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

Chapter 387 Interaction
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"First, I need to come up with an honorific name... The range of a Sequence 3 receiving prayers and giving responses is a region, which varies in size due to the different powers. Obviously, 'Sea King' is the type with a larger territory... So, my honorific name must also be limited in scope. The protector of all poor children in Backlund? My foundation has only been open for a few months, and this designation is a bit too arrogant..."

And if it really points to success and is very clear, doesn't it mean that no one else but Backlund does this kind of thing?

Klein shook his head and decided not to make this attempt to test human nature.

"Well, others must have such a limitation, but I may not. I can use 'the Blessed of the Spirit World and Sefirah Castle' instead. I should be the only Blessed of these two places at the moment. I am unique enough. In this way, as long as you are in the same city or region as me, you can pray to me through this honorable name."

"Oh, by the way, my mental state is pretty good now. Although I can feel that I have changed, I haven't had a split personality, and I haven't become uncontrollably cold and terrifying. This shows that the mark of the 'ancient scholar' in history is his anchor point... Also, the emperor has also become an angel. This situation has become serious. I have to rely on believers as anchors and provide positioning. I am still one level short... I have to collect what else can be used as anchors besides believers, just in case..." Klein took out a pen and paper while his thoughts were flowing.

He then wrote down the first paragraph of the description of his honorific name:
"The Blessed Ones of the Spirit World and Sefirah Castle."

After thinking for a while, he began to write the second and third paragraphs based on his rich experience and the knowledge gained from the divine patterns:
“From the ancient mysteries;

“A witness to a long history.”

Because Sequence 3 is not a true god, the three-part description cannot be used. Klein thought about it and added two more sentences:

“The patron of magic and theatrical performances;
"The great Gehrman Sparrow."

In fact, non-true gods can also use the three-part description, but one of the parts must rely on the person of a true god. For example, Klein can use "the true creator's favored one" - in this case, it is essentially closer to a summoning spell rather than a prayer of the honorific name, similar to a messenger. If the messenger is a spiritual creature, then there is no need to restrict it to a certain true god's favored one.

Therefore, we often don't know what the summoned creature is, and it is quite dangerous.

However, if Klein really wanted to use this tricky method, he could even write "The Blessed of the Spirit World and Sefirah Castle, the Blessed of the True Creator, the Blessed of the God of War..." Only he could gather such rare situations, so the direction was naturally unique.

After pondering for a while, Klein controlled the secret puppet Enuni and recited the name he had just written in ancient Hermetic language.

A few seconds later, Klein raised his right hand and rubbed his forehead with a rather strange expression.

He did not “hear” the prayer.

"What's wrong with this name?" Klein pondered it carefully for several times and gradually came up with an idea. "I may not be the only one who has the favor of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle. The dogs of Fulgrim are also considered... I have to add some restrictions..."

After the revision, the secret doll Enuni recited again in the ancient Hermetic language:
“The followers of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle;
“From the ancient mysteries;

“A witness to a long history;

“The protector of Backlund’s magic and theatrical performances;
"The great Gehrman Sparrow.

"I pray for your favor, and pray that you can illuminate the darkness before my eyes."

As soon as Enuni finished speaking, Klein heard his prayer. However, only a few of the "Spirit Bugs" heard it, which did not affect his actions at all.

This was different from the prayer conveyed by Sefirah Castle, and it was very clear... Klein's mind moved, and his Spirit Worm responded according to the rules he had made in advance.

……

"That's all. I can't guess the honorific name, I don't know, but this information is basically true and reliable."

Amon processed the information at hand. He adjusted his own memory and fabricated some of it to make him believe that he had obtained the information only after a difficult investigation to sneak into the Cathedral of Light and observe Klein with his own eyes.

He began to sacrifice intelligence to his original body.

……

"Hey."

Edward, who was walking in the wilderness of the East Continent, suddenly stopped.

He stretched out his hand as if sensing something, and grabbed the air in front of him, but caught nothing.

Edward sighed and took his hand back, showing his disappointment with his expression and actions, but his tone and eyes were calm, and he said without any regrets, "Another failure."

"Or is it only Him..."

Edward sighed again and lowered his hands again with a slightly desolate look.

"In the end, this possibility was triggered, but it happened faster than I thought... There is nothing to regret. This is his choice. Anyway, the result will not be much different." The devil muttered a few words, and his figure suddenly appeared a few kilometers away. He patted a passerby on the shoulder and said, "Do you know how to leave the East Continent? This is my first time here, and I am a little lost."

The passers-by who were photographed were shocked, and Steve actually jumped up and looked at Him as if he were facing a great enemy.

"No one can enter the sanctuary without the Lord's permission, and leaving also requires—" Stephen's mouth moved involuntarily, and he said what he was thinking, "It's you? How can you still be here? Did the Lord let you in?"

After he finished saying all this, he seemed to realize that his body was out of control and his face turned black and white.

Edward looked at Him with some surprise:
"You are not well-informed. I thought your intelligence department had connected with the outside world after the sun appeared in the East Continent. Oh, the East Continent is considered the base of Ouroboros. No wonder He has not contacted the outside world. Anyway, fate will let you know sooner or later, right?"

What are you talking about...Steve felt confused.

His impression of Edward still remained from a thousand years ago. The two had an argument because of the latter's disrespectful attitude towards the real Creator. After all, at that time, he used the identity of a remnant of the Old Ones to deceive the real Creator and obtained the identity of an "ally" known only to each other. In the eyes of the outside world, it was actually a cooperation between a cult organization, and the Aurora Society had an extra angel of the demon path. Therefore, in the eyes of Stiver and almost all the angels of the Aurora Society, Edward was just here to do an extra job, and his attitude was naturally blasphemous and arrogant.

Steve was quite dissatisfied with his defeat. He thought that he lost mainly because the demons frequently threw out holy objects related to the Lord to establish transactions, which made him obsessed with collecting holy objects and unable to fight seriously.

Obviously this battle was unfair. It only represented his devotion to the Lord, but it could not prove that the Elder of Dirty Tongues was weaker than the Duke of Blood.

Of course, the allied angels still have the right to be remembered, although in Edward's memo, Steve has no name, only a simple stick figure with three heads:

"It's better not to know, so I don't have to spend time explaining it to you."

The Angel of Holy Word certainly remembered the demon with whom He had fought. Although the demon's current way of speaking and personality were completely different from what He remembered, his appearance had not changed.

Just as Steve was about to speak, Edward interrupted him again.

"this is for you."

Edward took out a wolf tooth pendant from his pocket and stuffed it into Stiver's hand: "Now tell me where to get out. I like this place very much. Since you have been sent to another god, maybe He doesn't want this place either. What if I can take it away?"

Stifel clenched his fist, but he watched the wolf tooth pendant merge into his flesh and blood.

His mouth moved uncontrollably again:

"There are two ways to leave. One is to pray to the Lord, the other is to go all the way to the west and pass through the coast wrapped in secrecy and lightning. The third is to take the Aurora Society pilgrimage route, but this route does not go deep into the central part of the East Continent."

Edward rubbed his chin.

Then He looked at the threads of possibility in the outside world that had been tangled into a ball of wool. The tremendous changes that had taken place in just over a month had intertwined the fate of all people and God, to the point where a single move could affect the entire body.

He found the one that belonged to the Lord of Storms, and regretfully discovered that the other party was now a dual-path true god, and from all the possibilities, he still had strong hostility towards the external gods, and there was a high probability that he would fight with him in the future - this was not surprising at all, the identity of the Lord of Storms as an earth god had destined them to have the possibility of starting a war of gods, and now that the other party was dual-path, the possibility of fighting was greatly increased. Edward smacked his lips, thinking that although it was not difficult to deal with, it was indeed a little troublesome.

In other words, the divine blockade of the Storm Lord outside the East Continent will become stronger, and he may not be able to get through it.

There is no need to move the source energy just for a walk, and it is not easy to move the source energy.

Ever since their identities were exposed, their compatriots in heaven began to become active. After realizing that the decayed king left in heaven was just an unstable and shaky old man, the Mother Tree of Desire had already started to make plans.

But - it's not that bad, I have already tried to touch the source essence after it was sealed.

The Mother Tree of Desire wanted to unite with other Old Ones to kill her, but she lacked sufficient bargaining chips. The end was just a nap away. Who wanted to waste energy fighting with their compatriots at this juncture? Moreover, even if her original body in the sky was gone, she could use this container to obtain the essence and become an Old One again. After all, her symbol was the essence, not the path or the number of paths.

Compared to the Mother Tree of Desire, the sight of the Fallen Mother Goddess sent a chill down his spine.

He pondered:
"The path that Aurora will take on her pilgrimage - I seem to have walked it with my clone, oh, and I also want to pass through the storm barrier."

"There's an ocean outside the continent, so digging a tunnel won't work... I remember there's a door in the Giant King's Court that can be opened from the inside. People from the East Continent can go to the outside world through that door, but they still need to pass through the storm and the barrier first..."

"All-round blockade, no way out?"

Stifel looked at the mumbling demon with a strange look and couldn't help asking, "Since you were brought in by the Lord, then if you pray to the Lord, won't you be able to get out?"

Edward glanced at Him, shrugged, and said regretfully:

"Yes, I can, but I don't want to walk through His Kingdom again. Oh, you are His believer, and you don't know what it means to walk through the real Kingdom of Heaven in mysticism. That's fine."

Stifel was increasingly confused about what the demon was saying:
"You can't teleport here, how did you suddenly appear here?" "I ran here." Edward said honestly.

"run?"

"As long as the speed is so fast that you can't see clearly, it is equivalent to teleporting." Edward said casually, "By the way, give me some information, what has Ouroboros been doing recently? If you tell me, I will let you see your hometown again."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Steve looked Edward up and down. He clearly remembered that this man was not like this a thousand years ago. Not only was he not good at communication, he also often said strange things. Simply put, his humanity was completely shattered.

The God-forsaken Land was too close to the real Creator, and Stifer himself did not have much rationality, so he walked aimlessly just for pilgrimage.

While touring this land, He would occasionally provide some help to the city-states He passed by, but He would never communicate deeply with them, because these people who received help in desperate situations would regard these small salvations as new goals, and even convert to other religions.

What is it to take a look at his hometown? His hometown is the Emerald City, which was torn into three pieces because the earth cracked into valleys and was destroyed 1955 years ago... Stiver has been walking in the God-forsaken Land for more than a thousand years and has seen too many lives and deaths. Sometimes, as soon as he left, the city-state was destroyed. Hundreds of years later, when he revisited the place, the ruins of the city-state had become a habitat for wild beasts.

He did not feel that he would still miss every destroyed city-state.

But His mouth moved uncontrollably again:

"Lord Ouroboros has descended upon Silver City. Silver City has been blessed with good fortune, and an ancient god, The Fool, is providing help. Silver City has become the chosen city of God, the city favored by God, and has obtained new food and has been promised salvation..."

Edward looked at the sky:

"Isn't the sun salvation for you? What else do you want?"

Cold sweat broke out on Steve's head: "For me...it's enough...!"

"For you? It seems that other people have more hope." Edward said with a half-smile, "Well, that's how humans are. I can understand that with the sun, they want land for farming, and with land, they want safer meat. Human greed promotes the development of civilization. If humans are not greedy, the demons will be out of work."

He seemed to suddenly remember that he was still primarily a demon, and the demon whispered emotionally:

"This is the sanctuary of the true Creator. They are the chosen people you have been looking for for thousands of years. But now they are favored by another god and want to abandon their faith in the Creator, leave the sanctuary, and abandon the Creator. Don't you feel offended?"

"Don't you think they're being too extreme?"

"They just threw away their thousand-year-old faith. They didn't change their faith despite all the darkness and pain. After they got the sunlight, they ignored the salvation of the true Creator and turned around to follow the Fool into a new future."

"Don't you think it's shameful that they betray their faith like this?"

Stephen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the dissatisfaction and anger that were almost non-existent were wildly provoked. Edward's words echoed in his ears, making him assume the worst of others... After a long while, Stephen finally spoke, and the cold sweat on his forehead was about to gather into a stream:

"Silver City has the power to choose and can choose its own beliefs. This is also the mercy given by the Lord."

"I will never criticize the Lord's decision."

Edward shook his head: "That's why I don't like talking to believers like you. It's too boring."

"What on earth are you?" Steve regained his consciousness.

"A passing demon." Edward waved his hand, not wanting to answer the question, nor wasting time on Steve thinking he was so scary. "No need to look for you anymore, I'll leave first."

He walked a few steps to the side, picked a random direction, and prepared to leave.

But Stephen stopped Him: "If you want to take action against the Lord's chosen people——"

"Don't be so stubborn."

Edward replied: "I will not destroy the East Continent, nor will I harm the people here, because part of this place will belong to me in the future."

After saying that, He started walking towards the west. Steve was worried and wanted to follow him, but he saw Edward suddenly turn his head and his gaze met directly with those captivating pure black eyes.

Steve suddenly froze, fear wrapped around him like an airtight net.

His spirituality indicated a pitch-black darkness, and his eyes were also pitch-black. The darkness came and went quickly. Stiver regained control of his limbs with sweat dripping down his face, and he also moved quickly to the east, almost bumping into a child coming towards him.

child?
The Angel of Holy Word subconsciously stopped and even took two steps back, staring at the child who suddenly appeared in front of him, not daring to be careless.

But then, more and more people appeared around Him. Everyone who appeared was not a human, without spiritual brilliance, heartbeat and soul, but they still walked, talked and laughed, and children wearing ancient clothes chased and played in the street.

Steve looked up in disbelief, only to see that every door frame of every household was inlaid with a small jadeite of different shapes.

The forgotten memories slowly revived. He remembered that he used to boast about his memory. He could remember the shapes of jades of every family in the city. These memories were also the source of his pain and numbness in the future.

This is the ancient Emerald City, His home, the place where He was chosen to become an extraordinary being and finally ascended to heaven, but was unable to protect it.

He returned to the phantom of the city two thousand years ago.

……

Edward approached the City of Silver.

Although the entire city was almost entirely filled with warriors, His arrival did not trigger any of the warriors' crisis instincts, because their instincts had stopped working.

From the outside, the city looked nothing special, but when He jumped onto the city wall, he unexpectedly saw that there was a special area in the city used to pile up the corpses of monsters.

A closer look reveals that there is more to it than that.

There were many black objects growing on the pile of monster corpses, which turned out to be black mushrooms of different sizes.

“…Are you making poison?”

The demon noticed that the pollution and toxins on the monster were gathering in the mushrooms, and then said with relief: "Oh, it should be stripping away the toxins, but mushrooms like this are also useful."

Soon, He noticed other mushrooms. The source of the mushrooms was a church of considerable size in the City of Silver. A symbol consisting of "eyes without pupils, lines of change" was painted in the church, and many people were praying inside. There was also a large house next to the church, which contained various types of mushrooms in different categories. On the wall was a vague male figure holding a mushroom.

The people of Silver City call this man "the Saint of Plenty" with the honorific term in the ancient giant language. He is the messenger of the "Fool" who came with glory and brought hope of life and abundance to Silver City.

——No one knew that preventing him from being called the "Angel of Plenty" was the last effort of The Fool.

Edward thought the figure looked a bit like Frank Lee.

He noticed that in addition to mushrooms that accumulated toxins, the small hospital in Silver City cooked a milk mushroom soup that had the healing and soothing properties of the solar pathway, and the milk in the soup came from a kind of mushroom that could produce milk when cut, so the essence of this soup was mushroom soup cooked with mushrooms.

He also saw an apple tree in a small garden. The ripe apples fell to the ground and ran away. A resident of Silver City followed behind. Not far away, there was a bunch of apples being roasted on the fire. It seemed that the place where food was distributed also distributed seeds. These seeds could grow pork and wheat. There were also mashed potatoes that could multiply automatically when adding water. It was probably mashed potatoes with fungi or algae elements added... The food culture of Silver City was at least fifty years ahead of the outside world. The outer gods couldn't help but look at it sideways.

Edward thought the person in the portrait was Frank Lee.

The sound of a child crying triggered a spiritual response. Edward looked into the distance and saw a child with silver-gray hair, who looked to be about four or five years old, standing on the street with his eyes closed and crying, tears of blood streaming down his eyes.

The adults around him turned a blind eye and he even reached out to wipe the dirt, smearing his face until it looked as horrible as if he had just killed two people.

"Hey." Edward greeted, "Ouroboros."

The silver-gray-haired child still had his eyes closed and turned around stubbornly.

I feel like his personality is a little different from the legendary Ouroboros... Is it because he is still young? Edward wanted to tease him:

"Your master is gone."

The devil obviously saw the child who was wiping his tears paused for a moment, and couldn't help but reveal a vicious smile.

“The Lord has not left.”

A few seconds later, Ouroboros' voice sounded in his ears.

"He was, is, and will be forever. He has never changed. Now it is just that fate has arrived, and He has returned to His original appearance."

TBC
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But Medici didn't think so.

(End of this chapter)