Chapter 270 Disaster Is Coming

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Tick, tick, the warm blood continued to fall to the ground, gathering into a pool of blood under Ince Zangwill's knees.

His sharp-nailed hands gripped a bloody piece of raw meat and bit into it frantically.

The white quill and the blood-stained old notebook were spread out casually behind his back. The defected Bishop of the Night seemed to no longer care about how the dangerous 0-08 would act recklessly with his own destiny. He only cared about the delicious food in front of him and the aftermath of murder. Euphoria comes.

On the pages splattered with a lot of dark red blood, there are more lines of text:

"Poor Ince Zangwill, the feeling of madness was so good that he was completely captured by the joy of killing, which was unavailable in a clerical career that preached the desire to control."

"Why don't you use your own power? Why don't you just act as you want? It's obvious that you've left the damn church, that you can use your own power to enjoy yourself, that you're already a high-ranking demigod..."

"...But I have always been afraid of being discovered by the church and dare not speak out. I live in various organizations like a street rat, only to be kicked away after using it. Isn't this very ridiculous?"

"Poor Ince Zangwill, when did the devil's heart replace your heart?"

The blood spread up and covered the last line of words.

Ince Zangwill's face, as profound as a classical sculpture, cast a strange shadow, and his eye sockets were sunken deeply. His chest was covered with blood, his sharp teeth were covered with bloodshot and broken flesh, and his only remaining eye flashed a bloody and terrifying light in the darkness.

After finishing eating, he picked up 0-08 and the notebook. Without even reading the words on them or the cynicism of 0-08, he left here and left in a random direction. He had no goal, as if he was just wandering on the road to escape. Killing without purpose.

He seemed to have completely transformed into a demon.

…

A few days later, Klein sat on the sofa of the East Balam Veterans Officers Club again.

He has initially collected some information about Dongbailang through his own channels, and obtained first-hand information within the Aurora Society. If the matter is finalized, you should be prepared to discuss the time and remuneration for traveling to West Balam with the contact guide.

"Xibailan is really chaotic. Even if he is just a medium-sized warlord, sometimes it is difficult to tell which force he belongs to and who is supporting him... Does the Rose School of Thought have a strong influence here? How about that? For me, the danger has risen sharply..." Klein recalled the intelligence he had collected, which was provided by Danitz, the "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Edwina.

Edwina's information is wider in scope, but not as detailed as the Aurora Society. There are almost all contacts between secret organizations, including which organization, which country, and which demigod a certain warlord or tribal leader serves. , can give a rough answer.

Klein once again felt the comfort of being backed by a large and powerful organization. This was a completely different feeling from carefully maintaining the platform and the majesty of "The Fool" when running a Tarot Club.

Entering the club, in the same room as before, Klein met Army Colonel Calvin again.

After a few minutes of customary greetings and business flattery, Calvin finally got down to business, looked at Dwayne Dantès, and said with a smile:

"I've heard about your establishment of a charitable fund for student aid."

"In front of the goddess, all believers are distinguished only by their character, whether they are nobles or commoners, whether they are men or women, it is the same."

"May those who live in bad places be free from fear and find peace. May our children be able to protect themselves in dangerous wars and return to us safely."

"I'm very happy. I didn't find the wrong person. You are a gentleman with impeccable moral character and piety. The virtues you possess are far more valuable than the help we can give. I am very relieved to leave the matter to you."

What he was talking about was this Saturday's charity gathering. After witnessing the current situation of Backlund's East End and poor children, Dwayne Dantès proposed to the Church of the Night to launch a charity donation event for children who cannot afford to go to school. Donate.

Klein had discussed similar topics several times in the past two days, and immediately said skillfully and sincerely:

"No, my success just proves the love of the gentlemen and ladies who participated in the charitable donation. In my opinion, this love is more precious than the donation itself."

Klein was really surprised to raise 100,000 gold pounds through a charity gala for nobles and wealthy people.

What surprised him even more was that after making the donation, Miss Justice joined the "Luen Charitable Student Fund" as a director.

Calvin's smile became even more enthusiastic and he said with satisfaction:

"The items we want to send have all been packed and sorted and stored in a warehouse in Pulitzer Harbour."

Packing? It sounds like a lot. As expected of a nobleman, it seems like it will not be a simple express delivery job... Klein thought of the large and small containers on the cargo ships at the port in the past and was mentally prepared.

He pondered for a moment:

"When does it begin?"

"Everything is ready, including food and medicine that have been processed to extend their shelf life. If possible, we hope to deliver it to the children within two weeks."

Klein opened his eyes slightly, not hiding his surprise - two weeks? It takes a week to get back and forth!

The character of Dwayne Dantès is just an ordinary person without extraordinary characteristics. Even if he can hire a good extraordinary bodyguard, sailing on the sea is definitely not a safe and fast thing! If you encounter a pirate general or even a pirate king, will you still survive?

"I know this is difficult, and we are willing to give you thanks and compensation after the matter is over."

Calvin sighed and looked embarrassed:

"The shipping routes between the north and south continents have been closed a lot, and some islands are no longer safe to dock at, so a lot of time is wasted by taking detours. We can help you bear the transportation costs on the way, but we cannot send personnel to assist you on the way. ."

You want me to complete it within two weeks, and bear the risks on the sea and the southern continent alone, but never mention the specific reward, as if I am honored to be able to help you - indeed, a wish with vague origins Being a wealthy person in the upper class can gain a lot of goodwill at once. If I really want to join the aristocracy, it is indeed worth the risk.

But saying there is no one to protect you in the process actually means "you can sneak in some oil and water", right? But these things are all meant for the noble children in their families. Haha, if those people write a letter home, Dwayne Dantès’s efforts will be...

Within two weeks, today is already the 15th, which is close to the end of the month. It seems that I will not be able to catch up with the birth party of the "Snake of Destiny"... I am still waiting for his umbilical cord blood. It seems that I can only tell then... Gram Ryan's thoughts changed and he replied:

"I need to make some preparations and will leave as soon as possible."

Calvin and others breathed a sigh of relief. They were willing to travel back and forth between the north and south continents during this special period. There were very few people transporting items. It was difficult to get the other party to move without paying huge sums of money. The appearance of Dwayne Dantès, who had certain connections, was a real help in times of need. The two weeks were a bit tight, and they were a little worried that he would not agree.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the officers. Calvin and Senator Macht looked at each other and said with a smile:

"No problem. I wish you the best."

557

West Balam, City of Behrens.

"My dearest Shanita, this is the 1231st day and night we have been apart."

"Does Violet like her sixth birthday gift? I'm sorry, please tell her that dad can't go back to see her this year."

"Please forgive me for breaking my promise, I have to stay here. Apart from gods and duties, I only miss you."

The blond Major General Constantine Levitt walked slowly on the streets of the city with a bulky camera in his arms.

The air was filled with moist water vapor, and the residents of the city were rushing to and fro, covering their faces with scarves, revealing only a pair of eyes that could not tell the difference of blood. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were closed, and frightened families were hidden behind them.

The thin morning fog slowly dissipated under the midday sun. Barriers were placed on the streets. Barbed wire fences were erected at various checkpoints in the city. Prayers and cries were heard day and night from the churches. The smell of gunpowder smoke and death filled the air. Here, it’s endless.

"I'm sorry that your brother Johnson died in an operation to break up the army. He was very outstanding. He died after a heroic battle, showing military magnanimity and the decency of the Loveland family."

"I hope his wife and son will not grieve too much."

Among the many ports in West Balam, Behrens Port is the closest to the North Mainland and the Rhoad Islands in a straight line. Normally, this place is bustling with passengers and cargo ships, spewing yellow-white smoke, and carrying huge numbers of tourists and guests to and from the sea. Nowadays, there is no longer the novelty and excitement of a foreign land. After the fog that makes everything around it hazy dissipates, an indelible sense of solemnity fills the city.

"I remember in the last letter, Violet said that she wanted to see the beautiful scenery of Bailang."

Constantine's eyes scanned everything around him, including uninhabited ports where ships no longer docked, dilapidated cities, depressed streets, parks covered with traces of battles, fountains that had dried up and been damaged, churches that were missing a corner... …

The blond major general was silent. He felt deeply frustrated and sad.

After a moment, he raised his camera and pointed it at the mountains, plains and blue sky in the distance.

"It's beautiful here, with blue sky and white clouds, unique customs of Bailang, and a plain larger than the family's hunting ground."

"The cattle and sheep are walking on the green grassland, like clouds."

"Violet will like it here."

…

"How come you have time to be a guest?"

The True Creator did not reach out for the Southern Continent specialty drink that had just been poured on the table. He looked at the sky in the distance and spoke in a deep voice:

"I'm here to confirm Medici's condition."

"So I'm here to inspect the work." Edward understood, picked up the orange drink and took a sip, "Don't you really want to try it? I improved the production method of 'Tiana' and added carbon dioxide into it with a machine. , now it tastes almost like a soda drink.”

The True Creator was still looking out the window, and after a long time he said:

"Medici has completed the ritual of becoming a god many times while he was alive. He is a born mythical creature and does not need too many anchors. But I reshaped Medici's body and helped him reaccommodate the sequence. I discovered it at once . Since He has been completely forgotten by history, although He is still a 'Conqueror', he is already a 'Conqueror' that no one knows, and the symbolic meaning is separated. It is quite dangerous to complete the ceremony in this way."

"Conquer" is not only war, victory and land, but also has the symbolic meaning of conquering people's will and heart.

Just seeing that commander sitting in command will make you feel despair, just facing that invincible army will make you unable to help but bow your head and surrender. Conquer all the way, build fear and power, until no one or any army in the world dares to challenge them - only in this way, can only "win without fighting" and "conquer the enemy without fighting" "This is the complete conquest from matter to spirit!

If no one knows who you are, what kind of "conqueror" are you?

"Therefore, I sent Him to the Southern Continent to re-establish his popularity. But currently, it seems that since the intensity of the war has not yet reached the level of an angel, He cannot personally participate in the war. The effect of commanding and establishing popularity from behind is not very good."

"It has only been a month and a half. According to human habits, it is impossible for a full-scale war to break out."

Edward drank the drink in one gulp and looked at the true creator in confusion:

"Allies, the war is not my business. I can only add fuel to the fire. The appearance of a borderless person like me on the battlefield will only cause fights between the two sides, but will not cause the escalation of the war or public opinion. These things You can go talk to Medici, or talk to the God of Death. What do you mean by coming to me? Could it be that you have changed your gender and want to do business with me again?"

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly became vivid:

"No way, are you planning to let me go to the Eastern Continent?"

The True Creator looked at the devil across from him who was probably really surprised, and nodded slowly.

When the True Creator learned that the "Despair Witch", the perpetrator of the Great Smog, was in Edward's hands, he immediately established a deal with Him. When the time comes, the True Creator will use the witch's confession to expose the deal between King George III and the Witch Sect, completely confusing the situation in the Northern Continent, allowing Medici to naturally intervene in world-level wars, re-establish his popularity, and stabilize his symbol.

As a price, True Creation mainly allows the outer gods to go to the Eastern Continent for a period of time.

"Then it's a coincidence that you came here. I just came back from the abyss yesterday. You couldn't have seen me if I came two days earlier."

Thinking that he could finally see the seal barrier set up by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun and touch the "rootless flower sea" that he had been away from for thousands of years, Edward suddenly felt that his head ached no longer and his legs were no longer sore. He was in a good mood and could sit still. I felt so refreshed that I could go downstairs and run around twice. He clapped his hands gently, and his face was obviously filled with joy:

"Now? Today? ... Or within this month?" He suddenly remembered that the Djinn guy didn't seem to have left the Southern Continent yet. If the angel intervened, he probably wouldn't be able to leave. In order to save his precarious reputation, he quickly added the second half of the sentence.

The True Creator asked, “What is the most appropriate time for you to see it?”

Edward was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Ally, I am a devil. The most suitable time I see is not the most suitable time to start a war, but the time when I can go on a killing spree. You should ask Mei Dicky’s advice.”

Influenced by approach and perspective? The branch line of destiny that is not entirely objective makes sense... The true Creator then asked:

"Then what day is this 'best time to go on a killing spree' you saw?"

"You want to stop me by asking for a specific date?" Edward teased, and then said, "It's this month."

The True Creator frowned: "Because of what?"

"I don't know why. It's strange. I can't see the specific events. The lives of other people are also vague. It should be interfered with, or more than one true god is involved. But I can still see... ..." Edward stood up, picked up the world map decoration on the desk, reached out and circled an area on it.

"...Everyone in this area died, on the same day and at the same time, because of the devil."

"Then, the only devil in this world who can do this is me, right?"

The True Creator's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. He looked at the area circled by Edward on the map - the land of Loen. There was a coastal city in the southeast of the Northern Continent, a large area including the sea. area.

——On the map, it is only as big as a fingernail, but in the real world, it is at least the size of a county.

TBC

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I'm crazy about the plot. Once I use Made in Heaven, I am invincible!

The previous comments have basically been restored, but there are still some that have not been released, starting from Chapter 229.