Chapter 5: Come and see Aurora play cards

Chapter 5: Come and see Aurora play cards

Chapter 5: Come and see Aurora play cards

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"You lose." Mr. A said sinisterly.

As if to echo his words, the right arm of a person sitting on the other side of the round table suddenly exploded, and flesh and blood flew down, making the bloody smell in the place even stronger.

"Ah, damn it." The shepherd muttered unhappily, and ripped off his shoulder flesh in defeat, letting the entire right arm fall to the ground with a clatter. Now he only had his left hand left, "Ah, how did you suddenly get so lucky?"

"All good fortune and bad luck are gifts from God. Praise God."

Mr. A snorted triumphantly, took the bloodstained banknotes in front of the other party, and covered the evil-fighting cards in his hand tightly to avoid the sight of his other companion who had lost everything but his head, and was trying to peek with his own eyes.

"This is not fair." He "separated" from his body. Then a bloody tentacle quickly emerged from the crack in his neck and stuck firmly to the edge of the table, and his head used the force to return to the table.

"Not only do I have to lose a part every time I lose to you, but I also have to give you the money I worked so hard to save. This is so unfair!"

"I don't need any money either." A smiled coldly, and his beautiful face under the red hood was a little distorted. "As long as you are willing to help me do those voluntary labor, how about two hours for each time?"

"Voluntary labor? Is it difficult?" The shepherd who lost an arm and a leg was stunned for a moment. "I haven't participated in it yet, but I was born in the slums and am familiar with poorhouses and charitable organizations."

“It’s not a question of whether it’s difficult or not!” Mr. A growled in a low voice, his expression twisted indescribably. “Those children, tiny children, the tallest of them is not even as tall as my waist, and their arms are as soft as cotton. What if I can’t control my strength and tear them apart?! And their eyes, all shining brightly, in various colors, dark blue, light brown, black, what if I can’t help but pluck their eyes out as if they were gems?! They don’t understand anything, they just laugh around me and learn to chant the Lord’s name with me, their voices sound like birds chirping, what if I can’t control myself and rip out their throats to make musical instruments?! It’s too hard, this is simply the biggest test the Lord has given me!”

"You don't understand anything! That's hell!"

He spoke a lot in one breath, and the other two shepherds opened their mouths wide as they listened, and stopped playing cards. Their eyes popped out of their sockets and fell on the table. Mr. A was still mumbling non-stop, and the two looked at each other, with the same dull and hesitant expression on their faces.

"A." The head stopped rolling and placed itself on the table seriously, and said in a skeptical tone, "You actually like those children, right?"

Mr. A's eyebrows rose: "What nonsense are you talking about-"

"If it's hell, then don't go there." Another shepherd took the opportunity to flick his fallen eyeball towards Mr. A, trying to read the cards, but Mr. A grabbed his hand and said, "It hurts! It's going to explode! Ah!!"

"That was a test from the Lord!" he said, "I won't give up easily!"

"...I didn't expect Mr. A to have such a big problem with voluntary labor. So next time when we change shifts, let someone else do it?"

"No need!" Mr. A shouted without thinking, and the two shepherds showed the same expression of "As expected" and "This A is just saying one thing and thinking another". Then the three of them were silent for a moment, and looked at the door of the lounge at the same time. The dark saint Xesma stood there expressionlessly, still in a motion of pushing the door. The Lord's ally, the angel of the abyss, stood beside him with a playful smile on his face. It was He who asked the question just now. Seeing the three people looking over, He slowly walked to the table, approaching silently like a dark shadow.

"You actually like those children, don't you?" Edward's voice was filled with a barely perceptible smile, "Those cute little lambs, lovable children bathed in the gaze of their allies."

"..." Under the gaze of this earthly angel, Mr. A did not dare to do anything wrong. He avoided the other's sight, bit his lips, and stammered after a long time, "...Yes, because they are the Lambs of the Lord."

Edward chuckled and nodded: "I understand. You will still be assigned to the charity school's voluntary labor this month. You are now experienced." After saying that, he turned to look at Xesma, who was staring at her toes and not saying a word: "Is it okay?"

"...Okay." Kosma finally managed a forced smile, then quickly retracted it. "Why are you still here? Is today's mass over? Are you playing cards here to kill time? Leave now, reflect and pray, there are still tasks to be done later."

The three shepherds stood up quickly, but their flesh and blood magic was suppressed in front of the strong men of the same sequence. They could only frantically distinguish which piece of meat was theirs and which bone belonged to which part from the ground in panic, and then put themselves together into a complete human body like three 3D puzzles that are not suitable for children.

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"Excuse me, Your Highness Vaughn." Kosma came over and lowered his head slightly. "Is your sacrifice also scheduled on that day this year?"

Edward nodded: "Yes, everything will remain the same."

"The offerings have been prepared. You can check them anytime." Kesma took a deep breath, sweat oozing from his head. "But as for the blood offering to you, we haven't caught enough this year."

"Well, it's the same this year." The Abyss Angel did not show any displeasure. "I can understand that the church and the military will not always let you arrest people, even death row prisoners. What are you going to do?"

"...We have decided to intensify our efforts to search for sacrifices that will satisfy you. If we really cannot gather them all, we will choose to capture people from the East District." Kosma was already adept at handling the situation. "But those sacrifices are often just murders, arson, and petty thefts. The quality does not meet your requirements, so we can only make up for it with quantity. Moreover, you do not accept pure souls." "Too much vitality will make me nauseous, and souls as pure as paper can only make me sick." Edward sighed regretfully, "I am not worthy of them. Give them to my dear allies. I still prefer the souls of heinous crimes and humans who have fallen to the point of having no moral bottom line."

"It's your will." The Dark Saint had a clue in his mind, and whispered a few words to the three shepherds who were still piecing together their flesh and blood, asking them to clean up the place quickly and leave.

"Do you have a candidate in mind for the host of this sacrifice?"

"Master..." Edward Vaughn said calmly with a thoughtful expression, "Richard has found an excuse to stay in Intis. This year, I don't plan to manage the sacrifices that the Aurora Society has given me. I just want to be in charge of the sacrifices within the sect. Last time, you arranged for the Black Saint, so let's do it as usual."

"The Black Saint is in charge of leading the pilgrimage in the second half of this year. He has been on the journey for more than half a month and probably won't be back in time." Kesma reported truthfully, "The person in charge should be the Secret Saint or me. I will report it in time."

After discussing the relevant matters, the Dark Saint politely took his leave. The three shepherds had already packed up and left quietly. The small lounge was silent and dim, and even the breathing was clearly audible. A beam of pale sunlight was cast through the tall square window, and the equally gloomy and dark sky was vaguely visible. In the distance, an unknown bird's cry was heard.

Edward stood quietly for a few seconds, then dragged a chair over and sat down, placing his cane on the table and silently reciting the name of the true Creator.

"The Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the veil of shadows."

"The fallen nature of all living beings."

Then a certain aura descended silently, dark red blood spread from the dark corners, like a deformed hand, bypassing the chair where Edward was sitting, and then devouring the walls, tables and chairs as it moved forward, turning this not-so-spacious lounge into something alive made of wriggling flesh and blood. Bloody mouths opened on the ground, spewing out seductive and decadent mumblings one after another.

The flesh on the wall slid, and a blood-red vertical eye suddenly opened.

"Good evening, ally. It's nice to see you can think."

Edward came out of his prayer state and sat there in a comfortable posture. He looked at the huge eye that occupied the entire wall. It was as if he was not facing an indescribable terrifying existence, but was leisurely sitting in the square at night to rest: "I expect to be promoted to Sequence One this year. Have you found the Sequence One characteristic that was lost outside?"

The blood-red eyeballs rolled, and the opposite wall turned into a bloody mouth.

"moon."

"The Moon? The followers of the original Moon? Those defeated soldiers are actually capable of collecting a copy of the Devil's Sequence 1." Edward pondered for a moment, "I will need you to help me cover it up to avoid any unexpected situations."

The blood-red vertical eye blinked and the mouth opened: "Ritual?"

"That's right. I completed five of the nine massacres and blood sacrifices for one angel. I also devoured the angels of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. My dear friend Roselle made a huge contribution to my digestion progress. Thank Him. It's a pity that He has blocked my prayers and can't hear my praises." He said, "Although I haven't had a chance to digest the potion since then, it has been in a stable state for more than a hundred years. I am more than 70% sure that I will be promoted successfully."

“Okay.” The True Creator responded.

"I have a feeling that my promotion will not go by without any notice." Edward added, "After the promotion is successful, I plan to go back to Intis to see what my maverick believer is doing. By then, the schools and hospitals in Loen will be left to your subordinates to take care of."

"it is good."

"Remember to arrange more people to help. The shepherds are free volunteers and doctors." Edward thought about it and couldn't help but remind him, "Prepare the oracle first, and don't start preaching as soon as you arrive. Attracting believers of the true gods is a small matter, but destroying facilities and buildings is a big deal. Don't worry about it! Otherwise, I will sacrifice the account book to you."

The True Creator was silent for a moment, and the flesh, blood, and shadows all disappeared in the blink of an eye, and He quickly left the small lounge.

TBC
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*The transition chapter of the harmonious and beautiful daily life of the Aurora Society

*The ritual of Demonic Path 2 to 1 was fabricated by me based on the original work
*Ding, character update - Edward's definition of "friend" is: someone who helps him, kills him, trusts him, but also suspects him, moves forward together, and finally pleases him with death.

(End of this chapter)