Chapter 523 Dagger

More than four years have passed. It will take... 25 years for the power of the gods to completely disappear and the eastern part of Oden continent to return to normal.

And after 25 years, the Fisher family, which has become the enemy of the world's fear, will face sieges from all over the world.

Two of the six elements of destruction are controlled by the Fisher family. Whether those who fear them or those who crave power, will not let Fisher and the Dawn Cult go.

For decades, as a subsidiary extraordinary organization under the Fisher family, the mercenary group called Moore Security Company has completely risen.

Its predecessor is undoubtedly the Short Blade Brotherhood under the Dawn Cult. The establishment time can be traced back to the time when Byrne and Irene were in power, because the scope of the four eastern countries of Oden continent has now entered a completely new era, and in today's era, the existence of gangs is not needed at the grassroots level.

Therefore, the Short Blade Brotherhood began to transform and reorganize from top to bottom decades ago and became a mercenary company.

Even though there were many resistances and difficulties in the process of change, Moore was very determined to push forward the reconstruction, and even did not hesitate to follow the rules to get rid of some of the "old gang brothers" who did not obey.

At the beginning, the number of ordinary people under Moore's command decreased significantly, and the number of extraordinary people increased greatly. Later, the number of ordinary people's logistics also increased, and their business continued to expand, and even affected the overseas of Oden Continent. Recently, even in the three continents outside the Great Glacier, people from Moore Security Company began to engage in various businesses.

Now, on the surface, Moore Security Company has as many as thousands of extraordinary members in the Krad World, and even reached the monarch level or the fifth level of "special operators".

At present, the highest authority organization of Moore Security Company, "Moore Management Committee", has a total of thirteen members, five of whom are five powerful special operators, and the other eight are all members of the Dawn Cult designated by Christine of the Fisher Family, and basically have a relationship with the Fisher Family itself.

The thirteen management committee members make decisions on many matters of Moore Security Company, big and small. Under the management committee members, there are nearly a hundred company executives, who exist as the middle level of Moore Security Company. Some executives are field captains, and some executives are managers of various internal departments.

Below them are tens of thousands of logistics personnel, ordinary auxiliary combatants, and thousands of extraordinary people who really work.

In today's era, there are already rifles and various new weapons. Even well-trained extraordinary people at the origin level can exert combat power comparable to the extraordinary people at the lower level of qualitative change a hundred years ago. To deal with those extraordinary people at the origin level without weapons, even a few armed soldiers are needed to easily suppress them.

The bullets fired by the flintlock rifles more than a hundred years ago can only cause scratches to the lower level of qualitative change, and may even be caught by the extraordinary people at the upper level of qualitative change... But after the emergence of semi-automatic rifles that can fire continuously, the situation of the battle has changed dramatically.

After a period of continuous firing, it can indeed kill the Transcendents at the lower level of qualitative change, and the Transcendents below the monarch level cannot catch the bullets with their hands.

Then, various types of machine guns have been widely used on the battlefield. These powerful weapons give ordinary people the opportunity to kill Transcendents at the qualitative change level.

Even if the Transcendents at the upper level of qualitative change face dense firepower coverage, if they are not good at defense, they are likely to be continuously "scraped" to the point of serious injury or even death.

After some Transcendents of the old era were brutally slaughtered by machine guns and semi-automatic rifles, the combat thinking of the Transcendents of today's era on the battlefield has quietly changed, focusing more on guerrilla warfare and special tactics, rather than rushing into the face of bullets - that is a privilege reserved only for the Transcendents at the monarch level.

"Moore Security Company" pays great attention to the use of firearms. In areas outside the Oden Continent, technology is not yet developed enough, and many primitive tribes still have low-level supernatural people dominating. Several teams of well-trained gun-carrying mercenaries from "Moore Security Company" can slaughter the defenseless low-level supernatural people.

In fact, there is a "behind-the-scenes boss" behind the "Moore Security Company Management Committee".

Since many years ago, the "behind-the-scenes boss" has been in seclusion behind the scenes, and even only the people in the management committee know his real existence now.

That man is Moore, who is more than a hundred years old, the eldest son of the first blood recipient, Granny Nada, the founder of the Short Knife Brotherhood, and one of the members of the Dawn Cult who originally followed the Fisher family.

He is of moderate build, neither too strong nor without masculine fortitude. The years have left a faint mark on his face, but it has also added a bit of calmness to him.

The eyes are Moore's most striking feature. They are a pair of eyes as deep as the night sky, as if they can see through people's hearts. Sometimes they are as sharp as an eagle, and sometimes they become soft and deep.

His nose is straight and his lips are tightly closed, revealing a temperament of majesty without anger. There is a faint scar on his chin, which is a medal from countless life-and-death battles in the past. He did not choose to restore it after the battle but decided to keep it until now.

Although Moore has been secluded behind the scenes for many years, he never dresses carelessly and always prefers dark clothes, such as dark blue coats and a pair of clean black leather shoes.

At this moment, in the headquarters of Moore Security Company in the former Rhea Kingdom, the members of the senior committee in the conference room were sitting upright around a rectangular conference table, discussing a high-risk mission that was about to be carried out.

The indoor lighting was soft, and everyone's face was full of seriousness.

"The purpose of this operation is to help a great lord overseas defeat the local Feiyu people. The strongest of the Feiyu people is said to have died at the hands of the 'King of Glaciers', so the great lord who has been submissive for many years has the idea of ​​rebellion in his heart, but he just hopes to have enough power to expand his advantage, so he hopes that we can take action."

"In short, it is to compete for control of an overseas archipelago, about fifty-three islands."

"So that's it. I heard that in this operation, not only will we take action, but the people of the Storm Church will also take action... They seem to want to help the Feiyu people, and we may have to conflict with the Storm Church."

The situation of the Storm Church is very delicate now, because half of their forces are in the eastern range of the Oden Continent, so they really don't have the courage to declare war on the Fisher Family and the Dawn Cult like other churches, and have been pretending to be dead all the time.

But Darren and Christine are not easy to fool. In recent years, they have been forcing the Storm Church to take sides... asking them not to change their beliefs, but to recognize that the Storm Lord is the subordinate god of the Lost Lord.

Anyway, the real Storm Lord is gone, and it is not a big problem for the church to add some corrections to their god in return - of course it is a big problem, which naturally means the Storm Church's full surrender and betrayal of faith, so they are also very hesitant. This kind of thing may be more difficult than facing death.

In fact, if the Storm Church had not sheltered the Fisher family for a hundred years, they would not even have such an opportunity. It is precisely because of the shelter for a hundred years that as long as they do not really stand on the opposite side or receive the oracle of the Lost Lord, otherwise the Fisher family will not choose to conquer the Storm Church by force.

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open, and a figure walked into the room silently.

Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted, the conversation stopped abruptly, and the whole room seemed to be solidified by an invisible force.

The person who came in was the boss who lived behind the scenes, Moore.

He wore a well-cut dark coat, walked steadily, had a deep and calm smile on his face, and his eyes revealed an indescribable calmness.

Moore inspired awe in everyone present. Some of them had not seen his true face for many years, and some saw the style of this legendary figure for the first time, but they were all impressed by his calmness from inside out.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion."

Moore's voice was low and magnetic, and he continued: "But I think you all realize the importance of this mission. I came here to listen to your ideas in person and how we can achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost."

As Moore's words fell, the atmosphere in the conference room gradually warmed up, and the senior executives began to speak again and share their own insights.

Moore sat quietly at one end of the conference table, nodding in agreement from time to time, and asking sharp questions from time to time to guide the direction of the entire discussion.

"We'd better convince the Storm Church to cooperate with us, or not to take action to avoid a large-scale dispute between the two sides, especially in the current special tense situation."

"I'd better go to Bishop Zain in person. He has always been an old friend of Fisher. Maybe the whole thing can be solved from here."

Under his guidance, the whole meeting went very smoothly, and the originally thorny problems were solved.

When the discussion was coming to an end, Moore stood up again and looked around at everyone present, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you for your efforts and wisdom. I believe that with everyone's joint efforts, Moore Security Company will be able to complete this mission successfully."

Moore's words were short and powerful, like a shot of heart, which filled everyone present with confidence.

With his departure, the conference room returned to calm, but the air was no longer filled with the previous tension.

Finally, after a busy day, Moore returned to his private estate in a remote mountainous area.

The estate was dotted with stars, and the breeze brought a hint of coolness and tranquility.

He slowly walked into his study, where the bookshelf was filled with all kinds of books, from military strategy to classical literature, from world history to philosophical contemplation.

The large desk in the middle of the room quietly waited for the owner to return. Moore sat down gently, his eyes lingering on the yellowed photo on the table for a moment. It was a photo of him and a group of comrades on the overseas battlefield, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.

Moore recalled the brothers who fought side by side, some of whom had stayed on the overseas battlefield forever, and some continued their lives in different corners.

"Alas, I have also traveled half of the world in these years... Everything started from Nasir. If it weren't for the encounter between Ms. Irene and my mother, my life would not have changed."

He closed his eyes, and his thoughts began to drift away, as if he had returned to those years a hundred years ago. His life was full of challenges and choices, but every step was taken firmly and without regrets.

Unconsciously, Moore gradually fell asleep, and in the deep and hazy dream, the silver-haired witch with closed eyes stepped on the invisible moonlight tapestry and slowly entered the palace woven from star fragments.

The witch was wearing a robe interwoven with moonlight and night, and her silver hair was like a waterfall, gently falling on both sides of her face with eyes closed and quiet, as if time had stopped on her.

In the center of the palace, a long table woven with dream silk stood quietly, and on the table was a spirit lamp that never went out, with a soft and deep light. At the other end of the long table, Moore's figure gradually appeared, shrouded in a layer of unpredictable light and shadow, with a blurred face.

The witch slowly opened her eyes, a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier between dreams and reality, flashing with sparks of desire for the unknown.

She spoke softly, her voice was like the night wind blowing through the ancient forest, gentle yet with unquestionable power: "Moore, I came through the mist of dreams just to seek your help. I have been looking for a powerful extraordinary material for a long time. It is hidden at the end of the world and in the cracks of time. Only wisdom and power can guide me to find it."

"What do you need that extraordinary material for? Ms. Hecate."

"The eighth step is what I need to take the eighth step..."

Moore was surprised. He didn't expect that Ms. Hecate had already stepped onto the seventh step without knowing it, and even began to prepare for the extraordinary material of the eighth step!

She is worthy of being the most talented person among all the sequence extraordinary people. The speed of improvement is simply incredible!

"Okay, as long as you tell me its name, I will do my best to let the security company find it."

The witch continued: "Heart of Stone is a very special extraordinary material."

"I understand."

Moore nodded gently and remembered the name of Heart of Stone completely.

"Thank you for your generosity. The great Lord of the Lost will know your contributions all along, and I will definitely achieve my true goal."

The witch's words were full of determination and gratitude. Then her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the depths of the dream with a burst of brilliant light.

The palace returned to tranquility again, leaving only the spiritual lamp to continue to shine silently. Moore, who was sitting here, felt that everything in front of him was constantly spinning.

The dream gradually disintegrated.

"Did I just dream? No, that was Ms. Hecate communicating with me... the heart of stone?"

"Where can I find such extraordinary materials? I can only mobilize people from top to bottom of the company to pay attention. If Ms. Hecate is promoted to the eighth level, the power of the Fisher family is simply unimaginable."

Moore opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the diary on the desk again. He recorded the bits and pieces of his life in that book. It has become a habit for him to write a diary.

He gently opened the old diary and carefully browsed through it page by page. The words were like the mark of time, recording Moore's growth trajectory from youth to maturity, and also witnessing his understanding of the world from ignorance to depth.

"Although my life is full of ups and downs, every step I take is very guiltless, and I have never violated the rules and principles I set."

Moore said silently in his heart, with a faint smile on his face. He knew that life could not be perfect, but as long as he had faith in his heart, he could find his own satisfaction.

Finally, he gently closed the diary, stood up, walked to the window and looked at the quiet night sky outside.

Moore was full of peace in his heart, knowing that no matter how many challenges there were in the future, his life would be able to leave no regrets.