13 Mink Street

Karen withdrew her hand, smiled, and said to Gaspour, "This will definitely be a healthy child."

"Thank you." Gaspar showed a soft smile on her face, and reached out to stroke her belly. At this moment, she was filled with a kind of motherhood.

It's a pity that Karen is not in the mood to praise and appreciate it. He is still chewing on the words he heard earlier in his mind.

As the inheritor of Marchettini, Marvalho's heirs are indeed more likely to inherit some special abilities. Anything contaminated with divinity is prone to unexpected changes.

What is controllable or temporarily controllable is called God's blessing; otherwise, it is God's pollution.

Essentially, it's the same.

Although Marvalho's child has not yet been born, judging from the fragments of consciousness he captured earlier, there must be some kind of problem with this child.

This kind of problem cannot be explained simply by inheriting his father's blood, because Marvalho's inheritance is memory, experience and some special abilities, but the consciousness carried by this child, although very weak, is real. The ground is expressing "now".

It can even be inferred from this that this child surpassed his father Marvalho in the level of inheritance.

What is this, conjugating father and son?

This made Karen feel an indescribable nausea.

The return of the gods does not mean that a group of extremely powerful and terrifying individuals returned to this world through a teleportation circle.

Their return is like splashing a bottle of ink on a book, and the colors begin to soak in layers.

Now, they're everywhere.

There are no moral constraints, no rules, and nothing you take for granted.

They are not enemies, because the gods cannot be distinguished by the tangible and the intangible. The Cult of Order's resistance to the gods is not only reflected in the level of war with the gods. Winning or losing at this time has no traditional meaning:

The house you live in is going to catch fire and you are preparing to put it out.

"Are you hot?" Marvalho pointed to Karen's forehead.

Karen wiped it lightly with the back of his hand, and said, "I guess I didn't sleep well."

"Then let's drink something." Marvalho handed Karen a teacup.

Karen took it over, opened the lid, and there was a lot of cigarette butts inside.

Karen put back the lid of the cup calmly, put it down silently, and said, "Let's go to the laboratory." Immediately afterwards, Karen said to Gaspol, "I want to ask our Lord Shenzi for help. "

Gaspor urged her husband: "Go ahead."

"okay."

Marvalho and Karen left the room, and Karen arranged a carriage. After getting in the carriage, he found little Connor sitting in it holding a book.

Little Connor said: "Mr. Alfred's latest order is that as long as you leave this enchantment, I must follow you, just like a big stupid dragon and a whipman."

"Okay." Karen agreed.

After Marvalho got in the car, he looked at Little Connor and said, "The pets are well kept."

Karen touched Little Connor's head and corrected, "It's a child."

"Okay, I made a slip of the tongue." Marvalho yawned. "Honestly, I'm a little tired."

"Don't say that in front of her."

"Of course, I'm not as tired as her. Do you know that when a woman gives birth to the next generation for you, as a husband, you can clearly feel..." Marvalho poked the back of his head, "It feels different , I am mature, I should take responsibility, in short, this kind of consciousness has become stronger, do you think this is miraculous?"

Karen nodded and said, "It's amazing not to have this kind of awareness."

"Uh, okay." Marvalho wanted to change the subject, "How does it feel to be fighting on the front line?"

"fine."

"I thought you would say some words of cherishing peace to me, and I was going to echo and cooperate with you."

"I don't think there will be anti-war thinking in the memory fragments of Lord Marchettini you have passed down."

"More than half of the memories are devoted to research and development of special war tools against other religions and gods. He is a war lunatic."

"Me too."

"The general who came back from the victorious battle is just different, hehe."

"How is your research project going?"

"Fortunately, my main job is to write notes and submit important notes, which will be absorbed and certified by people from other relevant departments. The research done by the project team I lead is only a small part. "

"Oh, I see."

The carriage drove out of the barrier and entered the urban area of ​​York City. As a result, it happened to catch up with an election parade.

Karen remembered that on the first day he came to Wayne, Eunice's mother introduced to him that in York City, parades and demonstrations were as frequent as holidays.

The carriage activated the concealment formation, flew up in the air, and passed the election team without being hindered in the slightest.

Karen lowered his head and looked down.

He saw a middle-aged man sitting in the back seat of a convertible, waving his hands and smiling at his supporters on both sides.

This man made Karen feel familiar.

Soon, Karen remembered who he was: John Rotini.

I remember that when I first arrived in Wien, I just ran for the mayor of Manlar, and was hailed as a rising political star.

Marvalho glanced down and said with a smile: "He is already the leader of his own party and is expected to become the next Prime Minister of the Wayne Empire."

Karen looked at Marvalho, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Marvalho acted nonchalantly, but Karen never took his eyes off his face, which made him start to look a little unnatural.

There is no way, even if Lord Shenzi's temperament is far superior to that of ordinary people, but who told him that the person sitting opposite him now is the number two person of the Whip of Order.

Marvalho shrugged and said: "In addition to reading your lace stories, I also read newspapers in the world. He is very popular now because his campaign slogan is democracy and freedom, which is very popular. voters' favorite."

After explaining, Marvalho realized that he should not explain. In front of this person, any abnormal behavior will be infinitely magnified in his sight, especially when the other person is already watching you.

Karen didn't rush to ask questions, but said, "My knowledge of Mr. Rotini mainly comes from newspapers."

"Haha, we all like to read newspapers."

"But that paper is the Weekly Order."

"Forehead……"

"For a relatively long period of time in the past, "Order Weekly" would open a separate page to introduce two people, one person is this Mr. Rotini, and the other is Mr. Luther, Mr. Luther He is a purple-haired affirmative action leader, you should have an impression, right?"

"How could it not be? When the pollution broke out, I was in Wayne. I sensed it. If you hadn't brought people down to bring the artifact back, God knows what kind of disaster it would have caused."

"I once wondered why the "Order Weekly" would focus on reporting on two secular politicians. This is not in line with common sense. Then, Mr. Luther gave the answer.

so now……"

Marvalho asked, "Well, what are you worried about?"

"It should be me asking you, tell me, what do you know."

"What can I tell you, what's in my notes? That's top secret, but I do have some secrets in memory fragments. I can share them with you. This is quite interesting, haha."

"It seems that during the time I was on the front line, a lot of things did happen."

"It's no big deal, it's all very stable. Your control over York City now surpasses almost any powerful chief bishop in the history of the Religion."

"Marvalho, now, please tell me seriously: yes, or no?"

"ah?"

"I want to hear the answer you gave me. Of course, you can also choose to make it up now."

Marvalho was silent.

After a long time, he sighed and said: "I am not a direct participant, but my project team has changed the subject because of this, and will do some necessary cooperation. This subject is: how to prevent the leakage of divine pollution and how to avoid it."

"Oh." Karen smiled, "This 'God-making Project' is still going on?"

"Since this era, no religious religion has given up the pursuit of the power of the gods. Although Mr. Luther failed, there is still one experimental material left. They are a prepared pair."

"I see."

"It's good to know, I will be more careful this time, and there will be no more accidents like last time."

Karen reached into the pocket of the divine robe, but missed it.

"Hiss..."

Little Kangna tore off a page in her hand, folded a fat crow, and handed it to Karen.

Karen took it and said to it:

"I doubt that John Rotini will be the next Mr. Luther. Now, fully investigate this incident and related personnel, take all necessary monitoring and control, and be ready to close the net at any time."

Open the window and the crow flies out.

Marvalho pursed his lips and asked, "Retract the net?"

"Last time, I wasn't able to take a bunch of volunteers down in a hole and wipe their asses, do you know why?"

"Because you have a great belief in order in your heart."

"No, it was because my status at the time was not enough to slap those guys in the face directly."

When Karen said these words, the hunger in his body began to respond, and it seemed to recall the delicious meal in the cave last time.

"hehe."

Marvalho subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face. This was not flattery, he didn't have to do it, but because he felt the anger from Karen's words.

Karen closed her eyes and leaned back on the seat:

"Since they want to restart this dangerous game, I will let them experience the atmosphere of this game first."

"Well, I want to remind you that it is a plan made by another system. Perhaps, you can communicate with the other party first."

"It's not necessary anymore."

"Oh fine."

Marvalho didn't say anything anymore. Compared to an "adult" like Karen, his "Master Son of God" was rather optimistic most of the time.

The carriage came to Marvalho's laboratory. There was a Whip of Order on the periphery of the laboratory, which was in charge of security control. Marvalho needed a routine document check every time he entered and exited here, but Karen didn't need it.

This made Marvalho feel very unbalanced: "They are really stupid, they can't even show that they work rigorously in front of you."

Karen didn't answer, he was a little irritable now.

He heard that voice at Marvalho's house first, and then met the second subject of the experiment on the way. Now that he came here, he would re-establish the relationship with the sickle.

It's really strange that a series of things that make you disgusted and disgusted happen together, and you can still feel calm.

The staff in the laboratory saluted Karen and Marvalho. On the way, Karen saw Ophelia.

Her Royal Highness the Princess of Dark Moon Island has been working in Marvalho's laboratory since she came to the God Cult as a "hostage". During holidays, she would go to Eunice to drink coffee and look at the design.

Karen stopped in front of Ophelia and asked, "How are you doing?"

Marvalho rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, hey, don't worry, I've always taken care of her."

"I'm fine, Minister." Ophelia saluted Karen again.

The last time Karen went to Darkmoon Island, she was the bodyguard of the Chief Bishop of York City. If Karen went to Darkmoon Island again, her father and all the elders would have to stand by and serve attentively.

"Come and sit at home when you have time."

"Yes, I will."

After a brief exchange, Karen followed Marvalho into his exclusive private laboratory.

Inside is a stretching space, where various altars and formations are arranged, and all kinds of strange things are displayed.

Marvalho poured two glasses of cider, added ice cubes, and handed one to Karen:

"You know, I have quit the habit of drinking water at home."

"I know."

"No, you don't know, not only in the cup on the coffee table in the living room, but she even puts out cigarette butts in the kitchen faucet."

"It will be better after you come out to work, and you should pay more attention to it."

"She doesn't seem to need my attention. Every time I care about her, she is very irritable."

"It's effective, and it's also one of the ways to vent."

"You are right, but when will you get married?"

"I've been a little busy recently, let's wait until the work is over."

"It's an excuse."

"Yes, it is indeed an excuse."

"Okay, let's start, you stand on that altar, that..."

"how?"

"No matter what happens later, you can rest assured that I will keep it secret for you."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, in your current position, you can already possess secrets openly and aboveboard."

Karen stood on the altar, closed his eyes, let go of his mental defenses, and at the same time restrained his possible reaction instincts.

The altar began to operate. Marvalho did not introduce or pave the way this time. He brought Karen to appear in a space of consciousness surrounded by stars. Immediately, the two looked up together.

There is a bright star above, and behind the star, a huge sickle appears.

The sickle seemed to have sensed Karen's breath, and suddenly slashed downwards.

"Buzz!"

Marvalho opened his eyes. He was cut out of the space of consciousness by the slash of the scythe, but Karen, who was standing on the altar, still had his eyes closed.

Now, Lord Shenzi can forcibly enter to observe again, or simply stop the operation of the altar, but he still didn't do anything, picked up the glass of fruit wine, and took a sip.

Artifacts also have emotions. When you lose its imprint, it will feel betrayed when you want to get it a second time.

On this point, Marvalho didn't tell Karen in advance, not because he deliberately wanted to trick Karen, because he felt that you don't need to say anything to a person who can wash away the mark of the artifact.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Marvalho recalled in his mind the scene when Karen blessed the child in his wife's womb.

He concealed it very well, without any flaws, but according to his habit of getting along with himself, he should say some light-hearted jokes after the blessing is over, instead of serious "this will be a healthy child".

This reminded him of the fleeting horror in the eyes of the temple elder when he blessed the child in his womb when he took his wife to the temple for an inspection not long ago.

It should be that the life in the temple is too stable, and he has been away from the specific work of the god religion for too long, and people are slack, so in terms of concealment ability, he is much inferior to his friend who is the second character of the Whip of Order.

What's wrong with your child?

...

Karen looked at the scythe of war beside him. It had just fallen and divided Marvalho.

Now, it is swaying back and forth, and it feels like someone is making a provocative gesture of hooking their fingers at you.

Karen raised the back of his hand towards it and said:

"Leave your mark."

No devout prayers, no grateful calls, just calm orders.

In this conscious space, it's just him and it, so there's no need to act.

The scythe of war was enraged.

It pointed its sharp edge at Karen, as if threatening Karen.

Karen looked at it with no trace of fear on her face.

It seems that he felt the provocation from the outside world, and the hunger addiction in his body raised its head again. This is the third time today.

Although he was suppressed by Karen every time and did not really explode, it successfully affected Karen's emotions greatly.

The scythe of war suddenly moved forward, and the endless sharp aura condensed quickly from top to bottom between Karen's eyebrows, as if it would completely split Karen's soul in the next moment.

It is like a proud white swan, waiting for Karen to pray to it.

"Roar!"

The Hunger Sculpture became angry, and Karen's eyes gradually turned dark red.

Chains of order with traces of rust spread from Karen's feet, encircling the scythe of war.

The dispute between the two parties is imminent.

...

Temple of Order.

On a star enshrining the artifact, a beam of brilliance appeared, and from it, a phantom of a man walked out. Although his head was full of white hair, his appearance was still young.

The man's thoughts began to jump, jumping from the star he was on to the neighboring stars, and finally, he appeared steadily on the star enshrining the [Scythe of War].

All the waiters of the artifact came out and knelt down facing the figure:

"Meet the elder."

"Meet the elder."

The man continued to walk in.

Inside, there was a female temple elder. After she saw the person coming, her eyes were slightly complicated, but she still bent down to salute him.

"Lord Ukonga."

Both are the elders of the temple, but the seniority of this man exceeds most of the existence in the temple.

If it is said that the lifespan of the elders of the temple broke the limit of human beings, then his lifespan belongs to breaking the limit of the elders of the temple.

Because he fell in love with Qi Ling;

Before it was about to die out, it was actively fused with the spirit of the artifact, and gained a longer existence time.

He is the elder of the temple, but now, he is more like a tool spirit, he has existed for a thousand years.

Wu Kongjia looked at the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the hall, and said, "I sensed its movement."

The elder of the Temple of God responded: "No, it doesn't, it's normal."

Ukonga shook his head: "That's what it's pretending to be."

The elders of the Temple of the Goddess showed a look of astonishment.

Ukonga continued: "Its preservation is too good, and your offerings to it are too generous. At the same time, it is deeply involved in the operation of the system under the religion, especially during the war.

It's getting more and more mature.

As an artifact, being too smart and self-confident is not a good thing. "

The elder of the Temple of Goddess immediately said: "Yes, I will report this matter."

"Um."

Ukonga continued to walk forward, his dharma body began to grow bigger and bigger, and finally became as tall as the towering [Scythe of War], and he touched the artifact with his hand.

Immediately, he slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time uttered a question that puzzled the elder of the goddess temple:

"Is that you, a friend in the dormitory?"

...

A powerful soul force appeared in this space of consciousness that originally belonged exclusively to Karen and [Scythe of War]. Immediately afterwards, Karen saw the huge Ukonga walking in this space of consciousness. He is looking.

However, when Ukonga came in, [Scythe of War] took the initiative to cut around, tantamount to isolating Karen.

Therefore, although Karen can see Ukonga, Ukonga cannot see himself, unless he takes the initiative to break the restriction here and take control of it.

[Scythe of War] issued a warning to Ukonga.

From the perspective of the artifact, Ukonga is not the elder of the Temple of Order, but an artifact spirit. The artifact spirit of another artifact came to his own territory, which is an extremely serious provocation.

It "hides" Karen, just like children keep their toys from each other for fear of being robbed.

"I was in a deep sleep, and I sensed your breath. I have been looking for you, and I have been looking for you for more than a thousand years."

Ukonga looked at [Scythe of War], he raised his hand, as if preparing to suppress it to verify his hunch.

At this moment, the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the temple began to shake violently, causing the stars to tremble.

A majestic voice came down from above:

"Ukonga, your lost situation is getting worse and worse."

Ukonga's consciousness disappeared from the consciousness space, and his figure began to shrink, returning to the size of a normal person. He walked out of the temple in a daze, and looked up:

"Are you lost... or is my feeling deceiving me..."

The voice from above came again:

"You evaded your duty to the gods, and a complete weapon spirit was defiled and worn away for you. You existed more than a thousand years ago, but your contribution to the gods is no match for any younger generation. You are ashamed of your body As a follower of order."

"Oh...is that so?" Ukonga questioned again.

"Get ready, sleep for a while, it won't be long before it's time for you to activate it, and it's time for you to atone."

"I... atone for my sin..."

"We have decided that you will lead the team to solve that person's problem."

Ukonga asked, "Is that... the apostate... who blew up the temple?"

Speaking of this, Ukonga's expression became richer, as if the original confused consciousness gradually came to an end, and because of this, the keen perception of half-asleep and half-awake was lost.

Wu Kongjia laughed and said, "You guys haven't dealt with him yet."

"It's almost there."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Ukonga looked at the [Scythe of War] behind him for the last time, and then his consciousness jumped again, returning to the star that belonged to him.

The elder of the Temple of the Goddess said to the top: "My lord, senior Ukonga said that the weapon spirit of [Scythe of War] now has too much self-awareness, which requires us to be vigilant."

The response came from above:

"Then, kill its excess consciousness, Niallella, and you will be in charge of the operation."

"Yes, my lord."

Niyalela walked in front of [Scythe of War], and two groups of terrifying fires of order appeared in her palm. She wanted to burn away the superfluous ego of this artifact.

...

After Ukonga left, [Scythe of War] continued to aim "Fengrui" at Karen, and it still wanted to settle accounts with Karen without outsiders.

Unlike other weapon spirits who would feel fear and trembling in the face of the breath of hunger addiction, the weapon spirit of [Scythe of War] has always been extremely stubborn.

However, this stalemate was soon broken again.

The sickle seemed to have encountered something extremely frightening. It didn't need Karen to continue threatening, intimidating, and talking. It flew towards Karen actively, not attacking, but hiding.

Any life consciousness has the instinct to survive, and Qi Ling is no surprise. When it decides to spend it outside, it instinctively chooses to preserve itself.

"hiss……"

Karen only felt a strong brand of consciousness pouring into his soul crazily.

If Karen just wanted to stamp a stamp at the beginning, then now, it is equivalent to smearing the whole ink pad on his hands frantically.

...

"Um?"

Marvalho realized that something was wrong. As the inheritor of Marchettini, he had a very special sense of bondage to some war artifacts that had been transformed by Marchettini, so he suddenly noticed the "Scythe of War" Variety.

"What is the temple doing, cleaning it now?"

Marvalho immediately interrupted the operation of the altar, and Karen on the altar also opened his eyes.

"Karen, are you okay?" Marchettini immediately walked to the altar and looked at Karen with concern. At the same time, he grabbed the back of Karen's left hand, rolled up the sleeve of his robe, and saw a normal black circle mark.

"Huh, it worked, it seems that you negotiated well."

"I thought it would be bigger and more special."

"For example, is it like me?" Marvalho revealed the back of his hand. On the entire back of his hand was the imprint of a sickle, which was very bright. "This symbolizes the authority to use this artifact. How could you exceed it?" I."

"By the way, what happened just now?" Karen asked.

"The temple may be cleaning. You know, sometimes they don't specifically notify me. Maybe they think that the maturity of the spirit is too high and they need to cut the branches."

"Oh, that's right."

"As long as you are fine, it is actually my problem. I should have sent a usage message to the star enshrining [Scythe of War] in advance. This time, I was lazy."

It's not laziness, it's just that there's no way to truthfully report the fact that the same person has to get the mark twice in a row.

"I'm a little tired, do you have energy potions here?"

"Yes, it's in the staff lounge. I'll get it for you. What dose do you need?"

"It's fine for people to use."

"Hehe, what you said, no one would use the dose for animals."

Marvalho walked out of the laboratory, and Karen sat down in the chair here.

He rolled up his right sleeve. Unlike the small imprint on the back of his left hand, there was a sickle totem on his right arm, extending from the wrist to the shoulder.

It's just that the sickle on the totem is bound tightly by chains. The totem is not only alive, but also in motion. This kind of fighting is still going on.

Karen stretched out his hand to stroke his right arm, and the totem was retracted, and it was no longer visible.

Ordinary people with such imprints would probably be instantly turned into idiots and lunatics by the consciousness of the artifact, but Karen's problem is not big here, let this grumpy and arrogant scythe be trained by the hunger addiction in his body.

However, according to Marvalho, isn't he now the person with the highest authority to use the artifact?

Karen was about to stand up, when suddenly, he felt a strong sense of hunger.

Several teasings in a short period of time, coupled with the entry of new "residents", let Wen Wen overcome the hunger addiction for a long time, and there is a tendency to go berserk.

This time, I really can't blame my hunger addiction.

Karen clutched his chest with one hand, and quickly pulled out a cigarette with the other hand, lit it, and took a deep puff, but the suppression that was effective before had no obvious effect now.

Marvalho came back with the potion: "Hey, can you stop smoking here, do you know how precious the materials here are?"

Karen, who was sitting on a chair, raised his head and looked at him.

For a moment, Marvalho was stunned by the redness of Karen's eyes, and the potion bottle in his hand almost fell down.

Marvalho: That look... so scary.

Karen: He's... delicious.

"Karen, what's wrong with you?"

Karen bumped Marvalho away and said, "The old wound left by the battlefield has recurred."

"I'll take you to the mission hospital."

"No, I'll go by myself."

If you send me, I'm afraid I can't help but eat you on the way.

"Are you really okay?"

"Friend, trust me, I'm fine, you're busy with your work, I'm leaving."

Karen walked out of the laboratory pretending to be calm. Xiao Kangna, who had been waiting outside before, saw Karen coming out and followed immediately.

Karen grabbed Little Kangna's shoulders, and the little bone dragon was very strong, supporting Karen firmly, and took Karen back to the carriage.

"Return to the enchantment as quickly as possible."

"Yes, my lord!"

The coachman directly controlled the carriage to levitate and flew towards the barrier.

Inside the carriage, Karen said to Little Kangna:

"Notify Alfred, send me the sealed coffin prepared for me."

At the beginning, in order to suppress the hunger addiction, Karen asked Alfred to build himself an extremely strong sealed coffin, which was the way to deal with the most extreme outbreak.

"Are you hungry, Karen?"

"Shut up."

Karen looked at Xiao Kangna, the red luster in his eyes flickered again, everything around him with a divine presence was now the food he coveted most.

A hunger addict's favorite... is God.

Little Kangna raised her arm: "Why don't you eat a bone first?"

"Snapped!"

Karen immediately grabbed little Connor's arm.

Little Kangna opened her eyes, neither dodging nor resisting.

Karen put Little Kangna's arm on her knee, and then a dense fire of order condensed in the palm of his hand, and then shot into his chest without hesitation.

"Hiss... wow!"

Karen didn't make a sound, it was little Connor who did, and she knew how painful it was.

"Karen, do you feel this pain?"

"Karen, why don't you eat my bones, I have a lot of bones anyway."

"But you are like this, it hurts too much."

Suddenly, Karen couldn't hear Xiao Kangna's voice anymore, as if the whole world was left with only the sound of her heavy breathing.

This is the first full-scale outbreak of hunger addiction after my strength has improved, and the extent is completely beyond my imagination.

He knew that he was about to lose control... Just like when he was strangling other souls in the soul space before, he would become a beast with no emotions, no thinking, and only knowing how to satisfy hunger.

Too late to go back, too late...

All around, strands of power of order were forcibly condensed, forming a special storm vortex.

The coachman was directly blown away by this powerful force. Because he was protected by the god robe, he did not fall to death after landing, but fell into a coma.

All the horses pulling the carriage died suddenly at this moment, and the carriage stopped and landed on the top of a building.

"Kang Na, quickly, lock me up!"

Karen growled.

Little Kangna didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately rushed forward, biting Karen's thigh with her mouth open. Immediately, the power of the bone dragon entered Karen's body, but this time, it was no longer to defend and bless Karen.

Bone spurs sprang out of Karen's body, nailing Karen in the carriage in reverse, forming a ban on Karen.

this moment,

Everything in Karen's sight turned gray and white.

In the throat, there is a longing from the depths of the soul:

"Hungry...so hungry..."

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