, and let the old man's arm stroke her head: "Master, when did you end your meditation?"

"I just woke up, haha."

The old man called Master opened the curtain a little further to the side and said with some dissatisfaction: "Sinan, I told you to be serious inside the sect, why are you secretly wearing frivolous shoes underneath?"

The little girl quickly moved a stool and sat down, hiding her small leather boots under her wide robe, and cried out for justice:
"Master, I just got out of school and am taking a nap now. I just arrived at Wenqu Hall and was about to take a nap when I heard you calling me, so I hurried over."

"Oh, so I am disturbing you? Ahem. Never mind, let me take a look at you."

As he spoke, the dry hand slowly and lightly lifted the gauze curtain, and Si Nan immediately closed his eyes.

——This arm is actually floating in the air! The space inside the gauze curtain is so large that it is unimaginable. In a trance, it seems to be a world made up of words. Countless huge and complex information flows like the wind, and people's heads will explode and die if they look at it. As the gauze curtain was opened, many words and data flashed in layers, and then the image of the wilderness disappeared, and a white-haired old man in a loose robe was constructed on the couch. The old man had a loose bun on the back of his head, his facial features were soft and attractive, and there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes.

He gathered his clothes, squinted his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him, and suddenly sighed:
"I slept for four years, three months, twelve days and two hours. You are twelve years old now. Shouldn't you take the high school entrance exam this June?"

Si Nan opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Master, you forgot that I have transferred to the Tianji Sect's specialized school, which is a ten-year program."

The old man scratched his hair and suddenly realized: "I forgot."

"Let's not talk about that. Master, what did you dream about during this meditation?" Si Nan moved his stool forward to the head of the old man's bed. "I heard from Uncle Master that you discovered that there are gods outside the sky and outside the domain. Is that true? What is behind the seal of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun? Is it a wasteland with no one living on it? Or is it a land with many lives and strange beasts and races?"

"This time, my teacher traveled outside the realm and gained a lot..."

“Outside the territory!”

Si Nan said in surprise: "Didn't you say that it's dangerous outside the domain and we can't go there?"

"I sensed some special changes. It just so happened that the outside world was in a period of chaos, so I took the opportunity to go over and take a look."

"What about Tianwai? Did you go there this time? What was it like?"

"I can tell you those things later, at least until you inherit the name of Ziwei."

The old man touched Si Nan's head lovingly, and then tucked a few strands of his white hair behind his ears. His eyes looked towards the hollow wooden window in the distance, towards the borderless, indestructible gray fog seal:

"The world over there is very interesting..."

"The way people there dress is completely different from us. Their men like to wear a kind of top with a special back hem, um, called formal wear, and they also have many styles on the collar, just like our collars and buttons, they all have special meanings..."

The words spoken by the old man turned into information and floated into the room. The shadow of the city in the northern continent appeared in the sky, with tall buildings, row houses, factories and equipment spewing black smoke, and from time to time, tall blond and blue-eyed Feysac people walked by, and red-haired Intis people shuttled through the city. Si Nan was fascinated by it, and the old man pointed at the scenery and introduced it one by one:
"My master was wandering in the outside world, and I discovered that there was a huge ocean outside, as well as two continents and many islands."

"In that continent to the north, there are many countries, and they are fighting each other."

"The southern continent was invaded by the northern continent and became a slave. It has only improved slightly in the past year."

"And we are called 'the Western Continent' by them."

"Their technology is much behind ours, but they have made many scientific and technological achievements. They also know that our world is a planet and has a similar calendar. According to their calendar, it is now 1350..."

"Only 1350 years?"

"Yes, their civilization seems to have been interrupted many times. There are many special areas that even I cannot see clearly, and I dare not even look at. It is really very dangerous over there. That is why I and your master have never been willing to take the risk to explore there. Not only because the seal is heavy, but also because the data of the destroyed civilization and interrupted generations are very dangerous to us."

Si Nan stared at the shadows in the sky, seeing the fair-skinned Feysac people and the brown-skinned people from the southern continent. She carefully read the data information contained in these shadows. The shadows turned into data streams surrounding her. She took the time to ask:
"It happened between countries? Was it a war?"

"Well, that's pretty much it."

The old man waved his hand, and the image of the northern continent in the air floated to the corner of the side hall, and the emblem of the gods appeared in the air.

"These are the beliefs of those countries, the 'gods'."

"God?"

"Yes, each country believes in a god. They are the sun and the fallen, the sea and the wind and the wisdom, the death, the earth, the power and the darkness... Then the countries will fight for their own interests."

"Is it like the fights between our sects? But the scene is bigger." Si Nan had only seen descriptions of war in history textbooks. Although he could think of those battles, he could not feel any tension or fear.

"The first two gods sound like the God with the long name. Death and darkness sound familiar, but I can't tell who the last ones are..."

The old man shook his head: "Not exactly the same, but if you work hard to improve yourself, maybe you will see it..."

Si Nan's eyes widened slightly: "You mean, the seal of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun will be opened? We will be with the world over there..."

The old man gently stroked the top of his apprentice's head again and said softly:

“For thousands of years, the Dao sect has not been able to produce a person who is completely compatible with the Heavenly Venerable. No one can achieve the Dao, and therefore the seal cannot be opened. It was only during this trip to the outer realm that I learned that the Heavenly Venerable’s successor is not in the West, but in the East!”

The old man was silent for a moment, twirled his gray beard, and whispered:

"But I can't be completely sure. Maybe it's a successor, or maybe it's an incarnation of the Heavenly Venerable himself..."

Si Nan's mouth opened slightly in surprise. She asked excitedly, "Is the descendant of Tianzun very strong? He, he also has blond hair and blue eyes? What does he look like? Is he brown or white?"

The old man shook his head, his eyes were somewhat deep:

"Except for his white skin, he has black hair and black eyes, no different from you and me. His strength is average and he is still growing, about the same as your third sister."

Third Senior Sister... Si Nan thought about it. Third Senior Sister had just completed the assessment of Tiangong last year and was qualified to create living dolls. That was not very strong, she thought. The two Taoists of the Taoist sect had been famous for hundreds of years...

"So what's his name? What are the names of people out there like?"

"Well, I forgot to ask this, but people outside like to put their first name first and their last name last... If it were you, you would be called Jianjia Li." Perhaps realizing that it was not credible that the incarnation of Tianji would forget things, the old man immediately added in an unfathomable tone, "Sinan, listen less and think more. Besides, we are not familiar with that Tianzun, so we should not pry too much."

Si Nan rolled his eyes:
"You have been in harmony with the Dao for two hundred years. Aren't you familiar with that Heavenly Venerable?"

"Where can the master go to make connections? The Heavenly Venerable didn't even choose a spokesperson."

The old man laughed and scolded, "Go away! I haven't seen you for a few years, and you dare to tease the master! All right, go and call your two uncles Taiwei and Tianshi, and then go to Tiangong and tell them that the master wants to talk to them."

"Okay, okay, Master, did you come up with any new equipment during your journey this time? We are all counting on you to improve the power system." Si Nan stood up with a smile, took out the comic book of the Five Ghosts from his arms, and conjured up the small chariot again, "I'm leaving!"

"I went outside and came up with some new ideas. I'll tell you later." The old man waved his hand, "Go quickly."

"Know it."

Si Nan approached the palm-sized chariot, raised her leg and stepped down. Not only did she not crush the small chariot, but her body shrank rapidly and finally she sat completely inside it.

The five ghosts took a step forward, lifted the chariot and floated up, then flew away from the window quickly.

After the disciple left, the old man slowly lowered the gauze curtain. He waved his hand, and the phantom composed of information and data in the room gradually disappeared.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...it seems a little different."

"Well, it's not all in vain."

It was a pity that we were unable to capture and study the "God of Machinery" outside, but finding the successor of Tianzun was a complete surprise.

The gauze curtain fell, and the old man's silhouette slowly disappeared. In the warm room, which seemed small but was actually huge, countless pieces of information and Chinese characters formed huge pupilless eyes. The wind of concepts in the wilderness gradually died down, and Tianji became quiet, waiting for the arrival of others.

TBC
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I don’t want to write two chapters, this is a super two-in-one.

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