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

Chapter 517 They are all old foxes

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When the Grim Reaper saw "himself" with half-closed eyes, he immediately became alert.

Without a doubt, this was the power of the "half fool"! It was not surprising that Antigonus was controlled by the Mother of Heaven in his dreams and projected the other party's power and influence over him.

Antigonus could not really wake up - the other candidates for the three mysterious paths still had a chance to compete for the position, but Antigonus had already been too much in conflict with the will of the Heavenly Venerable because he was promoted too early. He could not wake up, this was the consensus of all the gods on earth, even the demon of knowledge from the Western Continent and the two outer gods all followed this unspoken rule.

All Death wanted to test was how much of Antigonus' power the Mother of Heaven could use.

When the false self approached, Death discovered that the other side was actually a thin layer - obviously not a historical projection, and it didn't even bother to maintain the image of a secret doll, it was just a moving piece of paper.

"It seems that his influence on Antigonus is limited..."

Was this a smokescreen to attract his attention? Salinger looked around, alert for another attack from the Goddess of Night, but nothing happened. It was as if the other party had completely melted into the darkness.

Speaking of which, the top of this path is also "darkness" rather than night.

The fake self walked closer step by step. The God of Death would certainly not let this thing get close. He stepped back a little and tentatively controlled the pale flame to float over. He had taken all precautions, but he did not expect that the piece of flesh and blood would burn violently as soon as it touched the flame, turning into a white torch that illuminated the darkness, and then turned into ashes, and nothing happened.

Faced with the drifting ashes, the Grim Reaper was confused.

"...There is absolutely no sign of Half Fool's involvement. This should just be a simple test.

"...Perhaps His purpose is to keep my spirit trapped in the dream, and then find a way to influence Antigonus in reality to continue using 'Puppetization' on me? However, does He have the ability to do this?"

The God of Death analyzed the situation briefly and thought it would be better to break this dream as soon as possible and return to the battlefield to fight directly with the Mother of Heaven.

The most powerful enemy in this dream is the nightmare "Demon Wolf King Fregola" created by Mother of Heaven. He can imagine the opponent's most powerful moment, but because of his insufficient sequence, he cannot imagine the power of the ancient gods that surpass the Angel King. Dragged into the nightmare, Salinger was indeed injured by the opponent's attack, but he also successfully used his extraordinary ability to temporarily restrain the opponent.

It would take a lot of spiritual power and mental strength to trap a being of equal strength to oneself. Death guessed that after a while, Mother Sky would not be able to maintain this dream.

At this moment, Salinger's attention was suddenly drawn downwards.

After the fake Grim Reaper was burned, some ashes fell to the ground but did not disappear. At this moment, the ashes gathered together, rose and shaped into a human figure with fancy clothes and asymmetrical appearance.

The humanoid creature had its eyes closed, and the hem of its clothes seemed to be propped up by something. There seemed to be something extra on both sides of the top hat on its head, and its lower limbs were bent backwards like a wild beast.

This humanoid creature had its eyes half open and half closed, and its steps were a little unsteady, but as soon as it appeared, it took off its exaggerated top hat, and flocks of exaggeratedly large white doves scrambled out of the small hat tube, almost blocking the entire vision of the Grim Reaper.

"Antigonus!"

There was some uneasiness in Salinger's roar.

Then, He noticed that the flocks of white pigeons flying towards Him were headless. Their necks only had a smooth, bright red, round cross-section, while their chests and abdomens were covered with sharp teeth and rotten intestines.

If it were someone else, they might really be scared by the magic show of the "trickster" in Antigonus' subconscious mind, but Salinger, who was manipulating the dead, the dead, the rotten corpses and the zombies, was not attracted at all. The horrors he created were much more than Antigonus had ever seen. There was a slight flash of light in his eyes, and a wall of fire appeared in front of him. The headless white pigeons were all burned like moths to a flame.

Salinger remained alert to the thing that seemed to be the manifestation of Antigonus' subconscious. He swept his huge snake tail and instantly smashed the humanoid creature dressed as a Quaternary magician to pieces.

The humanoid creature's flesh and blood splattered, and from the flesh and blood, one Antigonus after another of the same size was born.

"...I'll perform a magic trick for you."

His eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was still in a dream and had not yet woken up.

But the actions of countless Antigonus were not affected. Some of them disintegrated into vortices of flesh and blood and climbed onto Salinger's snake tail and wings. Some turned other Antigonus into secret puppets and merged them into a weird and terrifying giant puppet. The puppet had no attack power and would explode immediately if attacked by Salinger. It was useless but fully disgusted the opponent. But more of them reached out and grabbed again and again in this dream, and recaptured the real "King of Demonic Wolves" through the conception of the Mother of Heaven.

When he saw the giant wolf with blood clotted on its black mane appear again, Salinger felt extremely angry.

When He and the demon wolf met eyes, He saw the sickle across his neck.

……

Bethel tasted the junk food of the old era, and waited for the chaotically placed game consoles, mobile phones and the food history projections in his stomach to disappear. But he was still here, and the Demon of Knowledge was still standing here, with no sign of ending the ceremony.

He frowned and turned to ask the Demon of Knowledge:
"Why hasn't that junior come back yet?"

"You contacted me, and He exchanged bodies with me so quickly instead of killing me, taking away all my power to the maximum extent. There must be an emergency. So what is it that He hasn't been able to solve after using my power for so long?"

The Demon of Knowledge maintained a connection with the Earth, receiving the latest information, while thinking:
"To do something that will be attacked by the Two-Path True God."

"He is trying to stop the Thunder God from attacking innocent people, so he is now being hunted by the Thunder God..."

A few codes flashed in the eyes of the Demon of Knowledge, and he spoke in a way that Bethel could understand but didn't quite understand:
"User Klein Moretti, 46% of the connection with the machine is disconnected, and the current available power does not exceed 80%."

Bethel frowned even more:
“So, He is in danger now, and he can’t even use 80% of my power? As an investor, you actually let Him do such a dangerous thing. There should be a limit to experience and performance. If He dies now, he will also die with my Sequence One and Uniqueness at the hands of that Dual-Path True God. What can you gain from His death?”

The Demon of Knowledge withdrew his gaze and looked at Bethel with a meaningful look, and the corners of his mouth even slightly raised:

"I didn't give Him much help... It was just a piece of cake for me to let you swap bodies. It was because you didn't know the existence of this secret technique that I was able to succeed so quickly."

"Besides that, if both Amon and Klein were dead, it would not be a bad thing for me... Amon is hiding in Sefirah Castle, and I don't have a stable intersection with Him, so we can't form a mystical connection, and it's hard to find His location. ... But, if He dies, the God of Thunder will definitely take out His uniqueness and Sequence One and put them in his own treasury or in the Kingdom of God. The same goes for Klein."

The Angel King and the True God who can run away are not easy to catch, but the extraordinary characteristics are dead. The Demon of Knowledge can completely wait for the God of Thunder to collect all the necessary items for becoming a god in two of the three mysterious paths, and then snatch them from the God of Thunder.

"What do you think my attitude is?"

And the chosen heir is nothing more than a vessel.

When He spoke these words, Bethel Abraham felt a long-lost familiar feeling.

He was too familiar with this feeling, the game between high-sequences, the feeling of not treating enemies and other people as lives, but as props, some baits, some chips and walking extraordinary characteristics.

In the Fourth Epoch, no matter how much they sympathized with their neighboring paths, they would only kill each other thoroughly with respect and love, and even crush their bones and scatter them into ashes, destroying all their resurrection plans. Those conspiracies and acts of tenderness became important elements of the Fourth Epoch, just like air. It was so incredible that after Bethel had decided to kill Klein and killed him, he found that the other party still wanted to spare his life.

In fact, these actions of the Demon of Knowledge cannot be considered as calculations. They are just the simplest exchanges of interests, bargaining chips, and weighing of gains and losses.

——The Demon of Knowledge clearly came from the Western Continent, but just like the nobles of the Fourth Epoch who were in a rift with each other, he was calculating under his superficial warmth. His face, with its soft contours and ancient elf features, always had a gentle smile like an elder, and was as patient as ever. When He said that Klein's life or death was not important, He used the same tone as when He first helped Klein seize Bethel's body. This was part of His character, or perhaps, this was the true face of this "God of Knowledge, Sage Mentor", cold and calculating.

"Therefore, I have never extended an olive branch to Pales Zoroast, because I will not protect Him. I will even use Him to lure out Amon hiding in Sefirah Castle... I will definitely do this."

Having said this, the Demon of Knowledge pointed to his eyes:
"This is my prophecy, and now it has come true. I have no grudge against Pales. He was not only one of the six gods in the past, but he is also one of the most powerful gods now. However, he did not come to me for help. He must have sensed from his spiritual intuition that my attitude would bring him possible danger."

Bethel was silent for a moment and changed his sitting position.

He leaned on the back of the historical projection chair he had taken out, looking leisurely and calm, with his legs crossed and his arms resting on the armrests.

The Grand Duke of the Fourth Epoch, who was used to seeing the exchange of strategies, couldn't help but express some approval for the Demon of Knowledge's idea:
"You are right. Before you summoned me, I also saw the starlight covering the entire northern continent on Earth."

“Now that I think about it, that was probably your masterpiece and performance. Not only did you bring Klein into your camp and give him a position, you also acted like you cared a lot about Klein Moretti… Everyone thought you wouldn’t sit back and watch him die, including me.”

Looking at the other person's face, Bethel suddenly wanted to laugh, with an indescribable emotion and impulse in his heart.

Bethel knew the nature of the Demon of Knowledge. He knew it clearly when they had contacted each other privately.

He couldn’t help but start thinking, humans worship these essences and extraordinary characteristics, and place their prayers and hopes on them, hoping that these lives can make the world and themselves better, and that these things can make them get what they want. After a long prayer, humans personally covered these special beings with layer after layer of human skin, causing them to have human appearance, understand human desires, and understand human hearts and emotions. At this point, when facing these gods that are neither human nor inhuman, should humans laugh with arrogance and pride?

“The personality of God is what we created!”

"The image and will of the gods change according to our cognition! We are the group that the gods should pay attention to!"

Or do you kneel down in fear, crying and begging for a response?
Bethel did not know the answers of others, He only knew what He thought... He would not be the kind of fool who was blindly arrogant and thought he could influence the gods, nor would he be a waste who would kneel and kowtow blindly, because He would become one of them, a collaborator of the gods, and become God.

The confidence of “non-believers” is that they have the ability to become gods.

God could neither frighten Him nor make Him submit.

and so……

Bethel smiled slightly. He began to find things interesting. He felt that this was the world He was most familiar with, so much so that he used Klein's harmless and gentle face to make a villain-like expression.

After all, serious and simple young people like Klein are a minority in this world, a touch of white against the chaotic and crazy background. If He were not a minority, Bethel would not have been so impressed.

He looked into the eyes of the Demon of Knowledge and easily found the answer from them.

"If Klein and Amon were both dead, their extraordinary characteristics would be taken away by the God of Thunder..."

"Then I am the future mystery that you will invest in. With someone like you, there must be ways for me to complete the godhood ritual."

The Demon of Knowledge smiled. He also liked talking to smart people. Talking to smart people who knew how to judge the situation was one of the pleasures of the God of Knowledge. It was not that He meant to say that Klein Moretti was bad, but He had never been a human being, nor had He ever thought about being a human being. He could not understand why the other party would shrink back and hesitate because of something that was not important at all when there was a huge opportunity in front of him.

"Aren't you afraid that I will leave you to die like I did to Klein?"

Bethel was not surprised and even took it easy:

"You don't have any other choice."

"And you didn't really stand by and watch them die, did you? Didn't you just let the demon attract the attention of the God of Thunder? In my opinion, your behavior is more like a test, but the difficulty of this test is determined by your thoughts... Although this test is very strange from beginning to end, your behavior conforms to a certain logic, and I will not fail in such a thing."

"I like your confidence." The Demon of Knowledge said, "So what do you want to do after saying so much?"

"kill me."

Bethel smiled and said, "I mean, use your best method to erase Klein Moretti's body and my soul, and then reshape it on Earth."

"Why did you suddenly decide to return to Earth?" the Demon of Knowledge asked, "I remember you were very averse to me touching your soul."

“I think it’s a sign of good faith.”

Bethel spoke calmly. He had figured out many things. "Even if Klein and Amon are dead, I still need your help to return to Earth. Since our cooperation is inevitable, there is no need for me to drag it out here."

Until now, the Demon of Knowledge still made certain promises about his future, and he had already completely fallen into the control and calculations of the other party. Bethel thought that there was no need for him to worry about gains and losses anymore. It would be better to be direct and take back his power as soon as possible, and turn this unilateral control into cooperation between the two gods as soon as possible.

He is not a person who is inflexible. On the contrary, Bethel is also quite good at assessing the situation and choosing the most appropriate camp and allies.

However, this reason did not seem to be enough to convince the Demon of Knowledge. Bethel was silent for two seconds and gave a second reason:

"Besides, before I became the King of Angels, no God could ever catch up with me and put me in danger."

"Even if I was exiled, it was partly my own decision."

“He” calculated the time, the time that had passed since Klein Moretti borrowed his body and power. He then thought of the string of data that the Demon of Knowledge had just said, and a hint of anger could not help but creep into his tone:
"As a god, I absolutely cannot be attacked to the point of losing control of my body."

"But this young man has never been an 'apprentice' for even one minute! He is using my face now! If he is beaten like a rat by the God of Thunder again, my reputation will be ruined!"

TBC
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Klein sneezed.

Amon escaped from the mist of history with difficulty, but the power that the opponent had infiltrated into him had not yet been completely exhausted.

(End of this chapter)