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Lost contact.
The team sent to Tingen to be in charge of the descent has lost contact.
When I got the news, I was in the underground church that came with the Aurora Order's stronghold in Becklund. Except for the occasional person or two who came to pray and suddenly blew up to pieces, it was quiet enough for me to write. The "Listener" knelt on the ground and reported to me, his body shaking violently, as if it was about to crumble into a pool of flesh in front of me.
I didn't respond immediately, and after writing the next line with a classical quill and making up a full stop rigorously. I put down the manuscript paper on my knee and the pad together, and turned my face to him:
"What happened?"
From his confusing answers, I pieced together the general process: First, I knew that this divine descent was actually a deception, and the requirements of using human women as the mother body to conceive the heir of the God was extremely risky, and it was very difficult to complete the ritual. So, the Son of God is actually a smoke bomb, and the real container is the members who are in charge of the ceremony. They didn't know anything, but they were certainly honored by it, so none of us explain the process of it clearly.
Of course, for me, smoke bombs, and backups are the same. It would be best if the Son of God could successfully be born in one go.
But now, a problem arises.
The two members of the ritual were missing, and there was no reply for three days, presumably dead. And Z, who is in charge of this matter, has not sent a report or asked for help, which is unreasonable.
This is also my fault of duty. Strangely, I should have been "watching" there, but I don't know when I withdrew my gaze, because I didn't think it would be possible for this descent to fail. Why? What is affecting me?
I chanted the names of my ally and listened intently, and the chaotic words rushed into my mind carrying knowledge of the dangers of depravity that would explode in an instant, this is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people and shepherds. I expertly cut them off and threw them into the abyss of filth in my consciousness. Thinking of the traces of a distorted fate, I pondered for a moment and confirmed that there is something terrible hidden in that small city, then, according to the experience of the failure of the gods in the past, it is very likely that this thing was... Adam.
"-Got it, stand down."
After a moment of silence, I said to the listener, who was still trembling slightly, "Go and tell the manager of the sealed artifacts that I am going to claim an extraordinary item of at least Sequence 5 from the 'Apprentice' pathway."
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After about ten minutes, I got the sealed artifact I wanted. It was an item that meets my requirements and corresponds to the Sequence 5 "Traveler", in the form of an emerald ring. It doesn't have the characteristics of being alive. It can teleport at very short intervals.
The negative effect is that it has a strong aggregation ability when worn. Unable to accurately locate the destination. And with the constant crying and screaming in the mind. There are quite a lot of negative effects.
A bloody roar, the desire to converge... I know in my heart that this eighty percent is the name of the "Secret Sage" who Mr. X brought together when he came to surrender, from the Abraham family "Secret Sage" was the betrayer of the Abrahams.
Abraham huh? I remember that Mr. Door is still in the hands of the Mother Goddess and Roselle as well.
Though I have quietly polluted him, but the little pollution I have hidden hardly outshine the Fallen Mother Goddess, who has never been restrained. Watching Roselle being devoured by the red moon, I could only sigh with despair. I hinted to him the coordinates of my body and hinted that he should go there, but this guy always played his cards out of the ordinary sense and ran straight to the moon, becoming a puppet in someone else's hand.
If he falls into my hands, at best, he will fall into eternal numbness and chaos. The mother goddess is not as kind as me.
Well good. So, let's go to Tingen now and see what's going on. I put the ring on my hand and imbued it with spirituality, — indeed, I was unable to visualize the destination clearly in my mind. So, I chose a random direction, opened a blue "door" in the air, and stepped in.
The view changed abruptly, and I came to a street that was not very wide, surrounded by low-rise houses, with wastewater flowing down the street and corpses and garbage piled up in the corners. It's the East District, a place of despair. There were no people around, so I roughly estimated the distance and spirituality, and prepared to continue opening the door and leaving the place. Suddenly, there was a spiritual fluctuation in the alley ahead, a light door opened out of thin air, and a figure familiar to me ran out in a panic.
"What's going on?!" Miss Fors Wall cried out in despair, "We're still in the East District, why are we only two blocks apart?!" "
Coming out of the door with her was a petite woman, holding a three-edged thorn in her hand, and after glancing in a certain direction, she was shocked as if she had been struck by thunder, staring in that direction, her body stiffened as a stone.
"It's over." The little woman squeezed the phrase out between her teeth, "He saw us, and I met the eye with Qilangos."
Miss Fors's face turned pale for a moment and lost all blood. She looked at the bracelet on her wrist with only two stones left and reached out to pull it—and then she saw me. Her expression flashed with shock, fear, struggle, and blurted out, "Why are you here?" "
This convergence also came too fast. My eyes swept over the bracelet on her wrist, and I knew it. Then I smiled and asked, like an ordinary person who happened to pass by, ignorant of the impending danger:
"Good afternoon, Miss Wall, and the unknown lady. I'm gathering inspiration in the Eastern District; can I invite you to afternoon tea? "
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Fors's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint in an instant, and she didn't know how she is going to explain the horrors of the extraordinary world to an oldfashioned gentleman who lived a normal and peaceful life. She gritted her teeth, ripped off one of the last two stones on the bracelet, and shouted, "Come here quickly!"
"Trust me, Mr. Vaughan!" She said in the fastest speed of her life, "I'll explain to you later, now follow please us!" "
From the confused look on his face, Mr. Edward seemed to be out of the picture, but walked briskly towards them. The distance between them was only four or five meters, and adults could reach it within a few steps, and Fors didn't care about the distress that only the last stone was left. She opened the door in a race against time, but at this moment, Hugh, who was already extremely nervous beside her, suddenly exclaimed, turned around and pushed her towards the door that was not yet fully formed.
"You go first!" The expression of the little arbiter was something that Fors had never seen before, "Qilangos is already here!" "
Fors's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up at the sky. She noticed that Edward, who was only two paces away from them, was also looking up in that direction. She saw the image that made her blood freeze all over her body in an instant. The cruel pirate general stepped on the windowsill with one foot and used the ability of the "Wind Sweeper" to glide towards them like a big bird! He had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his body was light and vigorous, like an eagle preying on its prey, like a swooping vulture. He watched their struggle with contempt and aloof, his eyes full of ecstasy for his determination to chase.
"Fors, go!"
"No, no! Xio, you're with me—"
Fors's legs were uncontrollable in fear, her thoughts seemed to stagnate, and her fingers clenched Hugh's clothes, trying to pull her through the door. At that moment, she felt her body rise into the air, and before she could be confused, she saw Hugh also follow his feet off the ground, only to see Edward Vaughn, who had already come to them, holding the back collar of one of them in one hand, and throwing them together into the door that had just been completed with incredible force.
"... Wait a minute!" Falling into the brightly colored tunnel, Fors's stagnant mind was reviving again, and she saw the gliding figure of Qilangos gliding through the gap behind Edward Vaughn, but she could do nothing but cry out in despair:
"Don't!! Mr.-"
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Qilangos saw clearly that the woman was not a "Traveler" but was in possession of an extraordinary item of the Traveler's sequence. Although there was still one stone left, it was enough for him to complete the planned murder and escape calmly.
He licked his lips, the bloodthirsty and crazy smile on his face widening further, and he had already seen the images him tearing the two women apart after torture.
With the help of the wind, in just a few seconds he crossed the distance of two streets and came directly to the front of the door. Qilangos reached out and decided to take the middle-aged man who was in the way of his plans to feed the "Creeping Hunger" first, and then calmly snatched the mystical item. But at this moment, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a warning that shook the sky, and then fell into a dead silence in the next second. Qilangos was stunned. The hand with his "Creeping Hunger" on it was less than an inch from the gentleman's back.
The gentleman slowly turned around.
Qilangos suddenly couldn't move.
What's going on?! The pirate general was shocked: the distance of an inch and the time of less than a second seemed to be stretched infinitely, but this man who had never been in his eyes did not change in the slightest.
"If you die here, Miss Wall and her companions will surely suspect me... You look like you taste good though. "
"I still have work to do, and you're bothering me."
Edward Vaughan looked at him calmly, without mockery or contempt. His irises and pupils were deep black, looking misty and without light, accurately reflecting Qilangos' horrified expression. He stands in an upright and graceful posture, with his chest held high, and walks slowly and proudly, like a well-designed and meticulous doll. His gaze lingered on Oilangos's "Creeping Hunger" for a second, then fell silent, as if for a brief moment of thought, a terrifying light like lava flowing from the depths of his eyes. He lifted his cane and tapped the gem-encrusted tip on Qilangos' chest.
"Get out."
From his mouths spewed blasphemies from the depths of the Abyss.
As soon as the words fell, Qilangos was hit with a heavy blow, his sternum was completely dented, and the bones of his whole body made a tooth-aching twisting and shattering sound. His face turned blood-red in an instant, blood overflowed from between his teeth, his skin cracked, his limbs were crooked, and the broken flesh instantly soaked through his clothes. Then, as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram, he was struck like a cannonball, crashing into the roof of a dilapidated bell tower a few hundred meters away, sending up a thick cloud of smoke.
Edward Vaughan turned his back and sensed the flow of sensory time returning to normal. He stepped into the brightly colored tunnel in front of her. The blue door gradually closing behind her, just blocking the scene of Qilangos flying out. By this time, Miss Fors's short "Mr. Vaughan" had not yet pronounced the second word. Then, her unspoken words got stuck in her throat, and she watched in disbelief as the other party entered the door on all fours in the last half second after protecting the two of them.
"Great, great..." she wanted to cry, trembling at the fact that the elder had almost lost his life because of her.
"Don't be afraid, two young ladies, we're safe." Edward comforted them softly, with a look of relief on his face, "It is a gentleman's responsibility to protect women and children, and we are alright now."
"... So, now, why don't you go to my house and have a cup of tea and explain to me what the hell is going on? "
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[Original Author Tianxu Aurora's Notes: *Edward: Well, this looks delicious... Shepherd's pathway's Items? Could it be that the allies' subordinates can't eat it, so it gets out of their possession.
Editor Karl Birdwhistle's Note: So cool!! So cool!!]