Chapter 207 Invasion

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"He's anxious."

Edward returned to the bench and turned to look in the direction of the Governor's Palace. He still held a piece of newspaper in his hand, with several messy lines drawn on it, and even traces of himself playing backgammon with himself.

"Sooner than day or night, a mutiny will occur."

He shook his head: "It is said to be within this month. It will be completed on the second day after coming. There is really no need to come to this city."

Sowing discord, playing with people's hearts, and inducing ill will, although it sounds more like what a "provocateur" or "instigator" should do, it is actually the devil's specialty.

He did this in the Northern Continent and then in the Southern Continent. He did it a few times in the Northern Continent and was hunted down by the church for hundreds of years. Fortunately, the Southern Continent was full of pagans during the first few hundred years when the new sea route was opened. , the Zhengshen Church finally stopped caring about His nonsense.

"Actually, demons or hunters should have a sequence called 'Instigator'." Edward thought with a mentality of contributing to professional courses, "Otherwise, some low-quality Extraordinary people rely solely on potions to enhance their intelligence, and have no knowledge of potions and methods. good."

There was nothing to kill time in this city, and the newspaper in his hand was something he bought from a trip to another city.

Edward was bored and could only concentrate on waiting for the task to be completed by himself.

This wait lasted for a long, long time. As the afternoon approached, there was a sound of brisk footsteps, as if a small wooden thing was rapidly colliding on the ground.

Edward turned his head and glanced to the side and behind him, and saw a small wooden man running in the distance with a small backpack tied to his back.

It first hid behind the gas lamp pole in the distance, waited for a person on the road to pass by, then crawled on hands and feet into the shadow under the bench, and finally climbed along the legs of the bench to the seat and sat there. .

"Where are your clothes?" Edward asked casually.

The little wooden man took off his backpack, took out a small piece of paper and a pencil, held the brush in both hands and wrote:

"Take a nap in the room."

"Just don't get discovered." Edward said again, "Is there a new demigod here?"

The wooden man took out another eraser, erased the handwriting, and quickly wrote: "He is a general, he seems to be very famous, but he will leave after a few days."

"Don't leave once you're here, otherwise it will appear that I didn't entertain you well." Edward pronounced the death sentence on Amyrius nonchalantly, "What have you gained during this period of time?"

The little wooden man held a pencil that was about the same height and thought for a while, and then wrote a long paragraph:

"I now control all the soldiers who came together. My friend Alfred likes to write letters to his sister. The old governor made millions of pounds through human trade and is now preparing to return to the country. Someone came to assassinate him some time ago, but Without success, he tried to escape tonight. General Negan likes green tea more than coffee, and the last living person in the Zhengshen Church was also killed by the Spiritual Religion Group last night."

"Sure enough, the alarm line has been raised in the churches here. No wonder that person insists that the Spiritual Religion Group does not want to negotiate."

Edward quickly forgot in his mind the Southern Continent general who had spoken to him before. The little person who could not survive today would only occupy the memory in his mind: "Then have you contacted the Spiritual Religion Group? "

It took the little wooden man thirty seconds to erase the words just now, and the small piece of paper was already wrinkled.

"No." It read, "The military area is under martial law, there is no chance. I have tried to negotiate with the Spiritual Religion Group, but they seem to want to arrest me more."

Edward nodded: "Do you know what you are going to do today?"

"Participate in the chaos?"

"Absolutely." Edward thought for a while, but found that he had quickly deleted the information of several important characters here, so he could only say, "Are you a subordinate of the new one? By then, if it turns out that The first one starts to attack, and you try to scold him in the ear of the new one. It is best to make him angry on the spot, and then both of them die together."

The little wooden man's head shook up and down, and he wrote a sentence:

"There is civil strife in the colony, the violent death of an officer, and the official arrival of the Spiritual Religion. How pleasing to the ears!"

"That's right." Edward agreed, "Go back and prepare."

…

During the day, Klein changed his clothes under Cynthia's service, enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast, and then took a carriage and entered the Olavi Naval Base surrounded by the general's guards.

In the morning, accompanied by the commodores and colonels, he inspected the condition of the ship, ammunition inventory, visited the newly built training ground, the pound roll of paper and the bathhouse that had been repaired twenty times in the past year.

After lunch in the navy canteen, Klein summoned officers above major and above to listen to the report according to the plan in the schedule.

At the end, Klein flipped forward a few pages in the black notebook, read the secretary's drafted admiral's revised report in the tone of a Loen noble, and added some more based on the actual situation and Amyrius's wording habits. "Connectives" and "verbal words", such as, "There are a few more points below", "I will talk about a few more points".

It was already evening when the meeting ended. Accompanied by Secretary Lurian, Klein left the Orave base and went to a naval agent's residence to attend a dinner.

During the dinner, they chatted about the price fluctuations of supplies at the port. Klein imitated Admiral Amyrius and told an outdated Backlund joke from time to time, which attracted enthusiastic responses from everyone. They all praised the Admiral for his humor.

After successfully performing until the end of the banquet, Klein boarded the carriage and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"You have to pay attention to your speech and behavior every minute. Acting for a day is more tiring than fighting a pirate general..." Klein exhaled silently and half-closed his eyes calmly.

He knows that the most difficult stage today is not over yet!

Next we have to deal with Cynthia!

Night falls.

In the villa, Cynthia learned from the waiter who was out to inquire that Admiral Amyrius was about to return.

She quietly returned to the bedroom, took off the small black rhinoceros horn-like pendant, scraped some powder with a metal sheet, and blended it into the hot water in the white glazed porcelain tea cup.

After silently reciting the name of the "Tree of Desire" seven times and waiting for dozens of seconds, she picked up the tea cup with hope and drank it.

She was fully expecting to be able to do something. Her family and parents all hoped that she could be pregnant with the blood of the general, and preferably give birth to a child, so that her family could obtain more shares of Zhongsunya Company.

However, Miss Cynthia's wish once again failed. Klein used the power of the "Faceless Man" to pinch out many squirming flesh buds on his arm, and rejected her on the grounds that he was not in the right state today and needed to calm down.

Dazed and worried, she returned to the bedroom and had nothing to think about but to lie down and rest.

Vaguely, she felt a little warm in her stomach and body, and in her dream she seemed to see a dark night sky dotted with bright stars.

One of them seemed to feel her gaze and glowed brighter.

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Edward, who was sleeping directly on the bench with his face covered with newspapers, suddenly woke up.

He took off the newspaper from his face and looked at the night sky suspiciously. After a while, he felt sleepy and yawned.

"...Who is it? Who stays up in the middle of the night to pray to foreign gods?" Edward yawned and burst into tears. He squinted his eyes and took out his glasses from his pocket. After staring at the sky for a while, he looked away again. red moon.

He didn't notice the faint wisp of prayer, but the returning power from a high-ranking being outside the barrier woke him up. He was extremely familiar with this method of smuggling. After all, when other alien gods were still trying to stuff small notes into the earth through the loopholes in the barrier, he had already bravely ran in directly through the crack in the door. .

After he ran in, he hung an alarm on the crack of the door and was extremely vigilant on all channels that could contact the starry sky to prevent others of the same kind from sneaking in to grab food.

However, these channels are not needed most of the time. After all, the Kingdom of the Seven Gods also blocks these cracks.

"You can't be wrong. That must be the Mother Tree of Desire. The spirit of the fallen Mother Goddess is not like this."

"The prayer status is not high, but it is answered very accurately..."

He felt a little bit of fun: "Is it because I was planning to punch Si'a, so the mother tree wants to find another favored one? This shouldn't be the case. Isn't it because I want to advance the big sacrifice of the year after next to this year? Has Sia's strength increased to guard against me?"

"Since you want to cause trouble for me, you should know that I will fight back."

His voice suddenly cooled down, becoming gloomy, solemn, and emotionless.

He cut his wrist open, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground. It did not penetrate down immediately. Several blood beads strangely gathered together in the middle, and then merged together.

“The area from which answered prayers originate.”

Using the person of the true God and the blood of angels as a medium, it is still a bit reluctant to divine who will be blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire. If you want to find that person accurately, you must at least let Xingkong himself temporarily wake up from his slumber, open his eyes, share his identity, and participate in this divination.

But then the movement will become a bit loud and it will definitely leave traces. And I wanted to make Aldra's destruction look completely natural, seamless, and without the influence of any high-level spiritual power.

Therefore, He very skillfully started from the lowly praying people to explore the location of the source.

The few drops of blood on the ground surged and twisted, sometimes scattering, sometimes gathering, and finally turned into a scattered puzzle.

The Outer God took out a map and carefully identified the features and distances of these figures. After comparison, he found that this was a map of a small colonial island called Olavi Island in the east of the Rhoside Islands.

The prayer just now came from this archipelago.

He noted the approximate location, his body gradually disappeared, and he hid in his own kingdom of God. His blood evaporated from the ground, leaving no trace of mysticism.

His figure appeared in a deserted ruins. He closed his eyes, silently recited his honorable name, let go of his spirituality restricted by the container, and eliminated his own form. Then let it rise, rise, beyond the chaotic abstraction of the sky to the edge of the already leaking barrier.

Then he stretched out his shapeless "hand" to touch the end of the cluster of senses extending from the body.

His consciousness temporarily established a connection with his true body, and his body in the kingdom of God was stripped of its threads, becoming a quiet doll.

The vast ocean of thought welcomes the return of this river, and the longing and joy of being reunited overwhelms all emotions. The huge mythical creature entrenched in the icy sun slowly emerged from its deathly slumber. Its ferocious limbs moved imperceptibly, growing like a huge network, and the fluttering branches swayed slightly.

The main body has not fully recovered. Only the huge crooked eyes on the body open, turn, and look at the direction of the earth to confirm the coordinates that just appeared in the mind.

The branch tentacles swaying disorderly in dormancy have captured countless meteorites and asteroids, among which one meteorite was quietly released. The cyan spiritual brilliance flows on the surface of the meteorite. It quietly and quietly breaks away from the control and flies in the direction of the earth.

After all this is done, the connection is broken, and the spirit once again falls into slumber, or perhaps never fully wakes up.

In a few seconds, the consciousness returned to the container on the earth. The meteorite moved forward in the cold and dark universe with the curse of decay and death, and the speed became faster and faster, turning into a meteor that kept approaching.

In the deserted kingdom of God, Edward's lowered head shook suddenly, and then immediately raised it, like a student who was awakened from sleep in class. He looked around, and the image of the Kingdom of God began to change, turning into a blood-red sky, a black earth, and a world filled with bones and filled with mist.

"Very good, I can probably give the Desire Tree a surprise tomorrow."

Edward looked at the sky in the distance, chuckled, and returned to the real world.

As soon as he came back, he immediately heard many chaotic noises. Edward was sitting on a bench. In front of him were soldiers who were fighting. Behind him were people fleeing. There were also stiff bodies in the distance. Wait and see.

Edward watched for a while, and a soldier running past him with a gun suddenly turned his head and gestured "OK" to him.

In these few hours, the spiritual light in the Governor's Mansion actually disappeared. Combined with the sound of the waves that seemed to be close to the ears, the branch lightning in the sky and the laws in the city, it seemed that there should still be one alive.

"It's more restless than I thought, but it's not surprising, after all, I'm here."

Even a little bit of ordinary disgust may be magnified to the level of blood feud in an instant.

"...You did a good job, it seems I just need to watch."

The sound of gunfire became more and more chaotic. The soldiers had forgotten that they were actually compatriots belonging to the same country or even the same army. They only remembered hatred and anger. They fought desperately like enemies, trying to fight with guns, knives, and fists. Teeth kill each other. More and more people died. It didn't take long for the corpse that fell on the ground to open its eyes again. It was ashes, and its eyes stared numbly at the living humans who were still fighting.

No matter he was a civilian, a beggar, a slave or a soldier in life, he would look at the world of the living with the same eyes after death.

The light of the gas street lamp was disturbed, flickering on and off, and the light became darker and darker. At the junction of light and darkness, shadows of different shapes were waiting for opportunities to move and fall into the corpses on the ground, but the soldiers who were fighting were unaware of them.

The Spiritual Religion took the opportunity to cross the defense line.

When the last man on the block had fallen, the gas lights went out completely.

Under the bloody moonlight, the mutilated people stood up one after another and walked toward the city center.

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In the Governor's Mansion, General Negan's body fell in the corner of the corridor, his eyes widened, his expression ferocious, and his extraordinary characteristics had been revealed.

An inconspicuous servant came bounding over, looking at the extraordinary characteristics, he was greedy for a long time, but he still restrained himself from reaching out to take it.

He put the knife in his pocket, wiped the blood from his face with a handkerchief, and paid attention to the movement around him.

The first four floors were all quiet. He walked up to the fifth floor and opened a door. A somewhat obese man was hiding in the shadows of the room. When he saw the door being opened, he squirmed towards the corner of the room in horror.

The servant asked: "Who are you?"

When the person hiding inside heard this, he plucked up the courage to poke his head out and take a look. When he saw it was a servant, he immediately became bolder.

"I am the former Governor!" The fat Mr. Thomas shouted loudly, using his voice to reduce the fear in his heart. He squirmed out quickly, and he was not caught in the narrow gaps in the furniture along the way. "Do you know a safe way? Come quickly. I am going out!"

"Former governor?" The servant tilted his head and thought for a moment, then took out a knife from his pocket and walked over on his own initiative.

The former governor's expression suddenly turned ugly. He quickly backed away, knocking down furniture.

After a moment, a scream was heard that was choked in the throat. The servant came out and closed the door. There was some blood on his hands and body.

After finally cleaning up the place, the servant jumped downstairs again, walked to the outskirts of the garden, and then hid against the wall without moving. The native general suddenly killed someone. Now there is no one alive in the governor's palace, and those who are still capable of fighting have gone to escort the governor to escape.

The thunder and lightning and waves in the garden kept appearing, and canceled each other out under the orders. He looked at the two demigods who were confronting each other without blinking, as if they were an extraordinary monitor.

A corpse appeared silently beside the servant. He stared at the servant with gray eyes, and then turned his gaze to the two demigods.

TBC

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