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On the ruins of the Aurora Stronghold, Ace Snake found a substitute who was busy running around, and asked in a deep voice, "How?" ”

"Yes! Report to the Archbishop! ”

The leader of the substitute punishment team stood up and replied in a loud voice: "All the blasphemous certificates have been destroyed, and the relevant personnel are receiving requiems and amnesia in the Night Church, and some of the substitute punishments are showing signs of losing control, but they have all been controlled, and the remnants of the murals and sculptures are now being recovered." ”

"Well done."

Ace Snake nodded calmly, and the mood that had been shrouded in haze for many days finally improved. Due to his two consecutive miscalculations and dereliction of duty in the "Apostle of Desire" and the previous "Eastside Caping Incident", he is about to be transferred out of Beckland, leaving the Cathedral of the Holy Wind and going somewhere on the sea.

After tomorrow, he should leave and let the Bishop of the "Deep Blue Priest" Bishop, Radar Valentin, who has accumulated enough seniority, take office.

This made him feel both a little melancholy and a vague comfort, and it was indeed not a good thing for him to be impetuous.

Perhaps leaving the glitzy interior and heading to the seas of the Lord of the Storm will allow you to return to basics and digest potions. It is only when we face the waves and storms that we can feel the will and power of the Lord on a deeper level.

He gave a few more instructions, wanting to put an end to his unsatisfactory tenure at Beckland.

After the leader of the substitute punisher team left, St. Anthony, the archbishop of the Church of the Night, floated in, and after a few words of greeting, the Bishop of the Night, who knew the other party's straightforward nature, asked directly: "Is there a clue?" ”

Ace Snake shook his head: "No." ”

"There is no trace of the angel, and there is no remnant, she was not here at all at the time of the incident, and she did not come back after the incident."

"That is, only a few blasphemous murals and sculptures."

St. Anthony's brow furrowed, and he did not want to run into the angel, and he was relieved to see that everything was safe. In the event of certain death, His Excellency the Pope and His Highness Arianna will not have time to rescue.

But as soon as he thought of his subordinate being seriously injured by the other party because of his emotional out-of-control, his voice couldn't help but feel a little cold: "Aurora will run really fast, and only captured some ordinary believers and low-level extraordinaires, this purge should be enough to teach them a lesson." It's a pity that the Dark Sage who was suspected to be here at the time of the incident and Mr. A, who assassinated Ambassador Intis, all escaped, probably through extraordinary items such as "Travelers", and the key is where they went in such a short period of time. ”

"Even if it is an extraordinary item of the demigod-level traveler path, it should be impossible to transfer nearly a hundred people at one time!"

Ace Snake shook his voice and said: "Our raid is completely secret, they didn't have time to deal with it, they were caught off guard from the beginning, but they actually ran so much, it doesn't make sense at all!" ”

"I suspect the cultists only teleported short distances!"

"There's a good chance they're still in Beckland!"

St. Anthony lowered the volume of the four consecutive exclamation point speeches of the Singer of God to prevent the bishops' conversations from being heard by the surrounding members. However, he agreed with Ace Snake's reasoning, adding, "It's also very suspicious that the Aurora Society's Dark Sages didn't come out to fight at all, they shouldn't be the type to actively run away. ”

"But he was right, and they moved almost all of the people and seals, leaving only the church and the collapsed stronghold."

"Maybe it's because they were scared out of their hearts when they saw us, not to mention the person with the heart of the machine next to us. Anyway, if you can't win, it's better to run away. Ace Snake said nonchalantly.

"It's the most likely thing."

After St. Anthony finished speaking, he couldn't help but tease the other party:

"If you've always been so rational and judgmental, you probably wouldn't have to leave Beckland."

Ace Snake's face suddenly turned to a thunderstorm, and he snorted heavily, turning into a bolt of lightning and disappearing from the spot.

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The conquerors who were born for chaos and will carry war to the whole world have more or less firmly believed in the idea that no matter whether they are defeated or embarrassed in life, at least their own death should be magnificent, just like the sighing and vigorous characters in history books and legends. Brilliant through life, when it fell, it was like a meteorite smashed into the ground from the sky, and the last residual temperature can still turn the surrounding into a lava dead place that is not close to the living, and burn for another hundred years.

But in reality? At that time, the three clusters of fire that burned the most in the world were supposed to devour each other, fight each other, and decide the final winner for a long time, but one day they were completely drenched by a sudden dark cloud. The thunder was deafening, the Blood Emperor's chariot rolled forward in the thunderclouds, and the sound of ill-intentioned laughter and the majestic rain came abruptly, and in an instant all the burning fires were extinguished.

When you open your eyes, this eerie underground temple has remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if it will always be a suitable place to store corpses.

The chains died in the sunlight, and the relatively fresh corpses of the descendants of Tudor in the corners, or the remains of the three conquerors who had been bound for a thousand years, were slowly disembodied in the light.

After receiving confirmation from the true Creator, Edward immediately withdrew his spirituality, and the warm sunlight slowly retracted under the dark gray shell of the stone, reverting to the inconspicuous form of gold thread. Sauron and Einhorn gave up thinking when the voice of the true creator came, but after half a minute of seeing death as if they were at home, they realized that there were no unspeakable whispers in their heads, and they did not suddenly become devout believers in the true creator, and the two conquerors immediately guessed in disbelief.

Edward held the cross, wondering whether to continue to wear it as a charm on his ears or in his pocket. Seeing Medici's longing expression, Edward thought for a second and handed her the cross.

The Red Evil Spirit was very happy, and did not say anything unpleasant. When it is not infused with spirituality, it is just a nice ornament, and Medici holds it, solemnly holds it in the palm of his hand, clasps his hands, closes his eyes and prays.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to leave something here."

After a moment, she opened her eyes, first integrated the "Red Priest Card" into the spirit body to strengthen herself, and then waved her hand and threw the other extraordinary properties to Edward, turning her head and asking, "Do you have any candles?" ”

"Nope."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't."

Medici spoke, drawing a pitiful amount of power from his own spirit, grabbing a bone of a Tudor descendant, rubbing it in his hand to pull out a candle of a suspicious color. But in this basement, such a dark color just doesn't attract attention.

With the blood of Tudor's descendants as anointing oil, and the breath of evil spirits and curses as the wick, a candle full of malice is ready.

Medici placed the candle, which was about the size of his little thumb, on the chair facing the door, and clapped his hands for a long time, and the two conquerors in the ceremony did not stop them, and even watched Medici toss upside down with anticipation. Sauron gloated: "I didn't expect you to be quite merciful, dying here is definitely a great gift and a good death for the Tuduo bloodline, right?" ”

"Who knows?" The Red Evil Spirit grinned.

Medici muttered to herself in a chant-like tone: "You know, we've been crazy for thousands of years, barely coming to our senses thanks to a few unsightly intruders and her two little descendants. Curse your blood, and bring calamity to your sins—but what is the value of this? ”

The mouth on the left burst into laughter, and Sauron's voice was full of ironic joy like revenge: "Pound is not Tudor after all, and Pound's heir is not Arista after all!" They came from her, inherited from her, and continued her madness without the power of the Blood Emperor. Obviously he dares to trespass and talk to evil spirits in a grand manner, but he follows the rules as a lawyer, tearing his chest and chewing his throat to discard useless extraordinary characteristics. What does this blood smell like? I haven't even tasted it! ”

Einhorn laughed coldly, and then Sauron's words continued: "If he doesn't report himself, I can only feel the blood of Tudor. It's a pity that they came here because they couldn't find a way out, and they came to the ruins of the glorious promotion of their ancestors, and roughly admired the glory of thousands of years ago, but they could only pay respect! I didn't taste it, but I didn't have to. ”

The voices and thoughts of the three people mingled together, and they let out a sharp hiss, and the Red Evil Spirit clapped his hands and laughed happily:

"Tudor, Pound, I can't help but laugh!"

"This bloodline has its own shape, at first the mouth is fire, when it crosses the throat, it already feels not so hot, and when it falls into the stomach, I can't find any feeling, and after tasting it, I just feel that it is just a little bit."

Edward listened with great interest as the three of them vented their joy at being freed from their thousand-year captivity, and listened to them speak in a hunter's manner in praise of the eighteenth generation of Adam, Amun, Antigonus, Bethel Abraham, and Arista Tudot, and the basement was filled with joy. After a few minutes, their emotions calmed down, and Medici stroked her hair and threw a look at Edward:

"Where are you going now?"

"Aurora Club."

Medici was overjoyed, and the other two conquistadors began to see death as if they were at home. The doorless basement was wide open, and demons and evil spirits walked through corridors strewn with the remnants of historical artifacts, out of the underground buildings, and down the new concrete steps to the buildings above ground.

Amun, who was sitting on the couch fiddling with a few pearls and sapphires, heard footsteps and immediately put away all his treasures.

When Medici, dressed in black and red armor stained with blood, his cheeks and part of his skin rotting and blackening to reveal his bones, emerged from the basement, Amon found himself with no superfluous thoughts.

Instead, Medici preemptively greeted him with a malicious greeting, and a cluster of flames appeared out of thin air and pounced on Amun's face and clothes. As the heat wave hits in, Amon steals the flames and returns them to Medici.

After missing the blow, the red angel withdrew the flames and looked at Edward with some surprise: "I can't imagine that you demon is quite capable, how did you manage to cooperate with this thing and the Lord at the same time?" Or was she bored and sneaked here on her own? I don't think she's so easy to handle. ”

Edward didn't answer directly: "It's not her, it's him." ”

"Him?" Medici raised her eyebrows, she looked at Amon who made a grimace at her, and then left the mansion first to return to the carriage, and finally realized that the other party seemed to be quite different from the Amon in her memory, and smiled even more unexpectedly, "Interesting, this is indeed very interesting!" ”

"How did you do that?"

"No comment."

They got into the carriage as they spoke, Edward still on his own, and the red angel looked left and right, smiled, and sat down next to Amun, squeezing around with each other with bad intentions. Amun, who was still thinking about how to get along with Medici, was a little annoyed, and for a moment the flames and bugs flew in the carriage, stealing and fraud, and from the outside, the windows of the car disappeared from time to time and flashed bright flames, as if they had entered a fire scene or an alchemy furnace.

After a few minutes, the carriage walked leisurely to the location of the Aurora Society's stronghold. The shoulder armor was moved to the knees, and the wrist armor turned into a curtain, Medici, who could not wait to jump out of the car, lost under the influence of the remnants for half a minute, and after five or six turns around the carriage, gave a thumbs up to Amon, whose clothes and hair were burned, and laughed:

"You're interesting! You'll laugh, you'll keep a straight face, you'll express anger, you'll be affected by my provocations, you're so much funnier than your body! ”

Amon-for-tat: "As soon as you came out, you were restless, you are so energetic, you should be locked up for thousands of more years." ”

"That's right, but it's too shallow. Little crow, if you want to fight back deeply, you have to learn more from me. ”

Medici gave a few words of encouragement, then looked carefully at the ruins in front of him, and spread his hands innocently:

"You're talking about taking me to the Aurora Club, right?"

"Which construction site is this?"

Edward did not answer. Her eyes looked back and forth over the fenced-off ruins of the Aurora stronghold below, and after making sure that there were no Aurora Society members around her other than members of the Mechanical Heart, the Night Watch and the Red Glove, the Substitute Punisher, and the Night Archbishop, she hissed softly.

Medici crossed her arms and stood beside her, reaching out to Amon who ignored her and didn't speak, but was easily dodged by the other party, and stole a tile from her own foot to the other foot with her backhand. Medici, who casually possessed a hunter's collection, shook his body and laughed instead of being angry, even more curious about this very different Amon clone.

“…… Yes, the Aurora will. ”

Edward muttered to himself, and then suddenly realized something, she grabbed Medici and Amon one by one, and teleported directly to her house through the spirit realm.

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Joe Wood District, 5 King Ave.

Three figures suddenly appeared on the side of the road, but it was almost one o'clock in the morning, so they didn't have to worry about being seen.

As Medici surveyed the villa with interest, Edward walked to the door and reached out to pull it open.

I saw that more than 100 people standing or sitting in the hall on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor in the room all turned their heads to look at her.

The Abyss Angel slammed the door shut. Two seconds later, she opened it again, and more than a hundred people were still staring at her.

"It's not 'I'm going to your place.'"

There was a hint of anger in the demon's voice: "This is the relocation of the Aurora, right?" I need an explanation. ”

The Dark Sage hurriedly walked up and explained:

"This evening, our stronghold was attacked by the Church of the Three Gods, and we were almost unable to resist this sudden attack, and the Lord instructed us to take refuge in you in order to save our lives."

The three gods do it at this time? Was it because I was accidentally involved in the incident? But even if I didn't get involved, I would definitely have to blame foreign spies or domestic cults in the end......

Edward thought about it, and suddenly thought of a very important thing: the Aurora Society's stronghold was destroyed, the three gods should more or less see the murals in their newly built church, maybe the Night Goddess and the tyrant should have some speculation about the current situation of the real creator, combined with some of the Aurora Society's hidden changes and low-key ways of action, it is easy to come to the conclusion that "the state of the real creator has improved".

…… Hehe, in this way, the position of the tyrant will be a little immeasurable, I don't know what choice the night will make, of course, it also depends on who saw the mural first...... If I were a tyrant, I would destroy it as soon as possible, so that the people of the Night Church would not see it, and then secretly increase the blow to the Aurora Society, anyway, there can be many kinds of blasphemous murals...... It would be more interesting if the person of the goddess of the night saw it first, there are only eighteen years left, and there is no chance that "God" will be born if he is not born. It's probably going to be a good show, but as an enemy, I still prefer that a tyrant with less brains and energy will see it first.

However, the most important thing is that just because church members see it does not mean that God sees it too, and believers are ignorant of some hidden history and may not know about the tsunami that these murals can bring...... By the time these ordinary things have been reported to the Pope, how many details will be left?

The demon's face had a gloating expression. Then, feeling something, she looked into a shadow in the corner of the second floor.

An unrecognizable child stood there and looked at her, then walked to the door of his study and melted in.

TBC

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*Unified Reply: Edward, who had a little budding affection, was killed by decay shortly after Adella's death. The gentle gentlemen and old loves in the back are all decayed, and they are divided into a department to play in person.

* A passage to which the author of this article is very satisfied: The Three Evil Spirits mock the descendants of Tudor.

(It's all evil spirits, so I toss what group comedy, how good it is to come out to scare people and eat people, sharks, sharks, sharks, and sharks.) ）

That's right.don't show comments are .asxs. Recent maintenance bugs.,Lasted about a week.,Seeing eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there are readers who grab the first and think it's really cute (。 So don't feel like your comments have been swallowed or deleted, don't post them ten times in a row, and don't post them in a row while changing them, I see so many repetitions in the background that really numb my scalp......

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Well...... That reader, after reading your comment, I think you may have some ideas, or some problems with your understanding of this article.

Thank you for your feedback, and on the premise of not changing the plot and expressiveness, I will consider the relevant content of the East End more carefully in the future.

But what is the corporate understanding of decay cult capital, because this book only appears once? That's decay educating Richard with human ideas, it's teaching people according to their aptitude, not what she admires. Richard had the germination of ideas and the possibility of taking this path, so Decay used these sociological and social ideology-related works as teaching materials to educate him. Do you see what she didn't need to know about these mythical creatures when she was educating Amon?

Frankly speaking, the old civilization is only one of the many civilization records she has collected, and it seems to be okay in comparison with the current world, and she can't even talk about liking it, let alone worshipping it.

There is also the correctness of Edward's actions. This...... Judging from the text, Lao Ai has killed a lot of guilty people, but the logic is like this, the crime is extremely evil = damn, Lao Ai killed them ≠ enforce justice (it is impossible to eat people at will without following the law), but the small evil is swallowed by the greater evil. I never emphasized the correctness, but it seemed to be righteous because the people who died these times were sinful.

At this time, it is necessary to silently recite "the massacre of the old love killed 1.5 million", "Tingen died more than 4,000", "Dunn also died", and "there are many innocent victims who do not know about themselves" to regain consciousness.

Yavin