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

Chapter 532 Let's Become Stupid Together

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The light of dusk exploded behind the God of War. He staggered two steps, leaning on his sword and falling to the side. He was silent for a while because of the pain.

Klein took the opportunity to drag Antigonus away from Him and moved him to the other side of Calderon.

The ball of light in Badhair's head armor flashed a few times, and he had regained consciousness. However, after taking his full-strength attack, his hands and feet were slightly out of control.

"The door actually appeared here..."

A "gate" that descended on the earth without the pollution of the fallen mother goddess and became a god, the God of War knew which Old One was standing behind Him after a brief thought. The Twilight Giant used his energy to repair his own wounds, and easily caught the figure of Bethel Abraham. His face suddenly became a little ugly, but then He calmed down:
"He wants to take Antigonus for himself and become a dual-path true god? Then why doesn't He come back when we are both defeated? Is He trying to do me a favor? However, if He takes this mad wolf away like this, it won't be a bad thing for me... No, He was just helping Antigonus attack me. His purpose is not only to take Antigonus away, but also to attack me!"

The severe pain in his back helped him to make up for the IQ he had just lost.

"There is no interest relationship between him and me, and I can't say that I have persecuted the Abraham family." The God of War quickly went through the sequence and past struggles in his mind, and got a question mark. "If Bethel Abraham helped Antigonus to fight me because of the opposition in the Fourth Epoch, it doesn't seem strange. But when did they have a friendship that went beyond the desire for promotion?"

“Most importantly, why is He in such a hurry?”

The same goes for the fact that whether they have a grudge against you or just want to devour Antigonus, you can choose to come back later.

Even if he was affected by the "fooling" just now and his strength was slightly weakened, he could still injure Antigonus to the point of death. Wouldn't it be better for Bethel to come and pick up the leak at that time? He had no objection to Bethel taking Antigonus' body away directly. Could it be that Badhair would covet the extraordinary characteristics of non-adjacent paths? He was not Salinger, so he would definitely give it away as a favor.

This is a question that the God of War cannot figure out. However, as a god whose combat power ranks among the top in the twenty-two paths, the God of War has a relatively simple idea of ​​"fighting if you can't win the argument", "not reading other gods' ideas if you don't understand them", and "killing them will be fine". No matter what the reason for Bethel Abraham's appearance here is, he just needs to drive him and Antigonus away.

The spiritual world is undoubtedly an environment suitable for Bethel Abraham to fight.

He is also a true god. Being able to enter the area he has blocked means that he can also travel through the spirit world from there. Moreover, I don't know why he attacked me... The God of War's attention shifted to the big pit in the center of Calderon without leaving a trace. The source substance below was flowing quietly. If he could find a way to bring Bethel Abraham into the area below, he could try to use the power of the River of Everlasting Darkness to restrict the other party's "wandering" - and according to the research results of the ancient sun god, it's time for him to contact it now.

"Can we communicate?"

Klein stretched out his hand, but Antigonus glared at him and Klein retracted his hand.

“It seems like we can communicate.” Klein whispered to Bethel, “But He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

Bethel rolled his eyes in his mind. He appeared beside Antigonus in a flash, took a quick look at his condition, and considered whether to take action to dig out the metal plates from Antigonus' flesh and blood.

These pieces of armor from the God of War were melted into Antigonus' body, becoming important items for the God of War to locate Antigonus' true body and limit his extraordinary abilities. Bethel thought seriously about whether it would be more beneficial to free Antigonus from these items, or to let him continue to hang on to these items - after all, he would have to kill him who had allowed his mysterious will to revive.

After a few seconds, Bethel decided to see Klein's attitude.

If Klein didn't discover the function of these metal pieces stuck into the flesh, then he would pretend that he didn't.

He will not take the initiative to reduce his own advantages, even if these advantages are brought by others.

However, there is also good news. Klein and Antigonus reached a certain degree of cooperation, allowing the latter to avoid further liberating the consciousness of the Lord of Mysteries. Otherwise, Bethel would never let his body and consciousness appear here.

but……

Bethel looked at Antigonus, unable to believe that the consciousness of the Lord of Mysteries had not surfaced.

If His condition had not been so bad, He would not have been forced into a deep sleep. Even His sister, the Mother of Heaven, had tacitly agreed that His brother could not wake up. Moreover, according to the aggregation power of Antigonus when he woke up, He should not be like this now. However, Antigonus' aggregation also had no effect on adjacent pathways, which made Bethel a little unsure whether this was a fraud or the truth.

Or maybe this was just a sign of His madness? Bethel was skeptical.

With God's pearl in front of him, He did not want to guess the source of his and others' path, what that innate old-time "trickster" was thinking and what he would do.

But the facts did not allow him to think too much. Before he could say anything to Antigonus (although Bethel felt that it was useless to say anything), the wave of space being torn came from behind him, and a huge dusk sword drew a straight line and pierced Bethel's back as if silently cutting through the water. The murderous intent was concealed without a trace, and the figure of the god turned into a white light, completely using the color of the spiritual world as its own cover.

Facing the attack from the God of War with his unique power, Bethel's eyes suddenly lit up, and countless stars seemed to twinkle in the depths of his dark eyes, forming a miniature "universe".

In the old days, "universe" meant a place with infinite time and infinite space.

In an instant, the distance between Bethel and the God of War seemed to be stretched to infinity - different from "cheating" space, "stealing" distance - like countless invisible doors blocking the two gods. Although the Dusk Giant Sword tore the space in front of it into pieces with unstoppable momentum, the tip of the sword still encountered huge resistance and became much slower.

Just as extremely complex seal patterns and the recorder's book appeared in front of Bethel at the same time, Antigonus behind him turned over and stared at the god of war with his eyes. The power of "fooling" once again acted on Badhair.

Although the God of War was prepared and closed his mind, His IQ decreased again.

But after this, Antigonus's breath weakened again.

He, who is only "half fool", cannot use the power of "fooling" calmly. Every time he uses this borrowed power, he feels his consciousness becomes more blurred. Not only his identity, his memories and past, but even the reason why he is fighting desperately now seems to become ambiguous. All that is left is the head in his arms in the darkness, and time is frozen at that moment.

She closed her eyes and cried.

Antigonus panted and shook his head hard to throw away the faint whispers in his ears.

He was just a wolf and couldn't understand what the man was saying.

"Perhaps you will achieve greater accomplishments as an assassin."

Bethel smiled and started talking. He flipped through the records, selecting the "Laws" that could be used as "binding, controlling" skills, and used starlight to complete the complex and strange pattern under the feet of the God of War. It looked familiar. Klein nervously watched the battle between Bethel and the God of War, while paying attention to the large pattern seal that Bethel had drawn under the feet of the God of War. Klein always felt that the seal looked familiar, and it was completely different from the "starlight track" that Bethel had intended to use to catch him in the mist of history. After a few seconds, when most of the seal pattern was outlined, Klein suddenly remembered where he had seen this pattern.

That was the "ritual" under the feet of the Demon of Knowledge when we contacted Bethel before!
At that time, the ritual of the Demon of Knowledge was a complex ritual that included "connection, communication, and summoning." Although Klein could not see the changes that Bethel made, his spirituality vaguely told him that Bethel learned the ritual pattern representing "summoning" and made a reverse replacement. If this seal is completely completed, it may teleport the sealed God of War to a certain place.

Is there anything that can restrict the actions of a god and prevent him from returning in the short term? Klein thought, could it be...

"No action allowed here!"

"...Only a fool would throw away any opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

Because of the loss of some IQ, the God of War did not start to answer Bethel's previous words until now. At the same time, He was unable to think about complicated things. He became blind because of "fooling". If He was obsessed with stabbing Bethel from head to toe, He would temporarily ignore other attacks and transfer all His strength and attention to the former.

Just like that, when the voice of a certain judge sounded vaguely in the air, the tip of the sword of the god of war also reached in front of Bethel.

Before we even made contact, the smell of dusk and decay hit us in the face.

In just a moment, Bethel saw the gemstone brooch on his chest turn gray, and the precious metals dotted around it quickly lost their luster and became as ugly as iron scraps. Fortunately, he has become a god now, otherwise he would definitely feel that his vitality has also decreased and stopped. The figure of the God of War was affected by the "Law", but he still extended the tip of the sword forward.

The light of dusk pierced Bethel's heart, but the tip of the sword moved out from the space on the other side a moment later.

The corner of Bethel's mouth raised slightly:
"It seems that occasional schizophrenia is good."

hum!
At the moment when the dual techniques of sealing and transfer were completed, Bethel suddenly caught a glimpse of Antigonus rushing forward from the corner of his eye.

He took a deep breath and immediately stopped the seal.

Seeing the God of War escape from trouble because of the behavior of his own "fool", Bethel's heart seemed to bleed, and he wished he could tear Antigonus off the God of War and beat him up on the spot.

TBC
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Backlund, Emlyn White's temporary residence.

In this small rental house, Emlyn was mixing medicine. He turned this inconspicuous little room hidden in the East District into his own workshop and laboratory.

Now that the Thunderbolt Church is oppressing pagans and wild Beyonders more and more fiercely, the entire blood clan has to calm down and temporarily avoid the edge. Many blood clan members are unhappy to see the demon family show up and mix into the upper class, but they are also unwilling to donate money to the church.

It was not convenient for Emlyn to show up in public anymore, so he stayed in his own small base, working as a "pharmacist" with peace of mind. He also did not forget to regularly rent a batch of documents from the vampires' library, just like playing the role of a "crimson scholar" while enriching his understanding of the vampires' history.

Usually, he would prepare some special medicines in his small room.

Some of the milder drugs can be disguised as unofficial "special medicines" produced by black workshops. Emlyn would occasionally disguise himself and sell them to ordinary people around him, or to wealthy people with whom he had established some economic contacts. As for some of the potions with extraordinary effects, which were prepared with spiritual materials, Emlyn would try to sell them through various channels. "Judgment" Hugh, who was also a member of the Tarot Club, was his best customer. Emlyn often entrusted Hugh to act as an intermediary to sell to wild extraordinary people, or directly to this colleague.

He originally wanted to sell part of it to his fellow vampires, but his fellow vampires who were lower in sequence than him also had long lives and did not need medicine.

He also sought help from all his connections, hoping to get a chance for promotion, but Miss Justice, who had said "Come to the South Continent, maybe you can help", hadn't replied for a long time, and Emlyn felt that his plan was probably over.

…It doesn’t matter! As long as I live long enough, maybe I can wait until the demigod dies in front of me! Emlyn encouraged himself.

The days passed like this, one after another. Although the opportunity for promotion was still a long way off, Emlyn calmly and hardenedly played the role of "pharmacist", "potions professor" and "crimson scholar".

Gradually, he got used to this kind of life and felt that the outside world had nothing to do with him anymore.

Occasionally, only when he happened to walk by the street and saw one or two young soldiers with terminal illnesses or physical disabilities being brought here by their relatives to find a "doctor", would he feel that the war seemed not to be over and the world had not changed.

Until now——

——The wind blew over.

When the wind of life from the local mother goddess blew through the streets and alleys of Loen, Emlyn was holding a small glass pot, pouring the brightly colored liquid inside into another test tube. At this moment, he looked up with emotion and found that the flower placed by the window, which had long withered in the cold wind, began to grow again. Its withered roots were green again, and the shriveled leaves stretched out and bloomed red flowers.

The whole process was reflected in Emlyn's eyes, like a series of continuous photos.

Then, the red flowers enlarged in front of his eyes, gradually changing from the size of a palm to the size of a wheel. Then his vision began to blur, the world around him became dark, and the flowers turned into a red moon.

Is this the ancestor, or the mother goddess? Although he had received revelations before, he really hadn't received any when he was awake... Emlyn had no idea how extravagant his thoughts were. He stared at everything in front of him in a daze, not knowing whether he should spread his wings to chase the moon. What if he crashed into the ceiling? So he looked up at the black sky, and saw that the stars had disappeared. There was only a red moon hanging high in the sky, and a pair of huge bat wings spread out, from one tip to the other, just perfectly embedded in the center of the red moon.

The gentle wind blew on his face, and he involuntarily took a step forward.

The wind was so warm that it made people relax. For a moment, Emlyn recalled when he was a very small cub, held in his mother's arms, and she sang the ancient blood language songs to lull him to sleep.

"my child."

The illusion ended, and Emlyn shuddered to find himself back in his little workshop, where the flowers were still in full bloom.

“Come to Harvest Church.”

A voice whispered in his ear, soft and gentle, as if it came from his mother whom he had not seen for a long time.