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

Chapter 369 Changes
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"I can't stop it... I can't stop it at all."

"The number of people affected has exceeded 200,000... and the number is still increasing. It is expected that the first wave of tsunami will reach Trier within half an hour..."

The metal levee was once again washed away by the flood. The pain of the massive spiritual consumption in a short period of time made Bonova's temples throb. His movements slowed down involuntarily, and the brass gears in his eyes slowed down along with his calculation speed. It was like a machine that was running out of fuel, and the joints all over his body were slowly rusting, and finally slowly fell silent.

As Bonova remained silent, the shaky levee finally began to collapse. The tsunami roared in through the gap in the tightly fitted metal structure, constantly expanding the scope of the gap. Countless molten blocks and steel were swept away by the sea and gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

A huge amount of water rushed in, and in an instant, the small plain was directly submerged. Bonova stood on the ground, or the seabed at this time. A large amount of mud, sand, wood and debris rushed towards him, and then automatically decomposed into tiny particles after reaching the front of the angel. Although he had almost no preference, Bonova still refused to let these unclean things get close to him.

So a relatively clean area appeared around him.

"Is Xilan still alive?"

He tried to find the vital signs of his colleagues and built a communication channel in his mind at a unique speed, but that special frequency at this moment quietly emitted a faint electric sound in his mind, without any echo or words.

Perhaps Hilllan had burned out, or perhaps the body of God blocked the communication between them.

Although they both participated in the design and construction of the body, when they discussed the fate of each piece of metal and gear, they never thought that there would be a day when they would use themselves as flame to ignite the core of the furnace, inject authority, and carry out the will of the gods.

In short, the two angels were already on the verge of exhaustion, unable to stop the tsunami from advancing, and unable to stop the country's slow collapse. This was a natural disaster launched by the gods, and only the gods could resist it. They were just tiny reefs that would soon be washed away, flattened, and submerged.

Bonois sighed slowly.

He slowly raised his hand, moved the water, and placed a triangle mark on his chest, as if saying goodbye. Then, Bonova opened the "door" and prepared to return to Trier - now, he should also burn himself out like Hillran and protect the land under his feet instead of the Lord.

At this moment, the metal mechanisms in the ocean made a joyful sound.

Countless metals and construction waste brought by the water flow leaped together, and the "door" next to Bonova slowly closed. He raised his head in astonishment and looked up at the high sea water.

The world in His eyes seemed as if time had gone backwards. Countless silver metal blocks had been pieced together and reassembled at the collapsed part of the levee, creating an extremely solid wall at an unimaginable speed.

The wall continued to extend higher and longer, as if it would encompass the entire country in the blink of an eye!

In fact, the power from the God of Steam and Machinery did protect the entire country. Even the drainage system was built along the way. The drainage pipes went deep underground, and the sea level in the area blocked by the tall silver-white walls quickly dropped. In just a short while, the houses and ruins on the ground were revealed, and the flood was drained at an extremely fast speed. The water level dropped from a high altitude to the top of Bonova's head, and then His head touched the air again, and finally dropped below the knees, leaving only some small puddles that had not been drained!
The crowd that was running toward the heights with crazy screams gradually realized the miracle that was happening. One by one, they turned their heads and looked at the seemingly indestructible silver wall in the distance, as if they had been deprived of their voices.

I don't know who started sobbing and wailing first, but the cries continued to echo on the mountain.

The survivors hugged each other tightly, rejoiced in God's mercy, and cried bitterly for their relatives and friends who did not survive.

"Oh God."

Even an angel as indifferent as Bonois couldn't help but tremble with excitement at this moment.

He lowered his head and knelt in the shallow water that covered his ankles. He held the triangular holy emblem on his chest tightly and prayed devoutly and fervently: "Praise you, great god of steam and machinery! You are the god of craftsmen, you are the embodiment of essence, the glory of technology!"

At the same time, in the huge workshop built by hollowing out a mountain, the core of the god slowly went out. His consciousness had already dispersed, but had not yet burned out. At this moment, it remained in the body of the god in an indescribable form, slowly repairing itself.

There was a commotion in the workshop. Scholars and craftsmen threw themselves on the control consoles, sweating profusely as they searched for errors. The commotion gradually weakened and disappeared. They looked toward the distant sky and saw the divinely cast walls, and fell into deathly silence.

Some of them were enthusiastic, some were dazed, and some were in tears, as if they had seen the end of technology and the essence of everything.

In the distance, Medici, who was approaching Intis, saw the high wall that was suddenly built, and his expression suddenly changed.

The blazing white flame meteor stopped when it passed a peak of the Hornachis Mountains. Medici stood firm on the high ground and looked at Intis in the distance: If nearly half of Trier was buried under water before, then now, Intis with walls built around it looked like a large basin from a distance. Now there were holes around the basin, and the water in the basin was gradually drained.

Even the water level in the Hornachis Mountains at the foot of the Medici is dropping.

"This useless guy...finally chose his own country."

The War Angel let out a long breath and criticized the God of Steam and Machinery with rather harsh words. But He couldn't blame him further. After all, those believers and that country now belonged to the Lord. The God of Steam had an obligation to protect it, and so did He.

"never mind."

But this would create a major strategic gap - the battle between the God of Death and the God of War would be in trouble.

Medici didn't want to see this happen, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

According to the spiritual connection between the Red Angel and the evil spirit, Soran and Einhorn have been controlled by George III of Loen, and George III does not seem to be ready to kill all of Sequence One. Leodro will not care about the three of them, but if he really has time to deal with them, he will definitely get rid of this diehard Creator. This time, he really intends to make everything of the Creator disappear from the ground.

Well, Medici had to admit that the resistance had been delayed until now because of his "magic". If they had fought with real swords and guns, Intis would have disappeared from the world. And now, since the betrayal in the War God War, this resistance has been completely ruined.

Without two or more true gods to restrain Leodero, it would only be a matter of time before Leodero got rid of them.

And not only that... Medici looked up at the sky. The sky above Intis became dark and cloudy in an instant, and countless thunders were brewing in it. The moment the God of Steam and Machinery came down to protect Intis, Leodro locked him as his target. Since the God of Steam and Machinery could not let go of Intis and his people, he should leave with his anchor and country.

Medici wanted to be unduly proud for a moment for having managed to hold on until now, adding another shining line to his resume.

But he has run out of tricks.

At this moment, Medici suddenly raised his eyebrows, grabbed a piece of data from the air, and put it to his ear.

"hehe!"

He smiled.

"Don't dream. He didn't betray me, and I won't betray Him." Medici burned the data to ashes, as if talking to someone, "If you want to take advantage of the fire, go and tell Him, don't ask me."

……

This time, Renette Tinicole did not emerge from the spirit world, but floated over from some distant place.

Although he was walking in the real world, his speed was still very fast, almost the same as walking in the spiritual world. It seemed as if he arrived in front of Klein in just a moment.

Is He just in Loen? In the real world?

This was the first time Klein saw the four-headed messenger lady stay in reality for a long time. Logically, creatures in the spiritual world should like to stay in the most suitable environment for themselves, not to mention that the messenger lady had a castle as high as a mountain in the spiritual world.

He did not hide his curious look, and Renette Tinicole also saw it. The four heads then explained one by one the reasons for their appearance in the real world:
"Spirit world..." "It is..." "It is happening..." "A fight..."

Is there a fight going on in the spirit world? Who would fight in the spirit world? Klein, who currently occupies the identity of "the great master above the spirit world", did not notice any changes, but the spirit world is closely related to reality, so he quickly asked:

"Excuse me, do you know who the two parties in the fight are?"

The four heads and eight pairs of eyes of Renette Tinicole looked at Klein at the same time, which made Klein a little scared. Then the four heads took turns to speak and answer the question again:

"God of War..." "and..." "God of Death..." "God of Steam and Machinery..." The messenger's intermittent speech made Klein a little confused. According to the situation where adjacent paths are hostile to each other, it should be the God of War and the God of Death who are fighting. Then which side is the God of Steam and Machinery on? Is he standing on the side of the Northern Continent and fighting against the God of Death on the same front as the God of War?

There is actually another battlefield in the war of gods, and this time the fight is truly spectacular.

Klein didn't think about it too much. These three gods had nothing to do with him, but there was still a real saint waiting for his rescue... Maybe in this dangerous situation, the Dark Saint himself didn't know who he was contacting? But he should be able to guess, after all, he was probably the only one in the entire Backlund who had obtained the "Secret Prayer Special Communication" talisman.

At this moment, Renette Tinicole was also looking at him, as if wondering why Klein hadn't taken out the letter yet.

So Klein cleared his throat and asked straight to the point:

"Can you save someone?"

"He is currently trapped somewhere in Backlund. I know his approximate location. He is being controlled by the saints of the Church of Storms and the Church of Night."

When she heard the first sentence, Reinette didn't react, but when she heard the second sentence, especially the last part, the messenger's four heads and eight pairs of eyes once again looked at Klein, their eyes flickering as they sized up the boy who dared to commission someone to rescue someone from the hands of two saints.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to fight those two saints."

Klein felt that the other party might have misunderstood his meaning, and quickly added: "I just hope to take that person away. He is now using the form of a mythical creature to delay time and may lose control at any time. There is no need to participate in the battle, nor to be hostile to the two churches... So I hope you can act in a more covert way. Uh, sorry, is the spirit world travel no longer available?"

The messenger's expression did not change, and the four heads shook and uttered a complete sentence:

“No…” “Problem…” “Take it to…” “Where…?”

Klein looked around, walked into the bathroom of a nearby building, and threw out a paper man as a substitute. The paper man grew taller in the wind, and turned into a real Dwayne Dantes sitting on it. Klein grabbed a newspaper and put it in the substitute's hand, which made it even more perfect.

"Incomplete mythical creature forms can have an impact on the mind. Do you have a way to treat it?"

The messenger nodded.

"Then take us to where we were just now."

As Klein spoke, he left the building on the street and returned to the relatively dark and inconspicuous alley. He looked up at Renette Tinicole floating in the air in a translucent form. He suddenly lost his focus for a moment and felt that he seemed to have seen this state somewhere - Miss Sharon's "ghost" form was very similar to this.

The messenger lady looks like a human, but also an angel. Could she have been an angel from the "prisoner" path?
It's possible. And He happened to be in Backlund. If I remember correctly, Emlyn seemed to have discussed cooperation with Sharon, Maric and the others to hunt the followers of the "Mother Tree of Desire" or the "Original Moon" together... Did the messenger belong to the Temperance Sect? Was she a special angel of the Temperance Sect? Klein was distracted, then quickly walked back and asked, "What reward do you need?"

The price for helping Klein escape last time was 10,000 pounds, because resisting the members of the Rose School was risky. But this time, she didn't want to fight. Reinette Tinicole thought for a few seconds, shook her head and said:
“As long as…” “Gold pounds…” “Three thousand…” “That’s enough…”

After hearing this number, Klein breathed a sigh of relief after a brief pause. He almost immediately decided that whoever was rescued would pay. Since the demigod under the bridge could repay his debt with good luck, then the Dark Saint and the Aurora Club could definitely do the same! Aren't the extraordinary characteristics and life of a saint worth three thousand gold pounds? The Dark Saint would not treat him, a favored one, as the same person!

"no problem."

Klein agreed even more readily: "He is in the suburban factory area of ​​Backlund. He is a saint of the Aurora Society. His current state is probably a factory building full of wriggling flesh and blood..." He thought of those scenes and suddenly couldn't continue, so he coughed.

For the first time, Klein felt that it was quite difficult to have such a colleague.

He handed over the more accurate coordinates, watched Renette Tinicole disappear quickly into the distance while shaking her head, and then found a place to hide, waiting for the messenger lady to return with the Dark Saint.

About a minute later, Klein suddenly raised his head and smelled a faint scent of tobacco.

Someone is approaching here.

Klein continued to hide himself, waiting for the uninvited guest to approach. He saw a faint Mars slowly appearing at the end of the dark street in the distance. The position of Mars was a bit high compared to the average height of men in the Kingdom of Loen. As Mars gradually approached, a familiar silhouette emerged from the darkness. With the Faceless Man's accurate observation of other people's details, Klein recognized the identity of the young man with brown-red hair strolling on the deserted street at a glance.

It was the Red Saint of War whom he met in the Southern Continent!
And the last name made him feel creepy.

But no matter what, they are now subordinates of the same god and employees of a cooperative company. As long as the other party does not take the initiative to attack them, they are just unfamiliar colleagues passing by.

Just when Klein was about to pretend he didn't see anything without saying anything or saying hello, the tall hunter stopped and looked towards the building where the bathroom was located. He seemed to have noticed the paper doll sitting quietly there. Then he looked away and began to scan the surrounding environment. A little red light seemed to be burning in the depths of his green eyes.

Mind link?

Klein immediately realized that he had been discovered, but because of the mental link, he would not be recognized as an enemy by the other party.

"Aurora will?"

This voice rang directly beside Klein's ears.

Treanor turned his head towards Klein, but he didn't recognize that the current Dwayne Dantes was the little fortune teller from before. The red light in his eyes went out. "What are you doing here? Are you planning to take advantage of the situation to rob the shelter below?"

"No."

Klein answered cautiously, but did not come out. After all, believers of the True Creator all like to stay in a dark environment:
"I'm waiting for someone."

Treanor said "oh" without any other reaction. He threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground and extinguished it, then rolled himself another one.

The flames at his fingertips rose twice, and a brand new cigarette appeared beside his lips. The War Bishop took a breath, not intending to stay here, and waved his hand and continued walking along the street:

"If you have nothing else, leave now. You will die if you stay any longer."

Klein accepted the advice in silence, thinking to himself, I want to leave, but it doesn't matter where I go. Then he felt an inexplicable sense of pride. After all, he had a very high participation rate in this war of gods and gods. He thought for a moment and asked in a sincere and curious tone, "Sir, I see that Queens seems to have become a ruin. Do you know what happened there?"

"Queens? That place just now?"

Treanor, who happened to be outside the alley where Klein was, stopped and looked back. Klein saw the spark in the dark draw a horizontal arc in the air, turn to the back, and then turn back.

"There was pollution coming over here just now, so the one in the sky cleaned up the surrounding area."

Treanor said in a nonchalant tone, "But it was only the surface that was washed, and not many people died. We can just recover later."

"..."

Klein was speechless for two full seconds, and then he saw Mars continue to move away. Then, a transparent shadow floated in the sky. Renette Tinicole held up her four heads with one hand and threw a ball of something down with the other hand, hitting the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the quiet street suddenly turned into a crime scene.

Sparks paused, and Trainor turned around, raised his head, and met three pairs of eyes at the same time.

TBC
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The whole day was busy celebrating the 80th birthday of an elder in my family.

(End of this chapter)