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

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Can I really touch the uniqueness of the moon?

Facing the uniqueness of the "moon" that was gradually approaching her, Lilith's heart was beating fast, but she could not show any fear on her face, and still maintained that gentle, beautiful smile that was full of the radiance of maternal love.

His condition had just stabilized not long ago, and the "Moon" showed such subjective initiative. He should not take the initiative to contact it according to both emotion and reason - but Lilith was really worried. He was worried that he would die now because of his lack of ability, or that he would lose control and be wiped out on the spot because of his failure to accommodate uniqueness, or that he would become the incarnation or daughter of the "Mother" on the Moon.

Each of these three possibilities seems terrible, and Lilith can't say whether it is worse to erase her self and become the "daughter" of the Mother Goddess from the bottom of her heart, or to be killed directly. Anyway, she doesn't want to die.

Thinking of this, Lilith's outstretched hand showed signs of retracting.

For a moment, He wanted to escape immediately and just turn around and run. After all, the star realm was not blocked and He could easily escape from the battlefield.

He didn't have many opportunities to help. At most, he could restore Leodro's status and eliminate negative effects. This made Lilith feel that she could escape with her vampires and believers. She might not live long. She might be caught up and killed by the vengeful incarnation of the source, or captured by the Mother Goddess when she entered the starry sky... But at least she wouldn't die now and didn't have to face three death options.

Otherwise, no matter what option he chooses now, it will only be a different way of dying!
However, his own path directly symbolizes the "Fallen Mother Goddess", and he will not be able to survive even if he leaves the earth.

Even the last road was blocked.

As the goddess symbolizing life, She clearly has the symbol of the life cycle of "spring, summer, autumn and winter" in Her own path, but She still cannot help trembling. She fears death, fears her own death. There is no life that is not afraid of death.

Thinking of this, Lilith suddenly felt a bottomless regret and resentment in her heart. In this way, wouldn't He have nowhere to go to escape? There was only one outcome in the world before him, that is, He would either die or go crazy. At this moment, He could clearly empathize with humans. Did humans live in such fear day and night? Even angels have a limit to their lifespan, and even gods cannot live forever.

If it were just like this, at least they treated everyone equally in terms of cruelty. However, in a world where everything dies, there are still people who live forever at the top.

After hundreds or even thousands of years of hard work, one believes that one is on the road to becoming the highest, only to discover in the very end that what one thought was the "end" is actually the dining table of some existing being.

...So that's it.

It turns out that I wasn't afraid of death, but I hated the fact that the one who could live forever was not me.

For a moment, He thought, If only I had never existed.

But whether she wished she had died someday in the past, or hated herself for being born as the incarnation of the "Red Moon", it was too late. All the roads in front of Lilith led to death, with only slight differences in the date and method of death. The humanity in Lilith's heart, or the blood race, had never been so active. She wanted to escape, find a place to cry, or just stare at the moon in a daze.

The Hidden Sage suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly:

"Rise up."

"Moon Girl."

The black-haired ancient goddess smiled at Lilith. Her body floated up again, and she opened her arms and ran towards Lilith with a smile like a child.

She turned into a red moonlight, and instead of holding Lilith's outstretched hand, she threw herself directly on Him and hugged His shoulders.

Into His body.

Lilith's eyes widened, her body froze, and countless blood-red words suddenly appeared around her, "Look at the moon", "Mother is watching us", "Praise the moon"... These words written in various languages ​​were the information contaminated by the uniqueness of the "moon". These words seemed to have life and formed circles. At a glance, Lilith was surrounded by countless "moons"!
It was as if a red moon suddenly descended on the battlefield, the sky of the starry sky was dyed blood red, and the lightning disappeared.

The Hidden Sage took the opportunity to retreat and stopped fighting, and Leodro paused for a moment in horror. Chick in the distance was even more horrified and wished he could run away from the star realm immediately.

Do not!
impossible!
How powerful is the Hidden Sage himself? Unless he is crazy, it is impossible for the Demon of Knowledge to directly attract the Mother Goddess to this place!
Chick screamed in his heart. His mind told him that this was impossible. But in fact, the atmosphere of the entire star realm froze at this moment. Even the Son of Chaos temporarily stopped besieging and strangling Chick, and looked in the direction of Lilith with extreme vigilance.

After a moment of surprise, Leodero reacted quickly. He used his "authority" to perform miracles, causing the entire northern continent of the real world to be suddenly filled with lightning and thunder, dark clouds, and strong winds that blew up the dust and debris on the ground into the sky.

He clearly knew that Lilith was in a good and not-so-good state, so he immediately provided support. The aura of the gods directly pressed down on the shoulders of almost everyone in the Northern Continent like a mountain. The majesty of the "tyrant" temporarily diluted their piety to the emperor. After all, life was more important. The power of the gods forced them to bow their heads in the violent thunder and hurricane, kneel on the ground in order not to be swept away, and pray like crazy to calm the anger of the gods.

But it was not Leodero whom they prayed to.

Everyone was calling out a name: "Mother Earth Goddess Lilith!"

……

"puff!"

Emlyn sprayed a mouthful of hot coffee directly onto his assistant, staring at the people around him who suddenly changed their god and started praying, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The Mother Goddess is the Originator… The Originator is the Mother Goddess… The Mother Goddess… Emlyn was completely stunned and did not notice that his hair was becoming thicker.

Similar things happened one after another in the blood clan’s settlements.

……

Rorsted Archipelago.

Alger paced back and forth anxiously, holding a brand new, crisp piece of paper in his hand.

He looked up at the sky, then down at the long, thin piece of paper in his hand. Although Alger knew that he was not to blame for what happened this time, he was still very anxious, and could not help but think of the punishment he received for messing up when he was in the Church of Storms. He kept praying and organizing his words in his heart, anxiously waiting for Mr. Fool to respond to his report.

“Mr. Fool is a great and reasonable being. He should, should not…”

He was now worried, and he hadn't even told the envoy Danitz, because the seal room of the "Sea God Church" had been robbed. Without anyone knowing the reason for the loss, a special seal was taken away.

This sealed object is "Groselle's Travels".

The reason why the word "taken" was used instead of "stolen" was because the check in Alger's hand was of unknown origin, but it could be exchanged for up to 500,000 gold pounds at any bank.

Because the resources of the "Sea God Church" are limited, in order to prevent accidents, the Level 1 and Level 0 seals have long been moved to the base of Feysac along with Silver City and Moon City. The seals placed here are relatively mild and harmless. "The Travels of Groselle", which has been confirmed to no longer pull outsiders into it, is naturally placed in it, and it is placed in a safe area with less supervision.

What made Alger even more frightened was that he just suddenly had the urge to go to the sealed room for a tour. Just like wanting to go for a walk after sitting for a long time, he naturally wanted to check the situation in the sealed room and walked over.

As the "uncrowned pope", he had no need to inspect the sealing room. When he entered, it happened to be his shift.

He noticed at a glance that there was nothing on the platform where "The Travels of Groselle" was originally placed, but the patrolling guards turned a blind eye to it. Only he saw this brand new check on it, which looked as if it had just been printed.

Alger noticed something was wrong, so he quickly walked over and tried to touch the check after taking protective measures. The check was just an ordinary check with the bank's seal. When he picked up the check, the other guards woke up from their dreams and found with pale faces that a sealed object had been stolen. But in the face of such an overwhelming power gap, how could Alger blame them?

Miss Justice had shared the audience's mid- and high-sequence abilities, and Alger immediately realized that this should be a "hypnosis" ability. His small church had actually been ruined by a demigod or even higher-level audience! Now that he thought about it, his "sudden impulse" was the influence of a high-sequence power. It was someone else who made him go there, and Alger felt from the bottom of his heart that it was his own idea!
If such a strong man took action, it means that this book must have other secrets... Why didn't Mr. Fool respond... Is this book not important? Or does Mr. Fool have other plans?

Forget it, I can't speculate on the gods. Anyway, this is my fault for not supervising. I must do a self-examination with the messenger of God. Alger silently walked back and forth in his office. After a while, he decided to go out for some fresh air.

Just then, he heard someone knocking on his office door.

Danitz? Did someone report it missing?
Alger went over to open the door. The plain wooden door opened inward, and Alger saw a strange young man standing behind the door. He was wearing a retro robe, a top hat, and a lot of fancy accessories.

"I am a wandering magician."

The young man introduced himself before Alger spoke. Perhaps the experience of being rejected last time played a role. He said, "My magic is to fulfill other people's wishes. I am the one who can help you solve the problem. You can tell me your wish."

"..."

Alger looked at the wandering magician in confusion. After a moment, a guess came to his mind, and he asked cautiously:
"signal?"

The wandering magician blinked and lowered his voice like Alger did: "...Praise the Fool?"

It seems to be a High-Sequence Powerful One who believes in Mr. Fool!
Although he had seen the "Angel of Death", "Angel of Fate", "Angel of Punishment" and "Angel of Redemption" many times in the holy books compiled by the City of Silver, it was the first time that Alger encountered a strange believer of "The Fool" in real life. Moreover, there were so many angels, but not even a single saint. It was obvious how much imagination the people of the East Continent had used to polish and beautify it.

Alger was half relieved, but the other half was still on guard, carefully avoiding leaking any information:

"Praise the Fool! It turns out that we are compatriots who believe in the same god. In this case, you should know why I am seeking help. What are you going to do?"

"of course."

The wandering magician nodded and spoke without hesitation, then said: "You encountered an angel from the 'audience' path."

Alger's mind was confused.

The wandering magician didn't care about Alger's expression at all, and continued, "I did some divination on the way here, and the one who took away Groselle's Travels was the ancient Hermes, an angel from the Church of the Creator of Intis."

Angel, Hermes... Ancient Hermes, this specific adjective implies that the other party is the one who created the Hermes language? Then, then His life span, why was "Groselle's Travels" taken away by such a being, why did such a being stand on the opposite side of us... Alger seemed to have a visible rotating progress bar in his mind, and a large amount of information dispelled his anxiety.

After a few seconds, he suddenly turned his eyes away from the wandering magician's face, looked left and right at the ground, unable to utter a word.

The only one who could mention an angel in such a nonchalant manner could be another angel... Yes, "He" could predict the person who took "Groselle's Travels", so their status should be similar... Alger lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other person.

"Groselle's Travels" has a great background!

Alger suddenly had an idea: Could it be that Mr. World rescued Vice Admiral Iceberg and obtained this book because of the secret hidden in it?
But now it has been stolen. Does it mean that the secret has not been known yet and it still has value?
No one except Mr. Fool knows its value, and He didn’t tell them, so it was just placed carelessly in an inconspicuous place in the sealed room. Could it be that Mr. Fool deliberately put out this bait, waiting for others to take it away before they know what the secret is?
But the wandering magician did not answer the questions that kept popping up in Alger's mind. After saying these words, he took the check for five hundred thousand pounds from Alger's hand and looked at it for a long time before looking at him:
"Leave this matter to me."

"Besides that, you can make me a wish."

"Make a wish?" Alger was stunned for a moment, and had not yet recovered from the conspiracy he had imagined in his mind. He had many wishes, such as hoping to become stronger, to make more people become believers of sea cucumbers to expand his sphere of influence, and to end the matter of the Rorsted Islands as soon as possible. He also wanted to develop in the more prosperous and vast Feysac... But the premise for establishing so many wishes was the same, so Alger hardly thought about it, and said humbly with his head down:

“I hope to have the opportunity to go further.”

The wandering magician glanced at Alger and said with a smile, "Your wish will come true. Your promotion will be successful."

After saying that, Mr. Magician suddenly disappeared, leaving only the check floating on the carpet in front of Alger.
Wait, you didn't say which promotion it was... You didn't say which promotion it was! Alger suddenly understood, and his breathing became heavier. He bent down to pick up the check on the ground, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He panted and half-crouched on the floor, ready to immediately mix the complete "Disaster Priest" materials into a magic potion, but suddenly came to his senses and felt that the surroundings seemed to be a little different.

It was the early hours of the morning and the warm golden sunlight was streaming in through the windows, but now it had a reddish sheen to it.

Alger raised his head slowly, bit by bit.

The sunlight was mixed with red, and the sky seemed to become dark. A red full moon seemed to be hanging in the sky, hiding behind the clouds, and its shadow was dim.

"The moon...is it out at this time?"

Alger was a little dazed. He didn't think much of it at first, until he saw the potted plant on his office windowsill begin to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye under the red light. Only then did he suddenly realize the seriousness of the problem.

The red moon represents the negative force, and when the negative force erupts it is the "blood moon" - but even with the blood moon, it is only more spiritually active in mysticism, and it does not have the power to accelerate the growth of plants with just its light!

What happened? Is such power dangerous to humans?

Alger didn't dare to think too much. He quickly pulled down the curtains to stop the potted plants from growing, and then rushed out with an umbrella.

"Go back inside!" He shouted to everyone he saw, using the wind to blow them back inside. The vegetation along the way was growing rapidly. The creeper on the chapel of the Church of Poseidon was only two or three meters tall, but now it had slowly climbed up to the roof. Alger used the wind blade to cut off a section of it, but he didn't expect that the creeper that fell to the ground would take root firmly in the ground and continue to grow!
"The power of life... Moonlight has the power of life!"

Alger didn't dare to think too much, he ran towards the place where he collected the materials.

Now only strength can give him temporary peace of mind!

TBC
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At the same time, in the south of the southern continent.

In the midst of darkness and desolation, the skeleton of a feathered serpent was thrown fiercely out from the dead and cold fog. After rolling several times on the ground and smashing half of the mountain range, it finally lay on the ground motionless.

boom!
A giant claw pressed down, crushing the bones of the feathered serpent that was as big as a mountain. The broken bones rotted and turned black into mud in an instant. The head of the feathered serpent was raised high as if struggling to death, and it let out a silent roar. A moment later, its body turned into ashes and ceased to exist.

The Styx surged, and countless undead spirits gathered around the ship hidden in the "secret fog" and quietly descended, floating silently on the "sea". Such a huge entity was nowhere to be found, and only skeletons could be seen wandering on the land, and dragons, giants, and countless huge skeletons struggled to reach out from under the soil, trying to drag down living things and even the entire world.

The spirit of Quetzalcoatl seemed to be completely wiped out, but He knew that the spirit that had already devoted itself to the source would not die completely. This loyal angel would crawl out from the bottom of the river again and again, and would never stop attacking Him.

"Are you dead?" He asked in his mind, "If you are not dead, can you do something?"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it." A voice in his mind also answered Him, "I will try to make you die outside. I'm leaving now."

The communication between the selves began and ended in an instant, and behind the fog, there seemed to be a faint red light shining through.