Lord of the Mysteries: My Years as an Outside Helper for the Aurora Order

Book Review - Eternal Gods and Real People One of the most attractive features of the novel Lord of Mysteries is its rich, charming, unique and incredibly vivid world view. The author creates a complete picture for readers. Under the sky are birds, under the birds are the contoured but uninterrupted land and sea, and beyond the sky are the vast darkness and stars, an objective existence that is unfathomable, invisible and unknowable. A real world is not a random model that emerges as the protagonist looks far away, but the unknown part of him that is also running calmly according to its own laws. When the original work is good enough, the fan's completion of the world view must be consistent, otherwise it will be like a large-scale Miracle Master promotion ceremony (laughs). This fan-fiction book focuses on the untouched parts of the original work, showing us the colonized country under the trend of the times initiated by Emperor Roselle. There is an ocean separated from the Northern Continent as the main stage. Under the strange spicy fragrance and gorgeous feathers of this land, there are deep sorrow and dim bloodstains. In the original work, these continents are the after-dinner conversations of Loen gentlemen, about spices, cuisine and exotic customs. But what this novel showed me was another side of it, its depth, and more specifically, its people. A small group of travelers in the world, leave your footprints on my heart Human beings live on the plains, demon wolves sleep on the top of the mountains, and believers gather in the darkness. The Angel of Temperance is bound to human flesh and blood, the Pale Queen burns for glory, the Daughter of the Devil Wolf dreams of being with her brother, one of the millions seeks his own willfulness, the Archon of the Poor dies for a higher tyranny. These are not supreme, nor can they be called special existences. They all gave me a kind of breathless shock and a kind of sparkling water touch. The narrative perspective at the level of alien gods allows readers to more deeply understand how these unique and unyielding souls struggle and dance decisively when their legs and feet are embedded by fate. Their flesh and blood burst out, their necks are broken, and they finally die in a weird and fierce posture. How tragic and beautiful it is! Under the extraordinary power, people are the playthings of the gods, and the gods themselves are also the laughing stock of high-ranking beings. Who can make the unknown spectators burst into more joyful laughter and bring more twisted surprises to the indifferent audience? They are slaves, dependents, sacrifices, and losers. What is the meaning of the struggle of thousands of lives? Is it to please others? After all, spectators are spectators, and the power of recording and reproduction does not dare to be claimed as it is. Existence itself is meaning, and the living person is most responsible for himself! This is a successful role and what life should be like. Why feel sad? Because the passing of life itself is sad, because it has taken root and sprouted, because it has worked hard to stretch out its hands and strive to survive. His life has gone and never returned, plowing out numerous ravines. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the way. From now on, there is a crown of righteousness reserved for me The heart of man, the Son of God—the God of man In this article, the character that impressed me the most and was the most amazing is the True Creator. Personally, I think part of the inspiration for shaping and interpreting the image of the true Creator and God comes from the Bible, and I happen to have a little understanding of this religious doctrine. First of all, the original God corresponds to the image of God in the Old Testament of the Bible: the omniscient and omnipotent in Genesis, past and present (the spiritual imprint is immortal). In the Garden of Eden created by God for his "favorite" people, people are the lambs of God. They are innocent and ignorant of sin, and respect God with full satisfaction, and God loves and cares for them in harmony and beauty. But humans are weak-willed and disobedient beings. They were tempted by the snake to abandon God and eat the fruit from the "tree of good and evil." The original text here roughly means "if a person eats the fruit and can distinguish good from evil, he becomes a sinner." For God, just being able to distinguish between good and evil is sinful. This also corresponds to the original God in the article not caring about the will of the sheep, because God is right and is the meaning of the existence of the sheep. As a creature of the Creator, it wants to know something other than the glory of the Creator. Isn't it a sin? This is the order given by the Almighty. He himself is reasonable and cannot be questioned or questioned. The human beings kept by the gods are sheep, sacrifices and domestic animals, unable to think, without possibility, fixed forever and ever in the form that their shepherd likes best, nay, finds only reasonable, until he forgets them or is destroyed by a chance encounter with the Lord of Mysteries. People in Utopia are indeed no different from dead. They live according to a gear-like trajectory every day, and even marionettes can do it. But is resistance really necessary? Why do people have free will and desires? For most people in the world, life in the sheepfold is what they want to achieve by mobilizing all their will and desires. If will and thinking are to pursue physical detachment and strength, spiritual ultimate and truth, then in the face of such a high-dimensional existence, with the ultimate power and truth in terms of authority, why not kneel down and worship? Why not be proud of being favored by him? I don't know, this is difficult for an ordinary person to answer, but I know that the hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage, and courage is not bowing to anything incomprehensible, and it is always having confidence in one's own life and others. Zhenzao is the God of humans, which intuitively corresponds to the Son of God in the New Testament. In essence, he is an apostle who takes humans as the "Tao". The two most important plot points in Zhenzo's character creation are the atonement during promotion and the fusion with God. The true form of promotion is like the Son of God in the New Testament, a god with human nature, a human body wrapped in the spirit of a god, and "humanity" is evoked by experiencing the powerlessness of mortals - but there is a difference here. The Son of God in the Bible is a part of God. The suffering and atonement of the human body allow him to experience human nature, understand human nature, and thus love people. The suffering of the Son of God is to accompany humans as a sacrifice, allowing God to forgive humans who have committed sins since Eden because of their ability to distinguish between good and evil, and allowing God to give humans the "favor" of returning to His embrace - this actually corresponds to the plot of Zhenzheng becoming God. Compared with atonement, everything that Zhen Zao did was more like paying a price. As a leader of mankind, as a bundle of good firewood, he wanted to pay the price for his tribe to survive in this crisis-ridden universe, and to avoid the almost destined fate of being born on this planet. Of course, overall, he failed. The atonement in the Bible is the only opportunity God gives His sheep to repent. It is a preset preference, and it is naturally unnecessary for the primitive people who have no pasture anywhere in the world. Therefore, for Zhen Zao, this suffering and atonement were much more difficult than the original version. He tried his best to only obtain the qualification to become a sheep that humans in the Bible had from the beginning. But this is not surprising, because in essence, the Son of God is a part of his father, and what he does is for God's own will. And as a man, his suffering is for mankind. He is the apostle of mankind and a martyr of humanity. Zhen Zao evokes humanity through suffering because he is a human being. "He has struck out the good rod, he has finished his course, and he has kept the faith." This sentence comes from the Bible and comes from a pious apostle. Man is to the true creation what God is to the apostle, who deeply loves his fellow men and all the emotions and possibilities they represent. The dual-path true god who comes from the Sea of ​​Chaos has inhuman extraordinary abilities and human self-awareness. Human gods originate from humans and exist beyond humans. Gods travel in the world, preach and receive karma. They empathize with the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of believers. He comforts their cries, bears their despair, and bears the decision of the ethnic group and the determination to sacrifice for it. God shed his blood for man because of his love, so man believes in and praises God. He comes from among humans, and is always willing to let everything belong to humans. The human god was born and died because of the human heart. It was the courage and sacrifice of humanity that supported the true Creator, and the re-created ancient sun god became the light and savior of the world in the second era. The warm darkness of the Aurora Society lunatics in the fifth era, and it was also the courage and sacrifice of humanity that made him choose to give up everything and become a part of the original. He exchanged himself for the shepherd's slightest care for the sheep, and chose to believe in Klein's humanity as he believed in himself. Divinity - the will of law, ultimate innocence The sacrifice of the human god is painful and great, but for the gods in the universe, it is a kind of cowardice to linger on the pain of human nature, and retaining the knowledge of the origin is a luxury. The "gods" with human nature were conceived by the earth under the original barrier. The chicks that do not break out of their shells but grow in eggshells are deformed and ridiculous existences. Because on other planets, when he or she has just become "He" and looks up at the sky while sitting in his or her hometown that has been destroyed for various reasons, there is no option to "retain humanity"; embracing divinity or going to death is the eternal law of this dark space. What is human nature? Human beings are just a reference to a similar group of people who cooperate to survive. The human nature I understand is the self-perception and emotional model based on physiological habits and social relationships. And what is divinity? It is the eternal will of the laws of the universe, pure and dedicated, sincere and cold. It is the glow of the deep sky nebula that is like a tide mixed with broken ice. It has been destined on the timeline tens of billions of years ago and is still unquestionably scattered in all directions. The Outer Gods embrace divinity and become the spiritual imprint of the authority they pursue. They regard themselves as the only right ones, and run straight towards the benchmark without distraction, staring, fighting, and wandering. They want their authority to become the ultimate way of the universe. Even increasing power is just an ultimate means to get there - if not, then this guy's "humanity" has not been shaved off. Why the original and mysterious spiritual imprint is immortal, because He is the Tao itself, the authority that can walk and speak, as cold and cold as the universe itself, and will not change its trajectory according to anyone's will. The divinity is as radiant as eternal diamond, as transparent as the icebergs in Antarctica that are dripping with blood, and carries a kind of crazy beauty that condenses blood. Outer gods look cold, cruel, lacking empathy and self. This is the dimming and refraction of divinity cast by the competitive environment. I think the original appearance of divinity exists in the born mythical creatures. The red angel shows the way of identification - his Lord. The unparalleled determination and loyalty shown by the Angel of Time, the frightening and natural nature and the innate innocent indifference of the Angel of Time, including the tug-of-war between humanity and divinity embodied by the Angel of Destiny, are the essence of divinity, its appearance without distortion and carving. Human nature and divinity coexist and coexist, without distinguishing which one is better or worse. They are equally given to every born life, and then they can consolidate and abandon it themselves.

The True Creator commented sharply on the Oravi God War The humiliating defeat of the Oravi Naval Base triggered heated discussions among the gods. The always straight-tempered True Creator said bluntly: If the Seven Gods continue to lose like this, they may not even lose face. Zhenzao: "Look at this astral barrier. How many true gods have come up to block it from generation to generation. Is it useful? Changing the soup does not change the medicine. This declining king also has something to say. What team did I form? They were 9 old rulers! What the hell did you ask me to lead? Alliance of Seven Gods What is the virtue of the alliance now? Mr. Men goes up to block the Fallen Mother Goddess. Can he stop it? If he doesn't have the ability, you will lose to the Primordial Hunger. After losing to the Super Star Master, he will lose to the Son of Chaos. " Typist Amon: " From another perspective, the earth is the most promising place to give birth to the four pillars." ? Be pragmatic, I advise you to understand your own tactics and the concept of sequence first. The Pluto Emperor is very good in the Southern Continent. Why did you kill him? Tell me how to explain to you three foreign gods in the Southern Continent? It's shameless. "

Boundless gray mist filled the towering temple. On the long ancient mottled bronze table, a figure wearing a monocle sat silently on the top seat. Through the gray fog, he gestured with his fingers in mid-air, as if he wanted to trace something, but in the end he just put his raised fingers down. He sighed, leaned back on the tall chair, and closed his eyes with a hint of despair. The palace, tables and chairs gradually blurred, and the eternal temple was hidden in the endless gray mist around it. Gradually, the fog dissipated, as if the morning sun penetrated the fog, and the surrounding colors gradually became brighter. First the outline became clear, and then various sounds seemed to come from a distance, getting closer and closer until they sounded in the ears. The sound of wind blowing through leaves, the sound of birds flapping their wings, the sound of shoes hitting the ground, the sound of cars driving on the road. People on the street were laughing and talking, people pushing trolleys shouted loudly, and drivers' beautiful Chinese words floated from the cars passing by. "Welcome to the old city, Mr. Bethel." Kline smiled and stretched out his hand to Bethel. Bethel ignored the paws stretched out in front of him and took a look at Klein's plaid shirt. Then he stood directly side by side with him and asked: "Why did you drag me in?" Kline smiled without any embarrassment on his face. He took back his extended hand quite naturally and walked forward. "Mr. Bethel, what do you think of this place?" Bethel glanced at it, and the angel's authority allowed him to easily see the process of every building from scratch. Soon, He commented: "This is a miracle created by mortals." Obviously, He was not only referring to the surrounding buildings. Bethel's gaze penetrated the tall building in front of him, and the historian's characteristics faithfully told him the human miracles of the old era - while opening the back door. "Even from my point of view, this is a well-deserved miracle, even compared with the Giant King's Court." Bethel commented. After hearing Bethel's high praise, Klein raised a smile, but did not answer his words, but started another topic: "I heard that when astronauts look at the Earth through the portholes in space, they will feel a great impact in their hearts, and they will feel uncontrollable sadness and loneliness - called the overview effect." "——Mr. Bethel, when you first passed through the atmosphere and looked at the Earth, how did you feel?" Bethel glanced at Klein, thought for a while, and recalled: "I am not the first person in the Abraham family to roam the stars. I once read about the appearance of the earth in the family's notes—an irregular sphere with blue tints. The ocean and the white cyclone moved silently in its orbit in the boundless darkness - just like what I saw." "When I looked back at the earth in the starry sky for the first time, I thought that I was really shocked. Yes, I live on such a planet. At a certain moment, there was indeed a moment when I felt that all human struggles were meaningless, and all living things on this planet were so insignificant." "Except. Other than that, there was only pure shock at the beauty. When I went there again, I no longer felt that way. I don't know if it was because of the thin humanity of the mythical creatures, or because I was endowed with great power. Of course, it was more likely that I had the power to become an angel. With a clearer understanding - compared to planets, mythical creatures are not insignificant in any aspect." "When you ask this, it reminds me of how I felt back then." Klein "Oh." He said, "So, is this the reason why you have stayed on the moon for thousands of years?" Bethel felt that what Klein said was wrong, but also felt that what he said was right. Finally, He felt that His hand was a little itchy. Kline stood up to Bethel's cold eyes and spoke to himself: "There is a saying in the old days - there are only two things in this world that can deeply shock our hearts: one is the brilliant starry sky above our heads, and the other is the inner The moral law of the heart is noble." "From a certain perspective, it is quite appropriate." "I will pretend that you are complimenting me - talking about morality with mythical creatures. I hope your brain is still alive." Klein ignored Bethel's words. He seemed to be chatting, talking whatever came to his mind. He pointed to a hot pot restaurant and introduced it to Bethel with great interest: "Chongqing old hot pot - not opened in Chongqing, but it's not a big problem. Red oil and chili are the essence, Yuanyang The pot is a cult, an absolute cult!" In the store with the square sign, several Marionettes were sizzling meat slices around a large pot, and there was black sparkling water beside them. Bethel looked at the marionettes with their faces red and sweating profusely, without making any comments. A few steps further, Klein pointed to the smoking shop door next to him: "Xinjiang mutton kebabs, very authentic... Well, I don't know if they are authentic or not, but they are definitely delicious! I come here to eat them often!" The hot wind mixed with grease and smoke blew from the door to Bethel's face. His face was dark, and he didn't want to say a word. Klein took Bethel for a walk from morning to night quite energetically. He even bought a Tesla and drove it on the road without a license, relying on the fact that this was his kingdom of God. "——Although but, why don't I dare to drive faster???" After getting off the car, Klein's expression looked a little suspicious of life. Bethel does not want to judge someone's excessive human psychology. The sun moves from east to west, gradually sinking into the ground. The bloody setting sun was blocked by tall buildings, but instead outlined the city more clearly. Light passes through the gaps in the tall buildings, and the ground, walls, and green belts all seem to have been splashed with molten gold, reflecting the orange-red setting sun. Klein quietly watched the sun sink and the moon rise, and did not move his legs again until the cold moonlight shone on the earth. They walked to an empty square, with the night wind blowing, and it seemed that they could still see the hustle and bustle of the day. Klein stopped and his eyes followed the white full moon that was climbing upward at a slow speed. "As a person - a former person, I know clearly that human beings are creatures that can be humbled to the dust and noble enough to make the gods lower their gaze. Human will is extremely noble, and the future of human beings has infinite possibilities - if there is no god." Klein's thoughts drifted to the old future. Movie, and then shook his head, "Forget it, let's stop dreaming." "Actually, at the beginning, when the True Creator wanted to make me a secret, I was extremely resistant. To sum it up in one word... I probably refused to obey." He heard Bethel sneer, but it seemed to be an illusion. "He died later. He jumped into the sea voluntarily." "Probably from then on, I wanted to do something desperately." Bethel stood beside Klein without saying a word. Klein stared at the square under the moon. The silver moonlight covered the earth and flowed like water. He thought about a lot, thinking about the papers stacked higher than him when he was a student, thinking about the company's immoral leader and Party A who deserved to die ten thousand times, and thinking about the eggs and green onions on sale in the supermarket. He blinked and thought of the martyrs who spent their whole lives pursuing the truth in the Campo dei Fiori, of the smoke-filled sky and bloody earth in their homeland, and of the pinnacle of courage built by Chernobyl with their lives. After a while, Klein spoke again. "We are mortals." He looked into Bethel's blue eyes with a smile on his lips. His voice was extremely soft, but extremely firm: "We are ants." "I am a remnant of the old era, an ant in the dust. I grew up in the old civilization, and have lived in an era of extraordinary and unremarkable things since I opened my eyes." He smiled, with regret, nostalgia, and the purest pride and pride in his eyes: "It was a godless world. All mortals are trying their best to survive in this harsh winter. " "It is really a cruel world. Without any extraordinary power, in the dark jungle, the only things we can use are stones and branches. " Bethel listened quietly, his eyes passing through the bricks and tiles of this old city, scanning every trace on every wall. "But we won. Once upon a time, we were worried about wild beasts attacking at night. But now, we can even break through the obstacles of the planet and march towards the endless universe." "Human beings have always been unyielding." Klein said, "We fight hard We have tried our best to exhaust the wisdom of generations. Now, every masterpiece of human wisdom we see is based on blood and sweat." Bethel glanced at a gray square car and naturally saw part of its message—— Wuling Hongguang, manufactured in 2010, was designed and launched by SAIC-GM-Wuling. Its original predecessor was driven by steam... "I have seen with my own eyes the era when human civilization was at its peak." The voice next to him sounded again, bringing him back to his thoughts: "I have also personally seen it. I have experienced that era." "I believe so firmly," he sighed: "I have seen the peak of human civilization—the restricted area of life created by heavy nuclear fission, the artificial satellites orbiting the planet, and the submarines that go deep into the sea. A space rocket flying into the universe. " "I have also seen the pinnacle of human will - an army with only one person left to fight to the end, a scholar who pursues the truth even if he dies, a wanderer who desperately wants to return home, a bridge to freedom built with flesh and blood. Mortals who laugh at the incompetence of gods. " "My motherland is the land beneath our feet. Its history is longer than the second to fifth eras combined. I grew up listening to her stories, and everything about her has been infiltrated into every bit of my life in the past. I haven't felt too deeply yet. But every moment, every minute and every second after I came to this era, I realized very clearly that even though I was still on this planet, everything was different." "This is not my hometown." "That. Over the past five thousand years, every page and every line tells the story of the immortal will of us mortals. We have tried our best to push humanity to the top in this hopeless world." He stretched out his hands, and a small flame appeared in the palm of his hand, burning and dancing with vigor. He stared at the orange-red flames, which illuminated his face. He spoke to the flame, as if muttering to himself: "That is the deepest love, the loftiest ideal, and the firmest belief. This is how my ancestors saved my homeland, which was about to collapse." He raised the flame, raised his head, and looked at the bright silver full moon through the faint firelight. "I grew up listening to their stories - just like the children of the Night Monastery grew up listening to the Apocalypse of the Night. I think, if it weren't for such a deep love, then when I opened my eyes in the fifth era, I probably wouldn't be so desperate to go home." The dancing firelight reflected in his eyes, and he said nothing. After a while, he spoke softly: "Mr. Bethel, you know, I have faith." Bethel tilted his head slightly and stared at this child who was quite young to Him. Klein didn't seem to notice, his eyes were unfocused and he didn't know what he was looking at. His lips moved and his voice became softer and softer: "Not to God, nor to any specific person or existence, but to the collection of the spirits of every unyielding person who has lived on this land for five thousand years. Tireless, unyielding, and willing to sacrifice their lives. , Using himself as firewood to ignite the fire of civilization." He said as if describing a unique treasure that belongs to him across the void: "I believe so firmly - even if I am sent down from the Source Castle into the body of Klein Moretti. , It's the same when I say 'Praise the Goddess' every day. In the fifth era, every time I dream back, I see the sight of my hometown. The people around me speak the language that is deeply rooted in my bones, and talk about the life that I want to go back to at all costs. But when I open my eyes, the crimson moon will appear again. I brought back the bloody reality." "I should be proud." He whispered, "How could I be able to pursue the eternal burning faith without hesitation like my ancestors?" A gust of wind blew by, and the flames in my palms dissipated in the night sky. He blinked, and without the obstruction of the flames, he could clearly see the silver-white moon being held up in his palm. He looked at the pure and flawless moon disc quietly and did not speak for a while. I don't know how long it took before he spoke: "In our time, even children's cultural enlightenment came from the bright moonlight in front of their bed. When I looked at the bright moon, I missed my hometown. We place our longing for our hometown on the moon, hoping that the moon can Convey our feelings back, and miss our hometown and old friends through the moon." He shook his head: "Unfortunately, the moon in my hometown no longer exists." He looked at the full moon hanging high above the Kingdom of God, and suddenly looked towards me. He took a few steps forward, then turned around, with the purest joy and smile on his face: "First meeting, Mr. Bethel." He extended his palm to Bethel, as if to invite, and as if to express his last words: "I am Zhou Ming Rui is the last of Klein Moretti's humanity." "I am very happy to spend this last day with you here, and everything else will be left to you." Bethel was silent and did not say a word. Looking at the pure smile without any impurities on Klein's face, he suddenly realized something. Despair is the carving knife, love is the work, and the scrap that is carved is something called "joy". That is not the joy that can be obscured between good and evil, but the purest light that comes from the soul. Kleon... No, he is a human named Zhou Mingrui. In his long life accompanied by madness, he tried his best to record "love" and materialize the original expectations and yearnings into a concept. He is firmly entrenched in the shackles built by obsession, wandering alone in the residual dreams of the past. So in the end, I only remember "love", but not what I love and why, leaving only an empty body performing a blank puppet show in the outside world. Bethel heard singing singing in the deserted square, coming from a very far away place. It was like an ancient ghost whispering in His ears, or like a living life singing loudly. Klein smiled and looked at his hometown shrouded in the moonlight, without any reluctance or regret: "I think I still love this world - even though my hometown has changed beyond recognition, I still want to protect it." Klein closed his eyes with the gentlest smile on his lips. He opened his arms, and under the moonlight, his outline gradually blurred and turned into stardust dispersed in the air. He smiled. He said: "Mr. Bethel, I am very happy - I still love this world, as always." "I am going to disappear - never seen again, Mr. Bethel." Bethel watched Klein's disappearing figure in silence, without saying a word. He suddenly felt uncontrollably sad, but he didn't know whether it was because such a familiar and vivid soul disappeared before his eyes, or whether it was just the death of a rabbit and a fox in front of the pillar, who were also on the mysterious path. The residual dreams of the past gradually collapsed, tall buildings collapsed, and the earth cracked. Bethel didn't look at the collapsing dream anymore, hugged tightly the characteristics that shone with spiritual brilliance in his arms, opened the door and left. "I have no regrets." Klein's voice echoed in the characteristics, "I have done everything I can do." "To this day, I can still say—— I still love this world." "I'll leave it to you, Bethel Abraham." Bethel's eyes were filled with ripples, and he officially took over the mysterious Kingdom of God. He said: "—May all our wishes come true, Crane Moretti."

But Teacher Dawu wrote it like this. Looking back, I imagine that the author wrote it very well Sorry, I wrongly blamed the author before, and even criticized the author on the forum.

Thanks to Teacher Dawu's unremitting efforts, the reviews of this book have improved again. I'm so happy.

When I opened my eyes for the last time, the gentle breeze flowing in my ears and the vague noise of people were drowned in the tide of silence. As if I was in the vast sea of ​​stars, I relaxed my spirit and allowed the body named "Edward Vaughn" to be renewed again. Inexplicably, a pair of familiar eyes suddenly flashed before my eyes, with a lively and brisk smile shining brightly in them, and the green eyes were like green leaves in summer. Memories like fleeting memories whizzed through my mind, and my thoughts went back to an ordinary night long ago, when Adela smiled at me. "Please invite me to dance, Your Highness. If you think the ballroom is too noisy, then do it under the moon. This is exactly what I want." (*This paragraph is excerpted from Chapter 41 of the original text) What a strange girl Adela Soren is. He was clearly aware of the power and terror of high-sequence demons, but he talked to me as if he didn't know how to fear and fear, asked me if I was born a mythical creature, volunteered to teach me how to correctly act as a human, suddenly visited my house in a rainy and cold weather, and even smiled at me when I was about to be threatened with death. "You have killed me, Your Highness." The hunter's cheeks in sequence seven flushed. Under the warm orange-red light emanating from the fireplace, her long hair hung down from her temples like a burning curtain of fire, "But not there." She gently held my hand, and her slender fingers were covered with thin calluses. She rubbed my palm, causing an itch. It reminds me of the feeling of Tyr's fluffy hair brushing against his body, which was long extinct on the planet I was born on. Across the fragile throat and moved to the soft chest, I felt the human heart beating and thumping. Warm blood flows gurglingly, and the large lung lobes relax, contract, and relax again. A ripple-like shimmer appeared in the green eyes, and a narrow smile appeared on Adela's face. Her warm palms covered the back of my hands, and the beating of her pulse echoed the heartbeat coming from her chest. "——This is it." What happened after that was obvious. Adela and I each took what we needed and formed a contract that is called a "husband and wife" in the secular sense. I conduct experiments on human nature simulation day after day, and conscientiously play the role of a remnant of the past who is gradually regaining his original intention. Roselle was still hesitant, clamoring for me to restore the dishes from his hometown, while at the same time being wary and suspicious of me. And Adela... Adela never cared about how un-human my essence was. Rather, the more I exposed my inhumanity as a mythical creature, the more deeply fascinated she became. "——You are so beautiful." The curved horns, the ferocious bat wings... Adela touched it again and again with satisfaction, her eyes shining with joy and excitement. She has always been obsessed with these artistic appreciations that seem too early for ordinary people. However, life has countless possibilities. Perhaps Adela's aesthetics is just more different from the public. The years that followed were uneventful, and Russell was still working hard to be promoted to the middle rank. Standing on the shoulders of the giant of Jenga, the "Son of Steam" who copied many copies was busy plagiarizing the literary works and technical applications of his ancestors to gain a foothold in the church. Adela and I take some time each year to go on short trips to interesting places. Explore the desolate and lifeless inverted pyramid ruins, conduct archeology on ancient mausoleums, and disturb the sleep of the dead and the dead; climb the snow-capped Amanda Mountains, look at the tranquil church in the distance under the crimson moonlight and bright starry sky, and escape from the pursuit of the servants of God in the dark night without any risk; Go to the capital of the Fusac Empire, bathe in the orange dusk, admire the magnificence and splendor of the interior of the huge palace, and then open the door and run away in front of the murderous patriarch... With scrawled but elegant handwriting, and meticulous handwriting on the board, the number of words on the travel plan is increasing. Adela is like a bright red and cheerful flame bird. She likes to chatter non-stop, lamenting the thrills of the journey and the shocking scenery. Unconsciously, I seemed to be used to thinking about problems and making plans in such a clear and lively voice. The tide of the times rolled forward, and Russell became the consul and the emperor of Intis. Strong ambition and the manipulation of gods jointly pushed Him to that position. He launched an invasion/colonization of the Southern Continent and forced the countries of the Northern Continent to bow their heads and surrender one after another. The blood dyed the rivers and oceans red, and the industrial/revolution became the cradle of the evil god's coming. The entire continent is in decline, and everything is pleasing to the eye. When the Black Emperor fell, Adela was already dead and about to be buried. I know why she died. Adela, who deeply loved the devil who did not understand people's hearts, was ultimately inhumane. Russell killed all the Sauron family. The ruthless executioner begged to spare his wife's life, and then slaughtered almost all her relatives, leaving her alone in the world. She chose to go with her family, which was within my expectation. I showed sadness, hesitation, and confusion, and there was no fluctuation in my heart. But when I returned home, I no longer heard familiar voices in my ears. I no longer saw Adela leaping down the high stairs as lightly as a bird. She couldn't wait to fly to my side and asked me: "There are three travel destinations this year. Which one do you prefer?..." I no longer saw her red hair burning like a flame and smiling green eyes under the light of the lights. The surroundings were unusually quiet. I inexplicably felt a vague chill seeping out of my body, lingering in the empty hall. No ghosts, no curses. It's not the time to cool down yet. Why do I—why do I have such a weird feeling? It wasn't until I cut off my ring finger, handed it to Traynor along with the diamond ring on it, and asked him to put it in Adela's coffin; it wasn't until I stayed away from the messy Intis and took a boat to the Southern Continent; it wasn't until I sat in front of the bay window and watched the burning sunset sinking into the distant sea, that I suddenly realized what the emotion I felt at that time was called. ... I just felt lonely for the first time in a long time. I took out the travel plan I had written together with Adela, and two familiar handwritings appeared on the paper and came into view. After a few seconds of silence, I picked up the quill and put a check mark behind the place I was supposed to go to during this short trip, as always. After many years, I saw those bright green eyes again in my dream. We stood side by side under the shade of the tree, and bits of sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, dotted with fallen leaves and petals, and Adela's long dark red hair. I will remember the time and travels I spent with you. That's valuable, just like you. (*This paragraph is excerpted from Chapter 49 of the original article) I looked into her eyes, and she was stunned for a moment. She didn't speak, but she didn't leave either. In the long silence, the dream disappears, and "Edward Vaughan" will be reset again. After the reset, I will no longer feel lonely, nor will I see Adela again in my dreams. However, "Life is not joyful, death is not sad, only the process is meaningful." (*This sentence is taken from Chapter 58 of the original text) Even if those colorful memories and emotions are buried at the bottom of the mud of the long river of memories, their own brilliance will not change. Goodbye Adela. Goodbye, Adela. END

The first bell rings He wakes up from chaos He is all-knowing and almighty, majestic and strong Walking from the past, giving new life and rising sun He wanders on the ruins The second bell rings He is a lighthouse, It is the morning light Hold the flag high, weave hope Lead the troops and share the sorrow Rebuild the distant hometown Our savior, the king of gods that we all respect The third bell rings The temple stands in the center of the city Sing Him, Praise Him, Believe in Him This is the rhapsody of the sheep Sober madness Omniscient and confused The tacit consent to "salvation" And the conspiring kings The stage is set for the omen of destruction The fourth bell rings Greed creates absurdity Sunset and sunrise, thunder and lightning Dark night follows, changing direction All parties enter, embrace desire He fell in his temple His apostles are waiting for him Bring your own knife and fork The fifth bell rings He hangs upside down in the shadow cell The angel of betrayal, the jackal that bites back The blood, fire and fate are still guarding you Resentment, growing day by day Revenge, there is no hope The extinguisher stands on the embers Trampling on the bones of the savior Laughing at the sorrow of the old master The sixth bell rings Ambition drowns the Black Emperor The never-ending betrayal Forever sweeping up He loses his followers, and his blade-bearing arm Reappearing history Falling back into madness The seventh bell rings Withering has come, and so has the decline Continuous babble fills the shadow palace He became a false god and was named the devil The eternal scorching sun, the mournful setting sun Believers carry out the divine decree of hatred The bishop preaches the bloody light of the rose The eighth bell rings The spirit stands above the starry sky Where? The way to guide the human race The way to write the future The way to the dawn The history is rolling forward Glory and decline Defeat takes turns Only He wept tears of blood and wandered in struggle The ninth bell rang Prelude to desolation, the end is beyond The seven gods stand together, and the evil shadows rush The prologue is played again, and the king reappears The trend of destiny is accompanied by a mysterious music Those who do good hide and hide The perpetrators enjoy the power Conspiracy and conspiracy, agency planning All played out (Tianxu Aurora) Let this wrong story die! The tenth bell rings Destiny restarts He opened his eyes again, his eyes clear Creation, destruction and responsibility He is God, the beginning of everything br> He is an evil god, a bloodthirsty wolf He is the Hanged Man, the dying light that bears the pain He is a human being, the salary king before the end On the eve of the doomsday He will not Wandering again The eleventh bell rings The end is coming, chanting the beautiful chapter Crying and suffering weave clothes Sacrifice and degradation condense the scepter The sins once committed cannot be replaced Compensation He will guide the road to the future This is betrayal and faith in reincarnation Ruins and glory in reincarnation Destroyed illusions, covering the dark sun Where is he hanging? Power Just like yesterday The twelfth bell rings The city-state in the wasteland Dispersing the shadows and welcoming the light again The hometown of the old calendar Whispering the ending, the final chapter Reincarnation, redemption Although you left your hometown You finally returned to your hometown But you left again The place you loved The thirteenth bell rings (Waiting for the plot jpg.) Showing your ugliness and showing your ugliness How about it, don't comment?

After reading Audrey's ending today, I suddenly felt emotional, so I decided to sort out the current status of the Tarot Club members. I welcome corrections if there may be any mistakes. List of Tarot Society members: "The Fool"/"The World" Klein (Zhou Mingrui), "The Hanged Man" Alger, "Justice" Audrey, "Magician" Forsi, "Sun" Derrick, "Hermit" Cattleya, "Moon" Emlyn, "Star" Leonard, "Judgment" Xio. Xiao Ke appears a lot in the text, so I won't describe it too much. He mainly describes the participants in the Tarot Club. (Playing without Xiao Ke) Positive group (obtains better inner growth and development than the original): Audrey, Forsi, Alger, Cattleya, Leonard, Emlyn. (Also the lovely Klein) "Justice" Audrey: Compared with the peaceful aristocratic life in the original work, the current Audrey has experienced many wars, wars between gods, extraordinary openness, highland defense wars, the deaths of the emperor and the goddess of the night, the decline of the Hall family and other events. And independently participated in the maintenance and establishment of the foundation, highland psychological assistance and defense war, Intis' distant marriage incident, etc. During these events, he first came to know and come into contact with the suffering of the people in the foundation. In the subsequent war, he witnessed the indifference of his relatives and friends to the suffering, the naked malice of his father and brother under the influence of the devil, and the hostility of the people of the southern continent towards the northern continent. After getting to know Richard, he went to the Southern Continent to experience real suffering and tragedy, madness and kindness. During the highland defense battle, he confronted and debated with Bishop Saint Anthony. His belief in his aristocratic origin and the Loen Empire completely collapsed. He faced the nobility with difficulty and faced the fact that he was the source of pain and misery for the people of Loen and the people of the Southern Continent. And here he undergoes a complete transformation, working hard for the happiness of mankind. At the same time, it was also at this time that the seeds of relying on God at this moment were planted. Because the Fool can only bring painful and real reality to mankind, and give most people choices that they don't need much. He cannot bring bread and milk, nor can he bring Eden that is within reach. So Audrey, who pursues human happiness, has planted the seeds of disbelief at this moment. She believed in the Fool because of her own desire. After she awakened, she also abandoned the Fool because of her ideals. But Klein probably won't be angry, because this is also a human choice. The world is too bad. He feels that God's Eden is not good, but he cannot give or realize a better plan. Therefore, how can it be a mistake and sin to choose God's Eden? So I think Klein will not blame Audrey, but will only acquiesce and bless her. Because this was the path she wanted to walk alone, he could only watch from afar, not daring to stop her. (Although it is ironic that humans should rely on God to pursue their own happiness, it is quite normal in this messed up world) Now Audrey, as a coin of gods, slipped from the hands of the fool and rolled into the hands of God, but Eden did as she wished, so she stayed with her new master and did not leave. "Magician" Forsi Compared with the original work, it is a bit more miserable, but also a bit more enjoyable. However, the essence of salted fish remains unchanged, and he still survives most of the difficulties of life and death in salted fish, such as being controlled by his old love, such as Xio being controlled by the lamp... Finally, he catches up with Knowledge and makes trouble to let Bethel back, and Klein and Bethel have a good relationship. This relationship between the two parties no matter which mysterious master takes over in the end, visually there is an angel reservation, which can be regarded as a model of surviving until the end. Bethel is currently celebrating the New Year in the Abraham family, and Miss Fors, who was couriered there, has seen her status rise. And because of Klein's relationship, Bethel has taken a liking to her, and plans to train her well, so that she will have a bright future. In the end, as expected of you, the future will become brighter and brighter as you sit, salted fish. Like ing (Forsi's future improvement comes from the hard work and struggle of the two mountains above her, Menke, she was taken away...) "Star" Leonard Compared to the original work and Audrey, Emlyn is one of the characters who has changed and grown the most. He has successively experienced the captain's soul being taken away, the devil's temptation and being unable to speak (I always love to be face-blind, and I am afraid that I will be recognized and implicate others, so I am much more stable), Adam's taking a pen in the coastal city, becoming a god in the abyss, cleaning up Emlyn and the priest, voluntarily quitting the Red Gloves, Amon's siege, house arrest in the River and Sea Church, the death of the goddess... These events directly led to the essential difference between Leonard in this game and the original Leonard - his attitude and concept towards gods. After experiencing the ambush from Tingen, the foreshadowing of Backlund, and the ending of the sea, Leonard's suspicion and distrust of gods gradually deepened, and the knowledge and thinking of the Fourth Age brought by Pales further contributed to this. This turned him from a devout believer who was trained by the Church of the Night and believed deeply in the gods to an unbeliever according to the standards of the Fourth Age. "Believe in the power of God, not in His mercy." Leonard etched these words on his soul with blood and tears. After the death of the goddess, she left Runen and rushed to Dilan in Intis because she did not want to convert and did not like the concept of the storm. (There is also the reason for the old man's inducement, but Leonard himself doesn't want to stay in Loen anymore) Although it seems that Angel is hopeless now, in fact, after undergoing ideological changes and tempering, it should be able to achieve greater glory than the original work. Leonard, like Derrick and Alger, is a direct descendant of the existing Fools in the Tarot Society (Forsi is half, after all, Bethel and Xiao Ke have not yet fought a victory or defeat, and they will be direct relatives after the battle.) Leonard is closer to Xiao Ke's real person, and Xiao Ke's status as Palles's boss also makes it basically impossible for Leonard to have some bad situations. For example, jump reflex, 25-year-old and 25-year-old. Although Xiao Ke holds those who jumped back based on their losses, early members of the Tarot Club like Leonard have completely different meanings for Xiao Ke than later members (a typical example is Hugh). The relationship between Leonard and Xiao Ke is closer to friends than between gods and believers, while the relationship between Hugh and Ke is very close to superiors and subordinates, gods and believers, and Daniz is in between. So the departure of Audrey Leonard and others and the departure of Xio have completely different meanings to Xiao Ke, and the harm to Xiao Ke is also different. For example, if something goes wrong with Xio, then Xiao Ke will probably calmly think about the impact of Xio's departure on him, and then strike accurately based on his own losses (perhaps in Xiao Ke's view, Forsi's being affected may be more important than Xio's demise). Every time these Tarot Society elders leave, it is a severe blow to the weak connection between Xiaoke and the world. Of course, now that Bethel and Xiaohong have a much smaller impact on Xiaoke, after all, Xiaoke has no one to talk to compared to the original work. Now both Bethel and Xiaohong can give him extremely valuable opinions, especially Bethel, who has also come from this stage. The good thing about Leonard is that it is basically impossible for him to leave. Palles + Tarot Club + Tingen made it basically impossible for him to leave the Tarot Club and give up his connection with Klein and The Fool. So his relationship with Klein is stable because he can't leave. This stable emotional relationship is very important to Xiao Ke now, because Leonard can be said to be one of the few things that has not changed from beginning to end in this chaotic and crazy two years of Xiao Ke. His meaning to Xiaoke is like a label symbolizing normality and happiness in the past in madness. Existence is meaningful. But Xiao Ke had no time to care about what the person representing the label was thinking. (Before, this label was mainly filled by Melissa and Benson, but after Xiao Ke personally told them that he killed Klein, this label was torn apart by Xiao Ke himself.) So Xiao Ke may even have some empathy for Leonard after this. Based on the above points, Leonard's promotion will be no problem. And now all the high-ranking members of the three Black Death War families are basically dead. The God of War was killed by Menke. The God of Death looks like he can only go crazy in the future. Azik is one of the only remaining angels and may defect with Bai Lang. The Church of the Night was swallowed up by the storm after Amani Heavenly Mother died in turn. After the storm, the legacy of the Church of Night can probably be dug out... It can be said that Xiaoke has the right to claim and the ability to acquire most of the Black Death War paths. So it's just a walk from the Black Death Battle Angel, which is really nothing to the current Gram. Leonard's character is fine now, and he has Pales (Zarathul is resurrecting and reading ing) to protect him. Angel will happen sooner or later, and his immediate boss has also exploded with gold coins. It is not impossible to work hard to reach sequence one. "Moon" Emlyn Little Moon was really miserable, but it was after the death of the priest that he truly grew up and gained the tenacity to become a demigod. This was his transformation, so I was happy when I saw Utravsky dying in the Harvest Church and Emlyn running away in panic. This little vampire who once grew up safely under the protection of his parents and relatives was finally robbed by fate and lost his precious person. His sadness and pain eclipsed the Emlyn in the original work who just didn't play with dolls very much, and the hidden experience in the East End made him witness the darkness. Although I was delighted when he questioned the Mother Goddess and Lilith, I was also disappointed by the subsequent fear and increased piety. But this is the most normal. After all, Emlyn is not Leonard. There is no angel grandfather from the Fourth Age to help guide him. The environment he lives in allows him to accept only the concept of "God is infallible", and he himself lives in a clan (blood clan) with a strong religious atmosphere. He grew up in this environment and witnessed the power and "mercy" of gods with his own eyes in the Tarot Club. Emlyn's ability to angrily ask questions is considered barely passing. Of course, his behavior later made me very unhappy. But the anger of Utravsky's death will not dissipate in just a few months. The resentment and anger at this moment can plant a seed in his heart, and perhaps it will take root and sprout one day. I am looking forward to this day. I really look forward to the cute little moon witnessing the despicability of the Earth Mother Goddess, realizing the truth of the "Savior", and finally watching the decaying red moon fall to the ground. After that, no matter whether his choice is to throw himself into the arms of his mother or wander around in confusion in the world and be rejected by the clan and have no place to live, I will gladly accept it. The death of the storm is approaching, and the earth has abandoned three-quarters of its citizens for the sake of their own lives. There are demons fanning the flames in the dark, and the vampires are secretly rejecting Emlyn. If this continues... Emlyn, his faith will collapse in the next war between gods. Unable to accept the despicability of the Mother Goddess and the First Ancestor, unable to accept the death of Father Ustrasky, unable to accept that his identity as a "savior" is so ridiculous... But he was pushed into the ice water in reality and accepted. After experiencing all this, he can truly transform. (If you don't deceive yourself after experiencing the collapse of your faith, you are in the upright position. After all, Xiao Ke will take care of it. But if you are still a devout believer... I will change him to the reverse position.) "The Hanged Man" Alger Compared with the original work, there is actually no change. After all, he is already a member of the old society and has seen what he needs to see. He is the most mature and mature among the members of the Tarot Society. If Tarot had given him anything, it would have been the vision and knowledge that allowed him to transcend his own boundaries. "Don't believe in the mercy of the gods." He has known this for a long time. Rather than longing for the mercy of the gods, he hopes to be useful. Apart from his ambition being ignited by the Tarot Club, Alger can be said to be the Tarot Club member who has been least changed. He already has the desire, ability and temperament to rise, he only lacks opportunities now. Compared with the original work, Alger here has a better chance to climb. The storm is dying. Perhaps one day, an elf hybrid of humble origins will be able to usurp power that was once out of reach. Reversed group (even worse): Cattleya, Xio, Derrick "Hermit" Cattleya I thought about it and put Cattleya in the reverse group. Cattleya and Alger are in similar situations, and they have gone through a lot. But compared to Alger, who worked hard at the bottom and received countless looks from his eyes, Cattleya was really born as a eldest lady. Bernadai protected her, and she was as attached to Bernadette as she was to her mother. In the dream of the ruins of the God War, the figure she was waiting for was proof that she refused to grow and leave. But Bernadette died. A twist of fate occurred. The big tree she once relied on collapsed, and she was forced to grow up. But her heart is still nostalgic for the past and her mother. Safeguard yourself and your crew's lives in the Five Seas without a backer, balance your income and expenditure, search for sealed objects, and determine your own risks... Although her story has come to an end, we may not have seen her for a long time (not even as much as Frank). She may have learned about it in the Hidden Sage Church in Intis, or she may have been struggling desperately on the deadline of her thesis. She lived alone like an independent person, not Bernadette's good daughter. But just like the reincarnation of fate, Bernadette spent her whole life chasing Russell, and Cattleya also spent her whole life chasing Bernadette. Neither of them caught up with the people in front of them, and could only watch them disappear into the world. From this point of view, she is unfortunate. She is just like her mother. Bernadette was Russell's good daughter until her death. Even when she died under the moon, she still disobeyed her mother for him and welcomed death. Cattleya spent her whole life as a filial piety to Bernadette. She was Bernadette's good daughter all her life. Her temperament was the same as when she left Bernadette many years ago, sitting there waiting for the person who did not know when to return. She was basically still, like an insect in amber. If nothing special happened, she would probably be like this. The Demon of Knowledge is because Xiao Ke has alienated her, and Xiao Ke will not find trouble with knowledge because of her. However, the work and study in Intis seem to be subtly transforming her. Maybe her cards will be reversed, or maybe not... But no matter what, I look forward to all this happening. Derrick "The Sun" The worst thing compared to the original work is that he is dead and now it is just a series of reproduced data. A normal ending for people in the land abandoned by God, but not a good one. God never stops because of human sorrows and joys. Today, He was stepped on. The sinless man, the pure sun. Died for the "crime" of conversion and the pursuit of good. His presence and that of the dead is one of the most secret wounds in the Fool's heart. "Judgment" Hugh A character who was neither good nor bad in the original work has now fallen into a more miserable situation because of the Son of Chaos. In ignorance, you offer your loyalty to your enemy and become fanatical about it. Although George III is still alive like a dog. The organization and analysis will be written here first, let us look forward to the future development together. 9.16 Editor, please comment!!!

The Aurora Club is the best gift for True Mystery readers, and the Ring of Fate is the best gift for fans of the fandom. Everyone is happy, right? 😆

While Si'a was being chased by the artificial god of death, Si'a ran across most of the southern continent and left extremely eye-catching traces in the spiritual world. (This may have attracted the attention of Kuroyoru and the God of War, paving the way for Kuroyoru and the God of War to intervene in the battle later) Sia, who was unable to defeat the artificial Death (note that Siua had a blue eye open at this time, and you can definitely see the decline from now on) found Shia, and through the pollution of the Death Path on Siua, Shia was sure that the unknown Artificial Death (the uniqueness of the Death Path) has appeared. After a brief hesitation, Shia chose to cooperate with Sia to deal with the artificial Death, so that a King of Angels who could do more would appear in the Path of Death. When making this decision, the Pale Queen Shia Palenque Eggers was already determined to die. The reason for letting her embark on this battle was the safety and dignity of all people in the Southern Continent, as well as the dignity of the Bailang Empire and the survival of civilization under the independent development of the Southern Continent. Let the entire Southern Continent get rid of the control and enslavement of the Northern Continental people, and regain the dignity and rights that belong to the Southern Continental people - this is what the Pale Queen is doing now, and it is also the reason why she chose to fight the artificial death. After Shia devoted his life and soul to this idea, he can be called the well-deserved emperor of the people of the Southern Continent. That's why Mirela will follow him to the death. This is also the fundamental reason why the Spiritual Religion still has strong cohesion. At this moment, the Pale Queen Shia is worthy of respect. Her desperate struggle and self-dedication in the face of the decline of herself, her country and her nation have pleased the declining king, and also brought a glimmer of life to the Southern Continent, a land that was originally destined to wither. (Decay has been watching at this time) And it was the oath she said to Si'a and her determination to embark on the road of death that made Decay bless her. (You can read the comments here, where the author mentioned that Decay began to appreciate Sia a little bit after that. The following should be helpful) "Sia Eggles suddenly felt that the inexplicable haze that shrouded his heart began to move away quickly." - Excerpted from the original text Judging from the results sent out today, the decline should have increased the possibility of the King of Angels appearing on the path of Death, and by increasing the possibility of the confrontation between Dark Night and the God of War, it extended the battle time between Shia and the Artificial God of Death, preventing the last hope of the Southern Continent (2+1 King of Angels) from being missed by the gods of the Northern Continent. And Shia's oath is actually very meaningful, and combined with the following text, it will be a very good reading experience. [Hahaha, the Spiritual Religion and the Rose School are as close as brothers, working together to fight against the hateful colonists and invaders in the Northern Continent. What kind of national spirit and anti-colonial spirit is this!!! Praise them and let us remember this great moment! ] After that, Shia, who was temporarily registered by Decay, used the extraordinary characteristics of the Secret Path obtained by robbing the element Dawn to use the fairy tale magic "Peach Blossom Spring" to create an independent space isolated from the outside world so that Shia and the Artificial Death can focus on the decisive battle. (Si'a doesn't know the old allusion of Peach Blossom Spring, and Lao Ai has just snatched the element of Liming. The two of them will not exchange things unless there are special circumstances. So I guess that Lao Ai should have taken the top spot by this time. No matter how bad it is, it is still strong. Force pollution is under control. Based on his character, he should have taken the lead when Shia agreed to challenge) After that, Shia fought to the death with the artificial death god. Midnight and the God of War intervened at the same time, and Shia had to fuse the artificial death god as quickly as possible. And here comes the key point!!!! After Shia used an extremely dangerous method to accommodate uniqueness and a copy of Sequence One Extraordinary Characteristics: Attention, this is clearly the top number of Decay!! Decay here should have helped Shia twice, and each time it was a well-deserved favor. The first favor is the Curse of the Lost Heart. The branch spear should be the product of the decay's own path, and it should also be accompanied by the Curse of the Lost Heart, so Shia can wake up for a moment at the end of her life, and ensure that it is Salinger's will that replaces her, rather than the appearance of a crazy monster. This allowed the King of Angels who was born later to continue to protect the Southern Continent and have the capital and brains to fight against the Northern Continent. The second favor is to help Shia escape from the sight of the dark night and sir, and prevent the uniqueness of the Death Path and the two sequence-one extraordinary characteristics from being taken away by either the dark night or the god of war, because then the southern continent will be beyond redemption. Crucifying Shia to the bottom of the underworld is both harm and protection. Because the lowest level of the underworld is the world of the Death Path, Night and the God of War do not know enough about it, so they cannot find Shia immediately. This provides a buffer time for Salinger's return, and Death Path's familiarity with the underworld can also help the resurrected Salinger escape the pursuit of the Night and the God of War. Finally, quoting Shia's oath again: So whether it is Decay or Shia, is he fulfilling his promise to Shia at this time? I was moved to death. This is not better than the duplicitous Northern Continent. Does anyone want to take advantage of the Southern Continent group? (Beat) And the resurrected Salinger will also receive a large sacrifice from Mirela to stabilize his anchor point and spirit. This will also increase the chance of the God of Death successfully resurrecting and escaping pursuit... High! Author, you are really too tall!! Praise the author greatly, praise you, the great and merciful king of decline!! Praise you, the eternal emperor of the southern continent - Shia Palenque Eggers, may your spirit be with the kings of Balam. Finally… …cough, please comment and improve.