I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Since their names were called, the cadres did not refuse and spoke one after another.

"Chariot" said: "My opinion is to fight, fight hard. Our Clone brigade has been recuperating for a long time. We need the battlefield and the blood of the enemy to stimulate us. The newcomers also need to experience the battlefield before they can become veterans." .”

"Judgment" said: "I also agree to fight. Although the Clock Tower's control over Italy is not as good as that of the United Kingdom, it is much stronger than the Church and Dead Apostles. Moreover, the association's branch is also in the Po River Plain. If the war starts there, we will occupy a certain amount of it." The advantages."

"The King" added: "The latest intelligence shows that the number of followers led by 'White Feather' does not exceed fifty, half of which are low-level followers who have just been transformed into Death Apostles. If this is all their strength, I don't think our Clone Brigade will Will lose."

"The Pope" continued to add: "The intelligence personnel of the Legal and Political Section have communicated with representatives of the church and confirmed that the church's agents have dealt with the aftermath of the 'Night of Varzia' and also left an early warning mechanism. Although there is still There are some spirit seeds remaining, but these residues should not pose a danger to us."

"Justice" said: "Ottenrose is currently not in his own territory. It is said that he went to Las Vegas to meet Van Feim."

Van Feim, the fourteenth seat of the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles", whose real name is Bareilly Ferunando Vandrossudam, is one of the oldest Dead Apostles.

This is a very different kind of Dead Apostle. He does not hide in the darkness like other Dead Apostles. Instead, he is keen on socializing. He has a considerable status in human society. He is the leader of one of the few giant plutocrats in the world. He is known as He is said to be the devil who rules over the financial world rather than the dark world.

This Death Apostle is very concerned about human society and likes to worry about trivial things. In recent hundreds of years, he has been passionate about ecology and devoted himself to protecting the earth's environment. After World War I, he began to try to increase his sphere of influence without using blood-sucking methods.

Because he is very rich, many Dead Apostles will seek financial assistance from him. "White Winged Duke" Ottenrocher is also one of the recipients of Van Feim's funding. The two ancient ancestors will meet every once in a while. one side.

"The Hermit" took over the words: "Because of his departure, some of his second and third generation family members lost their leaders and began to invade each other. This time, the information about White Feather's trip to Italy is the other information of Ottenrose. A family member quietly leaked it to the association."

Most of the Dead Apostles were transformed from humans. Humans would fight for power among themselves, and so would they. Because life is long enough, this kind of struggle lasts longer than humans.

The six cadres had a unanimous opinion, that is - fight.

Internal demands, external pressure, enemy strength, battlefield environment, enemy movements, and sources of intelligence are almost all factors that need to be considered in a battle, and they are all beneficial to one's own side. This is a great opportunity and it would be a shame not to take it.

Immediately afterwards, the members of the Clone team also began to express their opinions.

"Captain, I agree to fight."

"Yes, fight, we must fight."

"Fight, Captain."

The attitude was quite unified, almost all shouting and beating, and occasionally one or two different opinions were drowned in the sound.

However, at this moment, Shenji really wanted to say: "Comrades, you can't fight."

Of course it's not a joke, but a concern.

Who is the enemy? He is a Death Apostle, an immortal species, and the leader "White Feather" is also the second-generation descendant of the King of Death Apostles, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

He is just a pig, and he should have become a spirit after living for so many years, let alone an important figure under "White Wing Duke"? How could such a perfect opportunity be left behind?

——There must be something wrong with this!

But where does the problem occur? What was the oversight?

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Under night, in an unknown courtyard.

A handsome young man in white clothes was holding a glass of bright red liquid, shaking it gently in the dim moonlight.

"——Problem, of course there is a problem? If we couldn't see the problem, Barthelmero wouldn't have been fighting against his father for thousands of years."

Father is the special title of the "White Wing Duke"'s circle of influence. It is the honorific title given by the second generation family members to the supreme King of Dead Apostles, Tevarm Otenroshe.

Since such an honorific is used, it is not difficult to guess the young man's identity - the target that the Clone Brigade needs to defeat, an ancient Dead Apostle codenamed "White Feather".

At this moment, he was telling his subordinates and family members about his plan, and one of the third-generation family members raised similar concerns to Shenji.

"I just want them to see the problem and then think about where the problem lies?"

Having said this, the young man picked up the crystal cup and took a sip. The bright red liquid soaked into the pale lips, but did not flow down the corners of the mouth, but was directly absorbed by the lips.

"The human heart is a very strange thing. When the seeds of doubt are sown, human beings will find ways to solve the doubt. If they can't solve it, they will think, think, and keep thinking. Even if they say they let it go, But deep down in my heart I still think about it unconsciously.”

"The information Bartholomew received was all true, without any falsehood, so their doubts could not be resolved. This seed of doubt would continue to drag on their energy, sprouting bit by bit, bit by bit Being strong makes them hesitate when doing anything, which is exactly what I want. If they bump into each other like a bullfight, I will be a little distressed. After all, I didn’t bring too much bait this time for fishing. .”

"What if they are too hesitant to come?" another family member asked.

"No." The young man shook his head firmly, "No matter how doubtful they are, they will come. Because they are Bartholomew, they are Bartholomew who are hostile to us and other Dead Apostles, and regard their father as their mortal enemy. They are They will not back down when facing us, and we are the same. Once the two sides meet, one of them is destined to fall."

"I just don't know who is here? Originally, I wanted to fish out a few candidates for the heir of Barthemero. It would be best to fish out the little girl named Lorelaia. I really want to taste what her blood is. smell."

The young man narrowed his eyes in intoxication, picked up the crystal cup, and drank the liquid in the cup.

"Unfortunately, she has been designated as the next generation of Bartholomew and is undergoing the transplantation of the magic seal. It is impossible to come out in a short time - we can only take a step back and operate on her hands."

"You mean the magician group that caused a lot of talk some time ago? It seems to be called the Clone Brigade?"

The young man smiled and confirmed his subordinate's guess: "My father-in-law said that that army is composed of excellent and young magicians. If they are allowed to continue to grow, they will definitely become a threat to us - the threat must be nipped in the bud. .”

"But, but, how can you be sure that the Clone brigade will definitely come?"

"Because none of Barthemero's other powers can be used - our friends will contain Barthemero for us, at least on the surface. As for whether Barthemero will use unknown hidden powers, All I can say is that they’d better not use it, otherwise, hum.”

The Magic Association is no better than the Holy Church. The relationship between magicians and Dead Apostles is quite ambiguous, and many people are stepping on two different sides. In the clock tower of the headquarters, Bartholomew is not the only one.

The corners of the young man's mouth, which had not yet faded away from its red color, curved into a confident arc.

"The stage has been set. All we have to do is wait for the curtain to rise. I guarantee that the night will be unforgettable for you."

The recent subscriptions have become increasingly incomprehensible. There was a slight improvement in the past two days, but today it suddenly dropped sharply. It is comparable to the worst subscriptions in history. My heart can't stand this kind of roller coaster fluctuation.