Chapter 205 Induction

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Klein exited the dream and made bold assumptions about the meaning behind the words of Amyrius and the members of the "Twilight Hermitage" who suddenly appeared. However, he had no way to verify it, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being and forget about it.

Anyway, the person who triggered the warning from the "Twilight Hermits" was Admiral Amyrius, and it has nothing to do with me... As long as I do nothing these days and don't get involved, I can survive until the end of the commission. How will it develop in the future? I have nothing to do with it! With my current rank, I am still far from investigating the "Twilight Hermit Society" and I am not qualified to spy on anything... Klein followed his inner will and turned to examine his own Tarot Society.

"Oh, I discovered a problem. Other secret organizations mainly focus on practicing their own purposes and ideas, mixed with mutual help among members, but our Tarot Society is amazing. We only entrust each other, without purposes and ideas... ...No, there are purposes and ideas in the eyes of some members. For example, 'Moon' classmate believes that this is an organization born to save the world..." "The Fool" Klein laughed at himself and exited the dream.

He rubbed off the artificial eye and pushed the real eye back into place. His movements were very smooth, with sudden pauses along the way.

"It wasn't just a simple dream!" Klein frowned slightly before recalling it.

Because that power first tried to pull him into deep sleep!

"I was already asleep at the time, why would he do that? The captain said that 'Nightmares' can see dreams directly, so it is impossible to make such a mistake... So, the visitor just now did not use a 'Nightmare'-like method Extraordinary ability, but another method... Positioning in the spiritual world?

Or, knowing my location, directly affects my mental body through the collective subconscious sea described by Ms. Daly?

"Well... I prefer the second one. Only this can explain why I have regained my sanity but can't escape from the dream. Emperor Russell also said in his diary that he participated in an organization suspected of being the 'Twilight Hermits' , the party is held through a real dream that covers the continent, a real 'dream'..."

Klein nodded and laughed silently while sighing.

"Admiral Amilius must not have expected the warning from the Twilight Hermits.

"In other words, they hired me. If it were someone else, they would have been exposed just now! I am worthy of the 'Ninth Law' talisman."

"It seems that there will be some disturbances in the past few days."

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"The trend of the times..."

Far away in Loen in the northern continent, in the manor, the true creator was also reciting these words.

The handwritten note in Intis language was still placed on His desk, and the person who wrote the note had already run to the sea, waiting for the next instruction.

The True Creator paced slowly in the room, his finger passed over the note, and the bottomless shadow swallowed it.

An ordinary victim who personally experienced the Great Smog Incident and had an understanding of the situation at the time got separated from his companions when he left Backlund to settle in other cities, and was caught by spies from the Feysac Empire.

Since there were many victims of the smog, this incident was not noticed immediately.

By the time the local Aurora Society members discovered the spies' activities, the Fusac people were almost leaving the border.

Members of the Aurora Society who were overseeing the local area tried to follow and accidentally exposed themselves. A conflict broke out with the Fusac spy, and both were caught by the local church.

The victim was not found and seemed to have been transferred ahead of time.

The envoys who intercepted people on the Intis border and at sea found fellow spies who brought their victims back home, but failed to keep them.

In this matter, the Aurora Club, which is good at fighting in the dark and familiar with the terrain, completely failed. Neither group of people could intercept Fusac's spies. Instead, they were defeated by this group of outsiders who did not understand the terrain and had no home field advantage. Escaped smoothly.

This is the most unreasonable part of it.

"He finally showed his flaws, in this little thing."

The True Creator looked serious, and the members who were following the spies were exposed. During the tracking process, they happened to run into the local "punisher" of the Church of Storms who was investigating another extraordinary incident.

The movements and spies of the Aurora Society attracted the attention of the "Punishers", and the Church of Storms stepped up its vigilance. Therefore, Ms. D, the lurking divine messenger in the second operation, was easily discovered. Storm is hostile to all Beyonders of the "Sun" path, even more so than spies.

"The layout this time is somewhat rough, but it is enough to hide it from ordinary people."

"The fine detail adjustments should be His own instruction, but whether He did it himself remains to be verified."

Adam sent this victim who had certain evidence into the hands of Feysac's spies, and the real creator finally used this to peek into part of the future trend of the times, and used this to deduce Adam's layout.

"The royal family of the Fusac Empire are hunters and have sufficient needs to wage war."

"Since a war is unavoidable, the trend of the times that Adam can easily promote is 'the Feysac Empire declares war on Loen or Intis', but this is an obvious thing. Feysac has been in recent decades. Harassing these two countries cannot be regarded as controlling the trend of the times. So, from the perspective of adjacent channels, the trend of the times promoted by Adam is most likely 'The Feysac Empire declares war on the Kingdom of Loen'."

"With the pressure of doomsday and the arrangements given to the Earth Mother Goddess, the God of War will be willing to give it a try."

"This is their internal conflict and has nothing to do with other gods. There is a high chance of speculation, but they will not intervene easily."

"If everything goes well, the goddess of the night will become a dual-path true god, and she has also completed the ceremony of becoming a god and is about to become a visionary."

In just a few words, the True Creator predicted what might happen in the future to a close, and Adam's action this time allowed Him to finally determine the details of the "trend of the times" - if the final war was not caused by the Feysac Empire, then It will definitely affect the effect of Adam's godhood ceremony.

but……

"Why does He have to control it himself?"

"Is something unexpected happening? Is there another country that is about to trigger a war first?"

"According to his past behavior, when such an emergency occurs, his first choice should be to use various methods to solve the emergency or to control it, rather than speeding up the deployment."

In fact, with the characteristics of the "writer" and the status of the King of Angels, the things written by him are so close to the future that even the concept of "emergency situations" is almost impossible to appear.

Losing a victim is not a big deal. The information revealed behind this is what the true Creator cannot ignore.

Adam was unable to solve the unexpected situation. Could it be that the true God intervened secretly?

The dark night will definitely not hinder Adam when the plan is about to begin, and other gods should not know much about this plan.

Not likely.

"If this is not His whim, that leaves only one situation."

"Changes occurred in Himself... He lost the power to ensure the smooth emergence of the trend of the times!"

Adam was injured? It is even possible that part of the power of macro-control of the historical process has been lost? The True Creator's pupils shrank, and he was shocked by this possibility - there has been no war at the angelic level in recent decades, and there has been no reshuffle of forces. How could Adam be suddenly damaged and lose part of his power? Who can in turn give a heavy blow to the "audience" who is best at hiding himself?

More importantly, there was no news about this incident from beginning to end.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces. It is understandable that Adam himself concealed this matter, but the person who injured him did not take any action after that, did not show favor to the three gods, and did not allow any changes within the "audience" channel, which is unreasonable !

Or maybe something happened and it was over without anyone knowing.

In this way, Adam's damage happened earlier!

Earlier...

Suddenly, the True Creator thought of an important moment in history, an event involving angels and the true God, in which Adam also participated.

This incident had little to do with Him at the time, and it had ended long ago, so it was not noticed by Him.

——Nearly two hundred years ago, the era of "Black Emperor" Russell Gustave.

Things became complicated and confusing, and at this time, the real creator realized almost painfully that Adam's damage was most likely related to the outer gods.

"How long have I been walking on the tightrope without knowing it..."

How long has the earth been walking side by side with the eternal disaster?

It was like walking in boundless darkness, and then a ray of light shone through, and I was horrified to find that I was walking on the edge of an abyss.

There is nothing else to think about except fear.

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After not closing his eyes all night, Lieutenant General Javier sat up with his eyes covered with red bloodshot eyes, and there were deep shadows under his eyes.

He slowly put on his clothes and walked towards the bathroom with straight eyes. The full-length mirror in the corner reflected the figure of a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and disheveled hair, walking like a zombie wearing a gorgeous coat.

Of course, demigods will not be affected mentally or physically by not sleeping all night. As long as they are willing, they can stay in good condition without eating or sleeping for a week.

Therefore, the current bad and decadent look is Javier's inner expression.

The servants walking towards him in the corridor lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the general's face.

The general was in a bad mood, and his subordinates did not dare to rest peacefully. It was just dawn, and the adjutant had already arrived in the conference room. His meticulous appearance could not hide his fatigue and nervousness. Seeing the general coming in, the adjutant stood up quickly and lowered his head to say hello.

"This is the latest news from last night." The adjutant immediately reported, "Admiral Aemilius Levitt has arrived..."

Javier raised his hand to signal the adjutant not to continue speaking, and then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I want to talk to the Governor."

The adjutant felt something and looked embarrassed: "The governor's schedule starts at nine o'clock. The first thing today is to pick up Admiral Levitt who has arrived at the port secretly."

Javier seemed not to have heard anything and kept talking: "No matter what, the Governor is a kind man and he will show mercy to the innocent people. If he can be persuaded, this matter will turn around."

"The Spiritual Religion Group won't negotiate for peace. I have spies there. The senior leaders don't even prepare for peace talks. This is a trap and a delaying tactic."

"...General, perhaps submitting appropriate information can better persuade the governor." Seeing that he could not stop it, the adjutant had no choice but to make a suggestion.

"I know." Javier took a deep breath, "I have no evidence."

"Submit the application, I want to talk to the Governor." Finally, he said, "I... go out for a walk."

After saying that, he turned around and left, returned to his residence to tidy himself up again, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a long time, and then slowly took off the officer's uniform that symbolized his identity and status.

He put on a simple coat, did not ride in a carriage, and did not notify any subordinates. He just opened the window and quickly left the Governor's Mansion surrounded by the wind.

Life in the city is still going on as usual. There are soldiers patrolling the roads. Most of the people who have not left are ordinary residents who have no channels or money. They will only come out for a short time during the day to buy some food and then leave. Won't stay on the streets long.

The law stipulated the personnel and scope of entry and exit, and the arrival of General Negan greatly reduced the pressure on the defense.

Barricades and signs of fighting could be seen just blocks away. You can even see transparent shadows and some stiff human bodies wandering in the shadows of some streets. These dead people who don't know when they will suddenly appear have caused huge trouble to the army in a few months.

Seeing this depressing scene, Javier became even more depressed.

Before the invasion of the Spiritual Religion Group, Aldera was a prosperous and prosperous city, the third largest trading city in Balam. People come and go in the city, the tourism industry is very developed, there are many plantations outside the city, and businessmen are willing to come here to do business.

But now, half of the city is in ruins, and no one has escaped from outside the city for a long time.

The injured soldier was sitting in the corner. Behind the bunker, he sat with the ragged residents and beggars, and everything was devastated.

Javier walked in the city like a zombie. After walking for a long time, he got tired and sat down on a bench to rest.

He was thinking about how to protect this place and how to thwart the conspiracy of the Spiritual Religion.

At this moment, a voice floated next to him:

"You look like you're in a bad mood."

Javier's hair almost exploded. He turned around suddenly and suddenly found a brown-haired man sitting on the other end of the bench. He was holding a newspaper in his hand and had a few books beside him. It seemed that he had already sat down. Been here for a while.

The state affected his vigilance, and he had not noticed that there was another person here before. Javier did not answer, not wanting others to notice his mood.

"Can you please step aside a little?" the brown-haired man said again, his attitude was very good, gentle and patient, "You're pressing on something I put there."

Javier looked around and noticed that a corner of his scarf was exposed under his butt.

These things and this person seemed to suddenly appear here. If it weren't for the fact that this man didn't have any spiritual brilliance belonging to an extraordinary person, Javier would have wondered whether he was being entertained by some high-sequence powerhouse.

He stood up angrily: "Sorry."

"Thank you for your understanding." The middle-aged man took the scarf back, folded it and put it on the other side, and said, "Are you from the Northern Continent? There don't seem to be many Northern Continental people in this city now."

Being regarded as a Northern Continent was undoubtedly a compliment. This sentence really spoke to his heart - Javier felt proud for a moment. He did not refute, but said:

"I haven't left yet."

The middle-aged man smiled clearly, and then became worried: "Aldera is already very unsafe. I hope this negotiation can go smoothly."

Javier sat back, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly:

"Yes, but the Spiritual Religion Group is coming fiercely, so it's probably not that easy to deal with."

"But I heard that the Governor is already making preparations." The middle-aged man was a little uneasy, "It should go well, right?"

"How could it go smoothly? How could those cunning cults miss this opportunity!" Normally, no one was willing to listen to him. This topic happened to be the source of his recent thoughts, so Javier immediately started chatting. :

"I think they just want to show off, hold off the Governor and the others, and then look for an opportunity to invade."

"Perhaps the negotiation itself is a trap. What if the 'Pale Queen' does not leave, but prepares to take advantage of the negotiation to kill everyone? Aldra will be completely unable to resist?"

"It shouldn't be possible, right? Does the cult dare to go against the Loen Kingdom?"

Javier snorted: "It was already wrong."

"Then what should we do?" The middle-aged man was obviously panicked. "My neighbors and friends were all killed in this attack. My family is still anxiously waiting for me to return to the Northern Continent. I don't want to die too. it's here."

"Yes, that's right." He suddenly added, "Won't General Rena care about this matter? I heard that he has resigned and returned to Loen. Has he also given up on Aldera?"

TBC

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It's half past six after midnight.