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

Chapter 404: The Supreme Black Emperor Arrives at His Loyal Backlund!

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A bizarre and strange scene happened.

There is only one deification ceremony for the "Black Emperor", and there is only one person who has collected three copies of Sequence One and is accommodating the uniqueness. However, at the same time, there are two "Black Emperors" in the process of being promoted, two "George Augustus III"!
One is being crowned, undoubtedly the emperor.

The other one is undergoing a deification ceremony, and he is undoubtedly the Black Emperor!
……

The scene of the king snatching the crown and crowning himself made the crowd collectively at a loss.

In everyone's mind, the divine right of kings is inevitable, just as the existence of God itself symbolizes authority. The ruler of any country must reach a tacit agreement with the church before he can succeed to the throne, and the church will also choose the subordinate rulers it needs. This is a deep-rooted concept.

There was a small commotion among the crowd, and the followers of the God of Thunder expressed their disapproval of the king's behavior in disbelief.

How can a mortal emperor be qualified to crown himself! How can secular imperial power override divine power? !

Medici, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, also frowned strangely and subconsciously rubbed his chin with his fingers:
"...this George III has been hiding himself?"

"He thinks that as an emperor he is as supreme as the true God. He couldn't hold back during the deification ceremony. If he bowed to the giant octopus and waited to be crowned, it would mean that he, the 'emperor', ranked behind God. So he wanted to grab the crown?"

"But He has been patient for so long. The requirement for the godhood ritual is to take a magic potion in the mausoleum. What is the meaning of Him letting this false clone snatch the crown? Is it just to show His tough side to the people?"

"This action is meaningless! Instead, it will anger the tyrant..."

The abnormal and incomprehensible scene made Medici, who was far away in Trier, frown slightly. He narrowed his eyes, projected more power through the mental link, raised his head defiantly among the people who bowed their heads, and observed the phantom on the platform without leaving a trace.

The war angel's brow furrowed.

"Not an illusion...?"

In the eyes of the war angel, the platform was not an illusion or a fantasy creation as Klein said, but a gathering of authority, the center of gravity where shadows converged, and a truly distorted singularity!
In other words, that was the real George Augustus III!

How could this be an illusion? No one in this world could create an illusion that could contain the authority of the true God!

“Is this the real George III? No, He should still be completing the deification ceremony! The people have not heard the announcement of the Emperor’s return, the global declaration of deification has not appeared, and the symbol of the star world has not—”

Medici looked up.

"The symbol of the astral world hasn't fully risen yet! His deification ceremony hasn't finished yet. When did it get replaced?"

The angel, who was experienced in warfare, smelled something wrong. He was keenly aware that something beyond imagination was happening. Medici did not think that Klein had deceived him. This conjecture did not even last for two seconds in the war angel's mind. Because Klein's deception would only make him misjudge the situation and put himself in danger, and the "ancient scholar" who held the Sefirah Castle could not be deceived!

He is connected to the source and only needs a divination to know whether it is true or false!

"That is to say, before that kid left, everything on the platform was an illusion... but now... it has come true?"

Medici suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He put down his crossed legs, stood up suddenly, and said to the air:

"The lingering heroic spirit, the eyes that stare at fate, the followers of the true Creator!"

"Orochi! Orochi!"

Medici smacked his lips and said directly: "Change of plan! Give that kid some luck, and give me some more!"

Before Ouroboros could respond, Medici kicked at the figure sitting next to him and reading the account book, but the latter dodged swiftly: "It's time to notify that Death Archon! Come out and help! Something is wrong!"

"The Lord Archon of Death said that his students would summon his historical projection, so it is possible that the one who came to help was the religious leader."

After Richard finished recording the accounts, he turned the several tons of flour and wheat seeds he had just bought into a small, extremely dense package. Then he reached out his hand and grabbed the spirit world, caught an unlucky friendly creature that he could use, and entrusted it to take the package to the southern continent and hand it over to the Bound God or Barranca.

Then He put the notebook away and smiled brightly at Medici:
"I'm not good at strategic planning. Just point me in a random direction. Where should I go?"

Medici laughed. "Not good at strategic planning? One hundred years ago, the public support rate was 80%. The United Spiritual Cult fought all over the southern continent, but was finally surrounded and suppressed by the northern continent. Who was the leader of the Temperance Faction? Could it be your name?"

"I'm just good at assassination. The only one who fought against the group in the Northern Continent was the Spiritual Cult at that time." Richard waved his hand, "I'm not a big shot. I'm only a little popular in that small place in the Southern Continent."

"The Demon of Knowledge doesn't care about this matter. No one on our side can stop the giant octopus."

Medici stretched his muscles and said, "Don't worry, I will make good use of every bit of your fighting power."

……

"Oh, this crown is nice, but it is far inferior to my own."

"By the way, that guy's one unique attribute is the crown. Even though he doesn't have any territory or subjects, it's still really unpleasant..."

The phantom muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

He is constantly plundering the power that belongs to the real George III, whose uniqueness is contained in the mausoleum, through occult connections, distorting the differences between them, sharing and taking back the authority that originally belonged to him.

Endless shadows gathered towards where He was, and the Emperor was coming into this world.

The one in the mausoleum became a phantom, a substitute - or rather, to him, George III was like a not-so-exquisite gift, a container that contained something he wanted, like a glass bottle with fairly good workmanship.

Since the bottle itself has limited talents, it needs to be embellished with identity and lineage to appear less bad.

But He is merciful and equal, and He will not despise George Augustus just because he does not look good enough.

After all, a container is a container, and all it needs to do is fill it with what He deserves, protect it, bring it to Him, and then be broken.

Although he snatched the crown from Pope Gad II and crowned himself, the "Wishing Lamp" did not think that he was invincible in the world. He just could not tolerate such behavior at all - the dignified Black Emperor actually needed another god to make a promise and approval, and let a mere angel to crown him. Such a shameful and ridiculous situation actually existed in reality!
He could not have imagined that George Augustus would feel honored and proud!
He would not accept it even if George III could tolerate it.

However, after doing this, His Majesty the Emperor still needs to pretend to be nice to the natives of the Earth for a while, until the uniqueness of the "Judge" path and the three sequences are all attracted and their true form is revealed, then He will no longer have to endure.

That’s right, before He successfully bewitched George III, William Augustus, the first “Judge” of the Augustus family, had already died!

George III kept this sequence carefully, and waited for the ceremony to end before going to war with Feysac to snatch 0-02 - the "Brass Book of Trunsost" activated by the uniqueness of the "Judge" path, becoming a dual-path true god and officially joining the first echelon within the barrier!

Haha, Trunsoest...what a nostalgic name.

"Is the Ghost Empire still floating on the sea? Haha, that guy is really cautious. After discovering something was wrong, he would rather take me to the grave than put this level 0 seal on the Ghost Empire for future generations... Haha, in the end, no miracle happened."

The phantom's body gradually condensed and became solid.

The world around him seemed to be getting darker and darker, the emperor's figure gradually sank into the shadows, and even space and light were distorted.

If Trunsoest had been bewitched by me and handed the Wishing Lamp to my escaping descendants, I would have done everything I could to ensure that they boarded the Ghost Empire, and then took advantage of the situation to plot for the Sequence One on the ship. Unfortunately, He did not fall for it and became crazy again. After being contaminated by the Kingdom of Disorder, He no longer believed in my words... I was indeed too hasty at the time and wasted time. Fortunately, it is not too late now...

Thinking of this, He forced a condescending smile at the Pope in front of him, whose face was as gloomy as the sky, and said with difficulty:
"Greetings, sorry I got a little too excited just now."

"This is definitely not... dissatisfaction with you and the Church of the God of Thunder. Please believe that I will still fulfill my promise and stay by your side."

"Oh, yes, Roselle Gustav did the same thing back then. He crowned himself at the White Maple Palace in Trier. I imitated him impulsively under the influence of my Beyonder characteristics. I am very sorry once again. I hope you don't misunderstand me."

He almost laughed.

Gad II's expression improved a little, but only a little.

His long career as the God of Lights has taught him to strategically retreat. He believes that this is just a delaying tactic and does not mean that he is really afraid.

"Now that the coronation is complete, let's move on to the next stage of our ceremony."

He announced with a pleasant smile on his face, his words carrying unquestionable authority, his eyes turning pure black deep inside causing everyone to bow their heads towards him, not daring to look directly at the Emperor.

The band playing on the terrace at the back looked at each other in bewilderment. They were frightened by the scene of the king snatching the crown and almost stopped the scheduled performance. However, a plain-looking man hidden in the crowd quietly comforted them, turned their fear and helplessness into slight uneasiness, and continued to complete the soundtrack for the coronation ceremony.

“King, no, His Majesty the Emperor’s behavior pattern is somewhat different from before…” The hidden “audience” angel carefully observed His profile, and thought uncertainly in his heart, “Is it because of the changes brought about by the ritual and becoming a god?”

The coronation ceremony, which was scheduled to last fifteen minutes, ended so abruptly.

After saying this, he did not look at Gad II, but turned around suddenly and strode towards the platform.

George III was still struggling to resist his erosion, and the deification ceremony was strangely prolonged. Therefore, he still needed to do something to further consolidate the people's understanding of his identity and completely seize everything that George III had.

Gad II was so angry that his beard trembled slightly: "Oh my Lord...!"

The Pope of the Church of Night looked around, too lazy to guess the emotions between the Pope of the Friendly Church and the Emperor, and led everyone secretly to the rear.

Scarlet cloaks and expensive white ermine furs blew a breeze over the spotless marble countertops as the people, having finished their prayers, looked up at their rulers, awaiting the words of the newly crowned Emperor.

In everyone's heart, the sense of belonging to the Loen Empire was stronger than ever before. Even the civilians, laborers, and vagrants who did not come to watch the speech and ceremony, at this moment, developed a sense of awe for His Majesty Emperor George Augustus III!

The emperor scanned the crowd below with his sharp eyes, savoring the piety of the ants' dedication, and then he sighed deeply and long.

"—I am very sad."

His words calmed the excited people in their doubts.

"As you can see, our vicious neighbors to the north have openly invaded our land. They have torn up the hard-earned peace for despicable reasons, letting the flames of war burn to the Andmanda Mountains, burn towards our city-states, and devour our people."

The god with the appearance of George III lowered his eyes and spoke slowly in a chanting tone:

"On the borders between countries, the brutal war is at a stalemate. Feysac's sharp knives attacked our country seven times and won three times. These three times left countless people homeless and countless lives lost in our land. The blood of the people soaked the land - they are wantonly ravaging the country blessed by the gods, destroying the churches of our gods, kidnapping and killing pious and kind people, insulting chaste women, and greedily drinking the blood of innocent children."

"Everywhere I look, there is pain, sorrow and poverty."

"The economic downturn caused by the war has led to unemployment. Mothers are crying while holding their hungry children. Even birds cannot find grains of wheat in the fields."

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and exhaled gently. The sound was also very light, but it reached everyone's ears:

"I have seen enough of this kind of suffering."

He raised his head, his black eyes swept over everyone, and whispered:

"Is this our fate?"

No, of course not! This answer suddenly occurred to everyone.

Even Audrey, who was standing in the noble area, couldn't help but clench her fists and tremble slightly with excitement. Then she quickly realized that her emotions were affected by this extremely clever incitement. If she hadn't become an experienced psychologist, she would probably have become a member of the people and her emotions were mobilized by Him!

"Is it possible that we have some original sin?"

Audrey was thinking this when she suddenly heard George III on the platform asking again.

The surrounding emotions were reacting more rapidly, and even her father and mother couldn't help but clench their fists. Audrey turned her head and saw that her eldest brother Hibbert had tensed up, as if his fighting spirit and self-esteem had been aroused by the king's speech. He muttered to himself that he didn't want to flee to Intis! This, this is——

She looked around frequently, but no one scolded her for being impolite because no one was looking at her.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the emperor, everyone was waiting for the emperor to speak, and everyone was longing for something.

For the first time, Audrey felt how insignificant she was in the crowd.

“Are we just going to be content with the status quo, be complacent about the temporary retreat of the enemies in Feysac, and lick our wounds like trapped beasts?”

After an unspeakable silence, before the sorrow in everyone's hearts could be awakened again, His voice suddenly rose:
"No! It shouldn't be like this!"

"Everyone, now is the time for you and me to fight back!"

"If you remain indifferent, more innocent compatriots will be sacrificed in future wars, so I want to encourage you and beg you - not for God, but I personally encourage you, my subjects, my messengers! In the name of the emperor, I will urge all people with titles, even all knights, soldiers, rich and poor people, to quickly provide assistance to our army."

He raised his fist and opened his arms, embracing everyone and the world:

"My pious, kind, and loyal subjects! Let us engage in a sacred war - put an end to all the false charges and imposed sufferings, embark on the journey of self-sublimation, and take back the victory that belongs to us from that evil country!"

"Drive the vicious enemies out of our territory and make them remember! Proclaim our strength and declare our justice!"

"This is the emperor's declaration and God's will!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the audience shouted excitedly:
"Praise His Majesty the Emperor!!!"

"May our empire be forever great!!"

"Those Feysac people must pay the corresponding price..."

……

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The emperor stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly. The shouts of the people gradually subsided, waiting for the next step.

"My subjects, I know that until today, until now, you still have concerns about the future and doubts about whether you can win."

He turned around, facing the destroyed Queen's Quarter and part of the palace, and raised his arm:

"Look, the ruins brought by the disaster destroyed our city, damaged our cultural relics and ancient buildings, trampled on our history, and left us with indelible scars."

"And a miracle is about to happen, and everything will be back to normal."

"My subjects, close your eyes and pray devoutly to me, George Augustus III, who is about to perform a miracle!"

This sentence had magical power, and the crowd gradually quieted down. At this moment, countless people clasped their hands tightly, closed their eyes and prayed with endless expectation.

He slowly smiled, as if he had seen himself fulfilling countless wishes in an instant.

And all these wishes are to “restore to their original state”!
……

"This is definitely not the original George III! Who can't tell who is an idiot!" After hearing this speech, Medici almost jumped up, "If George III had such eloquence, he would have convinced those gods to support him long ago, and why would he need to act secretly against the people!"

"Where's the Grim Reaper? Is he really dead? Why hasn't he made a move yet? Are you planning to defeat this fake George III by having a resurrection match?"

Richard observed the situation in the distance:
"The situation is not good. Does the War Angel have any ideas?"

Medici smacked his lips and said, "The real George III is probably going to die. Let the god of death give him some help so that the fake one won't be able to complete the ceremony so quickly, even though it has already completed more than 90% of it."

"You - I'm afraid there's a big problem in the mausoleum. It's impossible to expect you to assassinate the one on the platform. Go and help get Klein out and don't let him die. I'll be responsible for the rest. I have an idea, but I don't know if I can implement it smoothly."

Richard nodded: "No problem."

After saying this, He entered the spiritual world without any hesitation and left this place.

Medici looked at the gloomy sky in the distance and hissed:
"I never thought that perhaps the giant octopus would become our most powerful helper in this operation..."

……

Near the "No. 1 Ruins" on the outskirts of Backlund, a figure lifted his invisibility and appeared.

She has shiny black hair, a slightly round face, a pretty face with a bit of sweetness, and an outstanding temperament. She is the witch Triss.

After Triss approached "Relic No. 1", she also took out a small metal bottle and used the blood inside to draw the symbol provided by Mr. "Gate".

An illusory door quickly took shape.

"The mysterious symbol provided by Gehrman Sparrow really has the effect of opening the door..."

Without hesitation, she quickly passed through the illusory door.

There was a powerful force in the mausoleum that could not be ignored. Her body twisted slightly uncontrollably. Triss had anticipated and resisted the twisting, while being on guard against possible obstacles and walking towards the center of the twisting.

Soon, she felt something and looked down.

Triss's eyes suddenly widened, then slammed shut.

Her body trembled involuntarily, trembling with fear, trembling because she was too close to the Black Emperor who was about to become a god - the ground beneath her feet suddenly disappeared here, and the bricks and stairs were all twisted into a spiral shape. The steps were distributed on the walls, on the ceiling, high and low, and they were intertwined with each other, forming a picture like a bizarre dream.

And at the deepest point that none of these stairs could reach, a terrifying shadow was wriggling, extending tiny tentacles and constantly eroding upwards.

"help me--"

"help me--"

"Dedicate to me—"

"I am your emperor!!"

There was no one in the mausoleum. The shadow in the depths let out a terrifying and angry roar, and a huge air wave knocked Triss away.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha… ha ha ha!”

Triss sat down on the ground. After a few seconds of silence, she closed her eyes, trembling uncontrollably, and suddenly laughed out loud in fear.

"What emperor? Hahaha, what sacrifice... Edessak, you really should take a closer look... What killed you..."

"The father you respect is just like this!!!"

……

Ahowa County, near the secret mausoleum, Klein arrived here in secret without alerting anyone.

Although time was running out, he did not rush towards the mausoleum and draw symbols to open the door. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air in front of him.

After five consecutive times, Klein's arm muscles suddenly tensed up, as if he was pulling something extremely heavy.

As he retracted his right hand, a figure quickly emerged.

Azik Eggers quickly appeared beside him. This was not the first time the two had worked together. After nodding to each other, they tacitly approached the gate of the mausoleum.

On the way, Klein reached out his hand again and grabbed into the void.

This time, he seemed to have not held on to anything, but in fact he had summoned himself from more than ten seconds ago, in a hidden state!

Then, Klein threw a small metal bottle to his projection and let his real body enter the historical pore in the gray fog.

The consciousness in his past body suddenly came alive and became extremely agile.

Azkudo glanced at Klein's actions and nodded approvingly.

Seeing that Klein had completed the preliminary preparations, Azik immediately opened his arms, and his body suddenly expanded into a huge feathered serpent. Just like in the historical projection, he spewed white flames towards the black mausoleum in front of him, almost completely covering it!
At the same time, Klein felt that the spiritual world around him seemed to give him some protection and concealment. The aura of the underworld quietly enveloped him, further helping him to hide his true identity, and he could retreat into the underworld at any time under the connection of mysticism.

At this time, a little bit of slightly deeper light flew out from the interior of the mausoleum, preventing the pale flames that were surging like a tide from moving forward.

They then constructed a human figure, who was none other than Drinker Augustus, who was at the Sequence 2 “Balancer” level.

Upon seeing Him, Klein, who was in a hidden state, suddenly became stiff and rigid, and could only act according to instinct, because Klein's real body had returned from the historical gap and was outside the secret mausoleum.

Then, Klein teleported directly to a secret mausoleum in the lower reaches of the Tussock River. He took out another metal vial and used his spiritual power to draw the blood inside. He drew a symbol.
After a few seconds, the symbols resonated and turned into a door. Klein walked in with the secret puppets Qiunas and Enuni.

Of course, he still has his newly transformed secret dolls lurking in the rivers and forests outside.

But at this moment, Medici's words suddenly rang in his ears:

"There's something wrong with the deification ceremony! There's something wrong with George III outside!"

"There may have been changes in the mausoleum. I've sent people to help you. Don't die so soon!"

The moment he heard these words, Klein happened to be passing through the illusory gate with his secret puppets, Qonas and Enuni.

Before he had time to think about the meaning of Medici's words, the mental connection of "War Red" was suddenly cut off, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
The dark church with a spire stood in front of us, and the wide door was open, revealing a man in overalls, a gentleman in a formal suit and a top hat, a girl with ruffles on her cuffs, and a lady with lace flowers on her skirt...

They were all suspended in mid-air, motionless.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

Black crows circled above the church spire, making heart-pounding cries.

Without any other guesses, Klein felt like he had fallen into a crack in an icy lake. He felt cold all over and his hair stood on end.

Countless thoughts surged in his mind, and they all shouted out a name:
Zaratul!
TBC
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The door opening symbol is of course obtained by contacting the door, but this article does not go into detail, after all, the genie has been running for a long time.

Today I encountered a special thing. Background: I have participated in many charity crowdfunding activities and funded poverty alleviation, education and offline serious illness. Background: I will do what I can and not blindly.

What happened today? A seriously ill aunt I sponsored needed surgery to prolong her life, but she had no money this time. This disease cannot be cured, and surgery can only prolong her life. I told her to wait for a month or two so that I can set aside money for her surgery. But she refused and said to leave the money for herself and her family, and to promise me that you will live well for me in the future.

Fuck, what's on the Internet is shit. Ten thousand rumors and slanders can't compare to the pain of this one sentence...Fuck...

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