The god of war once said: When you don't know what's going on but don't feel right, you can't go wrong by beating Amon first.

The blazing white flame spear flew over Douglas's skull before he could react, and the temperature in the tent rose to the point that sweat would evaporate in an instant, leaving salt stains.

For the angels, however, this kind of attack is just as playful as children throwing paper balls at each other. Amon blinked an eye, and the flames were stripped of form, unable to be maintained, and scattered into a miniature firework.

Medici, who didn't expect to really hit, just threw it casually, stopped paying attention to the little crow, looked at Douglas, leaned back, and let the easy chair that was leaning back and forth swayed back and forth.

Where did this guy get his easy chair...... Douglas touched the top of his hair, which had barely been burned by the flames, and looked at Medici, who was rocking his chair with his feet crossed like a retired old man, and noticed that he did not take the initiative to speak, showing a kind of indifference from his body language to his expression.

He first felt a little cramped because of this, like when everyone stopped chatting and cast stunned eyes at you when he went to the wrong class, the surrounding was quiet, which made people panic.

Immediately, Douglas remembered Amon's previous advice - in addition to provocation, the Red Angel's best skill is bluffing!

According to Amon's words and deeds, at this time, he should raise his head, put on an expression of three points of disdain, three points of mockery, three points of boredom, and one point of free play, and evaluate the other party loudly: "naïve"!

Douglas realistically adjusted his sitting position as he recalled the "tutorial content", trying to make sure that the distance between the two was safe the next time something flew over his head.

"Are you scared?"

The Angel of War noticed his small movements, narrowed his eyes into a teasing smile, and whistled at Douglas: "You dare to punch demons and kick demigods, great hero?" ”

Douglas frowned at the end of his sentence, and he always felt that there was a strong irony in it.

However, after a few conversations and getting along, he can also grasp Medici's character in general: the red-haired angel is like the most perceptive beast, able to smell the fear of its prey and can target its soft underbelly. And the best way to deal with such provocation is to pretend not to care, not to let Him get any pleasure from it.

But then, Medici's voice came again: "Tut, don't pretend." Didn't you know that the hunter's pre-sequence was 'provocateur'? Do you think I won't receive feedback on the success of the provocation? ”

Douglas was stunned for a moment, and then said irrepressibly annoyed: "How do I know the pre-sequence of the hunter...... And can't you just call me by my name? ”

"What a nickname for you." Medici raised his hands exaggeratedly and spread his arms, but the gesture combined with the way he leaned back and forth on his easy chair only made him feel the urge to punch him, "Not everyone can kill the heir of the evil god in sequence eight, and not everyone will run to the ruins to carry bricks and save people while others are busy looting for loot." You really don't feel like you're a hero who saved the city, and don't take some praise and respect for granted? ”

"I'm not here to talk to you about this." Douglas's expression was slightly distorted, and he was trying to restrain his dirty desire to vent after being provoked.

"What's the hurry, isn't this talking to you?"

The Red Angel lowered his arm, rubbed his chin and smiled, "Let me guess, well, your request is nothing more than the power to move freely in the Aurora Society, the power not to follow orders, and the like......"

Douglas's heart moved when he heard this, but he retorted: "I haven't promised to join yet!" ”

"Then why are you coming back, trying to sleep with me? Hehe, you do seem to have a hobby in this area. ”

As he spoke, Medici lowered his gaze defiantly and looked at him, and although he didn't say much, he felt like he had said everything.

No, I don't want to!

Who would want to sleep with a hunter with three mouths, it's noisy and noisy.

Douglas took a deep breath and calmed his mood a little. Despite the urge to get up and turn away, frustrating Medici's rambling words, Douglas waited until his mind was calm enough and thought for a moment, but he couldn't get up, and asked the other man, "So what about your reply?" ”

The evil spirit narrowed his eyes suddenly, and he was dissatisfied, "What about your politeness? ”

Aren't you provoking me? If you are timid, you will be ridiculed, and if you are a little more courageous, you hunters will be ridiculed...... Douglas first tensed his body at the tone of the red angel, and then forced himself to relax, and even squeezed out a little smile on his face: "I suddenly found that although adding the aurora will bring many benefits, it will also bring considerable risks; I don't have anything to lose if I don't join. In this case, I am used to making decisions according to my preferences. ”

He used the experience of bargaining when buying things in his previous life, covering up his true thoughts, stating the facts first and provoking trouble.

Such words in the face of an angel were enough to be considered offensive, but Medici burst out laughing and patted the armrest of the chair with a look of amusement: "It's okay, you're not too stupid, otherwise I'll have to reconsider my decision." ”

With that, Douglas felt the urge to hit him again.

But at this point, Medici changed his mind and asked, "Have you ever understood the doomsday prophecy?" ”

“…… I know that the teachings of the Aurora Society have something similar. Douglas replied cautiously after a moment's recollection.

Not only the Aurora Society, but also many secret organizations and cults have preached similar claims, that is, the world will one day come to an end, and only by believing in such and such a god can we be saved.

In contrast, the Church of God rarely presents this kind of prophetic content, and more often tells the story of the salvation of mankind by the gods in past disasters.

Thinking of this, Douglas thought for a moment, and deliberately showed an expression full of indifference: "You won't tell me that the doomsday prophecy is true, right?" ”

There are many similar legends on Earth, as a member of the Internet surfing, he has seen a lot of similar theories such as the 1999 World Defense War, the 2012 Mayan Doomsday Proclycy, and the return of the stars to Cthulhu getting up, so he preconceived to classify it as nonsense.

But the weight of these words from the mouth of Medici, from the mouth of a genuine angel who has traveled through the ages and the present, is not quite the same. The Aurora will preach the end of the world, which can be understood as a means of intimidating the poor, creating panic, and then wooing the faithful, but if Medici says that the end really exists, Douglass needs to think about it somewhat.

Therefore, as he said this, he subconsciously looked at Amon beside him.

The young son of the Creator, who also lived long, pinched the edge of the crystal lens, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said disapprerovingly: "This is a prophecy that is widely known, well, widely known to the gods, and what it says is indeed true: in 1368, the planet will come to an end. ”

"......" Douglas couldn't help but open his mouth wide and his facial muscles twitched, "You never told me before......"

"Because you didn't ask." Amun rightly said, "This is not within the scope of our agreement. ”

Douglas struggled to find a rebuttal, so he had to calculate the year by heart, and frowned suspiciously.

Even if it is the end of the world, there are still about fourteen years to go, which is not long or short.

"It's too early for me to think about it." He touched his chin and turned his gaze back to the Red Angel, "And, if you fall ......"

Seeing Medici's eyes gradually becoming dangerous, Douglas rationally changed his name: "I mean, if the true Creator can protect believers through the end times, there is no reason why other gods can't do similar things."

"It's as if someone is going to take shelter from you." Medici snorted, disdainful, "Don't equate the Seven Gods with their churches. You're from Rune, aren't you? Not long ago, you Rune were at war with Fersak, and what did you get for your blood? Not every soldier will come home alive, and not everyone will benefit from the war, but your god will get the most out of it, hehe. ”

“…… Which god? Douglas paused for a moment, and instinctively asked.

He first ruled out the god of steam, because the root of the latter was in Intis, and in the war Intis supported the defeated Fursack, which was difficult to reap.

The Angel of War touched his chin, his lazy and contemptuous expression narrowed slightly, and spit out two words: "Night." ”

Night? The goddess of the night?

Douglas, who got this answer, did not dare to go for divergence, but for those who have gained enough occult knowledge, the truth behind it already has a vague outline.

"Don't tell me that Night and God of War are adjacent paths." He looked at Medici in disbelief.

The latter smiled, and his expression returned to cunning: "Then you didn't tell you that the position of the 'God of War' happened to have undergone a change at that time." ”

Douglas raised his hand, eager to cover his ears or ask Amon to simply steal the memory.

He was glad that he was not working in the Night Church, and then he thought of the close relationship between the Mother God Church and the Night Church, the extraordinary events in the city of Yetonaev not long ago, and the "War Red" led by Medici brewing a new war on this land, and his feelings inevitably became complicated.

However, after experiencing too many similar shocks, Douglas has gradually found a balance in his actions:

Like the Seven Gods, like Amon and Medici, who can't compete with themselves, it's useless to think more, looking for opportunities to strengthen themselves is the last word; And if he has the ability to prevent the disaster, he will try his best and will not turn a blind eye.

"Do only what you can do", this kind of standard is certainly not noble enough, not just enough, and there is a suspicion of compromise and evasion, but Douglas himself is not a moral purity.

Being able to return to Earth with all his beards and tails is the fundamental motivation for him to continue to rise through the ranks and seek strength.

After digesting the explosive news, he glanced at Medici again and questioned without prejudice: "But the true creator is also a god in nature, no different from the seven gods. ”

And the church under the command of the Seven Gods is maintaining social order, what about the Aurora Society under the hands of the real creator? Not to mention maintaining, things that have anything to do with people, the Aurora will really not do anything at all.

"I really want to make up for your ignorance by slapping the Glorious Age canon in your face. Now that you're here, you prove that you think you can profit from it, and you need me to find a reason to convince you? ”

Medici gestured as if sorry for the thickness of the canon, ignoring Douglas's expression.

"So the Aurora Club is still a charity, right?" Douglas complained unwaveringly, "You really lack someone who doesn't work and only eats? Turn left on the East End of Beckland, and there are a lot of people waiting to eat. Tell me what you want me to do. ”

"Don't dare to be, Amon is the real charity."

Medici, who was very "modest" and habitually mocked the little crow, held up a finger and shook it in front of him:

"First, the upper echelons of the Aurora Society in Beckland have indeed suffered a lot of losses; Second, most of the remaining members will be transferred here by me to participate in the rest of the war; Third, the Lord has a task to spread the concept of the "extraordinary" to the point where everyone knows about it. ”

Douglas quickly used his brain to taste what the other party meant.

The mission of "preaching the extraordinary" is in direct conflict with the mission of the Orthodox Church to "proclaim the extraordinary", and in exchange for the original members of the Aurora Society, Douglas thinks they have done the act of randomly selecting lucky passers-by to make flesh and blood fireworks on the crowded streets.

And in the absence of high-level combat power, too risky actions are likely to be taught to the end.

In other words, Medici needs a temporary administrator who is not crazy, has brains, and is still capable of fighting power, and can protect the Aurora Society's roots in Beckland despite the extreme lack of members, and complete the next task by the way.

If he grasped it properly, the information, connections, and extraordinary materials he could obtain from the Aurora Society were not insignificant, but the relative risks were far less huge. After all, the methods and methods of "preaching the extraordinary" can be very flexible. As for the possible bad consequences, if he doesn't go, the members of the Aurora Society will still carry out the mission, so it's better to take care of it himself.

At this point, he no longer shirked, and said seriously: "I demand freedom of movement and the power not to believe in the true Creator. ”

"Whatever you want." Medici sat up slightly straight, staring at him with burning eyes, "But don't betray the Lord." ”

His tone was no longer teasing, and his temperament around him was solid, so that the air was stained with a thick smell of iron and blood, and this breath was also mixed with the corruption and coldness peculiar to evil spirits, and the two oppressive feelings were closely intertwined, making Douglas's spiritual intuition suddenly surge like boiling lava.

Instinctively, he lowered his head, no longer looking directly at the other man, his hands stiffly gripping the armrests of the chair, and he could hear his own sudden rapid heartbeat.

After taking a few deep breaths with difficulty, Douglas did not rush into promises, but withstood the pressure and fear, and struggled to spit out the words: "I will not take the initiative to disclose the operations, strongholds, and personnel of the Aurora Society to the church; Those exposed from other sources, I will not help to cover up. ”

It is true that the use of the Aurora Society is true, and it is also true that the members of the Aurora Society are all vicious madmen, and he has not been unreasonable enough to help this kind of person get rid of his crimes, and it is already a choice against conscience to be able to serve water like this.

That is, it depends on the fact that the Mother Earth God Church and the Aurora Society do not have a clear hostile relationship like the Storm Church, so he can make this decision.

The easy chair swayed slightly, and after a while, it stopped with a "squeak". Suddenly, a bright fire lit up in his mind, and a large amount of information was stuffed in with the "Psychic Link", Douglas snorted, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and it took a while to receive this information.

At this time, the coercion that belonged to the king of angels had dissipated without a trace.

Medici leaned back in his chair and waved his hand in a movement like a flying insect, very disgusted: "Get out, get out, when will you be promoted to 'Traveler' and come see me again." ”

Hehe, I don't really want to see you again...... Douglas complained fiercely in his heart, wiped a cold sweat, and got up to look at Amon expectantly.

Amun, however, leaned his head outside the tent and signaled, "Someone is looking for you." ”

"Looking for me?" Douglas was stunned, and although he was puzzled, he went over to open the tent and look out.

This glance met the eyes of the blonde-haired and blue-eyed misty sea hunter who was specially strolling around.

A smile suddenly appeared on Anderson's face, and he stepped forward as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second, half teasing, half complaining: "Leave me a letter next time you go on an adventure, so that you die outside, and I can arrange according to my last words." ”

“…… I think it's more practical for you to worry about your last words first. The corners of Douglas's mouth twitched when he listened, and he suggested "kindly".

The blonde hunter didn't care: "Isn't this it?" Help me send it out, thanks. ”

As he spoke, he took out the pocket of his black vest and took out an ordinary envelope the size of a palm with many creases and handed it over.

The envelope has a line of elegant, unruly but aesthetically pleasing handwriting that reads "13 Rose-Byam City-Fragrant Tree Boulevard, Daniz. Dubois-Harvest".