Chapter 256 Improve the style

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On the third floor of the building, Klein woke up from his dream again due to spiritual intuition, hoping to catch the intruder who interrupted his sleep and feed the "squirming hunger".

This time, he directly opened the iron cigarette box and released the secret doll of "resentful soul".

Seniore's figure in a dark infrared jacket first walked into the full-body mirror, and then jumped to the convex belly window glass of the close-fitting male servant's room.

"He" stared at Richardson, and saw the servant turn over and sit up, looking at the door with fear and nervousness.

The door opened silently, and a figure flashed in.

Under the crimson moonlight, the infiltrator showed a brown-yellow complexion, soft contours, and short black curly hair, which was obviously a native of the Southern Continent.

With a little cold air, he stood at the door, looked at Richardson who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice:

“Did you think about it?

"Don't think that you can get the peaceful life you want by leaving us. The blood of the people of the Death are flowing in your body, and you are destined to give everything to restore the glory of God."

"Think about your dead mother, think about the bullying you have suffered. Do you hope that your child will continue to grow up in the discriminatory eyes of others in the future and will always be someone else's servant?"

"...But, what can I do..." Richardson buried his head and said with difficulty.

"Waiting for the mission to you." The intruder's voice softened a little.

Richardson didn't answer whether it was good or bad, and he seemed to be struggling in his heart.

The intruder didn't care about his hesitation. When he had agreed, he turned around and exited the room and left the same way.

"The people of the Death God... Spirit, people from the Church of the Death God?"

Since the restoration of the Baylang Empire, there has been no restoration organizations outside the Church of Death.

Klein, who had witnessed everything just now, leaned on the bed and said silently: "There seems to be their shadow behind many Southern Continental and mixed-race parades in recent days. What tasks will they ask Richardson to do? Steal my money, provide funds to the organization? Or create terror events in a banquet in a high-span circle?"

As he thought, the helpful neighbor Miss Heller Macht appeared from the shadow and knocked the intruder to the ground with one punch.

This... Klein was stunned.

Then, Hayroul, who had succeeded, waved his fists excitedly several times, and then rang the doorbell of the Dawn Dances house.

Krain watched all this silently. Before the butler arrived, he controlled the intruder who fainted at the door to leave, and asked from the other party about their purpose and organization they belonged to - subordinates of the church of Death, active in Beckland's small organization, the Black Skeleton Party.

Soon, the invader who had turned into a secret puppet returned the same way, blowing up the stronghold of the "Black Skeleton Party" and no one survived.

Mr. Dawn Dontez was finally able to continue to have a good night's sleep.

But I don’t know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to feel that everything around him was dimmer than before. Except for the gas lights on the road, everything seemed to be immersed in the pure black shadow.

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May 16, Bakerland time, 3:00 pm.

"...this is how it is. The Lord came before us, said these words to us, and then He left and took away the shadow of the land of God's abandonment..." At the Tarot Conference, Derik vividly told everything that had happened before. His eloquence had been greatly improved at the Tarot Conference. In addition, the story itself was shocking enough that it could bring everyone into the experience he described in a few words. "...Now, although the land of God's abandonment still has no sunshine, the shadow is no longer dangerous..."

The members of the Tarot Society looked at each other and knew that the greatest danger of the land of God's abandonment was the bizarre darkness. As long as the light disappeared, people would disappear into absolute darkness. In such an environment, the difficulty of survival was increased by more than a hundred times.

The gods of faith came to the earth, proclaiming to them that redemption was ahead, and even took away the terrifying darkness in the abandoned land of God - such an epic picture that seemed to be mythologically, made everyone think a lot.

"That means, does Silver City no longer need to light candles at any time?" Audrey couldn't help asking this question.

The "Sun", which looked obviously much faster than before, shook his head:

"There is still dangerous darkness in the land of God's abandonment, but those dangers will not only make people disappear, but also make monsters disappear."

"The shadow that only makes people disappear is gone. In Silver City, we can try to sleep in the dark environment."

Audrey, who was satisfied with curiosity, said sincerely: "This is so good. Thank you for your answer, Mr. Sun."

When the "justice" was finished asking, the "hanging man" couldn't help but ask his most concerned questions:

"In addition to daily life, this should also be of great help to your hunting and exploration."

The implication is: your exploration range should be increased, right? The types of monsters you hunt should increase, right? Can you add a little new variety to the list of monsters around Silver City?

It seemed as if I saw the sheep starting to change their hair, I couldn't help but want to get started and touch it.

Derrick happened to be about to talk about this, and immediately nodded:

"Yes, Mr. 'Hangered Man'."

"I am already a 'notary' and can apply for an extraordinary item that is not a high-sequence and participate in more exploration."

"The Six-Person Council has made a decision. Since the shadow is no longer dangerous, expand the scope of exploration and continue along the "afternoon town" that was opened up, heading to the place where the main eyes come from, and looking for a path outside the land of God's abandonment."

He paused, with a hint of pride in his eyes:

"Although the Lord has said 'Reden is on the way', Silver City supports the decision of the 'Six-Person Council', and we are willing to continue to explore spontaneously, rather than just waiting for the arrival of 'Reden'."

When talking about "redemption", Derick looked at the direction of "fool".

Crane of course also noticed the small movement of the "Sun", or in other words, everyone subconsciously linked "Sheng" with Mr. Fool, because it was Mr. Fool who brought the "Sun" far away from the abandoned land of God to their eyes, and gave him equally through the principle of equivalent exchange of the Tarot Society. Since the Creator said that "Sheng is on the way", they naturally associate it so much.

Therefore, the "fool" himself had similar doubts.

"It is already certain that the ancient sun god believed in by Silver City is the 'real Creator'. He was damaged and fell for some reason, and somehow returned to normal. He began to give the Aurora a normal revelation to the land of God's abandonment... and also tried to communicate with me."

But no matter what, the black coal ball of Aurora will not be washed white, and it will be so black that it will be so black that it will cause great psychological pressure to normal people, let alone talk to their master.

Klein is actually not willing to get closer to this evil god fellow, because if he had a good relationship with the Aurora Society, a madman like Mr. A would give up thinking today and offer rewards to the "fool" news at the secret party, and even make the name of "fool" public. Tomorrow, he might directly announce in the secret party that "Klein Moretti is my Lord's messenger". A dead man suddenly became an important member of the Aurora Society. Not only will he suffer, but Benson and Melissa will suffer, and the church will definitely intervene.

"The goodwill of the real creator" is like "Source Castle", both hot potatoes, not to mention that at present, the former is a little hotter.

However……

Judging from his observation, the Seven Gods Church's exploration of the Land of God's abandonment is still on "collecting legends", and the Aurora Society knows much more than them. If no one else was secretly contacting the Land of God's abandonment, the "salvation" mentioned by the real Creator may be really him.

"Uh... If I have the power, I will definitely provide some help. The sun has been here for a long time, but He said, "Salvation is on the way." What exactly does the real Creator mean?"

“The Aurora will have a route to the land of God’s abandonment…”

“Did the real Creator want me to bring out the people of the abandoned land of God?”

It's a little bit possible... Klein still finds it strange.

"This shouldn't be. He can go in and leave again. Why don't he save people together? Even if He finds it troublesome, the Aurora will have angels, the war angel Medic, and the fate angel Ulolus... Why don't they do it?"

He did not interfere with the heated discussions of the people in the Tarot congregation and fell into his own contemplation.

Suddenly, he thought of the information he just saw from Rossell's diary today:

"On September 11, since becoming an angel, I have felt a split in my personality. In my heart, in my spirit, and in my spirit, there is always a voice urging me to influence me, creating uncontrollable indifference, bloodthirst, cruelty and madness.

"No wonder Mr. Door said that reason is temporary and madness is eternal."

"On September 28, I haven't written a diary for a long time. For most half a month ago, I seemed to be watching myself being replaced by strangers little by little, becoming cold and terrible little by little. Even my daughter Bernadé can only make me develop a small amount of fatherly love, very little."

"Just as I was about to go crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises, my subjects, all those who benefited from my reforms, and believers who regarded me as the son of steam, praised me, sang me, erected statues for me, wrote stories for me, and created poetry for me."

"Their voices were like the anchor of a ship, helping me to 'position' myself."

"I began to have the ability to fight the desire to fight the heartfelt cry. I walked out little by little and could have the normal emotions of being a father, a husband, and a man."

"Just Sequence 2, there is such a change. When it reaches Sequence 0, to the True God level, how terrifying should it be to fight against the madness?"

“Perhaps they also need to ‘position’ to combat extraordinary qualities and strong out-of-control tendencies hidden deep in the collective subconscious.”

"I probably understand a little about why they built churches, spread faith, and why they wrote chapters for the saints of their own power, leaving legends for the corresponding angels..."

anchor……

legend……

Klein resisted the urge to frown and continued to think in a decisive way.

...If the real Creator is really implying that I save Silver City, then if I did, Silver City would definitely thank me.

With his constant help, the little "sun" has already shown signs of wavering in faith. When he learned that the Creator was crazy, he was in pain, confused, and worked harder to prevent himself from stopping because of this matter...

Now, the real Creator has directly declared that "no need to believe in me", which is equivalent to cutting off the faith of Silver City with his own hands. According to the operating rules of this world, Silver City must believe in other gods...

Is the real Creator hopeful...they come to believe in me? Be my anchor?

Klein felt a little ridiculous.

It's incredible from thinking to doing. Rossell's sequence 2 only needs anchor in the diary, but now he's only Sequence 5, and the real Creator is already considering this for him...

...It's a bit scary...

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"From this week, we will hold a regular confession ceremony every week and gradually improve our work style?"

After reading the latest announcement, Mr. X frowned slightly and turned to look at Z who was posting the announcement: "What do you regret? What should you improve?"

Z patted the last announcement on his hand, wiped his hands, and replied:

"Do you still remember Lord 'Haint of Black'?"

"Remember."

"The letters of the 'Holy One of the Black Saints' have been sorted out for this pilgrimage, and they are allowed to copy and read them." Mr. Z saw that Mr. X might not have borrowed the book, and said, "He was tested by the Lord at the end of the pilgrimage path, baptized sins, and redeemed himself. Others have successively defeated the evil thoughts in their hearts, but he and the evil thoughts were in a stalemate. He lost contact for several months and had no news back."
To be continued...