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

Chapter 429 Imminent
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"'Leaving the Eastern Continent'? It's a very meaningful name."

There was also a piece of paper in front of Irena, on which was the content of the conversation between her and Klein, which was almost exactly the same as the one in Klein's hand.

——Therefore, Emperor Roselle once called this information transmission ritual magic "Extraordinary Fax Machine Magic".

"I will take action soon and head to the East Continent."

Her arm moved on its own and wrote a line of Loenese sentences belonging to Klein Moretti.

"No problem, Mr. X. Do you have sufficient authority to apply for a ship or a seal with teleportation capabilities?"

"I will not be heading to Trier for the time being. I can head to the sea on my own and head for the secret route held by the church. In the meantime, I have my own things to do and do not need a seal, because the spirit world of the Eastern Continent does not interact with the outside world, so teleportation is not feasible."

Like this... Irena was very surprised. She thought that the Aurora Society should be the organization in the world that knew the East Continent best.

According to the Aurora Society's past and present scriptures, the Eastern Continent is buried with the gods' betrayal of the Creator. It is undoubtedly a major dark history and a past that is too painful to look back on, which is enough to explain why other churches and organizations have little interest in studying the Eastern Continent. While other orthodox churches are still pretending to be "finding directions based on myths and legends", the Aurora Society has already sent pilgrims to the sanctuary countless times, and opened up a route deep in the sea of ​​​​the ruins of the war of gods that can really enter the Eastern Continent.

Mr. X has a better understanding of the East Continent, and a lot of information has been conveyed in the more than ten minutes of communication. Some of this information is not recorded in the Aurora Society, and the "Black Saint" is also unknown.

——Because he did not meet any living people, nor did he find any remains of the city-state in the darkness. The "darkness" and "shadow" of the East Continent are different from those of the outside world. Although it is a sanctuary, the shadows there are not controlled by the saints, but are even more bizarre and terrifying.

In fact, not long after entering the God-forsaken Land, he lost his way in the darkness and gradually lost all his teammates. In the end, he successfully found the "door" he came in through with the help of the corpses of other compatriots who died along the way to point out the route.

A bold guess popped up in Irena's mind:

He knew the environment, climate, geography, humanities, history, and even the spiritual world and ritual magic there, as if he had really seen the place with his own eyes, or even lived there... Perhaps, he was someone who came out of there?
Are you the Lord’s chosen people?

Could it be that he came from the Eastern Continent, and was the chosen one of the Lord, the one who was called from among the elect, the one destined to open the door to that continent?
Oh my god, this is real, I have once again witnessed a moment in history, we will all be written into a separate chapter in the scriptures...

"I see."

Irena's heart was pounding. She shook off these messy thoughts from her mind, considered her words for a few seconds, and wrote:

"Then I will help you contact His Excellency the Black Saint. When do you plan to talk to him directly?"

It has to be said that although many people from the Aurora Society were able to enter the God-Forsaken Land, not many were able to come out.

In the first half of last year, a pilgrim team spontaneously went there. Although their leader claimed to have dreamed of a giant snake before departure and was suspected to have received revelation from the "Angel of Destiny", they were still wiped out after a month of traveling east and no news was heard from them since.

It is unknown whether they entered the sanctuary or met their demise in the Sea of ​​Ruins.

So far, the only one who has entered the East Continent multiple times and returned alive is the "Black Saint" Leo Master.

"As soon as possible."

Klein was a little impatient because he couldn't stay under the protection of the God of Thunder forever. He needed to be promoted, to digest, to act, and he also needed strength. The East Continent was isolated from the world, so the sooner he went, the better.

"If possible, I hope to have a reply within the next few days."

"Okay, I'll do my best."

She wrote down the specific noun with a pen, then said goodbye to Klein and confirmed the subsequent contact information before quickly concluding this ritual exchange. She then put away the paper and quickly walked out of the room with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with gilded frames.

The residence of the "Black Saint" is in...

Irena left the room, closed the door, and thought for a moment. She remembered that the church now encourages everyone to go deep into the masses, start with small things, start with things around them, spread the Lord's church in the Third Age, and use everyone's strength to rebuild their homes together. The place where the "Black Saint" usually goes most often is a small residential area southwest of Trier. He likes to stay there, use his own hands to build houses with the people around him, carry sand and bricks, and then preach and explain the scriptures to everyone calmly when he is resting, telling stories from the scriptures.

"It's not even afternoon yet."

Irena hurriedly glanced at the height of the sun outside and prepared to head southwest immediately to capture the "Black Saint".

She was not the Rose Bishop, and could not convey information through flesh and blood. They were on the same level, and it was not good to ask a subordinate to call someone, which violated the Lord's expectations, so she had to go there in person.

The heels decorated with golden metal frequently collided with the marble floor. The lighting in every corner of the Cathedral of Light was very good. The combination of mirrors, skylights, gold and crystal was seamless, and there was hardly any dark corner.

However, in the reconstruction work, the cathedral spent a lot of gold as labor costs and resettlement fees and subsidies, and now encouraged active work.

Irene walked downstairs quickly, but just as she turned a corner, her spiritual sense was suddenly touched, and she instinctively moved half a step to the side, as if she had bypassed something.

Then, a figure gradually emerged from the air that she had avoided, as if someone had been standing here from the beginning.

Irena looked at him curiously, at this old gentleman with golden eyes, kind face and white hair. He looked ordinary and would be drowned in the crowd in the blink of an eye, but those eyes were unforgettable, as if just looking at them would evoke some past events in her heart. Then, Irena remembered who these features belonged to. She was shocked and hurriedly made the sign of the cross on her chest and knelt down to salute:

"Greetings! Your Highness Hermes!"

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

Hermes smiled gently. His words carried incredible power, far more powerful than Irena's own ability to soothe as a "priest of light". She calmed down immediately, felt relaxed and happy, and all her tension disappeared without a trace.

"The prophecy tells me that something interesting will happen to me today."

Hermes first made a joke in a humorous tone: He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and with the documents in his hands, he looked like a university professor who happened to pass by: "The prophecy led me to find you, ma'am, perhaps I can help you with something."

"How dare you..."

Irena hesitated for a few seconds, but seeing Hermes's eyes full of clear curiosity and kindness, and considering that his status was much higher than hers, she quickly knelt down and saluted, whispering:

"Your Majesty, the Lord's favored ones will go to the sanctuary and bring the chosen ones to our world."

Hermes was slightly moved: "Sanctuary... Sanctuary..."

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, his lips stammering, repeating the word over and over again, and then he asked Irena a little anxiously: "When will the Lord's favored one set out? Will he lead the pilgrim team or go alone? Has the person been chosen?"

Irena remembered that the audience could perfectly hide their emotions, or even pretend to be emotional to guide others. She was not sure what the angel in front of her really thought, but she was an angel after all, so she said honestly:
"The follower said that he will go alone."

"He asked me to find His Excellency the 'Black Saint'. His Excellency Leo Master is the one who knows the sanctuary best after the 'Great Cataclysm'."

"The Lord's favored ones are in Trier?" Hermes asked first, then denied it directly with certainty:
"No, if he's here, there's no need for you to look for him. He's definitely not in Intis. With the abilities of a saint, he can easily travel between the two places. He's abroad, and in a relatively remote location, and he wants to act covertly. At the same time, I don't have any memory of this follower, nor do I have any impression of having seen him... He's the mysterious Mr. X, the saint who succeeded Backlund as the head of the base, right?"

Irena was speechless, but nodded.

"Then I would also like to meet this beloved one."

Hermes smiled and said, "Leomaster is praying in the chapel in the southwest. Come on, lady, I will go with you."

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"Let a lost history return to the present era... return, not reproduce... If it is reproduced, it would be fine, but unfortunately the two have completely different meanings. If it is reproduced, as long as I write the true history of the Fourth Epoch or the Third Epoch, I will find a way to spread it, even if I complete the ritual... But in this way, I may face the danger of being visited by the church to check the gas meter at any time. Even the God of Thunder who has helped me many times would not be happy to see the history of the Fourth Epoch or even the Third Epoch being made public... Alas... After all, he has done me a favor..."

I have to consider His thoughts to some extent and cannot be ungrateful... Klein felt a slight headache and his right hand holding the pen paused. He was already thinking about the future and instinctively analyzed the contents of the Miracle Master potion.

"Go to the East Continent, let the people there leave, return to the North and South Continents, and let the lost history of two or three thousand years come to the present era. This is indeed the best, most efficient and most perfect way at the moment. I can't think of anything else."

“I wonder what the ritual that Zaratul completed was… Or maybe, as a descendant of the ancient Fourth Epoch nobles who witnessed history, and who has been isolated from the world for more than three hundred years, his reappearance in the world is equivalent to a lost history returning to the current era?”

Klein couldn't figure it out. If he connected Zaratul with Roselle, he would think that "recreating the Industrial Revolution in Intis is also a way to return the lost history to the present era", but Zaratul was already Sequence Two by then.

But the Secret Society provided Roselle with a lot of help, and perhaps there were also Sequence 3s who took advantage of this event to advance.

"Sure enough, the extraordinary abilities of the 'Miracle Master' are partly derived from history, so there are such ritual requirements... How can other 'Ancient Scholars' complete it?" Klein looked at his desk and thought about possible solutions from another angle. "If it were me, I could only find a way to isolate some people and some history from reality until they were forgotten, and then let them return to the current era. This may take three hundred years, five hundred years, or even longer... This is really an evil act... Haha, I suddenly thought of Peach Blossom Spring..."

"However, bringing the people out of the God-Forsaken Land is no easier than hiding from Amon's pursuit."

"According to Little Sun's exploration of the God-Forsaken Land, the official route to leave the God-Forsaken Land is to enter the Giant King's Court and open the palace where the Dark Angel Sasriel is sleeping. He is the negative personality of the ancient Sun God, ranked first among the Angel Kings, and known as the Vice-Lord of Heaven. He is not dead, and his power is probably not much weaker than that of the Angel King... Moreover, I have no idea of ​​his current condition. Maybe I have to enter the God-Forsaken Land and connect with the City of Silver before I can have a chance to investigate..."

Klein exhaled slowly, feeling that the ritual still had a certain chance of success.

In fact, he knew very well that even without him, the City of Silver would try again and again to open the door of the Giant King's residence and find a way to leave this abandoned land, just like a moth that sees the flame and will not stop until it dies.

No matter what, with my "joining", the possibility of success will definitely be higher than it is now... Klein subconsciously wanted to lure Amon in when he opened the door to the place where the "Dark Angel" was sleeping, to create chaos and offset the damage caused by the awakening of the "Dark Angel".

This is a tactic he is quite skilled at.

However, he ultimately rejected the idea because it was too dangerous.

After many chaotic and unimaginable battles, Klein clearly realized the power of the higher-ups and instinctively feared these terrifying beings. He no longer had the idea of ​​using the conflicts between them to create chaos.

Their mere existence can bring unbearable damage to the extraordinary people around them and the entire area!
In this situation, trying to rely on them to create a chaotic situation is no longer like walking on the edge of the abyss, where you will slip down if you are not careful. If you don't have the determination to fall into the abyss and be damned to hell, it is best not to try.

Suddenly, Klein thought of something, and his breathing suddenly paused for a moment.

"I remember someone told me that Amon would clean up the city-states that converted to other gods in the God-Forsaken Land..."

"Yes! It was 'Sun' Derrick who told me! He has explored city-states that believe in the true Creator or other gods more than once, but those places have been destroyed and turned into ruins. Someone is cleaning out the converted pagans!"

"Amon!"

"Silver City and Moon City have converted to the Fool!"

Klein took a deep breath, and his back was suddenly soaked with cold sweat.

He forced himself to calm down, bit his lips tightly, and continued to think of countermeasures.

"I have to think of a way and prepare for the worst... The worst is..."

He interrupted his thoughts for a moment.

"I must go. Even if there is only one person who has not been parasitized, I will go and save him. This is the promise I once made to the Sun, and it is also my response to the true Creator."

“The God-Forsaken Land perfectly solved these difficulties, but it also brought even greater difficulties… ‘Dark Angel’ Sasriel… What is the current state of this vice-lord of the Kingdom of Heaven? Is it related to the resurrection arrangement of the ancient sun god… The level involved has reached the ceiling of this world… Why am I always involved in similar things…” Klein laughed at himself. He could probably guess that this was due to the influence of fate brought by the “Source Castle”.

He took another deep breath and thought about the Miracle Worker potion.

If he really couldn't find the formula, he would have no choice but to use those level 0 seals, which would undoubtedly create greater danger.

Time passed quietly. Klein thought for a long time and made many plans. Finally, he rubbed his face and prepared to go into the living room to rest.

He quickly washed up, lay down on the unfamiliar but safe bed, covered himself with the quilt, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and found himself back in his living room. In front of him sat the familiar "Black Saint" Leo Master, who was simply dressed and had dark hair and eyes, and a strange white-haired old man.

"Hello."

The white-haired old man took the initiative to greet him, which made Klein feel relaxed. The next second, Klein's mind tensed up again. This was "comfort"! "Comfort" from the "audience"!
A high-ranking official of the Twilight Hidden World Society? An angel? Could it be the legendary...

Klein's eyes widened slightly.

"It seems you know who I am."

The white-haired old man smiled, put his hand on his chest, and introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, young man, my name is Hermes."

He raised his head slightly like an old naughty boy, and spoke with a slightly proud tone:

"Many ritual magics and the occult language you use were created by me and named after me."

TBC
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The final name was determined: a joint gift from a Marxist and a Soviet revisionist.

I am the one in front.

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