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

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"Ancestor? Or mother, mother goddess?"

Emlyn was a little dumbfounded. The red moon and bat wings, when these two symbols were combined, they undoubtedly meant the First Ancestor Lilith. But why did the First Ancestor let him go to the Harvest Church? Wasn't it already... sealed and abandoned? All the symbols and religious things were cleared out and moved away. The empty house and benches finally became the residence of tramps and homeless people.

The sight of homeless people sleeping in the emptied church of Mother Earth is a scene with philosophical and religious implications, but Emlyn didn't feel any of that when he passed by. His only emotions were emptiness and sadness.

"Could it be that the Mother Goddess and the First Ancestor are collaborating? The Church of the Earth has always had a tradition of allowing vampires to become priests, and they even gave me a letter of invitation..."

Although he was a little confused about the situation, Emlyn's heart was pounding.

He hastily packed up his test bench, first put away the dangerous goods, then locked the windows and drew the curtains tightly. Finally, he locked the door, put on a hat and scarf to cover his face tightly, and trotted towards the direction of the Harvest Church.

Walking onto the fairly spacious streets of the East District, Emlyn keenly discovered that tonight seemed a little different from the past.

"Really!" The woman in the dirty dress took two deep breaths and said in surprise, "I don't cough anymore!"

Emlyn looked at her—oh, it was one of the patients suffering from the “aftermath of the great smog” in this area.

In addition to those who died directly in the smog and in the following months, some mild patients who did not receive timely treatment had varying degrees of lesions in their lungs and throats. Emlyn knew the truth about the smog. It was the extraordinary power of a demigod called the Witch of Despair, not a simple disease or poison gas leak, so he directly turned away those who came to seek medicine.

He knew that he did not have the ability to cure this disease, and he did not want the church to discover his existence just because he saved some people.

According to Emlin's prediction, even if Backlund's air quality has improved, it will be difficult for such people to survive this winter.

But now, this person is alive.

The trees were reborn, and the air seemed not as cold as before. A ragged homeless man on the roadside was telling stories of miracles such as "his waist suddenly stopped hurting" and "his broken leg suddenly grew back". Emlyn pulled his scarf higher and listened to the people in the East District praising the miracles. He felt more and more confused and excited, and he had the urge to straighten his chest unconsciously.

Is it the power of the Mother Goddess? Why did the Mother Goddess bring a miracle here?

Emlyn's pace quickened involuntarily. He held down his hat and trotted towards the location of the Harvest Church. When he walked onto the street, he was shocked to see a Thunder Church Beyonder wearing dark clergy robes walking towards him.

However, the other party did not notice him. Emlyn hid in the dark and observed for a while, only to find that the other party was actually commanding several "sailors" and "wind-lovers" to bring building materials, paint, and glass to repair the church on site.

A piece of cloth was put on top, the creepers and weeds growing on the wall were cleared, and the church gradually became what Emlyn remembered. It seemed that if he just walked over and pushed open the two tattered doors, he would be able to see the giant bishop sitting in the first row praying again, and his broad back like a hill would bring him an indescribable sense of security as in the past.

Emlyn's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He thought for a moment, took out a mirror from his pocket and put on some simple makeup. Then he lowered his voice and cautiously approached a "sailor" who was taking a break and asked:
"Sir, what are you doing?"

The sailor glanced at him. It was pitch dark, and Sequence 9's night vision was limited. He couldn't tell if the person in front of him was a man or a woman. He only saw that the person was dressed up, and such attire was not uncommon in Backlund's deep winter. The sailor waved his hand casually:
“Rebuild this church.”

Emlyn suppressed his excitement and asked, "Isn't this the church of the former Mother Earth Church? Why is it being rebuilt?"

The sailor who was caught working in the middle of the night was already a little impatient. He didn't answer and was ready to scold the other party directly, then stood up and sat somewhere else, letting the man go away quickly. But when he saw the red eyes, his consciousness blurred for a moment, and he couldn't help but tell everything he knew:
“…The Harvest Church will be renovated, and there will be more churches of the Church of the Mother Earth in the future.”

Ancestor! Emlyn's heart almost jumped out of his throat, as if he was stepping on cotton. He felt dizzy and unbelievable at the same time:
"Why? Has the Church of Mother Earth obtained the right to preach in Loen?"

The sailor nodded: "The Mother Earth and the Lord have become allies, and Feynapotter may join Loen."

Emlyn was a little excited when he heard the first sentence, but the second half of the sentence suddenly made him doubt his ears: Join Loen? How to join? Like Lunburg, Segar, and Ma Xi, will they become several counties to join? If so, it would be better to say that the Mother Earth has joined the God of Thunder rather than becoming allies. There is a huge difference between territorial merger and the mutual missionary rights between allies!

“Is this true?” Emlyn looked up. There were many civilians who were awakened in the middle of the night and were watching the excitement. The captain-like Punisher had not noticed him yet.

"I heard it."

The sailor answered honestly, but it did not reassure Emlyn.

"The church has decided to cancel the previous wanted order for the cultists related to the Church of Mother Earth." The sailor said, looking back at the Harvest Church under renovation. "It is said that the higher-ups have already appointed a manager for this church, and that person is the wanted criminal who escaped before, named Emlyn White..."

……

"Mr. Bethel, do you want to attack Antigonus as well?"

"(Unintelligible wolf roar)!"

"Damn beast!"

Antigonus and the God of War wrestled together. Klein was talking to himself in his mind. The chaotic scene and the insane roars surrounded Bethel, making it difficult for him to see and hear. Bethel took a deep breath, trying not to let his expression become so hideous.

First of all, He really couldn't blame a wolf that seemed to have little rationality left and was only left with instinct and hatred. Antigonus didn't introduce himself as the Lord of Mysteries, even if He tried. Secondly, He knew that although Klein was smart, he couldn't help Him at the moment. Finally, Bethel knew that they were in a hurry, and He should solve the matter with the same steady and efficient attitude as always, so He now wanted to find a laser cannon from his records and blow up the two things fighting on the opposite side.

If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be impossible?

Bethel immediately began to look through the records.

The God of War was of the same rank as himself, a Sequence 5 "Guardian" who could withstand most damage and was difficult to get hurt. For the time being, there was no need to consider killing him with one strike, but if he fired a shot, Antigonus might die first.

"Give priority to spiritual abilities..."

Bethel's eyes quickly passed over the "Psychic Storm", "Dragon Breath", and "Dragon Power Shock" that once belonged to Adam. The King of Angels can have a certain influence on the True God, but it cannot be used as the main means of attack.

There is no need to regard Antigonus's "deception" as part of a strategy. It is a success as long as He does not hold Him back.

As for combat effectiveness, Bethel is much more relaxed. Perhaps there is nothing that cannot be solved by a "Space Tear" superimposed on the "Red Priest's Beating" superimposed on the "Judge's Forbidden Movement" and then superimposed on the "Black Emperor's Bribery and Distortion". If there is, then just use another set.

No matter how much time you have spent together, no matter what you have experienced together, let alone friends, even if you are a family member or a lover, you must fight when it is time to fight for the top of the sequence. Go all out and don't give the other party a chance to play dirty or mock you. This is the attitude to treat the war with the goal of becoming a god, and it is also a respect for the opponents who have come all the way to the present.

Besides, Antigonus was completely out of the game under the current circumstances, and Bethel didn't mind sending them both away.

——The same goes for Klein. Bethel would not take the initiative to seize Sefirah Castle, and was willing to give Klein a chance to become a god and fight him on an equal footing, which was already the biggest concession. As for letting him go, that would be an insult to both sides.

Now there are only two problems that can trouble Him, which are:
"If the god of war dies first, will Antigonus die contentedly, or will he lose all resistance and become a mystic?"

And: "If Antigonus dies before seeing the death of Ares, will He risk everything and release the mysterious will?"

Bethel does not think that it is wrong to be afraid of the existence of "mystery" to some extent. On the contrary, it is the most important thing to be vigilant about the "original consciousness" of this path.

Losing your humanity is just the price of power. This is not hard to understand. After all, you have to spend money to buy things.

It is true that everything has trade-offs. If it is really hard to accept, you can choose not to be promoted and just stay in the state you want.

In Bethel's view, humanity is just one of the prices to gain power and achieve immortality. The existence of the "Lord of Mysteries" is the only flaw in this pretty good deal. After all, before you become a demigod, no one will tell you that the "divinity" you have obtained is actually part of the "will" of this path. By the time you know it, you have already merged with a part of the Lord of Mysteries.

Why do such guys exist?
The existence of the "Original Will" is like an unshakable mountain, telling you that it is not you who gets the power, but you temporarily borrow someone's power, and will eventually become their food. Although Bethel does not think that becoming someone in the end means that his efforts have been meaningless, or that he is seeking death on his own initiative, the fact that ordinary people and angels fight for power and the throne of God in the end, but all become a drama watched by eyes in the dark, this cannot but make Bethel feel dissatisfied.

He had originally planned to use the mysterious Western Continent technique he had just learned to throw the God of War directly to the Eastern Continent, before God, but he had to stop because of the sudden intervention of Antigonus.

Just kidding, if Antigonus runs away with his uniqueness and sequence, then my side will be in real trouble.

"It would be great if I could negotiate with Him." Thinking did not affect Bethel's actions. He stepped back a little with an expressionless face, opened the door in front of him, and then threw a set of prepared combination skills directly through the door to the entangled God of War and Antigonus.

Suddenly, the special effects of extraordinary power overwhelmed them both.

There was a loud noise coming from Calderón, as if five or even four gods were fighting each other.

……

Benson Moretti pressed his temples, got out of the car first, then turned around, took his sister's hand and brought her down as well.

No one spoke to them along the way, and there was almost no light in the carriage, and no sound from outside could be heard. The dull silence made people feel strongly uneasy. Only the bumps and the sound of horse hooves in front of them let them know that they were still on the road.

Benson thought he would be taken to somewhere like MI9, after all, Klein was involved in subverting the country.

But he didn't expect that when he got off the car, what he saw was the Holy Wind Cathedral in Backlund.

Flags with the holy emblem fluttered, and faint sounds of prayers and wind could be heard from above. This grand building constructed of blue, white, and black, once the Holy Seat of the Church of Storms, welcomed two civilians who believed in the Goddess of Night for the first time.

Benson was a little dazed, and he didn't know whether he should step in. Melissa was even more dazed. She vaguely remembered that there was a rumor that women could not enter the church of the God of Thunder. Although there seemed to be no such rule, the Thunder Church had always advocated women to be "angels of the family" and did not support them to go out to work, so of course, women who believed in Thunder rarely appeared in the church.

Just as she worried, the Punisher's eyes lingered on Melissa for a while, and finally waved his hand:
"You all go in together and follow me."

"...Where are we going?" Benson held Melissa's hand tightly.

As a commoner who did not believe in the God of Thunder and Truth, he inevitably felt panic and fear before entering this tall and magnificent building, as if the gods were watching him, and as if his behavior was tantamount to blasphemy against the two gods.

"To the prayer room."

The Mandated Punisher said simply, "We will give you a name, and then you pray to that name."

"But - we can't pray to evil gods other than the righteous gods. This will bring misfortune!" Benson couldn't help but say, "I'm not involved in the incident, let alone a suspect. You can't use us as bait in such a simple and crude way. This is irresponsible for our lives!"

"Mr. Moretti, please stop using those rhetoric."

The Mandated Punisher shrugged nonchalantly and turned to walk forward. Benson was still hesitating when he suddenly felt the wind blowing from all directions, making his and Melissa's clothes rustle and making it almost impossible to open their eyes. The wind turned into an invisible big hand, pushing their backs, making them involuntarily hurry up to keep up with the Mandated Punisher's pace.

“You may not be able to imagine what your brother Klein Moretti has been exposed to and what he has been involved in. So, from now on, you and your sister will see another world.”

“What are you talking about?!” Benson held Melissa in his arms in embarrassment and said loudly, “If you can guarantee my sister’s safety, I am willing to be used as bait to pray to the unknown evil god!”

"That's not for me to decide." The Mandated Punisher shrugged.

After staggering for a while, Benson and Melissa suddenly felt that the wind that was pushing them forward had stopped. Then, a holy emblem appeared before their eyes. It was composed of thunder, waves, and towers. It was the holy emblem of the God of Thunder and Truth.

"Please pray to the Lord's holy symbol."

The Punisher said, handing a note to Benson.

Amid the seemingly tangible pressure, Benson took the note with slightly trembling hands, and saw a few prayer sentences written in Loenese on it.

"The Blessed One of Knowledge and the Spirit World"

"The Savior of Silver City and Moon City"

"Klein Moretti, the Miracle Worker"

……

The demon of knowledge is thinking about the birth of God:
"The prophecy shows that if no intervention is made, the God of Thunder will take over the entire northern continent except Intis. Although this action cannot be said to be of much help to His condition, it will at least cause me a lot of trouble."

“Although I have no interest in gaining followers or land here, I also don’t want to see Him become more and more difficult.”

“Perhaps I should consider tearing off the ‘omniscience’ from this guy and taking it away as soon as possible. I wonder to what extent He has merged with it.”

"From His current performance, on the one hand, He uses His own power to oppress and force others to become His believers and subordinates, trying to use more anchors to stabilize the situation. On the other hand, He is becoming more and more adept at using His two powers, and He is probably getting closer and closer to God. He is just the God of Thunder who subjectively hates God. I don't know what His future choice will be..."

“Klein Moretti’s personality strengths have been slightly revealed. He has a relatively simple sense of morality and cannot accept such behavior. He has made up his mind to fight against the God of Thunder, but he still lacks an element to become a god…”

After the Demon of Knowledge finished speaking, there was no response for several seconds.

The Demon of Knowledge turned around and saw that Edward was lying on a recliner that he had taken out at some point. He was wearing an eye mask with an abstract stick-drawn eye painted on it, with his hands folded on his chest, sleeping peacefully.

"How much do you sell your copy of the Secret Server?"

Edward didn't move.

"The God of Death will come and hit you later." The Demon of Knowledge said, "Do you accept this development?"

Edward lifted a corner of his eye mask and smiled brightly:

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Were you talking to me just now? There has been no movement for too long. I fell asleep. Is there anything a little devil like me can do for you?"

"I only have one problem, you know."

"Well... Honestly, I'd rather have that thing fall into my hands." Edward laughed. "But demons also need to have a more advanced investment vision, right? So I'm thinking about whether I can invest that thing directly in the River of Eternal Darkness."

"Just kidding, I'm also making a second-hand plan."

"Your second plan is to say that the other you is running around and causing me trouble?" The Demon of Knowledge crossed his arms. "Frank Lee just said loudly in the church that he wanted to thank me for my kindness and that he would offer me better crops. I did some divination and found out that it was your half-body pretending to be me and wandering around Cattleya's fleet."

Edward looked up at the sky: "He pretends to mind my business, but I didn't order him to do it."

"Don't mess around." The Demon of Knowledge said, "Does his appearance mean that you also want to get involved in the selection of the Lord of Mysteries? But you have already made a deal with me using the moon and Adam, so why do you want to let another you contact Klein Moretti? Do you want to break the contract?"

"No." Edward said decisively, "I am a demon with business ethics, how could I not believe you? I am afraid that you will be killed by God before you live to the day when the Eastern Continent opens."

"..."

The Demon of Knowledge looked at Him and said, "It seems that you intend to let the current you play the villain to the end."

“In that case, why don’t you let your half body participate in Klein’s deification ceremony and assist him. Then, Klein might not let you become the second Lamp God.”

TBC
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It seems like there are a few words missing, so I’ll make up for it tomorrow!