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

Chapter 407 Ending
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"Stupid as hell."

The place where Triss fell quickly petrified, and layers of gray and white rushed towards her with the black flames of destruction. The shadow at the bottom of the mausoleum laughed mockingly: "I am somewhat interested in you, but if you want to do this, I will let you know that my majesty cannot be violated."

"Hey, the original witch."

He asked:
"Do you want to become 'the root of disaster, the destroyer of natural disasters'? Now you are a true god in these two paths, and the hunter is only Sequence One. If you submit to me and become my subordinate god, the first thing I will do after returning to the throne of god is to help you attack Intis and kill the angel of war."

Triss, who was falling, suddenly stopped, and braked suddenly against the will of mechanics, but the disaster and the falling meteorites did not stop.

Triss looked down at the shadows below, with a gentle smile on her face that definitely did not belong to her:

"Twister of order, will you really keep your promise?"

“Heh!” George Augustus laughed, “Don’t think of yourself as too tempting, witch. You can’t charm order and iron laws. Do you have the capital to make me break this promise and take action against you? Do you have Essence, or do you have the Judge’s Sequence One?”

"Your attitude and tone are really interesting. They remind me of Solomon."

Triss spoke gently, her hair turned into thin snakes and wrapped around her fingers, and she tore them off. She looked at the shadow of order, smiled, and suddenly turned into a flaming meteor that was even faster than before:
"It would be fine if you were really Solomon, or Russell Gustav, or George Augustus. Your conditions seem tempting enough, but you are the old spirit of this path!"

"No matter how stupid you are, you won't negotiate with the God who holds the power of law!"

Boom!

The man wrapped in black flames hit the shadow at the bottom directly, causing the earth to shake.

A moment later, a louder thunder sounded, and the dark and majestic secret mausoleum was struck by thunder. All nine mausoleums of George Augustus were destroyed, and the cracks on the surface penetrated silently, revealing the dark interior.

The mausoleum, which was already on the brink of collapse, collapsed with a loud bang. Deep inside, countless shadows slowly shrank towards the center like asphalt.

"madness……"

In the center of the shadows, someone spoke slowly in the voice of George Augustus III.

The shadow condensed into a pure black eye, looking straight at the cloudy sky, the flashing lightning in it, and the brass eye that looked down from the astral world. George Augustus laughed loudly and said:

"God of Thunder! God of Truth! Is it enough time for you to digest the power of 'omniscience' in two months? Have you achieved balance?"

All nine tombs were destroyed. According to the normal process, the Black Emperor would be resurrected from the tombs as long as they existed. When all the tombs were destroyed, the Black Emperor could only rely on the remnants of laws and social customs to be resurrected. This resurrection had the possibility of success, but the process was extremely slow and might not be successful!

But George Augustus' voice remained steady, calm, and even sounded relaxed:
"There are still countless rebels secretly operating in Lenburg. I am using my royal power to help you maintain the situation. Haha, I was originally planning to treat you well because you helped me expand my territory. Now it seems that I should teach you a lesson!"

A dull thunderclap responded to these words, and the lightning turned into a wedge that fell from the astral realm and pierced straight through the pure black eye.

The brassy eyes scanned the surroundings, and like a sheepdog driving a flock of sheep, they led all the shadow bodies into the range of the mausoleum ruins. Layer upon layer of seals fell, isolating the voices of the shadows from the world.

A projector without a videotape appeared out of nowhere, projecting the image below frame by frame - after all eight mausoleums were destroyed by thunder, the final mausoleum No. 1 was also completely shattered by thunder after the original witch blew a hole in it.

Then the Omniscient One scanned the weak spot, and countless lightning wedges nailed the asphalt-like shadow to the bottom of the mausoleum, constantly destroying it and preventing the shadow from re-condensing and entering the resurrection state once again.

Finally, the secretive black veil fell, hiding the entrance to the mausoleum.

This is the last mausoleum. Leodro is waiting for Him to be resurrected in Ruins No. 1, and then seal Him here!
"You can't kill me, nor can you seal me away for long, you foolish all-knowing one."

The Black Emperor's voice reached Leodro's ears through the anchor they shared:

"Your country will be in danger, and my people will persevere in saving me and freeing me. They will abandon you and choose me."

"It's noisy."

Leodro slapped the phantom in front of him away.

Backlund, Hillston District City Square.

The church members had put up a banner prohibiting people from approaching the crumbling marble platform. The shocking huge dent was covered with charred marks, and the cracks that spread like spider webs were daunting. It was as if it had been hit by a bomb accurately, and people couldn't help but recall the day when Feysac's military airship appeared in the sky above Backlund.

When the nobles in the west first saw this scene, it was as if they were watching a large-scale magic show. For a full ten seconds, no one reacted to what was happening.

Even Audrey, who was relatively sober and not too bewitched by the words, fell into confusion. Like everyone else, she stared blankly at the deep "crater", not knowing whether this was part of the ceremony or the king's further effort to liven up the atmosphere.

In other municipal squares in Backlund City, Melissa, Benson, and others also heard the explosion, and then found that the king's speech came to an abrupt end.

After a period of silence, people gradually became restless, whispering to each other.

Fear of the unknown and the future slowly took over their minds.

Afterwards, the scene began to become chaotic. Amid screams, the guards and church members rushed to the platform.

Cabinet members and House of Lords either subconsciously sought places to hide or mustered up the courage to follow the guards and inspect the scene.

He was assassinated on the day he declared himself emperor. This scene made her feel a little dazed, as if the scene in a history book had come true.

But who killed George III? Who dropped the bomb? George III was a man who wanted to become a god, and it was impossible for him to be killed by ordinary weapons... Audrey looked at it in a daze, thinking, and was pulled by her nervous and anxious family members to hide behind the guards and passed in front of the platform.

She was not too surprised, but just felt it was not real enough:
The people and things that are the focus of Mr. World's attention are watched by Mr. Fool, and Mr. Fool has never failed to achieve his goals so far.

This is the will of the gods.

But the voice of George III suddenly appeared in her ears. This time Audrey found it truly unbelievable - He was not dead, or he had become a god. The attack just now did not kill Him, which proved that Mr. Fool had failed!

Audrey saw that the people around her suddenly quieted down, as if they had found a backbone and became calm again.

They closed their eyes and prayed under the guidance of the voice in their heads, and the content of that voice was -

"Forget your faith!"

"Put truth and fear aside for the moment, and put the country and loyalty to the emperor first!"

"People from Lunburg, Segar, and Masi, I know you still have many complaints about my rule, but I can assure you that you will all enjoy the same national treatment as Rune. Forget where you came from and praise my name!"

...What is this doing? Are the gods fighting for believers? Audrey clasped her hands together and pretended to pray, but a question suddenly popped up in her mind.

……

"Look at what time it is, my old friend is still alive."

Standing on the coastline of the East Continent, Edward glanced at the watch on his hand, then looked at the thread of fate that showed George III was still in a tug-of-war with the God of Thunder. He gave up thinking, sighed, and walked forward.

After He left the Silver City, Ouroboros did not follow Him, but stood outside the Silver City and watched from afar.

He had no interest in Derrick Berg. Most of the people here were followers of the true Creator. According to the usual behavioral logic of the Decayed King, there was no need to attack the believers of his allies when his allies were gone. Of course - in the future he saw, a large area in the God-forsaken Land belonged to him, and many remaining humans also belonged to him. If one day God no longer wanted them, the Decayed King would also take away some of the things and various creatures that interested him.

"The curse of Silver City has a range... The growth of black-faced grass also has a range..."

Edward hoped that when the God of Lights and the God of Thunder were fighting, he could sneak out, but the two guys kept fighting, so he simply squatted down by the sea and began to think about life. ——This characteristic plant of Silver City really made him feel very interesting. At first, Edward thought that it was a curse that accompanied the growth of the plant, so all those who ate the black-faced grass would bear the curse of "must kill their relatives with their own hands, otherwise their relatives will become evil spirits", but after leaving Silver City, he discovered the scope of this curse.

Which came first, the range or the black-faced grass?
He captured a person for an experiment. He found a seriously ill dying person from another city-state, and then threw this person who had never eaten the black-faced grass into the area of ​​Silver City to wait for him to die naturally. As a result, this person turned into an evil spirit in a short time after his death. During this time, he did not even eat a single bite of the black-faced grass growing on the ground.

really weird.

"The curse has a range. The black-faced grass may just be a manifestation of this seal, or a positive effect."

"The curse that makes relatives kill each other is really special."

"Has anyone in history been killed by his own relatives?"

Edward thought about it boredly for a while, and finally decided not to wait and go out directly.

Ahead was a familiar expanse of dark mystery and endless thunder, but now the mystery could no longer block his vision. He could clearly see the thunderstorm raging on the sea, with occasional abnormal plants and imaginary creations growing in the corners, which were then casually shattered by the thunder.

"What is the genie doing? It took almost ten minutes to return like lightning. You are having a lot of fun."

"…Are you addicted to playing house with the Earth God by destroying his rituals? And you were so kind as to send me to see my good friend for the last time."

He muttered and stepped into the darkness. His sense of touch told him that he was stepping into the tide. There was sand and sea water rippling on the soles of his shoes.

But His senses were secretly obscured for a moment, and He felt that He had fallen into endless darkness, and all His senses disappeared.

At the same time, lightning flashed violently and gathered into a storm. A line of sight fell from the endless heights. In front of Him, the lightning gathered into a tall human figure holding a trident. The lightning trident in his hand was slowly raised, and a huge ball of lightning was gathering at the tip.

Edward waved his hand calmly:

"If I don't help Him, I'll just pass by."

"You can keep hitting me. Please, I won't help Him even if you kill me."

The lightning figure stopped halfway with his trident raised, and a rumbling voice came: "I don't believe you."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me. If you hit me now, the genie will hit you from behind later." Edward said as he walked to the side of the lightning figure, as if he was going to bypass him and continue forward. "Don't worry, my relationship with him is not that good. It's not to this extent."

The eyes with lightning turned around:
"You are all Outer Gods."

"What's wrong with the Outer Gods? The Son of Chaos will not die. If he still needs help at this point, then it can only be said that he should be replaced. The starry sky does not need such a waste. Moreover, can the people of Rune Rintis and Feynapotter cooperate so closely? They are all foreigners." Edward shrugged, "If it is someone else-"

He stopped and looked the figure up and down:
"You can be considered our compatriot now. How does it feel to be corrupted by God's will? Tyrant, allowing other gods to appear on your land is also your way of fighting against Him. But you didn't expect that George III had been replaced."

The eyes made of lightning still followed Edward's steps closely, without showing any sign of relaxation:
"Your hostility toward Earth has diminished."

"I wish the earth would explode, but God is coming back sooner or later. Your place will become a pasture sooner or later. It's the same as being dead to me."

Edward glanced at Him and said concisely:
"I'm not interested in dead things, can you please move aside?"

Leodro stared at the back of the Outer God for a while, and then cast his gaze on the God-forsaken Land in the distance. His gaze passed through countless city-state ruins and the black night sky, and saw the white ruins hidden in the deepest part of the East Continent.

He is omniscient and naturally knows what is there.

Without Leodero's obstruction, Edward quickly left the hidden ruins of the God's War, crossed the coastline of the East Continent, and returned to the "outside world".

The next moment, his figure flashed and appeared on the island where Roselle's mausoleum was located.

The Fallen Mother Goddess's gaze still lingered here. The outside world was full of bright sunshine, but this place was filled with blood-red moonlight. Perhaps because another Black Emperor became a god and Roselle was about to die, the red light here was even a little unstable.

The moon in the sky kept waxing and waning, and the strange creatures on the island quickly revived, decayed and died along with the changes of the moon, and revived again, even more terrifying and bizarre than the last time they came.

The Mother Goddess was not too happy.

To him, this was a child he had watched grow up dying. Although this son was disobedient and rebellious, he was about to die. Edward came to this conclusion easily and reduced his own sense of existence.

He took a step forward and walked towards the mausoleum. Not long after he walked out, a figure appeared in front of him.

The chestnut-haired woman stood not far away and looked at Him. She seemed to be here to greet Him, but her expression could not be described as either like or dislike. It was as if she was here to greet an unfamiliar guest, which reminded Edward of her as a girl two hundred years ago.

“Hello,” He said.

"Hello."

Bernadette's facial expression and body movements showed that she really didn't want to pay attention to Him: "Dad said you would definitely come, He is waiting for you."

"Oh." Edward followed her forward. "Long time no see. Have you been getting along well with your father during this time?"

"Dad doesn't want to talk to me." Bernadette looked a little lost. With her mother still around, her mentality was more like her younger self. "Maybe it's because of my mother. He never looked at me with that kind of eyes. I remember that there was some grudge between them."

She had obviously confused her biological mother, Lady Matilda, with the Fallen Mother Goddess, but this was not difficult for Edward to understand. He did not think it was strange that Bernadette appeared before him. After all, different gods had different forms of authority.

Bernadette must be a good daughter of Matilda, so it is not surprising that the Mother Goddess likes her.

Edward thought for a moment: "Do you miss your brother?"

"I miss them very much." Bernadette said softly, "I miss Charles and Bonois very much. I really want to tell them that mother is here and has been waiting for us. I hope they can come back. Charles was the saddest when mother left us..."

As they were talking, they had already arrived outside the mausoleum.

Bernadette suddenly said, "Please wait here for a moment."

Edward, who was about to move forward, subconsciously stopped.

Then, a loud noise came to his ears. A huge explosion suddenly occurred in Roselle's mausoleum in the open space in front. The black stone gate dozens of meters high flew like a cannonball, plowing a deep mark on the ground and directly smashing Edward into the ground!
The half stone door still stood crookedly on the ground. The moonlight cast winding shadows on the reliefs on the stone, like a series of incomprehensible inscriptions.

A hand stretched out from the dirt on the side of the stone tablet. Edward climbed out while shaking off the dirt on his head and body, and couldn't help saying:

"Isn't this welcome a little too warm?"

He raised his head and saw a huge black shadow suddenly enlarged in his eyes. Red cracks appeared one after another on the giant arm formed by the shadow, as if countless red crescent moons suddenly appeared in the black night sky.

"Hey!"

The shadow giant's fist smashed down, smashing the stone tablet into powder, and the entire island suddenly sank two meters!
In the mausoleum that had lost its door, the red moonlight finally shone in, illuminating the person sitting on the throne.

A man named Roselle Gustav stood up from the black throne. The shadows and vines that bound him shattered piece by piece. He was no longer an emperor, nor a human being. He only relied on his mystical connection and the power of the Mother Goddess to maintain his final existence.

He sneered, took one last look at Bernadette who was still willing to help him in the distance, closed his eyes, and opened his arms.

Melted in the red moonlight.

TBC
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sleep!

(End of this chapter)