Chapter 203 The Future

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"I hope that the center of the conflict will be detonated in Aldera City within this month."

Edward looked forward, slowly tapped his legs with his fingers, and spoke unhurriedly:

"It's February 9th now."

"The new governor has only been here a few days and has not yet established his prestige. What you can use of his death is very limited."

After thinking for several seconds, he turned his head, looked at Mirela who came to negotiate, and suddenly said: "To detonate conflicts, it is not to kill the governor to officially start a war. Sia Eggers did not come in person, so you can be responsible for this Deal—you want to buy something on sale.”

Mirela nodded cautiously. This sentence was finalized after discussion, in order to prevent the devil from having any chance to add distortion.

The devil seemed to have suddenly lost interest. He sighed and leaned back on the back of the sofa. He raised a hand and waved casually:

"Tell me about it."

"...A mutiny." Mirela recited the script. "Our purpose is to cause chaos within the Roen garrison and gradually split it from the inside. The original garrison generals have been confronting us for several months, and both sides have many problems. It’s a huge loss, but the new general just wants to complete the peace talks and leave. He seems to have other purposes in coming to the Southern Continent.”

"What is the name of the general who is confronting you?"

"Javier Reina." Mirela took out a document out of thin air and sent it to Edward with a gust of cold wind.

Edward did not look through the documents: "This surname does not belong to the ancient language system of the countries in the northern continent. Where is he from?"

"Strictly speaking, he is from the Southern Continent, or a mixture of Northern and Southern ancestry. He comes from the Highland Kingdom and settled in Balam about a hundred years ago." Mirela explained in more detail, "His family is close to the Northern Continent and has been in the Northern Continent for decades. Years ago, a decree issued by the Kingdom of Loen to 'let Southern Continental people manage the Southern Continent' allowed their family to be reused. Although Loen did not want to see the Southern Continental governor, he still knew how to ease the conflict."

"He is very loyal to Luen?"

"Yes." Mirela said, "And his reputation in the country is also very high, because while he calls on the people to accept the rule of the Northern Continent, he also attaches great importance to the people's ideas, and even cares about them. Of course, it's just In order for people to better serve the Northern Continent.”

Edward took a look and put the file down.

"A general who cares about his subordinates and the people will resist without me taking action. In addition, he also has considerable influence. With a little provocation, it is not difficult to develop a mutiny."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Mirela did not answer directly, but seemed to sort out the order of his lines.

"The new general's last name is Negan."

He just said this, and then looked at Edward, as if waiting for him to think of something.

Edward did think of something, first Jason Belial, then the Devil Card, then the glass greenhouse with the rose garden, and finally the body of Duke Negan that he casually glimpsed in the corner of his memory.

"Young people from the Negan family, conservative members, came here to take charge of peace talks and establish prestige for themselves."

"He will do his best to ensure that the peace talks go smoothly."

"At the same time, he is of noble birth and comes from a ducal family. It is impossible for him to look down on people from the Southern Continent, even General Rena, who has the nationality of Loen, is loyal and is married to Loen's wife."

Edward looked down and glanced at the documents beside him, with a strange smile on his lips.

"Want to use a mutiny to kill two demigods, eliminate the main force of Loen, and force the governor to withdraw from the defense?"

"Not only that, it seems that Shia Eggers also wants this mutiny to affect the public opinion situation in Loen, so that they have no time to take care of herself who has captured the city. She has a lot of ideas."

"After Aldera falls into chaos, we will intervene to protect the Governor." Mirela said without any emotion. "After all, he is a good person and an important person."

Speaking of being in chaos, Mirela couldn't help but glance out the window. There were many neatly dressed people squatting by the wall, staring at the passers-by with their eyes, which was extremely unsettling. This is a middle-class neighborhood, and it is afternoon, but the flow of people on the street is almost non-existent. There are still shouts, uniform slogans and gunshots on other nearby streets.

If the devil is lured to Aldera, the chaos there will be a hundred times worse than this city...

As he thought about it, he sneered in his heart again - after a few months of fighting, there were not many people left in Aldra.

The idiots from the Artificial Death Sect are still trying to let that false god protect themselves, and are not even willing to provide some support!

Aldera has important strategic significance. It is also a symbol and a flag. It is the first step in the true restoration of the country. From the moment it is decided to march, it is impossible to retreat.

If Aldera cannot be captured after paying so many sacrifices and prices, then the Restoration Council can be dissolved on the spot.

"Okay, I also plan to relax my muscles and bones recently and go to other places in the southern continent to relax."

"We are also old partners. Do us a favor and expand the chaos with just a little effort."

While Mirela was thinking about countermeasures gloomily, Edward picked up the document again and flipped through it casually.

This matter is not difficult. It is best to let someone like him with a chaotic attitude and evil style do it. If there are other high-sequence demons, the Spiritual Religion Group will definitely try to contact them. It's a pity that the current path of demons is severely disconnected, and there are no other Sequence Two.

He had already smelled the aroma of grilled fish, and noticed that the figure of the hostess pushing the dining cart appeared in the corridor where the restaurant was located from time to time, so he had the idea to quickly send this person from the Spiritual Religion Group away and enjoy the delicious food in peace. .

"What is the asking price of the Spiritual Religion Group?"

The first sentence is a piece of cake, but the next sentence starts to talk about the price. Mr. Edward is so realistic. Of course, Mirela did not really believe the devil's polite words, and still maintained a respectful attitude and said:

"In the upcoming great sacrifice, the 'god' Si'a is most likely to appear."

"It's your turn to take action."

Edward's eyes narrowed.

The sacrifices of the Rose School are massive, accompanied by bloodshed, dismemberment, terrorist attacks, indulgence of desires, and even indiscriminate attacks. This group of people is usually in a state of mental disorder and madness, and it will only get worse when the big sacrifice comes.

When Si'a announced the start of the high sacrifice, they spontaneously gathered in many places, exposed, and indulged.

Therefore, they are more unrestrained and cannot be restrained even by death.

This almost half a month is the carnival of the Rose School, and it is also the overtime period of the Zhengshen Church's mental tension. Horrible incidents will appear on the headlines of newspapers, and people will die as often as half a year.

This period of time will also be one of the few times when Si'a appears, usually hiding himself with the help of his arrogant subordinates. He will wander around several sacrificial sites that interest him, so another important activity in the sacrificial ritual is to offer novel and precious sacrifices to attract the favor of His Highness Si'a.

Edward immediately said: "Someone in the Rose School has prepared something good?"

This is of a competitive nature and must be kept secret. It seems that the Spiritual Religion Group has gotten some wind.

Mirela paused for a second:

"I'm sorry, I don't know the specifics."

"As far as I know, the 'gods' gave the leaders there the gift of promotion."

"That was decades ago. In recent years, the control has become stricter. Even my sacrifices are not available. The 'gods' often just wander around and watch on behalf of the gods, and no longer sit at the table."

The devil was a little regretful: "Although the Rose School is mentally ill, it still has a way of screening and extracting confessions. There must be no doubts in the process of obtaining the sacrifice. If just a demigod sacrifice could attract Si'a, I would have delivered it myself." They are alone.”

"Of course, huh, the biggest problem is that there are basically no living demigods in the Temperance Sect. I don't know if Si'a will accept them through other means."

It's not like I haven't thought about Si'a before, but the Bound God who possesses both uniqueness and sequence one is obviously a better answer.

Mirela didn't dare to answer the question, he was just here to bring a message, and when he did, he was about to stand up and leave.

Suddenly, he thought of something else: "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen has one more thing to ask you."

"Want to get information?"

"I want to confirm something."

"That is to obtain information."

Edward looked at the watch again, his eyes staying on the ticking hands and no longer looking at Mirella. This was already a sign of impatience. Mirela knew that she should leave quickly and immediately spoke:

"Her Majesty would like to know——"

"Is the twisted order about to reappear on the earth?"

"Are my people buried in their graves?"

Edward was still looking at his watch. Mirela didn't dare to speak. After a moment of silence, he burst out laughing.

"A meaningless temptation!" A rather relaxed and cheerful smile appeared on the devil's face, but Mirela did not really feel any relief from that smile. "The little princess named Shia Palenque is still Living in His heart? The fear and hatred of the country and family have continued to this day, and the invincible Emperor actually makes the Pale Queen a little afraid."

"He had the answer in mind when He asked this question. I am too lazy to answer the question."

Edward waved his hand lazily: "In that case, I also have something to say to Him."

Mirela quickly sat upright, showing an expression of listening.

He suddenly felt that the world had become quiet, darkness spread before his eyes, and everything around him seemed unclear. Only a voice echoed in his ears, saying the conditions he could not resist:

"I promised Shia Eggers that if he caused a war, I would give him a silent city."

"Do you want a city...with only people from the Southern Continent?"

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A room that does not exist in the real world.

The tables and chairs were slightly twisted, and outside the room was a huge empty world with countless people standing in it.

A priest with blond hair and a blond beard held an ordinary pen and spread out the notebook in his hand.

As the notebook was flipped through, some discontinuous sentences gradually emerged.

"... Shia Palenque Eggers has been feuding with the Northern Continent for a long time, and the Balam Empire's restoration war cannot be delayed. If this continues, the war may break out in the Southern Continent first, but this is the capital of all the countries in the Northern Continent. I don’t want to see it.”

"...the Rose School's sect in Behrens actually got information about the late Highland Princess's student through an incident. They are preparing to go to the Northern Continent for a secret hunt to find this person who has a special identity and may be able to attract the favor of a great being. The sacrifices are delivered to the altar."

The ink has dried on these words, and they seem to have been written a long time ago.

"Agaritu Wyatt arrived at a ruins where he worshiped the gods. Unfortunately, he and Anderson Hood, who was traveling with him, were cursed by angel murals that randomly appeared in the ruins. He will suffer a fatal crisis in the future."

This sentence was written just a few pages ago, seemingly just a few days ago.

Crash, crash.

The pages of the notebook were turned at a steady pace.

The priest reached out and opened the notebook to a clean new page, filled it with ink with the old absorbent pen, and wrote casually as if writing a diary:

"The subordinates of the Pale Queen were tempted by the devil, or were simply told their deepest desires by the devil. This is not important. What is important is that he is moved, and will do his best to persuade the Pale Queen to accept this condition. Perhaps It’s counterproductive.”

"An intelligence leader from the Fusac Empire who was investigating the 'Backlund Great Smog' incident finally obtained important evidence. He found the victims of the Great Smog in Loen. The progress of the investigation has progressed by leaps and bounds, and the probability of war is extremely high. It broke out first in the northern continent."

After the calm-faced priest wrote a sentence, he would stop and think about it for a while, as if there could be no loopholes in these diary-like words.

After a while, the priest continued writing.

A few lines of words quickly appeared on the notebook.

When He finished the last sentence, it was like a gust of wind blowing, and this dream-like room disappeared.

…

A dark room was filled with darkness as thick as glue.

The thick smell of blood and dim light flowed in the shadows, outlining various mysterious patterns that would drive you crazy just by looking at them.

The lights in this room were on, but even the light had been swallowed up by the darkness.

A carpet of flesh and blood slowly squirmed on the ground, and incomprehensible murderous whispers came from the depths of the darkness. A cold and cold atmosphere lingered, and the originally quiet environment suddenly gave people an eerie feeling.

After a long time, the shadows in the room sped up and gathered in the center of the house like a whirlpool, all flowing to the people in the room.

Only then did the room reveal its original appearance. It was an elegantly decorated study room with floor-to-ceiling windows.

The young man with black and gold hair closed his eyes. His right shoulder suddenly cracked, and a head exactly like his came out of the flesh. A pair of blood-red eyes quickly looked around, with traces of blood on his face and hair. There was blood flowing horizontally.

Then, a head was drilled out of the left shoulder.

Surprisingly, the blood flowed on the black robe that resembled a bishop's robe and disappeared after a few seconds, without a single drop of blood dripping.

The middle head opened its eyes and moved its body left and right. The flesh and blood squirmed, and the two heads returned to the flesh and blood.

"Sequence 3..."

The True Creator felt the spiritual power in his body, and after confirming the sequence he was currently in, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the suppression was timely, otherwise I would have rushed directly to sequence two."

"It would be terrible to be promoted to Rank 2 near Backlund."

It is easy to attract attention in high-sequence leapfrog promotions, because it is impossible to do it, it can only be a divine descending ceremony.

Since he rose to Sequence 4, his body in the Land Abandoned by the Gods has confirmed that the container in the outside world is strong enough. It no longer needs the true creator to slowly fuse the power through rituals and mystical connections, but has begun to take the initiative to go here. Infuse the body with strength.

But this enlightenment is really nothing serious, and my already crazy mind has no concept of "the container will be overloaded". I just want to quickly return to normal, escape from the land abandoned by the gods, and escape from the joint imprisonment of the seven gods. .

However, this matter cannot be rushed. Today's promotion has been very sudden, and the entire manor was pulled into absolute darkness with the echo of murmurs in an instant. If the True Creator hadn't suppressed it in time, this darkness would have expanded further. With the angel's ability, a few minutes would have been enough to swallow up most of Backlund from here.

Then the Church of Night and the Church of Storms broke out at the same time, rushing over with fear and lightning, and carefully sifted their small place through a sieve. The demigods lost to the angels, and the angels blocked the true gods.

After losing to the Seven Gods, we lost to Adam, and in the end we lost.

The True Creator looked at the gradually recovering night scene of the manor outside, and at the members of the Aurora Society kneeling on the ground, his eyebrows knitted together:

"It's faster than I imagined. I have to leave Backlund when I'm promoted to Sequence Two."

"The best way is to return to the land abandoned by the gods, but being too close to the main body during promotion may also affect my rationality."

Moreover, returning to the Land Abandoned by the Gods also means returning to the cage. If you are promoted there, you may be imprisoned by the Seven Gods and the main body if you don't enter.

It took a total of six months from around Sequence 8 at the time of advent to Sequence 3 now. This was no longer simply riding on a rocket, but running with a rocket behind it. Probably only the ancient gods who were born could be faster. Be quick.

As night fell, the true Creator was speechless for a moment, quietly staring at the red moon and the sky full of stars. The shadow curtains of mysticism blocked and wrapped Him layer by layer.

There was this piece of paper on the desk behind Him, a handwritten report with beautiful feminine cursive calligraphy:

"The target has been intercepted by the Fusac Empire. Protection failed. Please ask for further instructions."

TBC

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If I pass Section 3 tomorrow, I will make an extra update.