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

Chapter 400 Obsession
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As the roar came from deep within Calderon, Azik, who was far away in the southern continent, suddenly felt dizzy.

He heard the sound of the river flowing, and black mist appeared beside him like a veil. A figure appeared behind the layers of veil, exuding a palpitating breath, as if death was at hand.

The black veil is the boundary between life and death, and the white dress and gold ornaments on His body are like burial objects given to the dead.

"Father." Azik quickly saluted the figure.

The figure did not respond to his attitude, and asked in a vague voice:
"where is it?"

"Where did you go just now?"

"Your mystical connection appeared in a place I couldn't perceive..."

“Where are you and Him?”

"Is it history? You appear in history? Who is calling you from the past? He is also going to return from history? Is this true?"

"His condition seems to be a little off-kilter..." This series of questions caught Azik off guard. He patiently waited for the other party to finish asking all the questions, then sorted out his thoughts and started from the beginning:
"Yes, father, I just felt the call of my student. It should be through the historical projection of the 'Fortune Teller'."

"So I responded to him, but I didn't know what I was going to do when he summoned me."

"Historical projection." The figure behind the veil said slowly, "Historical projection..."

The figure suddenly started to move, and he approached Azik Eggers with big strides. The black mist swayed slightly like a veil in the wind. He walked in front of Azik, and an arm with graceful lines stretched out from the veil and grabbed his shoulder.

Azik's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could ask anything, he was grabbed by the god of death and dragged behind the veil.

In the real world, Azik, who was looking through documents and confirming many matters in the Archon's mansion, suddenly lost all his breath and fell heavily on the table, as if he had entered a state of death.

But at the same time.

In the mist of history, the eyes of the first Baron Ramde, who had returned to the historical fragments of the Fifth Epoch where he was, and who was looking for his wife and children, suddenly became smart. Azik's consciousness disappeared from the material world, and the historical projection naturally gained reason.

Azik looked around, preparing to leave the historical fragments and check on Klein's situation.

His instincts told him that Klein still needed help.

"Honey."

At this time, a strange yet familiar voice sounded in his ears. Azik looked back in surprise, and saw the wife of the "First Baron Ramde" with beautiful hair holding the child approaching him, smiling and approaching him, leaning her head on Azik's shoulder, and gently asked: "The sun is so nice today, can you accompany me to the garden for a walk?"

Azik froze in an instant, staring at his wife's beautiful profile, then at his eldest son who had not yet grown up in his arms.

His wife had passed away for hundreds of years, and even her memory was vague. And his child... was killed by someone in a vicious way, and became an evil spirit in his own mansion, lingering around. Because he was the descendant of the god of death, Ince Zangwill used him as one of the materials for promotion.

The heartbeat in his ears suddenly became louder, and the voice, appearance and smile of his past wife emerged in his mind one by one. He couldn't look away, and a strange, sour emotion that mythical creatures could not have slowly rose up, making him suddenly feel nostalgic.

The people he once loved are dead, but they are still alive in history.

Azik did not answer, but his wife smiled and said according to the history that happened at that time: "This is really great. I didn't expect that I could monopolize the busy Baron for two hours today."

After saying that, his wife got up from his shoulders, put her arm around Azik's shoulders, and led him away.

Azik looked at his wife's profile and subconsciously followed her a few steps forward.

Unlike the desolate and dilapidated appearance of hundreds of years later, the current Ramde Castle has a beautiful garden because of the love of the hostess. Azik remembered that he used to walk here with his wife, and even though he gradually lost his humanity and became cold and cruel, he still kept this habit until she died.

For a moment, Azik wanted to stay in this fragment of history for a while longer, but his concern for Klein prevailed.

After some struggle, he used a little strength to pull his arm away from his wife's arms. Seeing that she was still walking towards the garden, he felt a little lost for a moment.

With inexplicable emotions welling up in his heart, Azik walked quickly to his wife's side, lifted up her hand that was hanging in the air, gently kissed the back of her hand, then lowered his head and kissed the child who was not even one year old in his wife's arms.

"I love you all."

He wanted to say something more, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't say a word. Or maybe they had become the past condensed in time, like things in amber, and Azik was still alive and was about to leave them and go to the world of the living.

Time is urgent, and we have to leave even if we are reluctant.

Azik took one last look at them in his memory, then turned around decisively and left the fragment of history without looking back.

The wife was walking alone in the garden, with her arms hanging in the air, as if someone should be holding her affectionately.

The fragments of history gradually faded away. Suddenly, she tilted her head, looked at the empty space around her, and said softly with a satisfied smile:

"Yes, honey, I love you too."

……

Zaratul stared at the reversed "Emperor" that he had placed, and was silent for a moment. Then he put away all four cards, smiled slightly and greeted the guests who had already sat down:
"Welcome, what do you want to divine?"

The guest was a middle-aged man dressed like a businessman, with a gold watch chain sticking out of his pocket. He looked like he lived a well-off life and had quite a fortune.

The businessman simply nodded and said, "Divination, I have received a large business deal, which was introduced by my partner. We have cooperated with each other many times, but this time I feel uneasy for some reason. Perhaps your divination can give me some guidance or inspiration."

Zaratul nodded and began to shuffle the cards.

Shuffling cards is an art for veteran fortune tellers. The people behind him stretched their necks and stared with wide eyes to admire. The tarot cards flowed freely in his hands as if they had life. Relying on this talent show, Zaratul could digest ten bottles of Apprentice Sequence 8 "Master of Magic".

He placed the cards face down on the table, drew out three cards as usual and arranged them, then opened the first card under the merchant's expectant gaze.

The reverse of "Death"!

Zaratul's pupils shrank slightly, his gray beard trembled a few times, and he said in disbelief:

"...This is not a good symbol, sir. You may not be the only one who feels uneasy in this transaction. The reversed meaning of this card is 'stubbornness, persistence, unwillingness to let go, and dwelling on the past', and these situations will bring about a somewhat bad result."

Zaratul fell silent, and the merchant also fell silent, with a complicated expression, as if he was recalling something.

"I remember now. My investor seems to have encountered some urgent matters and needs some money to turn around..." the businessman said uncertainly.

"A bad result... Well, this is only the first card. We can pray that there will be a turnaround in the next one." Zaratul comforted the merchant, and seemed to comfort himself at the same time. He slowly stretched out his hand, turned over the second card, and pursed his lips slightly.

The upright position of the tower.

"...Perhaps we can also regard this card as good luck." Zaratul gave up thinking, "'The Tower' is the only card that represents a negative situation whether it is upright or reversed. In other words, losses are inevitable, and it all depends on how you accept the losses."

After saying this, the businessman's expression became even uglier, and his body movements showed his desire to withdraw.

Zaratul looked at the card, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly turned it over.

"Let me accept this reality? He has been gifted by the Creator, blessed by fate, and favored by war. It's as if everything around him is pushing him forward... Why is it now? Why is it him? Why should I accept failure?"

When the Lord of Storms attacked Lunburg, Zaratul also did a divination, and got the reversed "Tower" - combined with the extremely strong mystical symbolism at the time, Zaratul was not surprised by this result. The Tower card symbolizes negativity, failure, falling, and destruction, and is even unwilling to hide a glimmer of hope like the "God of Death". The fall of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is completely consistent with the card and symbolic meaning of the Tower, but when this card appears in his future, Zaratul is not so happy to see it.

The current God of Thunder also holds the symbol of the "Tower", and Zaratul even wonders if this is one of the hints from the God of Thunder to him.

However, it does not imply that He was striving to move forward, but rather that He had to be in a better state of mind to prepare for the impending failure.

Then again, the impending failure, besides this one favored by the Creator God in front of him, also had... Zaratul frowned, and combined with the oracle given to him by the God of Thunder, he suddenly had a bad premonition, as if he had seen that something went wrong with the king's promotion ceremony.

For a Sequence One like him who has been immersed in "divination" for thousands of years, intuition is equivalent to a small "prophecy"!
Just then, He felt something and closed His eyes.

"As expected...it failed."

"The situation is not good... If both things go wrong, I should be glad that I drew the upright position instead of the reversed one."

Zaratul couldn't help but mutter to himself and fell into thinking. The future Black Emperor, the Thunder God of the dual path, the Kingdom of Loen was undoubtedly the largest ship at present. Although the latter had no intention of supporting Him in the competition for the "Lord of Mysteries" and did not even write a blank check, the oracle that warned George III to warn Him also meant to support Him based on His performance.
But if there is a possibility that the King's ritual will go wrong, and the arrest of the owner of Sefirah Castle will not go smoothly, Zaratul must consider whether to readjust the plan.

The merchant did not hear Zarathu's mumbling. He looked at the last card in Zarathu's hand and urged:

"What else?"

“I hope the last card can give us some good inspiration.” Zaratul said half-jokingly, and then turned over the last card without much hesitation.

Upright Three of Swords.

Zaratul's eyes widened slightly, he stroked his beard, and said slowly:
"This is indeed a turning point. What you are experiencing now may make you feel uneasy or even scared. There may be a fatal loophole in your work, but if you find this loophole, there may still be a chance to save it."

"But, well, this is not a good thing, because this card represents disputes and battles. Maybe even if the problem is solved, you won't get any substantial improvement or benefits. At the same time, the prospects are not very good, sir. Our luck is not good."

Even the revelation only expressed that "if you don't remedy the situation, disaster will come, but if you remedy the situation, nothing good will happen"... Zaratul thought about it, smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"It's like being cursed by fate."

A Sequence One couldn't even catch a Sequence Three. Isn't this being abandoned by fate?
After saying this, He stood up and began to lift up His tablecloth. Like a magic trick, He made the crystal ball, pendulum, tarot cards, exquisite tablecloth and even the table on the table all disappear. The guest who had just stood up almost fell down because he lost his chair, and everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Aren't you going to continue with the divination?" the people in the queue behind asked with lingering eyes.

“No, no, I’ve also received enlightenment. It’s time to get off work now.” Zaratul smiled and joked to the young lady who was speaking.

The people in the queue had to gradually disperse, and the carriages that were stuck on the road began to move again.

Zaratul leaned on his crutches and slowly moved to the other side of the street, as if he was planning to walk to Queens. After losing the mysterious aura brought by divination, He now looked like a homeless old man that could be seen everywhere. When passing by the carriage where the owner of Sefirah Castle was, He smiled and looked inside the window.

……

As soon as the "Knowledge Emperor" Russell emerged from the mist of history, he immediately turned his head and looked down at Klein.

His aura suddenly became lofty, as if the sky had suddenly become much higher. One after another illusory and complex symbols condensed in his eyes, and a huge amount of useless knowledge rushed over like a tsunami. The same symbols appeared in Klein's eyes. In an instant, his head swelled rapidly, blood vessels ruptured, and his entire face was dyed blood red!
The vast amount of disorganized knowledge compressed Klein's own thoughts to the extreme. He only had time to think of the first word before the second word was pushed to the corner of his brain by hundreds of books. Unlike puppetization, this was another way of interrupting his thoughts, making it impossible to think!
Klein's head exploded with a bang, and his body turned into a paper man and flew away.

Russell looked in another direction and rushed over again. Klein, who had just appeared there, felt his head swell up again. In less than two seconds, the second paper man substitute also exploded.

It was as if fireworks were setting off in the mist of history, and Klein's paper substitutes were consumed in the blink of an eye.

I need to pull out a historical projection to help me share the burden! ! Klein struggled to come up with a solution during the explosion of the paper man. Then, he suddenly remembered that he still had a mental connection, so he frantically released some of his psychological defenses and let the tsunami of knowledge flow.

Klein's pressure suddenly dropped, and the speed at which his head expanded slowed down significantly.

In Trier.

The "War Red" Legion is undergoing routine training and repair.

"What are we having for dinner?" a hunter asked his companion.

My companion said immediately, "Eat quantum mechanics. Quantum mechanics, also known as Russell mechanics, is a famous theory that describes microscopic matter. Together with the theory of relativity, it is considered to be the two basic pillars of modern physics. Many physical theories and sciences such as atomic physics, solid state physics, nuclear physics, particle physics and other related disciplines are based on quantum mechanics."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" someone said, "Art appreciation, also known as art appreciation, refers to the aesthetic evaluation and aesthetic enjoyment activities produced by people in the process of contacting works of art. It is also a kind of thinking activity in which people understand the objective world through artistic images (artistic conception). In the process of art appreciation, psychological factors such as feeling, perception, representation, thinking, emotion, association and imagination are extremely active."

Several hunters were talking incoherently, gesticulating and scratching each other, and the strange disease quickly spread in the legion camp. In a blink of an eye, everyone from the regiment commander to the new recruits were infected.

Medici suddenly felt that there was a lot of useless knowledge in his head, and the amount of knowledge was increasing rapidly. He shook his head in confusion: "What is that kid doing in the mist of history? Memorizing books?"

"Tsk, they are from the Hidden Sage sect. We can't shut down the mind connection, so let them calm down on their own." Medici called over Tang En, who happened to be passing by and had his eyes wide open after hearing the knowledge, and ordered, "Fenepot should mix the latest concrete..."

Medici quickly shut up.

"Yes!" Tang En nodded vigorously, then left with his hands and feet together, "Notify the cafeteria to make Fenapot noodles and mix concrete tonight!"

Medici was horrified.

……

In short, with the infusion of the Red Diversion of War knowledge, Klein's condition quickly improved. Just as he was about to use a spell to grab someone from the historical projection to take the blame and escape quickly, a person quickly approached him from the depths of the fog.

Someone who can move in the mist of history... Klein suddenly became nervous, fearing that it was Zaratul himself who was taking action.

The next moment, the person in the mist of history rushed out, ran to Klein's side, and pulled him away.

Azik's figure immediately appeared in Roselle Gustav's historical projection. His escape speed suddenly slowed down. He didn't even need the "Knowledge Emperor" to take any action. He could kill a Sequence 2 and a Sequence 3 here just by relying on this extraordinary ability.

Bang! Klein exploded twice more.

"Give me the talisman!" Azik remembered his purpose with difficulty and reached out to take the talisman from Klein's hand. At this time, Klein had exhausted all his strength just to resist the torrent of knowledge and was completely unable to resist.

Azik grabbed Klein's talisman and one of Klein's hands. He was already overwhelmed, but he still insisted:
"I will tell you a name now. You accept this person's knowledge and then summon his historical projection!"

After saying that, Azik turned around suddenly and shouted to Roselle:
"Shia Palenque Eggers!!"

——All creatures with the ability to think have a strange conditioned reflex, that is, after hearing a certain noun, if they know something about it, their minds will involuntarily begin to recall content related to this noun.

It is also the instinct of the "Knowledge Emperor" to search for nouns and interact with knowledge and seekers. The moment Azik called out this name, Russell Gustav's historical projection suddenly recalled and thought about "Xia Palenque Eggers".

The next second, all the information about this name suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, including appearance, age, identity, sequence, family relationship, hiding place, resistance base, the status of the sealed object he held... and countless other information. Klein felt that he had never even seen the other person and would definitely not be able to summon the historical projection, but at this point, this was probably the only way - Azik grabbed his arm, and Klein raised his hand with all his strength and whispered:

"efficient!"

His arms suddenly tensed and he clawed hard at the mist of history.

But unfortunately, even with the "effective" blessing of the true God level, it didn't touch anything.

"It really doesn't work... I have never met Him in person, nor have I established any relationship with Him. Theoretically, I cannot summon Him."

Klein did not give up. Just as he was about to retract his hand and grab it again, he suddenly felt a cold hand from history grabbing him!
At the same time, Azik beside him quickly disappeared.

As a medium of occult connection, this historical projection has been exhausted.

Klein felt as if he was grabbed by something extremely heavy. The hand that helped him emerge from the dark mist was Xia Palenque Eggers, who had almost the same knowledge as Klein but looked even angrier.

As soon as He appeared, He suddenly looked at Roselle's historical projection, with a ferocious expression, and laughed in anger:

"Rossel Gustav, I found you!"

Klein was still in shock when he suddenly felt as if water had fallen on his fingers.

He lowered his head and saw that drops of water were falling from the long black hair of the woman in the white Balam-style dress. The black water drops turned into mist and drifted away in the air, which reminded him of the ghosts in ancient legends.

Roselle's historical projection seemed to have noticed that the enemy this time was more difficult to deal with, and its attack method suddenly changed. A huge metal machine rumbled up from the historical mist, complete with arms, head, giant cannon barrels, and crushers. At the same time, starlight fell from the sky, forming a more complex mysterious ritual magic. Just a glance at it, and Klein felt as if his mind was about to explode.

"I won't lose to you again!"

However, Xia Eggers completely ignored these fancy things. He suddenly transformed into a huge feathered serpent. The pale flames devoured the unformed machinery and starlight, forcing Roselle's historical projection to retreat.

The Quetzalcoatl took advantage of the victory and swept its huge tail, completely shattering the metal that was burning in flames!

Fulgrim's dogs swarmed over him quickly, grabbing his clothes and dragging him towards the exit.

boom!
The starlight magic suddenly exploded, and the dark mist was shaken slightly. The intensity of the battle in the mist of history suddenly increased to a higher level. Klein was blown away by the surging aftermath. His brain was a mess and he felt so painful that he wanted to vomit blood and almost lost consciousness.

"What kind of person has been invited here..."

This historical projection, Roselle, didn't have many memories of Shia Palenque Eggers. In his memory, she was just a demigod, but the one he summoned was an angel. Klein stood up with difficulty with the help of Fulgrim's dog, and walked towards the distance with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"You despicable Northern Continent people, don't even think about setting foot on my land again!"

The feathered serpent roared with an earth-shattering roar, as if its anger was burning fiercely. At the same time, a black mist that had spread from nowhere quietly eroded the starlight and the metal defenses that were constantly reorganizing and then collapsing, revealing Roselle's figure.

However, a historical projection would naturally not make any response to the Pale Queen's roar.

Even during the intervals between battles, Roselle's historical projection did not forget his job and intercepted Klein twice when he tried to escape in the chaos.

The Pale Queen's historical projection seized the moment when the other party was distracted and suddenly opened her mouth and roared. There was no spirit to be summoned in the historical mist, nor was there a spiritual world. The giant feathered serpent suddenly swooped down, and its body tightly wrapped around Roselle's historical projection. The symbol of death and the black mist rushed to wrap the historical projection, melting it at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even decomposing it into the most basic spirituality!
Roselle's historical projection struggled a few times, but the metal and magic were melted faster than it itself. The mysterious reappearance magic was interrupted before it could be deployed. It was tightly entangled by the feathered serpent's tail and was constantly swung and hit around amid the roar.

The extraordinary fight turned into the simplest physical fight when the abilities of both sides were restricted.

Klein looked back with lingering fear and quickened his retreat.

After some effort, the weak fortune teller finally moved to the weakest part of the historical mist. He frantically touched the surrounding Fulgrim dogs several times as a thank you, then tried to stand up and entered into meditation, simulating the feeling of falling and breaking away.

After his figure disappeared, the dogs of Fulgrim also disappeared one after another into the depths of the mist of history and left the battlefield.

"Go to hell!"

Before long, Roselle's historical projection was riddled with holes by the power of the Eternal Dark River and the breath of death. The feathered serpent opened its bloody mouth and bit the historical projection fiercely, tearing open its chest and an entire arm and swallowing it.

After several hateful bites, the historical projection turned into spirituality and was devoured. The crazy Quetzalcoatl searched this space for a long time, and finally realized that Roselle had been reduced to ashes and would never appear in front of him again.

"I won?"

The huge feathered serpent muttered to itself, circling in the air for a few times in disbelief, then fell to the ground, staring blankly into the distance.

"I won……"

He turned back into a human and looked around, but he didn't find anyone he was familiar with, and no one came to praise the Queen's victory. His parents and citizens were nowhere to be found. He took a few steps in the dark fog of history and lost his way.

A long time later, a piece of history fragment from the southern continent of the Quaternary floated over, including his figure.

……

As soon as Klein regained consciousness, he instinctively looked towards the window.

The old and mysterious waiter just passed by his car. His deep eyes hidden in the shadow of his hood glanced at him and revealed a meaningful smile.

Then he slowly shifted his gaze away and walked slowly into the distance, as if all the murderous intent and deadly moves just now did not exist.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and Klein's chest rose and fell violently.

He couldn't calm down, and he could hardly take his eyes off Zaratul's back, until the figure of this old man who was both his enemy and his predecessor slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

TBC
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tnnd finally finished writing it.

(End of this chapter)