Enforcer's Handbook

On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, in the upper world.

A serious meeting is coming to an end, and all the important beings in the upper world are gathered here to discuss a common topic.

Memories of the past keep flashing back.

This was unprecedented in the upper world, but the memories he left behind at that time were fragmentary. As he was not qualified to sit down with others to discuss, the ultimate goal of this meeting that affected the entire upper world was In order to get rid of the devil that is harming the entire upper world like a cancer.

In fact, the main discussion at that meeting was not about the devil himself, but about his kindred companions who have gone astray by his side.

"Life" is an indispensable existence for both the church and the upper world, and the people participating in the meeting also had considerable differences in how to deal with it.

As for the devil himself.

No one can withstand the wrath of the entire upper world.

In the past, their tolerance was only limited by the prophecy, but now, the prophecy has exposed the devil's true face and will no longer provide him with shelter.

The figure who had been staying outside the door of the conference room clenched his fists.

According to the final result of the discussion, "Life" has been too seriously affected. Even if they will not erase the mark of its existence like the devil, they must control her. It was also mentioned in the meeting that "Life" ” The energy she possesses is extremely precious. They can completely put her consciousness into a deep sleep, and then use her power as a battery to provide energy for the operation of the upper world and the church.

And this precious energy should be controlled by a trustworthy person - that is, the speaker who organized this meeting to fight for the future of the upper world.

They also learned the concept of Speaker from humans. They all agreed that the current upper world needs a leader who can bring everyone together to survive this unprecedented crisis.

And those pawns who are not qualified to enter the venue and can only stay outside to wait for the results are destined not to be taken seriously.

Therefore, no one noticed that after the meeting, the newcomer who had just completed the promotion ceremony disappeared and went straight to the garden.

He clearly remembered that it was late at night.

Being in the upper world, being able to look up at the same starry sky was the only place he felt familiar and nostalgic about at that time.

He could still recall his anxious mood at that time.

Even though he had abandoned his body during the promotion ceremony, he still felt every part of his body trembling.

Spreading information at this critical time is tantamount to being an enemy of the entire upper world. If those big shots know about this, an insignificant little character like him will probably be easily identified as a companion of the devil and treated equally. treat.

He has very few believers in the church, and his untapped power is far from irreplaceable.

And under such a situation, imposing the death penalty on a small character like him will undoubtedly serve as a warning to the monkeys.

"Oh, it's you."

This voice had appeared in his nightmares countless times. He had lost count of how many times he had run under the starry night. The nightmares would always lead him to the same place.

The woman at the end of the garden would raise her eyes and look at him every time. Beside her, there were lush vegetation blooming. They were bathed in vigorous vitality and always bloomed in their most perfect posture.

Just being in this garden will make people feel healed.

"anything?"

The woman asked calmly.

Every time at this time, he would open his mouth and try his best to say something.

After all, he told the other person's plan, but in his view, this was not a betrayal, but that he believed that there was room for maneuver in the matter. As long as he immediately drew a clear line with the devil and joined the crusade against the devil, Decisions issued by the Speaker can be changed.

After all, the importance of "life" to the upper world is self-evident.

It was difficult for him to describe the emotion stirring in his heart. It seemed to be a reward for the person who led the way, but it also seemed to be mixed with something else.

However, every time this happens, another discordant voice will appear.

"What he said makes sense. It's not too late to look back now. I'm not usually very good at fighting. What if I don't win by then?"

Deep in the lush vegetation, there is another being lying on the soft petals, with his hands on the back of his head and his legs crossed comfortably.

When he heard the devil's whisper, his brain paused for ten seconds. He never imagined that the other person was here and heard what the others were about to do.

But there was no fear on the devil's face, and his voice was as steady as ever, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The tone at that time was just like...

Just the same as now!

The figure floating in front of the flower of flesh and blood became distorted, and the expanding spiritual energy distorted the space. The pure spiritual energy intensity alone was enough to cause changes in the space.

"That's how you bewitched her, right?"

Although his face is still blurry and no one can identify his past appearance from his distorted face, Song Lan knows that the eyes of the other person looking at her at this moment must be so angry that they are about to burst into flames. The level of anger may even be The founder of military technology who was so angry that he was admitted to the ICU was resigned to being defeated.

But it was this anger that reminded him of something.

"I remembered."

This time, Song Lan's tone changed. It was no longer a polite tone, but mixed with some true feelings, "It was you. I was really grateful to you when I was in the garden. I risked my life." Danger brought the news that they wanted to deal with me.”

Although the information provided by the other party did not have any substantive effect, he still had to feel sincerely grateful for this spirit.

After all, nowadays, when people are indifferent, chivalrous acts willing to take risks for a stranger are becoming increasingly rare.

Song Lan vaguely remembered that in order to protect this newcomer who had just arrived in the upper world from being affected, she secretly opened a channel for him to connect the two worlds, so that the latter could temporarily go to the "lower world" to avoid the limelight before leaving. Before that, he did not forget to tell the other party that if he did not get along well in the "lower world", he could try to find a person named Lao Xu in the place called "the outside world" by humans.

However, judging from the subsequent situation, this newcomer was quite successful. Not only did he not trouble Lao Xu, he also established his own power in the first district, the center of the coalition government's power.

"How dare you talk about this!"

The response from above was almost a roar. The only road leading to the Flower of Flesh was broken into several sections under the devastation of spiritual energy. "It is because of your arrogance that she lost her strength and memory, and she can no longer do anything." 'God' qualifications!"

"I think you must have misunderstood something. She is not anyone's accessory. Her position is always decided by herself."

Song Lan said seriously.

The devil is an omnipotent scapegoat. He has long been accustomed to Xiao Heizi's ubiquitous life, but he feels that he still needs to clarify some things. "How much do you know about the prophecies of the upper world?"

"This has nothing to do with the prophecy, let alone within the prophecy..."

"In the prophecy, the church will win this war, and the belief in machinery will die. After that, the upper world will have absolute rule over everything in the 'lower world'."

In another timeline, the council or company will become a vassal of the church, and all decisions of the church will be like oracles, becoming absolute and unquestionable.

Perhaps by then even the concept of a company will disappear, and people in that timeline will give up modern scientific equipment such as prosthetics and open up a completely different path from now based on the fire of psychic energy.

"How about it? Does it sound familiar?"

Song Lan glanced at Ling.

The new era also paints a beautiful picture for everyone.

Families and companies that continue to squeeze this world will be sanctioned, and the establishment of mental links will truly allow "collective consciousness" to become the leader of decision-making for the first time.

"Then when that time comes, the existence that delivers the prophecy or dominates the 'collective consciousness' will naturally ascend to the throne as the new god, and everything your predecessors did was to prevent the new god from coming."

If he had to count, Song Lan felt that he was the real unlucky one.

He was dubbed the "Holy Son" for no apparent reason, and then he was blamed for everything.

This may only be because he and the "new god" were born with different horoscopes.

Although they were currently in a hostile position, Song Lan decided to explain the situation clearly before the war started, especially since there was another unlucky guy standing next to them, who was passionately making a wedding dress for an existence he didn't know. .

Song Lan stared at Zero, "You should have realized that even if the 'collective consciousness' decides that you and 'Desolate Bones' will die here, you cannot disobey the decision made by the 'collective consciousness'."

"that is because……"

"Because you think sacrificing for the right path is a noble thing."

Song Lan interrupted Ling, "Rather than waving a whip behind you and tying your hands and feet with shackles, making you believe from the bottom of your heart that you are on the right path is a better governance strategy."

At that time, other residents of the upper world also had the same thoughts and firmly believed that they were walking on the right path. They believed that everything they did was an action to create a more brilliant psychic civilization.

Because of this, Lu Xiang described the other party as an invisible ruler.

Of course, Song Lan had no intention of letting the people present accept his explanation from the beginning.

To him, although this was a different scene, it felt familiar.

When he rushed to the Hongmen Banquet, he also thought very seriously about how to sit down calmly and explain their findings clearly to those who had been falsely accusing him of being a devil.

"That's nonsense!"

And his fellow villagers gave the same answer as those people at that time.

The dark beams of light pressed overwhelmingly toward the ground. His rage seemed to have made him lose his mind, and he planned to destroy the flower of flesh and blood, Zero and "Desolate Bones" together.

The ground beneath his feet was completely destroyed in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the space was torn apart, and the figure appearing in front of him accompanied by the beam of light.

The attack that seemed to shatter the entire space went straight through his body. The squirming tentacles in the abyss accelerated their frequency of action. They kept extending upward. It seemed that in their eyes, the energy from above was all The best sacrifice.

"Even after knowing the truth, you still didn't waver."

Song Lan stepped on the remaining ruins floating in the air and touched his chin. The figure's actions were confirming another of his conjectures step by step.

He glanced at Zero and "Desolate Bones". Their bodies were pushed together by spiritual energy in the air, and then they flew towards the path they came from above at a faster speed.

"If you were a staunch believer in the New Gods, you would never have been there that night."

He once again dodged the figure's unskilled rampage attack and muttered to himself with interest, "So there must be something else that made you so angry at me that you had to kill me. .”

The reason why they appear here is also the result of the figure's hard work for more than twenty years.

As a survivor of the upper world, the other party is one of the few people who knows the buried history, so the other party must also know the final direction of that war.

——It ends with the victory of the devil and the destruction of the upper world.

If he thought about it from his perspective, if he knew that the enemy was such a terrifying existence, he might not even think about fighting him.

Sleep when you encounter difficulties, this has always been Song Lan's life creed.

In other words, what supported the figure all the way here was something close to obsession.

And when the figure just mentioned Lu Xiang's current situation, and talked about the latter's loss of strength and memory, as well as his qualifications as a "god", the anger reached its peak, so much so that he could no longer hear anything he did after that. explain.

"I see."

Song Lan suddenly understood. He lowered his head and looked at the figure that turned into a black stream of light. He seemed to have completely disregarded life and death.

He knew that no matter what he said after that, he would get the same answer: "That's nonsense."

If you use a word game to describe the situation at this moment, there is no option to avoid fighting and reach a reconciliation ending.

The next moment, Liu Guang appeared in front of him again, this was a fighting method that completely gave up ability and strategy.

"You...couldn't you have always had a crush on Lao Lu?"

The figure didn't answer, he answered with actual actions.

Under the face that was distorted by the speed, Song Lan seemed to see a face that was so angry that it was ferocious.

Time stops at this moment.

"Bang——!"

The muffled sound that followed echoed in the underground space for a long time, and the figure who desperately wanted to touch Song Lan finally made contact with it.

Then, it flew backwards at a faster speed and fell into the tentacles with claws and fangs.

"This is the only thing I have nothing to clarify."

Song Lan looked down at the abyss and the twisted figure disappearing among the tentacles, and slowly retracted his outstretched right fist, "We are in free love."

Small theater its three hundred and fifty-seven:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Wednesday, early morning

On the third day after the two lived in the Iris Consortium, an emergency finally occurred.

The food festival is approaching, and the expert judges of mayonnaise have also arrived in the second area. As usual, the Iris Consortium will hold a grand dinner in the castle. Song Lan and Lu Xiang, as one of the judges this time, are naturally attracted by Invited.

"The Iris Consortium is a family that follows tradition, and there will be dancing at the annual banquet."

Lu Xiang shared the information he collected with Song Lan.

Compared to Song Lan, who was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, she looked expectant.

"dance?"

"The court aristocratic dance before the Third War, the kind with violins and formal wear."

As she spoke, she interlocked with Song Lan and put her other hand around his waist, "Well, this is how it feels."

"I don't know how to do this."

"I can teach you if you don't know, but I have to make an agreement in three chapters first."

"Um?"

"I'm going to teach you that you have to study hard. It's easy for a layman to step on his partner's feet when dancing in court dance. I will write it down every time you step on me."

"Lao Lu, holding grudges is a bad habit."

"How could I hold a grudge?"

Lu Xiang chuckled and said, "You also said that if one person does something, one person is responsible for it. Whoever steps on me and hurts me will be responsible for coaxing me over."