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

Chapter 361 Burning Portrait

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"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Dozens of vague portraits floated in the dark world. Medici sat on the other side of the table, holding a card in his hand that was almost completely black. Only the part illuminated by lightning could reveal the outline of the city.

The "Betrayal Banquet" at the end of the third season, in which he became a powerful accomplice of his colleagues with ulterior motives, was not only the most painful and desperate event for Medici, but also the most painful and desperate moment for the world!

The ritual is both a way to gain the power of the potion and a way to generate more anchors, so that the great cause and the individual are closely connected.

"Shemale, how can you compare with me?"

He loosened his fingers and threw the card onto the table.

Along with the "Backlund Plague" thrown by the Original Witch, the two cards slowly melted on the table.

The card table in front of them turned into a tiny world. Modern cities and buildings quickly grew on the side of the original witch, turning into Loen a hundred years ago in history. At that time, just like the great smog that occurred at the end of December 1349, an unprecedented plague also swept the city. Then, in the aftermath of the plague, Backlund built a more complete and most advanced sewage system at the time, surpassing Intis's "Roselle's Legacy".

People the size of fingernails appeared in the city. Some covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and hands, some lowered their heads, some pulled up their collars to cover their noses, and some wore simple masks.

But all this was to no avail. The witch's plague was a dark cloud floating in the city, filling every breath of air. Rats roamed through the dirty corners of the city, and inconspicuous creatures and garbage eventually brought death. They inhaled the black cloud of plague, drank the contaminated water, and then quickly weakened. Some died of dehydration in severe diarrhea, and some died with subcutaneous bleeding that turned black.

Even low-sequence Beyonders were not immune, and life had reached a certain equality in the face of death and disease.

The number of pedestrians on the street decreased rapidly, and the number of carts carrying corpses increased at fixed times.

The patients' conditions would rapidly deteriorate to death within a few days after infection. Corpses kept appearing everywhere in the city, and even Extraordinary people fell one after another. The clergy of the church could not bear such high-intensity comfort and burial. No one listened to the patients' confessions, and no one witnessed the wills of the dying. If they went, they might be buried with the dead. Moreover, countless people died quietly at home, leaving behind a dead house and corpses that slowly rotted together. Those valuable objects were just casually placed at home, allowing others to take them away.

Even the vampires were affected. Although their bloodletting therapy was very effective, the vampires, who often appeared in the eyes of the world as doctors at this time, would rather change their living environment than treat humans. No one wanted to stay with sick livestock and food.

The people fled in all directions, but death had already seized them, and they carried the plague even further afield.

In the cloud of plague, witches in black dresses danced and sang songs with smiles.

They covered their faces with black veils as if they were attending a funeral. They threw bright rose petals on the corpses and put roses in the dead people's pockets, letting the fragrance of the flowers cover up the smell of decay and death.

Romantic, weird, and terrifying natural disasters.

"That's all?" Medici said disdainfully, "You haven't even swallowed up the country of Loen, so don't show off your skills in front of an expert."

This plague was called the Plague of the Kingdom of Loen or the Plague of Backlund, and it was gradually eliminated after it showed a tendency to spread outward.

You can't have both high mortality and high transmission rates.

If you can have both in this world, it must be the witch's fault.

"...Heh, it's a pity that we couldn't use the plague that would render purification ineffective, but if it came to that, our sect would have ceased to exist." The Primordial Witch chuckled, "We digested the potion and completed the role-play. Enough people died in Loen, and we updated the equipment and built a new city and order. It was a natural disaster and a man-made disaster. There couldn't be a more perfect cooperation than this."

Medici glanced lazily at the miniature world on the card table, not even willing to give the Original Witch even a glance.

"Let me show you what a true natural disaster or man-made disaster is."

Waves gradually appeared in the sky above the city where the clouds of plague were floating. The miniature witches who were dancing in circles on the city streets raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the lightning, strong winds, golden beams of light, and crimson moonlight falling together. The thunder swallowed up the witches' screams, and the entire Backlund was destroyed in an instant.

Behind Chick, the flames on the two portraits symbolizing "pain" and "despair" burned even more fiercely.

The female image of the "Original Witch" above has completely changed. The new image is 80% similar to Medici, with red hair, black eyes and beautiful appearance, but there is no flag symbol of pollution on the forehead that symbolizes the "City of Disaster".

The expression on the portrait was painful and hideous, and behind the original witch were countless crying and screaming figures. At this moment, everything was changing. Not only did the expression on the portrait become arrogant and ostentatious, but even the background changed from crying men, women, and children to a city connected to the battlefield.

The city was burning, children were crying on the bodies of their parents, and the snow-white butcher's knives were falling towards their necks.

In the two stages of "pain" and "despair", Medici temporarily overwhelmed the original witch.

"Haha, do you want to try 'Doomsday' again?"

The sneer on Medici's face became more and more obvious. He casually put the "Banquet of Betrayal" aside, took out a few of his own great achievements, and placed them on the table one by one like displaying munitions:
"The battle to destroy the dragon king's city, Liveseyd."

"The war against the elves."

"The battle against the giants."

"I, the God of War, am very generous. You don't need to be bullied by the Feast of Betrayal." Medici leaned back, looked at the eyes of the Primordial Witch that were almost emitting black flames and petrifying rays, and said, "Do you have a more powerful Doomsday than this? Or do you want to play house with the Pale Scourge?"

After these words were spoken, the portrait of "Doomsday" began to crumble.

Scorch marks silently appeared in the corners of the portrait, as if a flame would start in the next second.

The "immortality" of Sequence 3 has not been affected yet. Both of them are long-established mythological creatures. One is already a true god, and the other has not yet completely escaped from the identity of an evil spirit. Both are immortal creatures, and the age difference of several thousand years is not a big gap in "immortality".

The God of Steam and Machinery input Medici's identity information and thousands of years of life experience into the brain of the Original Witch as a kind of data. In fact, this frivolous competition that is happening now is of vital importance to both of them.

Just like before, the three conquerors were killed at the same time by the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor, but in the end it was still the stronger Medici who was more in line with the path and gained the main control over the three-in-one evil spirit.

At this moment, they are more like proving their own abilities in order to gain control over the potions of the "Witch" path.

"Medici, your confidence comes from your military exploits."

Chick glanced back casually and saw that his Sequence 5, Sequence 4, Sequence 2 and even Sequence 1 potions were all affected by Medici's aggregation and began to lean towards the one that was more "compatible", while it was difficult for him to seize the power of the "Hunter" path.

Oh, He could try to seize the power of the "Weather Warlock", but He is not a genderless mythical creature and His compatibility with the positive path is limited. If He seizes it, He who has almost no role to play will be inferior to Medici.

Besides, "Weather Warlock" is not the core authority of the Hunter, so there is no point in seizing it.

"But as a mythical creature, do you really have enough experience as an assassin?"

Chick sneered, "Judging from the fact that your scheme was just a mental duel with me, you're actually not that great."

"That's wrong. I let Steam write my own data to compete with you for the control of your potion. If I succeed, I win. If I fail, I still succeed in holding you back, and I win too." Medici didn't care about the life or death of his own data at all.

"But you've never really played an assassin, you've never really played a witch."

"You can only barely touch upon the symbolic meaning of a witch, bringing disaster and bad luck wherever you go, but you can't fit the simplest literal meaning."

Medici smiled at Chick's words and even looked away at his fingers:
"You look a lot like the God of Steam."

"He is stupid, has no understanding, and no talent. I dare say that anyone from the Steam Church can take on this position. But it is precisely because he has no outstanding talents, no threat, and no possibility of independence that he was chosen by Osekus to be trained by God."

"Before that Roselle showed up, 'He' couldn't even digest the potion, so he simply called himself the 'God of Craftsmen'. In any case, it's always right to tighten the path and continuously consolidate the role from the lowest sequence."

"My actions in the High Sequence are far better and more powerful than yours, yet you say that I have never played a Low Sequence..."

Medici yawned disdainfully.

"When you were still a man, I'm afraid your mouth was the only thing that was tough."

Chike's expression cracked for a moment: "You..."

Then, his beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows frowned.

Blazing white flames rose from Medici's feet, enveloping him. The flames also connected with the portraits that had been affected by him. The flames dissipated, and a red-haired woman who looked exactly like the one in the portraits appeared opposite the original witch.

He is still armed with weapons, and the ends of his red hair are burning with blazing white flames. He has the majesty and cruelty of a god of war, but at the same time he has incomparable beauty and charm, and every move of his spreads a love that is as fascinating as the plague.

"What does gender and appearance mean? If it weren't for the Lord's request, it would be more comfortable to move around in the form of a fire giant."

Even though the body was wrapped in armor, it still had a charming charm that made people unable to look away. Medici stretched out his hand and twisted the ends of his hair. Black flames rose from his fingertips, burning the ends of his hair into snakes of flames. The dense red snakes in the black and white flames confronted the original witch's snake hair. Seeing Chike's disgusted expression, Medici smiled provocatively and picked his nose carelessly. His beautiful appearance and vulgar behavior made this scene even more unbearable to watch.

"I also want to thank you for reminding me that if changing your image can take away your authority, then it would be a great deal."

"When you first discovered that you had changed your sex, you must have been extremely desperate, right?"

Medici even pretended to snap his fingers at Chick.

Chik's snake hair let out a sharp hissing sound, and layers of snakes rushed towards Medici like a tide. Medici changed his sitting position, and His hair also bit the other party, like a dancing flame.

The snakes let out sharp hisses like babies in the flames and biting, which sounded like women crying if you listened carefully.

After a few seconds, the original witch's snake hair suddenly retracted, and the broken ends squirmed to repair themselves, and His chest rose and fell violently.

"How's it going, Chick? I've always wanted to see this expression on your face!"

Medici pinched his throat and uttered a sentence that was charming but inexplicably infuriating. He himself was disgusted by this new voice and almost couldn't hold it in. But as long as he didn't show disgust, Chike would be the one who was disgusted:
"How does it feel to see your original gender, your self-perception, which is what you value most, being easily discarded by others?"

"I'm already a witch, so why should I worry about not being able to play the role of a witch?"

Medici laughed out loud, and his originally irritating laughter became more pleasant and more tolerable.

Although he was wearing a woman's face, he still did not forget his original intention, and kept in mind the mission of the God of War, and showed his provocative nature. He turned over all the cards in his hand and threw them on the table one by one. All the portraits behind Chick shook at the same time - when Medici transformed his own characteristics into the feminine, the portrait of the "witch" behind Chick also shook slightly.

But after all, Chieve has been promoted for a long time, and the newly arrived Medici cannot shake the bottom sequence just by changing his image.

Medici stood up and kicked the table away. The portraits disappeared one by one. The dragon's royal city in the sky slowly fell. The giant's royal court on the ground was filled with smoke and flames of war. The wind and waves on the sea became more and more violent, but there were only the ruins of the ship and the sea dyed red.

The world destroyed by war appeared at his feet. Medici held the long sword in one hand and rubbed it with two fingers, looking at the spider silk with curiosity. Then the spider silk was covered with white flames, connecting everything around it.

He officially began to try to play the low-sequence role of a "witch".

The original witch also stood up slowly with a gloomy face. In her mind, the battle would definitely involve real swords and guns, and the outcome would not be determined by just a few words or pretending to grab a little power.

Chik stood opposite Medici. Countless disasters created by the Witch Family in his name over thousands of years emerged one after another, and under his feet appeared a raging sea that was several times more dangerous than the real world. White clouds made of dead skulls floated in the sky, and countless empty skull eyes stared at Medici. Corpses stood up from the ground one after another, and the raging sea slowly approached Medici.

"Why don't you use the Feast of Betrayal?"

Chike's eyes rolled, and then he laughed: "I see, you are not spiritual enough! The Feast of Betrayal involves too many true gods and even the Creator. You can only use it to shake my influence, but you can't really join the battle!"

“Medici, you are only Sequence One after all. You are no longer the Angel King who is number one under the gods. In terms of achievements, I may not be able to compare with you, but now you are just drowned…” “Shut up!”

Medici, who had lost his patience, roared in a very simple and rude manner, interrupting Chick's long speech. He used his natural voice, and the extreme disharmony between his gorgeous appearance and the male voice made Chick subconsciously silent for a second. If the hunter's provocation was straightforward and rude and exposed people's scars, then the witch's instigation was like pillow talk, which was annoying and nagging. The former aimed to make people angry and lose their minds, while the latter tried to kill people with a borrowed knife and defraud more benefits for themselves.

"Idiot, how do you know I'm only Sequence One now?"

The top conspirator raised his lips and said, "I can fight with you and not lose mentally. Do you think I am only Sequence One?"

What? Chick frowned.

After saying this, He did not give the Original Witch time to think, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand. The smooth blade reflected the witch and his own face. But the words He said immediately affected the Original Witch, and she began to carefully observe the state of the enemy in front of her.

"Aren't you still planning to accommodate the 'Conqueror'?"

“He” said this with a somewhat relaxed and even sarcastic tone. Behind him was the burning and falling sky city, and under his feet was the land and plains stained with blood.

The sky was burned red by Livesey's flames, so bright that it seemed as if it could drip scarlet blood. Clouds of bones and the wind of death and plague blew over, causing waves on the sea.

Just like the end of the story, two enemies met in a beautiful scene, and only one of them could leave alive. - Oh, Chick is not worthy of being the enemy of Lord Medici. It's not that Medici looked down on Chick, but that He felt that no one was worthy of being valued so highly by Him.

"Let me see if you have what it takes!"

He first walked slowly and cautiously, then quickly moved forward, and finally swung his sword while running wildly, like a ferocious beast showing its sharp claws.

It was a scream that shook the eardrums, and then the long sword collided with the snake hair and spider silk, bringing up a blazing flame and a hurricane.

……

A hand knocked on the door of a small convenience store in the Cherwood district. The owner and his family hiding inside shuddered. The wife hugged their two children, and the elderly owner nervously clenched the knife in his hand.

During chaotic times, when bandits and thieves are on the prowl, cultists will also take advantage of the situation. Civilians like them, who cannot squeeze into shelters and churches and do not have gun permits, can only hide at home and protect themselves in this way.

"Is anyone there?" A young man's voice came from outside the door, "Buy some cigarettes."

The shop owner held a knife and approached the wooden door cautiously, looking out through the peephole - he only saw a person's chest. He was startled and was about to wonder how tall the person outside was, but when he looked again he saw the person's profile, a young man with reddish-brown hair.

"Yes, yes."

The shopkeeper whispered, "There are cigarettes from the Sea of ​​​​the Sea, and imported tobacco leaves from Feysac and the Southern Continent..."

The young man outside didn't even think twice: "Then give me a bag of Feysac tobacco. Saint Milon's is best."

"Without Ruen gold pounds or Soule, will you accept Intis's money?"

"Yes, I received it."

The shop owner was sure that the other party was here to do business, so he quickly took out the best tobacco leaves from the shelf, separated out a pack, and handed it out through the crack in the door. The young man handed over two silver coins, and the two exchanged them hurriedly. The store manager quickly withdrew his hand and closed the door again.

After a few dozen seconds, he heard the sound of smoking outside and couldn't help but say:
"Young man, stop hanging around outside and go home. It's not safe outside."

"Nowhere is safe." The young man said casually, "But I really can't stay with you, otherwise you will be unsafe."

The shopkeeper was startled, and he immediately thought of the two Intis silver coins, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. But at this moment, the crack in the door and the peephole suddenly became brighter, as if a flame was rising - he looked through the peephole and saw that the young man turned into flames and disappeared.

"My God!"

He was terrified and quickly chanted the name of the God he believed in, then hurriedly threw the two silver coins to the bottom of the cargo box.

……

chap!
It seemed as if the rapier, which was just a decoration, pierced into the wall of a building, cutting the entire building vertically.

Soran used this to cushion his fall and landed smoothly, his face solemn and expressionless. As soon as his front foot touched the ground, his back foot had already jumped far away, avoiding a fierce slap from the shadow giant hand.

“This man is crazy.”

Soran whistled and turned into fire, rushing away.

After the strange stick-drawn eye looked at them, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, attacking everyone without distinction of friend or foe. The lightning directly blew up George III's already precarious kingdom of God, and frightened Zaratul so much that the three paper figures jumped and hid in the fog of the Fourth Epoch history, and have not dared to stick their heads out until now. ——This time, He lost his extraordinary items, making the Lord of Storms' attitude towards Him vague, and he has not yet won, so it would not be surprising if He hid in and did not come out.

The extraordinary item that brought pollution from the Chaos Sea was directly shattered by the thunderstorm, and the extraordinary properties that were extracted were sealed away by the Lord of Storms. Zaratul could do nothing but gnashing his teeth and swallowing the blood.

Soran took the opportunity to escape, but he couldn't leave Backlund.

As for the Red of War? Disband right here! Get off work right now!

If they don't fight a siege or defense battle, it's not convenient for Sequence One to lead the army to face the Angel King, and they may even become a burden to each other. If they are not careful and get hit by a Beyonder ability, they may all be finished. But as long as they maintain a mental connection and give the members of War Red the authority to "look directly at angels without going crazy" and "use high-sequence abilities", the survival rate of disbanding on the spot will be higher than if Soran takes them running around.

George III's mythical creature form is in hot pursuit.

In several previous newspaper announcements, George III initially linked himself to the identity of "Emperor", at least in Backlund, he possessed power similar to that of the Black Emperor: "The spirit of God is the country, and the country is the body of God."

Therefore, with the permission of the Creator's spell, Soran now ran around in Backlund, ignoring His laws, like a giant cockroach crawling all over his body, giving George III an extremely bad feeling.

No, to be precise, the conqueror with a medium-sized army was like a spider weaving a web. Now this big spider was crawling all over George III's body, while the other small spiders that were scattered around had temporarily hidden using various methods. Although they were all equally disgusting regardless of size, the one crawling and jumping all over his body was currently the most disgusting!
"Don't worry about them. I won't feel bad even if they all die. Now..."

Soran, who was speeding on the street, suddenly turned back, and his delicate sword directly hit the shadow tentacles that attacked from the side. The huge force swept over, and the conqueror's body flew high, rolling several times in the air before barely dissipating the force of the previous attack. But before Soran could regain his balance, the iron law prohibiting flying fell again, and the huge pressure directly smashed him into the ground from mid-air!
boom!
Bricks and stones flew everywhere, leaving a two-meter-deep human-shaped pit.

"Fuck... getting beaten and flying still counts as... flying!"

Soran supported himself on the ground with both hands, trying his best to prop up his body, but no matter how hard he tried, the law pressing on him did not move. Even his bones and flesh showed signs of separation. His flesh was pressed tightly to the ground, and the spine on his back bulged to a terrifying height. If he insisted on getting up, what would stand up would only be a skeleton without flesh and blood! George III did not issue the next order, as if expressing the difference in power and mockery with such an attitude.

It’s Medici’s container. If you don’t want it, then forget it. It’s none of my business!

As Soran thought about this, his tense muscles and protruding bones slowly returned to their original positions. Although it was none of his business, if this body fell apart, he would be able to exert even less strength.

"Transfer your consciousness, or just give up this container for now."

Soran muttered to himself, then denied himself: "No, the guy who is closest to me is only Sequence 3, and he just broke the mental link and ran away. If I transfer the power to that Sequence 2, I will be throwing away the Sequence . Let me think, is there any other way... What's that sound?"

The conqueror's eyebrows relaxed, his eyes widened slightly, and he asked his companions with some doubt:
"Einhorn, do you hear the water?"

Einhorn in his consciousness used his shared hearing to listen carefully for a moment, and answered with some surprise: "It's not an underground system, and there is no underground river nearby. Where is this sound..."

The faint sound of the tide was getting louder and closer, surrounding it on all sides, but the specific direction could not be determined.

Suddenly, Soran's eyes widened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his green eyes:
“This is not groundwater!”

“That’s the sound of the waves!”

He tried to stand up again, but still failed.

"Heh... Conqueror."

The shadow of order flowed, and George III's eyes were watching everything in the city.

Seeing this scene, “He” finally breathed a sigh of relief. After controlling the Conqueror, George III was ready to devote his attention to cleaning up the Red War members in Backlund.

"Mind link" is not part of the Black Emperor's laws. As long as they maintain the mind link, they will be found in that instant.

At this moment, George III heard a very obvious sound of water. Standing high up in the palace, he raised his head, his sight traveled across countless distances, and in an instant he found the source of the sound.

——The sea is rising.

The "intermediate sea" that was connected and expanded by the five famous Great Lakes of North and South America in the old era and merged with the external sea area was now surging with turbulent waves, and waves of tens of meters high hit the coast of Intis. Apart from this, the land of Feysac was not harmed at all. Its goal was very clear, which was to directly submerge this country and even this small piece of land under the sea.

It was like a coloring game. The blue sea water quickly flooded onto the land. Huge tsunamis advanced wave after wave under the push of the master of the sea. The coastal cities were instantly painted blue, and even the lighthouses were submerged.

The sea water continued to move forward and was hindered near the mountain, but the natural obstacle was quickly overcome.

The entire ocean seemed to have been poured into the Inter-Sea, and the sea level suddenly rose by dozens of meters, but it did not harm the territory outside of Intis. The sea was like a cup in the hands of the Storm Lord, and the sea water would flow wherever He wanted it to flow.

"The power of God..." George III was dazzled.

At this moment, He glanced inadvertently and found that something seemed to attract His attention under the ruins of a part of the collapsed building of the palace. George III suppressed the Conqueror with the law, then walked over and saw a hand stretched out from the ruins.

George III waved his hand, and the scattered building materials automatically flew up and scattered.

He saw several mid-sequence extraordinary beings pinned under the wall, all carrying several sealed objects. It was probably when the palace was attacked that they wanted to move hastily with the sealed objects, but they did not expect an accident to happen on the way.

A golden lamp caught His attention.

A Level 0 Sealed Object that has never been obtained by any church, 0-05, "Wishing Lamp".

Zaratul also had the ability to make wishes, so the "Wishing Magic Lamp" must correspond to the Sequence 2 "Miracle Master" of the "Fortune Teller" path. However, Zaratul lost his extraordinary item and was injured during this help. If there was no compensation, he would probably not be willing to work for him. George III didn't care about this, after all, it was Zaratul who needed Him. He picked up the Wishing Magic Lamp, reached out and wiped off the Balam-style pattern on it, revealing the golden lamp body underneath.

Looking at the almost destroyed palace in front of him and Backlund who was beaten to a pulp in the God War, George III felt something in his heart.

It's not impossible to let Zaratul do these jobs, but it's obviously a waste of talent for an old and well-known sequence to do this, and it may even be regarded as a humiliation. It's obviously more appropriate to let the Sealed Object do it.

As if possessed by a mysterious force, he rubbed the lamp with his fingers, wanting to see how this sealed object could fulfill wishes.

TBC
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In fact, the name Chike can also be translated into Qiuka, which sounds like a female.

Considering the tradition of witches changing their names, and the "original witch's real name" that was specifically emphasized during the heavy smog, Chick should have quite a lot of names?

Just like Daji (Tamamonomae), from an Eastern perspective, there is an inexplicable sense that all the beauties in history are the same person...

(End of this chapter)