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In a church of the night near the affected area.

Leonard sat on a chapel pew, sipping on warm tea, somewhat absent-minded.

Draped in a blanket, Dali reclined on another bench, separated from Leonard by a walkway more than two meters wide.

The two wounded were not required to participate in the church's relief activities for the time being, and could stay in the chapel for a short rest. One of them thought quietly, the other closed his eyes to regain his energy, and neither spoke.

The glowing stars on the ceiling with special luminescent minerals emit a steady faint glow in the slightly dimly lit church, and the gas sconces are low from the ceiling, making the body and mind feel as if they have come to a place of peace.

After a long time, Dali broke the silence:

"The spirit in you tells me that you have a heart."

Leonard came back to his senses and nodded with a somewhat serious expression, "Captain Sost, their whereabouts are still unknown......

"I'm not talking about that, young man."

Dali's expression straightened, and she opened her eyes and looked at Leonard, who fell silent:

"When Enmatt was looking for Ince Zangwill, you seemed to have something on your mind. I thought you were annoyed that you couldn't arrest him, but that doesn't seem to be the case at the moment. Half of our team is missing, and you have more than anxiety and sadness."

Leonard sighed and asked, "What is it?"

"Confused, perhaps? I've only seen your expression on some young man who goes out late at night to get drunk." Dali smiled, reached out and brushed the broken hair that was scattered on her forehead behind her ears, looked at her fingers and said, "What are you thinking? Ince Zangwill is finally dead, and we're lucky not to lose our lives, so we should be able to relax a little bit and enjoy the moment anyway."

But you have always had a strange heavy aura on you.

Leonard placed the glass of water, which was already starting to cool, on the empty spot next to him, and crossed his fingers to support his chin.

"I'm thinking...... Ma'am, you say, will it ...... Ince Zangwill is not really behind the scenes, he is just a tool that has been pushed to the front of the stage, a prop that is easy to control...... In fact, someone else is planning all this......?"

He tried to describe it in words that didn't sound like a problem, and he didn't say much about the other person who actually took 0-08.

Because the presence of the first person to pick up a quill, who has been hidden from them all along, speaks for itself.

But at the same time, Leonard felt that his current cover-up was completely redundant, and no matter how much he thought about it, this mastermind behind the scenes could not be thought of to the goddess! And thinking like this, he didn't lose control, and Leonard almost sighed for his unpiety.

Dali really didn't think about it that much, but she also learned about the 0-08 theft in the end under Leonard's general description.

"What do you mean? In fact, it may be the ...... who really planned everything. You said that the mysterious high-sequence powerhouse who suddenly appeared and suddenly picked up 0-08 and couldn't remember his appearance? It's really possible......

Dai Li rubbed her fingers slowly, thought for a while, and said from the perspective of a very normal official extraordinary:

"Ince Zangwill, even if he was just a tool, committed countless sins in the process. After stealing again at 0-08, you think Ince Zangwill might be an accomplice?"

"Makes sense, and besides, for the church, 0-08 is still a theft, and your findings can continue to be reported, but ......

However, Ince Zangwill, who brought death to the Night Church, the Night Watch, and the sacrificed people, has been confirmed dead, and the stolen Level 0 seal 0-08 has a strange ability to create "coincidences", making it even more difficult to track down. And now the high sequence that took away 0-08 is even more unidentified, and it is completely a drop of water that fell into the sea and completely lost its trace.

Even if it is reported to the church, there is no way to investigate, and it can only be hastily put into the file as a suspicion.

0-08

This should be the end of the incident.

It and the high-ranking powerhouses who were waiting for it to come to the door all appeared and disappeared so coincidentally, as if they were telling the night watchmen that this is the end of it, it's almost over, and you can't find anything else anyway.

So is that the end of it?

Leonard's eyes were fixed on the stone bricks on the floor of the chapel and did not move away for a long time.

Dali didn't speak, she could still keenly feel that Leonard was thinking much more than that, but the other party had always shown that he refused to open up, and she didn't know how to ask again.

Silence returned to the chapel.

After temporarily removing 0-08 from his mind, Leonard immediately remembered another, more complicated thing -

About his former colleague who came back from the dead, rose through the cracks and rose through the cracks, seemed to be connected to a terrifying existence called the Fool, and was strangely protected by the Aurora Society's higher-ups, Crane Moretti!

Leonard is in a mixed mood now, he feels that with the addition of these prefixes, the official extraordinary, who was originally proud of himself, is simply the most mediocre one, and even makes him feel that he still treats the other party as a colleague is a bit high.

The old man had not yet woken up, and no one could hear him say these words.

Leonard tries to sort it all out, but it all seems to be a complete mess.

- First of all, Crane just died after the descent of the real creator god, and then he was suspected of being resurrected by the mysterious organization "Death", which is his escape plan, and it should not be wrong. In connection with the shadow that protects him, it is very likely that Crane has a certain status in the Aurora Society, and there is a high-order powerhouse (the one who can take Crane away from the person who grabbed 0-08 must also be a high-sequence) to protect him, and it may be a certain Sage or Angel's Scroller.

But from these two things, this makes sense, but combined with the events of the divine descent, this is completely incomprehensible.

If Crane is a believer in the true Creator, then why would he help the Nightwatch to stop Lanrius? If Crane's purpose was to become an undercover agent for the Night Church, then why did he really give up this identity in order to prevent the true Creator God from making sacrifices? Why was he resurrected after death by Azik Eggers, the "Grim Reaper" of a tarot-related organization?

Could it be that the "fool" is another identity of the true Creator?

Or are these two evil gods connected in some way?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out at all, there is too much information missing, and based on Leonard's own speculation alone, he can only come to one conclusion:

That's Cleon Moretti himself, not a bad guy.

At least, he is not as crazy and cruel as other Aurora believers, he has a conscience, he has good intentions for the church, and even if he can be resurrected, he really died to protect Tingen, he maybe, maybe he went astray and was not really brainwashed into a cult?.

I'll have to ask him myself...... You have to hear him answer in person!

Leonard's eyes became serious again, he scratched his head, picked up the herbal tea next to him and drank it down.

Afterwards......

After that, it's time to think about my own choice.

After being swallowed by the shadows, Crane opened his eyes again, and found that he had been sent to the Aurora stronghold in Beckland.

He appeared in the hallway, so he simply found an empty room and walked in, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards.

Above the gray mist, Crane stared at the gray mist with a deep gaze, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After determining the state, Crane immediately walked to the depths of the mysterious space above the gray mist, to the stairway of light that led to the heavenly kingdom of light.

As he expected, there was another step, a step where the light condensed.

This time, Crane was sure that he could climb the condensed gray cloud with the help of the giant's six-story staircase.

One step, two steps, three steps...... He reached the end, leaped forward, and stepped on the clouds formed by the gray mist.

What caught his eye was a brilliant light stained with a little blue and black

The door, which consisted of countless layers of balls of light, each of which was a bunch of twisted worms, some transparent and some translucent.

Above the light gate, thin black lines hung down, and they hung one after another "cocoons" that were almost completely transparent.

Those "cocoons" shook gently, each wrapped in different souls, some were dark-skinned, some were yellow, some were white, some were wearing jeans, some were holding mobile phones, some were brightly dressed, some had beautiful facial features, all had the breath of life, but their eyes were closed.

Crane's gaze froze, as if he had returned to Earth, walking on the street where the race was complete.

Then, he noticed that four "cocoons" had been broken, and there was nothing inside, which was swinging in the wind.

Crane, who raised his head and looked up, watched all this silently, silently.

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"Agaritu is dead? He really ......."

Far away in the safe sea near the ruins of the Divine War, Gardelia was preparing for the promotion ceremony when she suddenly received such a message from the "world" Gelman Sparrow.

Gadelia clutched the unfinished occult book in her hand in disbelief, and she looked up at the sky outside the porthole, feeling a little dreamlike for a moment.

It was a feeling of relief, but it seemed to be more of an emptiness and confusion than joy...... No, you can't think like that, you have to continue to work hard to get promoted, get promoted, become a demigod, further find and contact the survivors of the Elemental Dawn, and then spell out the truth about Her Majesty's death...... Gadelia quickly adjusted her mood, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she stood up from her chair, ready to ask the chef of Future to add an extra dessert of her favorite dessert at noon today.

She pushed open the door and walked up the stairs, where she was greeted by Frank walking with a bag of mushrooms.

Gadelia's relaxed mood gradually disappeared along with the smile on her face, and the smile shifted to Frank's face, who happily raised the sack in his hand and displayed it enthusiastically:

"Look! Captain, this is my new improved mushroom, they are genetically stable, taste better, rich in nutrients, and do not mutate, do not become invasive species, and do not actively attack living people!"

Why did the original mushroom take the initiative to attack the living...... Gadelia forced a smile, and since Frank had repeatedly completed important orders and had become an indispensable and important source of funds for Future, she could only reluctantly ask:

"Oh, so what can they do?"

"It simulates the taste and nutrition of meat, it's beef, it's chicken, it's fish...... There are also purifying mushrooms that can get rid of pollution, which can safely remove pollution and toxins from the human body, which are made by some of the "Praiser" spiritual items that your friend gave me, Captain, but in too small quantities (Frank blinks hard)...... This is the milk mushroom, this is the mushroom that is planted on the monster and absorbs the contamination in the monster's meat......

Gadelia held back the twitches at the corners of her mouth, and patiently listened to Frank's product report, she felt that Frank already had some primitive believers under the praise of the Aurora Society and some of the disaster victims and poor people in the Southern Continent.

But it has to be said that after getting so much feedback, Frank has gradually found his direction and purpose. The products he makes are indeed getting safer and safer, and even mortals without extraordinary abilities can use them safely.

"Deliveries will be made tomorrow."

Frank happily turned to the side and let the captain go first, "I'll go back first and write the instructions for these mushrooms!"

「…… Okay."

Gadelia was also infected by the other party's enthusiasm, and couldn't help but smile: "Come on."

Two o'clock in the afternoon, in a small town in Intis.

The glass door of the cake shop was pushed open, and the metal wind chimes hanging from the door jingled pleasantly.

The lady standing behind the counter, which had been polished for some years, finished writing the bill in her hand, looked up in the direction of the door, and smiled at the black-clad guest:

"Welcome."

"Thank you

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The middle-aged man, dressed out of place in Antis, replied gently.

A warm ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the curtains, and countless motes of dust flew quietly in the air.

The small cake shop is neatly tidy, with freshly baked desserts in glass display cases, and a freshly filled cake in the hand of the manager's lady, the pink ribbon quickly turning into a beautiful bow in her hand. Edward didn't bother her, she paced to the empty table in the lounge area, took off her hat and placed it on the table, and slowly sat down in the upholstered wooden single chair.

Then, she smelled the sweet scent of cream in the air, smiled and asked:

"I remember the last time I visited, it was on the corner of the street, well, the spot on the jewelry store on this street."

The store manager put the card in the box, and the note was attached to the packed box, and then replied with a smile:

"Sir, that was almost ten years ago."

"When I inherited the bakery from my father, the business was already going downhill. Handmade dim sum can't match the factory production speed of big cake shops and convenience stores, but fortunately, our signboard is still there. When it comes to food, handmade never goes out of style."

Desserts are still a middle-class luxury.

She looked at the guest, judging from the clothes and appearance, the other party was most likely a foreign tourist, so she did not talk to the other party with the blessings and greetings of the Church of the Eternal Sun.

There is still tourism between countries, and although there are few foreigners, it is definitely not absent.

If you want to do business, it's best not to mention words related to faith.

After tidying up the apron on her body, the store manager lady walked up with the menu. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the chic gold cufflinks on the cuffs of the middle-aged gentleman's formal suit, and the huge ruby set on the cane in the crook of her arm, and she secretly marveled at the high price in her heart.

"I didn't pay attention, it's been so long."

The black-clad guest smiled and sighed, took the menu handed by the manager, and looked at it with interest for a moment: "Honey croissants, chocolate waffles, and a strawberry soup and lasagna, you have a lot of new snacks than your grandfather's menu." They just sound delicious, and I'm glad I didn't see any eye-catching ...... on them A daunting "new type of palace dim sum."

The lady smiled a little at the witty teasing, but she couldn't help but feel that the guest's words were a little strange—he looked like he was in his forties or fifties, about the same age as his father, but his voice looked like that of his grandfather.

But she didn't say much, turned back to the counter and began to prepare the food.

Yesterday afternoon, the church in this small city posted a notice on a bulletin board outside the church door: If you meet someone who behaves strangely, whose age does not seem to match their appearance, who seems to have incredible powers, do not try to provoke them.

There is an option to escalate it to the church, but the exact reason for these people's appearance will need to wait for further explanations from the Cathedral of Light.

Just yesterday, a fireball streaked across the sky of St. Werner and fell into a clearing outside the city, the fire instantly burned everything around it to ashes, and the Bishop of the Sun who rushed to the church to put out the fire took great difficulty to extinguish the flames, but fortunately no one was injured.

The sky was gray, the earth shook, and the rain of fire and meteors fell from the sky, reminiscent of the final scene of the coming of the Judgment Day in the Holy Book of the Sun, and people had to pray in fear at home, until hours later they felt the warm sunlight fall on them again.

At the same time, they also learned that many cities were hit by flames, causing a lot of casualties.

However, after all, St. Vena is a small city as big as only one point on the map, there are not many people, and the news is relatively closed, and the church is still waiting for the news from above after inspecting the disaster.

In the aftermath of the disaster, the people of Indis always like to hold some village dance or celebration to dispel the panic atmosphere, and of course, sweet snacks and drinks are indispensable in the process, so that the cake shop has more orders and business.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

As the cake crust was being sent to the oven, the guest suddenly spoke again: "Please help me make another pudding, an apple Funiudo, and take it all away with the previous one, my friend has something to look for me."

"Okay, no problem."

The store manager quickly sped up the movement in her hand and pushed forward the progress of the dessert production at the same time. After a while, she began to think about one thing: how did this guest know that his friend was looking for him with no postman coming in to deliver the letter, and no pigeon carrying a message?

She didn't think deeply about the problem, and dismissed her thoughts in time.

Since the rain of fire falls, there seems to be a hidden corner of this world that has been lifted, all kinds of incredible things have appeared one after another, and the world depicted in mythology has gradually overlapped with reality.

After more than half an hour of busy work, the store manager lady finally completed all the orders requested by the other party, and the large and small boxes were placed on the counter, making people a little worried about whether the gentleman guests who did not have an entourage could take them all away.

At this moment, the hollow metal pipe collided back and forth due to the action of pushing the door, and the wind chimes on the door rang again.

The regular customer who had ordered the cake walked in enthusiastically, and while greeting the manager, he walked straight to the only cake box on the counter. The store manager was about to greet the guests, but suddenly found that all the other packing boxes on the table had disappeared, and the middle-aged gentleman who had been sitting there had also disappeared, and the two gold coins were placed directly on the table.

"Change......

The store manager looked at the wind chimes on the door that had not yet calmed down, and muttered to herself.

Edward swaggered outside the Cathedral of Light with a cake, and the place that he couldn't get close to in the past was now half of his back garden, and he could come and go as he wanted.

She walked up the steps, and just then, a carriage arrived at the cathedral, driven by a demigod.

The demigod respectfully opened the door for the passenger like a real coachman, and down stepped a young man dressed in a bishop's robe, with chestnut hair and light blue eyes full of sacredness.

The young man nodded to the coachman, pointed out the triangular emblem on his chest, and then walked ahead, step by step.

Edward looked at her, she walked to the two steps behind Edward, stopped, and greeted him with a gesture that could not be faulted: "Greetings to you, I will walk with you this journey."

"Long time no see, Bonova."

Edward looked at the young man, whose every move seemed to be precisely calculated, and said in a brisk tone, "You are the one sent by the god of steam and machines to talk?"

Bonova nodded slightly, "This is the will of the Lord."

The two men, who had not seen each other for more than a hundred years, ended their conversation in this way, and they kept at least two steps away, quietly and smoothly completing the steps of the Cathedral of Light. The staircase has an additional meaning in Intis, symbolizing ascension, ascension, proximity to the sky and the sun, and churches basically have more or less steps, giving worshippers a sense of sanctity away from the earth.

Inside the cathedral, the bishops belonging to the Church of the Eternal Sun are still studying and educating, so it seems too empty.

The emblem of the eternal sun has been removed and replaced by a golden cross.

With the secret efforts of the Aurora Society and the Predator Cross Society, some people have long distorted and confused the teachings of the "Ancient Sun God" and the "Eternal Sun" - anyway, it is the sun that is praised, and it is all sincere, how do you know who I praise?

Those who believe in the former, such as Ms. D, such as the priests and bishops of certain chapels, are inconspicuous but indispensable in Intis, and now is the time for them to come in handy.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Reaching a third of the cathedral, Bonova spoke politely again, and she led her sweaty demigod subordinates to a chapel on the side of the cathedral, waiting for the Creator's summons.

"Goodbye."

Edward said goodbye to her, and she walked straight on, following the spiritual guidance

At the top of the cathedral, a small conference room shielded from the surrounding senses—as soon as he pushed the door and saw that the real creator and Medici were inside, Edward walked straight inside, and put all the cakes and desserts he had brought on the table, and the aroma of cream suddenly washed away the smell of smoke that seemed to linger in the room.

Medici and the real creator looked at each other, but neither of them moved.

Demon: "Please."

Medici immediately reached for the original pudding closest to her.

The True Creator glanced at the food on the table and decided to get down to business first:

"The Vorsac Empire just declared war on Rune."

Edward was in a good mood and took his favorite mille-feuille:

"Expected. I saw Bonova on the way here, Bonova Gustav, and the reaction of the steam is no surprise."

"Hmm. Basically, it's the same as our guess, the attitude of the god of knowledge and wisdom that awaits next, Fenerport and the Earth Mother God are estimated to become the most prestigious gods in the Northern Continent in a short period of time, and in terms of food, I will send people to purify the fields and territorial waters that have been eroded by your abyss. What is the attitude of the Southern Continent?"

"The Southern Continent has no attitude." Edward said, "That is—the Grim Reaper came to me and asked me who you were rooting for."

TBC

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