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

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In order to make your symbol more complete.

It is also for the "process" to produce a result.

The gods who have no concept of death and are not afraid of death walk on this road forever, and this pure desire and instinct is madness.

Life is authority, and death is just another kind of authority. Only living things will fear losing their lives, but how can high-dimensional creatures that exist in the form of eternal will be afraid? Unlike human self-consolation, death is indeed equivalent to a deep sleep for them, whether long or short, and they will eventually wake up.

"The extraordinary characteristics of those three pathways are not particularly important. The source is the core. I also want the Prisoner and Demon Paths, and I also want the symbol of the River of Eternal Darkness. As long as they don't explode after eating them, they are my adjacent pathways. Only in this way can they be considered complete!"

"Come and help me too! This is... the moment closest to our end!"

A strange laugh came from his throat, and the language he spoke was no longer any language that existed on Earth.

In the joy that came from the bottom of His heart, with a light "click" sound, a piece of His cheek and part of His eye peeled off - the eyes on the fragments looked like paintings, and the gap revealed an empty interior, like a hollow doll.

He reached out to take the fragment, thought about it, and then stuffed it back into the gap.

The wind of decay blew out from behind Him, and His harmless disguise was completely removed.

Elements such as wind, gravity, and water in the material world do not exist in the spiritual world, and time and space are also blurred. Therefore, the buildings in the spiritual world will not undergo the same changes as in the real world due to the passage of time outside. Just like the ancient underwater elf ruins once occupied by Kalvetuva, they have not been eroded by time for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and the brushstrokes and colors of the murals are still lifelike.

The same is true for Calderon.

——Until the god who symbolizes the withering of all things began to move.

It was obvious that He had always been near the River of Eternal Darkness, but it seemed as if He had only now suddenly appeared at the bank of this illusory river.

Wherever He walked, His footprints left a dark color of decay, expanding rapidly outward.

Calderon vibrated strangely, and two similar yet completely different forces began to fight against each other with it as the carrier. The river water felt the approach of a hostile breath and continued to surge out from the depths of the source. The misty river water created waves, as if it was preparing to brew a huge wave to cleanse the land polluted by His divine source.

Looking down from above, Calderon is a huge deep pit. Surrounding the huge deep hole where the Everdark River gushed out, there are many ruins of buildings, like an ancient Colosseum in the old days.

Calderon itself is a normal city, not the "Colosseum" it is now. It has become like this only because the center has been completely swallowed up by the river - this is different from the river water in reality. Through the fog, you can't see the "flooded" city wreckage, only the bottomless darkness and countless spirits and death marks floating aimlessly like aquatic animals.

Because of the threat posed by another god, the river sensed danger and was trying to surge up quickly to get more power from behind the seal.

That's when the change happened.

Before this, the damage to Calderon was mainly caused by the spiritual creatures that came here and the original battle. Although it was dilapidated, it was still almost the same as when it was thrown in by the "Phoenix" Gray Carrie.

But when that decaying world gradually overlapped with Calderon, incredible changes occurred on the ruins of this ancient Second Age city.

As soon as the strange mosses and vines climbed up the ruins, they dried up like fossils. The remaining stones gradually turned black and peeled off, showing various signs of erosion. It was as if the solidified time was broken, and the past thousands of years were compressed into these few seconds. The whole city decayed in the blink of an eye.

Although the scope of this change was extremely small, covering only Calderon, it was as if the spiritual world suddenly had the "passage of time".

Of course, this is just a change caused by the conflict and contact of the source symbol. In the spiritual world, time is still almost solidified, and there is still no distinction between space.

The spiritual world is an important authority and symbol of the "Lord of Mysteries". Therefore, under normal circumstances, unfriendly forces that attempt to forcibly invade the spiritual world will be sensed the first time and will be immediately rejected by the spiritual world and the Lord of Mysteries.

——However, long before the Everlasting Darkness River eroded the seal and came here, Calderon had already been polluted and became part of the Everlasting Darkness River, no longer bound by the spirit world. Even the current "Spirit World Master" needs to remove the pollution of the Everlasting Darkness River before he can regain control of this area.

Now that the incarnation of the River of Everlasting Darkness has appeared, Calderon and the path of the River of Everlasting Darkness have become an unobservable darkness.

Even Klein was out of reach, let alone the second force that controlled this space to resist foreign invasion.

The decaying world that was almost completely transparent quickly became real and revealed its true form after it had the "entity" of Calderon attached to it. It expanded outward at the speed of the wind and established a new territory on the Calderon ruins surrounding the Ever Dark River.

As if in the blink of an eye, the entire Calderon was suddenly enveloped by a dark and obscure world.

This is like a world that has been "used up", but even worse. The "ground" underfoot will turn into black fine sand if you step on it lightly. The severely desertified land does not have any nutrients for life to grow. There is no sun here. Countless dying planets are suspended in disorder to form the sky of this world. Some are incomplete, as if a piece of them has been broken off, some reveal dead black star cores, and some are like parts of the limbs of some giant creatures... They are bound and hidden behind the mist that will never dissipate, reflecting the faint light from the stars hundreds of thousands of light years away.

It is difficult to describe this new scene with human language, because it is weird yet has a decadent beauty.

The tall mountains completely blocked the light, and everything remained forever in a still gray.

There seemed to be wreckage of buildings in the distance, with faint shadows moving among them. The intermittent wind brought distant sounds, as if some dying creature was wailing faintly.

They are not calling for help, but longing for death.

The concept of life here seems to be suppressed to the extreme. The whole world is dying, but it is not dead, suffering in the torture between life and death.

This is not a kingdom of God through some means, but a scene created by directly transmitting the power of the source through the incarnation that has already descended as a "link" - some of the things presented are illusory, symbols of some extraordinary ability and authority, and some are real projections in the starry sky.

Even His own body, which was the "vessel of God's descent", began to distort, becoming increasingly unreal. Cracks and pale green half-decayed flowers entangled His body, dragging Him to the ground, burying and crushing His limbs like a forest eroding a building. Flowers with bluish-black edges grew from His eyes, and endless dead branches and vines grew from all parts of His body, as if His interior had completely become a container for these strange plants.

"I won't let you down, so don't let me down either."

After saying this in spirit, His emotions suddenly rose again, and His body shattered, but the entire desolate world laughed and shouted:
"The demon of knowledge! The demon of knowledge!"

"Come here! I made a promise with you, now it's time for you to fulfill it and help me!"

……

The trajectory of the river of destiny suddenly appeared in Ouroboros' eyes.

Before he could see clearly the revelation that fate had given him, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

The God of Destiny suddenly raised his head, and then found himself next to the ruins of a city that He did not recognize.

The sky was covered with hazy fog, revealing a dark halo. The air was slightly cool, and there was an indescribable sense of unreality and ethereality.

There was a cold touch spreading under his feet, which seemed to be some kind of liquid. Ouroboros slowly lowered his head and found that it was the spreading sea water, but the sea water was a deep scarlet color.

Looking towards the hazy horizon, this scarlet stretch extends to the end of the field of vision.

The chill from the bottom of one's heart is creepy, as if one has glimpsed into a picture of hell.

This is a sea of ​​blood.

Ouroboros was stunned. This was a prophecy that couldn’t be more straightforward. “Sea of ​​blood” was a simple and common hint, often representing something “extremely large”, “caused by a force that cannot be understood by the current sequence and status”, “a huge danger of many deaths”. For Ouroboros, who had become a god, there was no “force that cannot be understood”, so this prophecy had only one direction.

He took a step forward, and the sea of ​​blood and the hazy dark sky shattered like a mirror.

After escaping from the prophecy given to him by the River of Destiny, Ouroboros was about to look into the distance when he suddenly discovered that Medici was also gazing at the world outside the spiritual world with a look that was quite familiar to him.

In the past, if the angel of war looked into the distance with such an expression, the flames of war and iron hooves would surely fall from the sky soon.

Ouroboros had a very bad feeling in his heart, and before Medici could speak, he asked:
"What are you looking at?"

"I saw a huge battlefield."

Medici answered Him in a very normal tone, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a hint of smile:
"From the southernmost valley of the southern continent to the snowfield at the highest latitude of the northern continent, someone is suggesting that I blow the horn to trample the earth and dye it all bloody. I see a war sweeping the entire world. Mortals will be burned to charcoal in the furnace of war, and gods will also be burned by the flames, leaving painful marks. No one will be spared... This will be my farewell gift to this planet before I head to the starry sky."

His voice was gentle, and his appreciative eyes were like a skilled craftsman looking at a high-quality rough stone waiting to be carved, but the content of his voice made people unable to help but realize his identity as the "Destroyer of Natural Disaster" again.

The symbol of disaster and war spoke in a surprisingly poetic way. He described the bloody and horrific battlefield as if he was describing a painting he had created.

At the same time, these words sounded like a declaration of war. The God of War wanted a world filled with blood. He not only enjoyed all of this, but also regarded it as a "gift" - this was a little unimaginable in the past. Even if the "Red Angel" had no kindness and empathy for humans, and did not mind using his own conspiracies and wars to make the world fear his existence, he was far from treating them as playthings or part of his own work.

Ouroboros watched, thought, and remained silent.

If it were a human, they would probably feel terrified and uneasy as their friend was suddenly invaded by divinity and had his temperament changed drastically.

However, to Ouroboros, this look of Medici was actually somewhat familiar... The "Red Angel" gradually acquired the same way of thinking and heart as humans because of the spiritual connection with countless humans and non-humans. So before this, as a mythical creature that had never communicated with humans and was only given some education by the Creator, it was natural that it was as violent and crazy as the boiling magma and wildfires in the wild land where it was born.

Even though they don't know what destruction and killing are, they repeat such actions, appreciating the despair and fear at the moment when life is destroyed. In this way, they feel happy and fill their incomplete hearts.

How many years have passed since then?

"Big Snake, you saw it too, right?" Medici turned his head suddenly and looked at Ouroboros, his eyes burning with cruel expectation:
"How did this promised battle for me appear in the eyes of fate?"

When Ouroboros was silent and considering his words, Medici suddenly waved his hand again, interrupting his thoughts, and said to himself:
"Forget it, don't tell me. Only I can define my battlefield. If you give me an answer, my actions will inevitably be affected. Wouldn't that mean I am being suppressed by the river of fate? In this case, you should just follow me. I will definitely win in the end anyway. Orochi, shall we go?"

As He spoke, He walked directly out of the spirit world, His steps were so fast that His entire back was exposed to Ouroboros, completely defenseless.

After walking for a distance, Medici suddenly realized that Ouroboros had not caught up with him. He turned back in confusion:
"Big snake?"

After a moment of silence, the Serpent of Fate spoke:

"I see this behavior as extremely dangerous, because there are almost no people in the world who are not believers in God."

"He has returned, and he will not be willing to see his followers being slaughtered and tortured again. Moreover, the Lord of Mysteries seems to want to fight for control of the earth. Your actions will bring you unimaginable negative situations. Even if you can be considered an old one now, you need to think carefully."

Medici chuckled, "It's rare to hear you talk so much."

"But what you said does make some sense." Medici pulled out a dagger from his waist, threw it up and caught it in his hand, repeating the action as he began to think.

Ouroboros narrowed his eyes slightly: As far as he could remember, his friends had no such habit, so who did this behavior and habit belong to?

After repeating this several times, Medici probably felt bored and casually put the dagger back into the leather sheath. He turned sideways to Ouroboros, not paying attention to the latter's scrutinizing and thoughtful look, and muttered:

"But it makes sense. What I want most now is a good war to stretch my muscles and brand this poor asteroid with the mark of a destructive disaster. If you tell me that those humans are believers that both the Mystery and God want to fight for, then wouldn't they be more worthy of being destroyed by me?"

Ouroboros's advice failed to stop Medici, and even had the opposite effect. Medici's face showed excitement:
"I can't wait to see the angry looks on their faces."

Looking at his friend's familiar yet unfamiliar profile, the god watching fate was speechless for a moment. As a completely mythical creature that had not been a human for a long time, Ouroboros did not think that it was wrong to start a war against those humans, but he did not think it was right either. He just felt nothing and ignored all that happened. However, at this moment, the idea of ​​rejection remained in his heart. This was not because Ouroboros suddenly sympathized with humans, but because he felt that "Medici" would not do such a thing.

If He persisted in doing so, He would consider not giving the blessing.

The attitude of neither supporting nor denying is a state of "disapproval" that rarely appears when they cooperate.

Just when Ouroboros was ready to quietly watch the destructive disaster befall the earth, Medici suddenly burst into laughter.

"Big Snake, are you serious?"

He seemed to have suddenly completed a very successful prank, and laughed so happily that Ouroboros thought He might wipe away tears:
"Just kidding, I have never been interested in torturing weak lives! Even if I want to trample on them, the prerequisite is that I look at them squarely."

"But the humans now don't provoke me, they don't curse the Lord, and I haven't told them the God and secrets they believe in so that they can conquer me. Besides, doesn't Klein still care about the Earth? How could I waste my energy on meaningless things? They are not important at all."

"This isn't even a conspiracy, Orochi. You were fooled by me."

Medici wiped his nose with his bent index finger, looked at Ouroboros, and also looked at his own reflection in his eyes, then turned and walked towards Ouroboros disapprovingly:
"Why are you still standing? We are already in the audience."

"Just watch the other guys on the field fight to the death. If Klein is in danger, I will find a chance to help him."

He... Ouroboros' heart moved slightly, and he whispered:

"I was indeed deceived by you."

"I won't do that." Medici yawned, found a rock to lie down on, closed his eyes, and looked like he didn't care at all.

"I just say something that fits my current status occasionally. It's just a joke. I just want to tease you since you seem unhappy."

"……That's good."

Ouroboros said nothing more, nor asked any more questions. He just stood quietly beside Him, welcoming the peaceful moment that they both understood each other.

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"…Are you kidding?"

Bethel Abraham stood in front of the French window of his study, and the transparent spiritual creature beside him, like a jellyfish, gradually disappeared into the real world.

Although He is now only at Sequence 2, He was once a "gate" after all. Even though He fell from this status, Klein did not completely take away His partial authority over Sefirah Castle, as well as His control over the spirit world and all spirit world creatures.

Therefore, He accidentally overheard the conversation between the two familiar guys.

Bethel had nothing to say to Medici and Ouroboros, so this eavesdropping was a complete accident. They had some friendship before, but that ended with the end of the Third and Fourth Ages, not to mention that he had helped kill Medici.

After Bethel became a god, he did not go to kill Ouroboros and Medici again, and when Bethel lost in the battle for the Lord of Mysteries, they did not come to add insult to injury. This was the tacit understanding of the ancients. As smart people, it is better for both parties to not interact with each other unless necessary. Even though they are all friends of Klein in a sense, there has been no interaction or cooperation so far.

After hearing Medici's words from the reports of the creatures in the spiritual world and his instinctive prayers to the "Master of the Spirit World", Bethel suddenly felt a chill running up his spine, making his scalp almost explode. Bethel himself should not have had such a reaction. Even when he heard Klein say "The Mystery has been resurrected in my body", he did not lose his composure. However, Medici's words and the current power gap between the two made Bethel almost instantly feel the huge instinctive fear when the "sun fell".

Each of His extraordinary abilities, each of His instinctive reactions after hearing these words, and the vague fragments of His remaining perception as an "astrologer" all proved one thing - the Scourge of Destruction had this ability and intended to put His words into practice.

Only now did Bethel slowly loosen his clenched fist, and his palms became slightly damp.

Is that a joke?
No, He is serious about destroying natural disasters!

At that moment, He really wanted to do it!!

He really wanted to ravage the entire world at that time, let everything fall into war, and walk away calmly with a laugh in the wrath of God and the mystery - because when the two of them were present, they would regard each other as the first target, and it would be impossible for them to cooperate against other gods.

Even if there is a reckoning later, it will be a long, long time in the future.

What makes Bethel even more frightened is not only this, the one who spoke was the natural disaster of destruction, but the one who did it was Medici. It would probably not take long for Him to wipe out the human beings on the earth, and He could even "trample" them down in the true sense...and if so many people died on the earth at once, considering the identity of the person who did it, it goes without saying who will suffer greater harm.

Klein's mental balance might be broken once again on the spot!

After witnessing such a scene, He would most likely go crazy and destroy the natural disaster, giving God an opportunity to attack Him.

Klein lost himself, God lost his pasture, and the only beneficiaries were the Scourge of Destruction—and the Lord of Mysteries.

If this incident really happened, perhaps the Lord of Mysteries would not go to the trouble of destroying the natural disaster, but would take advantage of the situation to rob God after returning.

"This is no joke."

"I have a careful plan to destroy the natural disaster, and I have a comprehensive plan to get out of it safely. I am really planning to take action..."

"but……"

"…He didn't do that. It seems that Medici stopped Him."

Spiritual beings only transmit information and cannot see the picture, so Bethel did not know what happened during the period of Medici's silence. But He only needed to know one thing: the destruction of the natural disaster was about to be put into practice, and Medici said it was just a joke to Ouroboros.

Bethel muttered to himself with a serious expression and did not speak for a long time.

After a silence that was long enough for Him, Bethel sighed, and when he looked toward the spiritual world again, his eyes had become deep.

“Even though I haven’t found my extraordinary characteristics as a recorder yet, I already have so many things to record.”

"The same goes for Medici, the Creator, and Klein... You guys are so abominable."

He took a deep look out the window. Even though his current abilities were no longer enough to participate in their war, he knew that there were still things he had to do.

Bethel turned around and sat back at the desk. He raised his hand as usual, wanting to summon himself to record, then slowly put his hand down and went to the bookshelf that the younger generations of Abraham's family had carefully selected and filled for him. From the "Fifth Chronicle" and various domestic and foreign literary works, as well as the acting rules and travel notes that the younger generations had quietly stuffed into the bookshelf in the hope of getting comments from their ancestors, he solemnly selected a thick, exquisite, brand new book.

He flipped through the notebook, then sat back down at the desk, assembled the latest model of fountain pen with elegant but somewhat stiff movements, and filled it with ink; with his somewhat unfamiliar but most solemn and serious attitude, he wrote the first word on the title page, followed by the second... and a whole sentence.

[In memory of the many shining souls I have witnessed]

【Contributed by an anonymous recorder】

TBC
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came back!
Five chapters in a row, updated all the way to the end! Five chapters in total, the second chapter will be at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, and then there will be a chapter every five hours, and there will be a postscript chapter after the main text is finished! -
I looked at the list of performers for this Spring Festival Gala. What kind of show will our crew perform? To be honest, I'm very disappointed. The True Creator came on stage and told Klein some jokes about the Old Age. The Aurora members below also grew several extra hands to applaud. The conspiracy is too obvious. Who else put God in to write the script? What are you doing? Why don't you go to His stomach and rescue the real chief planner Adam? ? Rather than letting the Mystery be the host while touching his monocle and saying "I miss you all so much", it would be better to let the God of War perform a sword dance or the Night Lilith sing a chorus? Where's Medici? Did you break up the negotiation with the Ring of Fate? They don't want to make a guest appearance at all! Destruction Scourge is not allowed to go on stage! If it doesn't work, let Leodero come up and sing. His barcarolle is still very good. Tarot Club, you just sit there and watch your Lord applaud and do nothing. Come up and perform and make dumplings together! I hope everyone can do more meaningful things instead of wasting time all day. They all look very capable at ordinary times, but they were not serious in the Spring Festival Gala. Everyone should reflect on this and not make a fool of themselves in front of the Starry Sky audience.

(Applying hair gel) (Combing hair) (Wearing a neat suit) (Sunny and confident smile) (Holding microphone) (Shiny leather shoes) (Going on stage)
Dear audience friends! Dear readers!

Happy New Year!!! (End of this chapter)