Six Hundred and Thirty-Four Sects

"Originally, I didn't want to ask about such small actions, but what are these idiots trying to do?" Throwing a stack of documents on his desk, General Karl, a magician of the Guards, stared at the documents scattered on the desk, He frowned and cursed.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then picked up another resume, looked at the resolute face on it, and the eye-catching military rank.

"I've already sat in the position of lieutenant general, and I'm still a powerful faction. Is it because I'm out of my mind or overeating when I get involved in this kind of thing?" Karl threw the resume back on the table impatiently. He hated iron but cursed.

Recently, more and more information has been sent to him. Unfamiliar words such as "original" and "reformed" have made Karl, who was already busy because of the expedition to the devil world, even more tired.

Just processing some information from the Demon Realm and integrating some general information about the Demon Realm has already made people collapse. Now that such moths have appeared in the rear, how can we prevent Karl, the head of the Special Affairs Department of the Guards, from collapsing?

With the deepening of the investigation, Karl has also figured out what these mysterious-sounding, but actually childish factions are all about.

The so-called "primitive faction" actually refers to the extremists of the "mortal pure-blood faction". They advocate the theory of mortal supremacy, believing that mortals are the elites of the empire, and they consider themselves the most important direct lineage of His Majesty the Emperor.

This faction has always had a great market in Alan Hill. After all, His Majesty the Emperor relied on mortals to start his business. The expansion slogan of Alan Hill once also supported their point of view: "A mortal will never be a slave..."

In the past, the most despised by these primitive extremists were actually magicians. Now they have a new "enemy".

With the development of puppet prosthetics, more and more people are injured and fitted with prosthetics, and a new faction has quietly emerged, which is the so-called "reformation faction".

People who have enjoyed the benefits of prosthetic limbs, those who were once disabled, no longer feel inferior to their broken bodies, they accept their new bodies and take pride in them.

These people also have their own theoretical basis. Ordinary people can install prosthetics to transform themselves to make themselves stronger, and magicians can also use prosthetics to strengthen their combat capabilities—in short, this is a new way for human beings to improve themselves. !

As a result, some radical people voluntarily mutilated their own bodies and installed artificial limbs to replace their original bodies, so as to accelerate the completion of the so-called "evolution" they firmly believed in.

Among these people,

There are mortals in the traditional sense, as well as powerful magicians. They secretly united and established a mysterious sect: "Reform Sect".

What makes people laugh and cry is that soon this transformation group was strongly resisted by another traditional force: magicians who are unwilling to modify their own bodies regard this so-called evolution as heresy, and they are full of hatred for people with prosthetics. hostile.

After thinking about it, I also know that magicians with natural powers certainly don't want to see countless mortals popularize magical abilities through body modification, and they don't want to see some magicians get a higher level of magic through body modification for nothing.

Thus, an interesting Romance of the Three Kingdoms was staged within the Alan Hill Empire. The "original school", "magician" and "reformed school" are hostile to each other and have many contradictions.

Originally, if it was just three "small groups" making trouble, Karl wouldn't have such a headache. He has personally suppressed the resistance of magicians and captured countless fallen demons. Of course, he will not be merciful to the stinky fish and shrimps that have made a pot of soup.

But after investigation, he found to his dismay that these three so-called factions were surprisingly "politically correct"...

There is no doubt that the "primitive faction" is loyal to His Majesty. Most of the bigwigs who support and sympathize with mortals started from scratch with His Majesty the Emperor. They hold great power and are loyal to Alan Hill and Chris, even to the point of death.

The "reformers" even regarded His Majesty the Emperor as a god. These people believed that His Majesty had pointed out the way forward for their own evolution and human development. They crazily supported His Majesty the Emperor, and were even willing to give one more arm to His Majesty...

The group of "magicians" is eager to integrate into Alan Hill, and it also has no second thoughts. Karl is a magician himself, of course he knows how much effort he has put in for Alan Hill. But he is only a magician in identity, and he has no interest in joining that damn "magician" group.

It is precisely because these people are all available people with high loyalty, they are hostile to each other but they have not attacked each other on a large scale to affect the stability of the empire, so it is really not easy for Karl to make a move.

Should someone be arrested just because someone disagrees with someone else? When Karl thought about it casually, he felt that this matter was extremely absurd—unless the person did not agree with His Majesty the Emperor, why should he arrest him?

Originally, he was just for people to pay close attention to, and to keep an eye on some people with a more radical style of behavior-but recently, there are more and more people like this, which makes the working group in charge of this matter of the Special Task Department of the Guards pay attention to one thing and lose another.

The number of personnel dispatched was stretched, and even Karl didn't know whether the subordinates he had arranged were members of these religious groups.

After all, there are magicians and mortals in the special mission department, which sect they belong to, or which sect they sympathize with, and which sect they think... No one can find out.

Even if they don't have puppet prosthetics, they may be potential "reformers". Maybe they just haven't put it into action and haven't installed a prosthetic.

Similarly, just because someone is a magician, one cannot suspect that he is a member of the magician sect. Among the magicians, there are also affinity factions who sympathize with mortals, and they may also be potential supporters of the original faction.

Thinking of this, Karl felt that his head was getting bigger. Originally, he didn't intend to bother Chris because of such a trivial matter, but now it seems that it is impossible not to report to His Majesty the Emperor and let the Emperor make a holy order.

"Crack", Carl, who was sitting behind his desk, turned on his computer and began to sort out the intelligence documents in front of him from different sources that had been confirmed to be true.

Report to His Majesty the Emperor, so that he can't just go and open his mouth with these materials and say that he wants to organize the information in his hand clearly so that His Majesty the Emperor can understand at a glance. This is the duty of a courtier, or one of his job contents.

His fingers kept typing on the keyboard, and he could only look up each uncommon word in a dictionary. His typing speed is very slow. After all, there are not many documents that need to be sorted out by the head of the Special Task Department of the Guards.

In the palace, Luther handed a simple and clear message to Chris. After reading it, Chris stuck it in the title page of the book he was reading.

"It is estimated that Karl will be delivered soon." Chris turned a page of the book, lowered his eyes and said to Luther who was standing behind him: "I already know about this matter, you send an internal document and distribute it to Luther." Go to ministerial level."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly: "Do you want 'Black Eagle' to deal with it?"

"There's no need for this, what are you doing to make people panic?" Chris still didn't look up, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

After he finished reading another page, he closed the book and looked at Luther: "Standing on the flat ground, you can only see the ravine, and standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the plain...but no matter how high you stand, you can't look up. In the starry sky, there is only the word small and small.”

"What we want is the whole world! The vast starry sky, those twinkling stars above our heads, all belong to Alan Hill! We have been walking forward, and we may not have time to reach the end. How can we have time to go back and help those who are left behind? Where's the person?" He said as he stood up.

Walking to the window, Chris looked at the almost invisible palace outside his window, and sighed: "Oh...forget it, you go and prepare, I will give a speech. This is the last time I look back, if I still If someone can't keep up, let them fend for themselves."

"Your kindness will save those lost lambs." Luther bowed his head in admiration, and praised: "When these dull people grow old, they will sit on the deck chair and recall today's story. They will thank Your Majesty for your kindness." Stay with me and be proud to be by your side."

"I hope... so." Chris did not look back, still overlooking the largest palace in the world, overlooking the territory under his feet, overlooking everything he created, and said a little lonely.

It has been seven years since he came to this world, and he has changed the world in front of him into a familiar one.

Here is the lightning-fast Internet, artificial satellites all over the sky, thermonuclear weapons that destroy cities, and traditional Chinese cuisine and classic clothing.

Of course, there are things that are not available in another world here. There are gorgeous and cool magic here. There are giant dragons that can fly up to cover the sky and block out the sun. There are space doors that can shrink the ground to inches. of other races.

"How many denominations can be separated..." Chris smiled bitterly, and shook his head - it really hurts to be idle...