Chapter 1101

Benedict talked to Klein for a long time, not just about the parliament's disposal.

In fact, he was very interested in the deification of the Son of Slaughter.

As a mortal, if you are lucky enough to experience the birth of a god in person, it is also extremely meaningful.

Moreover, for the church, the Son of Slaughter is closely related to its own beliefs.

So Benedict stayed for a week before leaving, and made an appointment with Klein to keep in touch.

Back to his base camp, Benedict did not move at all.

It seemed that the previous things had been revealed.

As long as the church did not react violently, the parliamentarians did not care.

A group of peasants who were lucky enough to master the power of supernatural powers could not make any waves.

The only thing that made them uneasy was probably that this group of peasants really did not care about themselves.

Otherwise, it would be a small matter.

They have a way to weaken the power of the church bit by bit, and then replace the church.

But what outsiders don't know is that Benedict is not idle.

Although he lacks ability in some aspects, he has to arrange things properly when he decides to do something.

Since he knew that using violence would lead to unrest, he would of course make plans in advance.

In addition, how to act and who to act against are also things that need to be studied.

In private, Benedict talked to the middle and high-level leaders of the church one by one to understand their ideas.

What surprised him was that most people did not oppose violence.

Although everyone knows the benefits of order, the emotions of evolutionists have also reached a peak.

That is, there is faith on top, otherwise there would have been chaos long ago.

As a result, the evolutionists suppressed their desires, but those masters were dissatisfied and felt that they could squeeze more benefits from the evolutionists.

To say that they are smart, they are really smart and can play with the world in the palm of their hands.

To say that they are stupid, they are not just stupid, doing such short-sighted things.

Benedict didn't know how to evaluate, but he knew what he should do.

Before the final decision, he found the meat mountain again.

"Brother Rosen, I plan to act against the parliament. Do you have any opinions?" Benedict asked.

As a person favored by God, the military leader of the church, and his leader, Roushan has a very special status.

Benedict wanted to find out what Roushan was thinking and get his support.

Roushan was surprised when he heard it: "Are you stimulated? I thought you would choose to compromise?"

"Brother Rosen doesn't support it?" Benedict was a little worried.

"In fact, I have wanted to persuade you to take action a long time ago, but it's better to suffer a little loss. If you recognize the true face of these people, you will not hesitate to take action." Roushan rarely expressed his opinion on such things.

In fact, he is still quite straightforward. If he hadn't absorbed too many memories, he would definitely be played to death.

Benedict breathed a sigh of relief. If Roushan firmly opposed it, he really didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, but he was a little depressed: "Brother Rosen, have you been trying to persuade me to do it?"

"Of course!" Roushan nodded honestly and said: "Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Who among us is a master of playing power games? If you have this ability, you would have become a senator before the evolution began. I remember when we met, you were bullied by your shitty ordinary boss, haha!"

Roushan did not hesitate to expose Benedict's past. People like him must be popular in the middle and lower levels, and they are loyal and principled.

But he is not a material for officialdom, otherwise he would not be eaten by ordinary officials.

Since he couldn't compete before, how did he have the illusion that he could turn things around after becoming an evolver?

Recognize your own strengths and then make the most correct choice, this is the right way.

Benedict was a little embarrassed, but he also reflected on it.

It seems that he is really obsessed with it. He actually tried to compete with those politicians in their comfort zone.

Perhaps it is still the fixed thinking mode that is the result of the education system.

But now Benedict has awakened. I don't want to be an honest child. I want to be a native.

He looked at Roushan with a sharp gaze: "Brother Rosen, do you want to preside over this operation?"

With Roushan's identity and strength, it is of course very appropriate to be responsible for the cleansing operation.

But Roushan has no such idea at all. For him, there is nothing to be nostalgic about in the Scale Clan. What is there to fight for? Are you addicted to working?

"No, do it yourself!" Roushan clearly refused.

Benedict was a little disappointed. In his opinion, there is no one more suitable than Roushan.

But it's the same to do it yourself. After leaving Roushan, a group of elites of the church have come to the headquarters through subtle mobilization.

Benedict gathered all the people involved in the operation together. These people are loyal supporters of the church.

There is no doubt that as priests who rely on the church to get everything they have now, their determination does not need to be questioned.

And with a clear and lofty ideal, they do not need to face the torture of conscience.

Benedict did not make any mobilization, he began to call people: "Bacchus!"

Bacchus walked up with a serious face.

"This is your target."

Benedict handed a note to Bacchus, stared into his eyes, and said nothing.

Bucks took it and took a look, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, he won't see tomorrow's sun."

Bucks was very motivated to deal with these disgusting rats.

Benedict was relieved, and he continued to call out the next name.

Everyone represents a team, and they will carry out the mission together.

Of course, the church will fully cooperate and create opportunities for them.

In fact, the potential power of the church is very strong, so strong that no one can imagine.

Bucks walked out of the church headquarters, and soon a specialist was responsible for connecting with their team.

"Bishop Bucks, we have locked the target's home. If everything goes well... you can go to his home in advance to wait for him." The liaison specialist accidentally found a little surprise through various means.

Bucks was a little surprised. He thought about robbing and killing halfway, thought about attacking government departments, and even thought about confronting the army, but he never thought about waiting directly at the other party's home.

"Are you right?" Bucks tried to confirm: "Can we enter their home?"

"There should be no problem. Anyway, there will be no worse results. I suggest giving it a try." The liaison specialist replied.

Bacchus was silent for two seconds. If there was an easier way, he certainly wouldn't force himself to make it more difficult.

"Well, I hope everything goes well."

"It will definitely go well." The contact specialist blessed.

They all knew what they were doing. This was a great cause. Only by cleaning up those termites can the glory of God be seen by more people.

With the intention of giving it a try, Bacchus came to the well-guarded rich area.