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

Chapter 365 Guess
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"Oh my god." Amon took a sip of the drink in his hand, "This is so exciting."

He strolled in the corners of the northern continent, and from time to time he looked up to pay attention to the battle between the gods in the star world and the spirit world above. From the perspective of a bystander, this battle between the gods was so intense that bricks flew, demons danced wildly, and strange phenomena appeared frequently, which was wonderful.

The sky was pitch black. It was not yet six o'clock in the evening, and there was no one on the street, so the gas street lights in this small city were not turned on on time. Amon strolled on the street, holding a freshly squeezed juice drink from a store. Although his face and clothes could not be seen clearly, the monocle on his right eye could be seen shining, reflecting a little of the smile that was always on his face.

When Leodro suddenly attacked and killed Herabergen to become a dual-path true god, Amon sneered at the dog-eat-dog fight among the betrayers;

When the God of War and the God of Death tried to protect themselves and to show their faces in front of their so-called Creator, Amon's sneer turned into sarcasm;

When Medici and the God of Steam and Machinery fought against the Original Witch and the Hidden Sage for Intis, Amon wanted to laugh, but didn't want to laugh. He felt that he was probably a little annoyed. From the standpoint of the war of gods to the performance, Amon felt annoyed and bored.

It seems that it has always been like this, and all extraordinary people are like this. They or they chase after the people in front of them, but not for the beliefs and beauty that are praised, but to kill the people in front of them and let themselves go higher.

And this road is endless, just like from Sequence 9 to Sequence 0, and from Sequence 0 to the Old Days. In the end, you have no way to go, and only the original is waiting for you, waiting to awaken in you, or awaken in another god, and then refresh the world and start the next reincarnation.

It's like a dilemma, a dead end.

Only at this time could Amon feel more personally how superior his origin was - He was a unique Angel King from the very beginning, skipping the troubles of being weak and starting from a low sequence, avoiding the endless days of being hunted and hunting others, and directly playing with others in one step. His only enemy was Pallez Zoroast, who was relatively good at hiding.

Having an opponent that he has been chasing for almost a thousand years without success might sound annoying to others, but Amon doesn't think so. Amon even enjoys it and is not in a hurry. After all, he still has no idea about the deification ceremony.

Pales is like a toy that is sturdier than all the others. He will not sit and wait for death, nor will he cry and scream, nor will he give up on himself. Even if he is so weak that he is about to die, he will still insist on trying to survive and even capture a few clones of himself.

He always brings some new experiences and excitement to Amon, but unfortunately he is the only one as strong as him in the Zoroast family.

Amon's life experience is like a joke in the old era - civilian players are the game experience of paying players. All members of the Thief's Path, and even the unfortunate Extraordinaries in the two adjacent paths, are Amon's life experience.

There were constant sounds of thunder and water, as if a factory nearby was draining water. Amon took a sip of juice and thought of another thing.

"The True Creator must have gone to the East Continent to control the Chaos Sea. He can't go back during this period of time."

"It seems that He is ready to establish His name as the 'Creator'..."

Occupy this stolen name.

Amon kicked away a small stone at his feet and continued strolling on the sidewalk.

He looked up and saw that the spirit world had begun to become chaotic because of the fight between the two gods. If someone tried to travel through the spirit world or use it for divination, he would definitely fail. When traveling through the spirit world, one would find that he had traveled to the legendary underworld. Divination and prophecy would frantically appear with various interference intentions related to death and fighting, and no normal response could be obtained.

Two worlds overlap at this time, one is the world of mortals, where mortals hide trembling in shelters or anywhere they feel safe waiting for disaster to come; the other is the world of gods, where gods seem to be fighting in other places, but in fact their every move is still closely related to the mortal world, and sometimes a little bit of dissipated spiritual power is enough to cause a huge disaster.

The two worlds overlap in a strange way, seemingly out of reach, yet as if they can be touched by reaching out.

"Is this a battle of wits and courage?"

Amon, who witnessed the God of War's betrayal in just a short moment, wanted to laugh.

The scene in front of him was familiar yet strange. Many true gods and angel kings besieged the strongest multi-path true god. It was just a life-and-death struggle at first, but now it was just a matter of position. But judging from the situation, these gods did not cause much harm to Leodero. Was it possible that the ancient creator was beaten to death by the gods and even eaten by them just because Sasriel betrayed his original body?

The paranoids said that what happened back then was not as simple as they thought, but Amon really didn't know the deeper meaning and didn't want to know.

There is no point at all. Amon stopped looking at the God of War.

Loen, Segar, Lenburg, and Masi have been connected by George III. No one can enter or leave without the emperor's order, and even the connection with the clone is restricted. Although Amon has uniqueness, it is not impossible to sneak in with the management of "thief" without anyone noticing, but Amon feels that there is no need to do so, because it is purely risky.

If it was just for the sake of excitement, it would be fine to let the clone sneak in for fun. But the problem was that the Kingdom of Loen now not only had an Angel King of the "Black Emperor" path, but also a dual-path True God Leodro there.

Provoking the prince of ordination is a small matter, but exposing oneself to Leodero is a big matter.

Amon didn't think the other party would let him go in alive and come out alive.

Now, the battle in the astral world ended suddenly, and it ended so unexpectedly that Amon hadn't seen enough. But in the spirit world, Salinger and the God of War were still fighting and pulling each other, and they were ready to smash the entire spirit world into pieces. Their strength was almost impeccable, and their power was evenly matched. Now they really wanted to kill each other.

The control over the tributaries of the River of Everlasting Darkness makes up for the lack of the Sequence One and the qualitative change of power brought by becoming a god in the Death God. However, the "Monster Hunter" who restrains his two adjacent paths is not to be trifled with, and there is a tendency to turn the encounter into a protracted war.

Maybe we can see the birth of another dual-path true god today? The world is so lively now!
Amon smiled again, and began to look forward to the end of this farce. It had nothing to do with Him anyway. No creature doesn't like to eat melons, especially this kind of live melon that tastes delicious.

Then, He brought the drink to His lips, ready to take another sip.

Amon's movements suddenly paused, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand, pinched his right eye socket, took off his monocle and put it back on, feeling his heart filled with doubts.

"Who was playing me just now?"

"I can't influence him yet..."

Amon looked towards the direction of the Kingdom of Loen again, his expression becoming very strange, as if he was trying hard to suppress something. Lightning flashed in the distant sky, and Amon could only turn around reluctantly and continue to stroll absentmindedly.

I am in no hurry. I am in no hurry, He thought.

……

In an instant, the original witch who had already arrived at the southern continent suddenly stopped and her delicate eyebrows were deeply twisted together.

"No! If that mysterious person has returned... why is he with the Creator's camp?"

He only now realized that he seemed to have overreacted. It was as if his brain was rusty and he did not think at all. After seeing that the image of the Lord of Mysteries and the aura of Sefirah Castle were not fake, he only thought of leaving quickly. Thinking about it carefully, this was not right at all!
"Someone has found Sefirah Castle!" He suddenly realized, "The Lord of Mysteries is about to be born!"

"I should immediately look for such a person. Since he is on the side of Medici, I should think about removing him!"

……

Klein left Sefirah Castle again with doubt, yawned, opened his eyes, and took the warm tea handed to him by his personal valet. Seeing that everyone around him had either taken out the bread they brought with them or asked the servants to prepare food, Klein also joked to Richardson and Walter, "Is afternoon tea over?"

"Yes, sir," Walter said, "it's almost time for dinner."

According to Loen's upper-class dinner time, it was almost six o'clock.

Normally, servants would start preparing the ingredients and cooking delicious dishes according to their employers' requirements, and then choose the wine to go with the dishes according to the requirements or the types of food. They would also have to wait for their masters to finish socializing and come back to change clothes. It was normal to spend more than an hour. But now in the shelter, things would not be so elaborate. Klein saw that his middle-class friends around him only asked the servants to take out bread and meat. Some brought small pans to fry them, and some just spread jam on the bread and meat slices and ate them with tea.

——As the planner of this surprise attack on the God War, Rune sent out the evacuation notice relatively early, and also stated that citizens might need to stay in the shelter for a period of time, so it was not strange to bring a pot.

Klein coughed and happened to see Senator Macht's wife not far away giving him a harmless but somewhat teasing smile. Miss Hazel was standing next to her mother, waiting for the servants to prepare dinner while paying attention to the movements around her.

When the asylum notice was issued, Congressman Macht was already working in Queens. Her father was not around, and as a Beyonder, she subconsciously took on the role of her mother's bodyguard in such an environment.

He smiled back somewhat embarrassedly, feeling that he had indeed slept a little too much this afternoon. He then took off the thin blanket covering him and stood up to stretch his muscles. Considering that the war between Medici, the God of Steam and Machinery, and the Primordial Witch seemed to have come to an end, and that he would probably have nothing to do next, Klein relaxed a little and said to his personal valet and butler:
"Walter, what food do we have?"

As a master, you certainly don't need to think about everything, otherwise what will the housekeeper and servants do?

Walter lowered his head slightly and looked at the two wooden boxes at their feet: "Sir, we brought enough food for three people for four days, including a lot of snacks and bread, some butter, a lot of meat, and a small amount of fruit. I'm sorry, the evacuation was urgent and we didn't bring any wine."

Klein nodded nonchalantly, “Bread, sausages, and cooked beef, and tea will be fine.”

Richardson had already opened the box: "Okay."

After giving all these instructions, Klein sat back in his chair and waited patiently for dinner to be served.

There were only a few people using cooking utensils in the shelter, and they were all near places with good ventilation to prevent the smell of coal from affecting others. Considering the number and the good ventilation conditions, there should be no need to worry about the carbon monoxide concentration exceeding the standard.

Some people even put the meat near the boiling kettle to heat it, which is really inconvenient...

Klein sighed. Seeing others frying meat reminded him of the frying pan in his small apartment where he lived alone. He used a coupon to buy a set of pans online, which worked pretty well. After all, when living alone, he couldn't always eat out, so it was more economical to buy groceries and cook them himself.

Although the food I cooked at first was terrible, my skills and taste improved over time.

Fortunately, I can cook, so I can occasionally reminisce the taste of fried rice in this world.

Then Klein remembered the induction cooker he bought at a supermarket during a sale, and the small electric rice cooker he occasionally used to cook porridge and mutton hot pot. It was so comfortable to cook hot pot alone at home in the winter... Klein's nose was filled with the complex smell of coal and food, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther, drifting to his small, messy but warm apartment, and to the phone calls from his parents from time to time.

Klein wrinkled his nose and calmly wiped his face to wipe away the sore feeling in his eyes.

There is no place in the world now that can make him feel safe and nostalgic. Only he can give himself a sense of security.

Therefore, he was more curious about the Republic of China world related to the hidden sage. At least it was closer to him, and the writing and style there were more familiar to him, more like his haunted homeland. If he "traveled" to a Chinese era instead of a European country in the 18th and 19th centuries, he would at least not have to recall the Chinese characters in English, nor miss the candied haws and buns in bread.

He instinctively felt that the scene he saw due to the influence might not be accidental, and that the hidden sage might really be conveying this information. After all, the other party was a channel related to information data - but what was the purpose of conveying this information?
"I can't come up with an answer... Let's think about something else first."

Klein rubbed his brows and shifted his thoughts to another place.

"I played Amon and actually scared the original witch away on the spot. My magic potion of the trickster was also digested in an instant. Uh, now the search for Sequence 3 main materials really needs to be put on the agenda. Who should I pray to first?"

"The True Creator said that after He leaves, it is best not to chant His name. If you have any questions, ask other members of the Aurora Society."

"Then let's contact the Dark Saint later..."

Klein reached into his pocket and found a corresponding charm.

The talisman is hard, but it feels strangely soft when you pinch it, as if you are pinching a piece of warm flesh and blood.

Although Sequence 4 has no honorific name available, the Dark Saint belongs to the "Secret Prayer". The Aurora Society has a corresponding spell that allows members of other paths to join the Secret Prayer's special channel. It just so happens that the Faceless Man is also good at twisting flesh and blood. As long as this spell is used, the ability to communicate with the flesh and blood of the "Secret Prayer" path can be temporarily obtained, and contacting the Dark Saint is a piece of cake.

"Shouldn't it be Amon who scared Chike away?"

Although the myth of the City of Silver calls Amon the "God of Mischief", his essence should be the "Angel of Time", the king of angels of the "Thief" path. The original witch Chike is a true god anyway, and a relatively active true god.

Not only did he change Triss's name and prepare to use her as a vessel for the gods' descent, he also planned to use the Backlund smog to do something. The Angel King certainly couldn't scare away a true god, so it must be the combination of Sefirah Castle + Amon that scared the Original Witch. The combination of Sefirah Castle + Amon must have reminded her of something, which made my "Trickster" potion digested instantly.

What does this combination represent?
Klein just thought that Amon must be more intimidating than himself, and thought that "it would be good to make Chike stunned for a second" before making this move. He didn't expect it to have such a good effect.

Mr. Fool stroked his chin, feeling as if he had touched upon some core secret without noticing.

Then, a name suddenly popped into his mind.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?"

"When the real Creator first met me, he specifically asked me if there was anyone who called himself 'Tianzun' who could talk to me..."

"...Let's just assume... Sefirah Castle will allow Amon to become a Celestial Lord?"

"So what exactly is Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun? A multi-path true god? Or a multi-path true god who can completely control Sefirah Castle? So he can scare away a Chick?"

Klein thought casually and suddenly felt horrified:

"The True Creator has been helping me and planning everything for me. Is he expecting me to become the Heavenly Master of Blessings and Life? Or to replace Him?"

TBC
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Amon: I'm not in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)