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Chapter 1052 1050. Dusk Talk·Only when it is put on the table, the abandoned pieces will appear

The monk leader seemed to be planning to abandon the pioneers of the New World. The scholars were just surprised, but there was no further reaction.

At present, the pioneers who have established a country in the New World, except for the first batch of explorers who followed the Explorers Guild to the New World 49 years ago, the rest are all kinds of downtrodden people and scums from various countries who have come from the Old World in the following thirty years.

There are also a considerable number of former pirates, who have also formed a maritime force called the "Seven Islands Alliance" outside the New Federation United States.

In the years before the Dagon fish people caused the New World route to be closed due to the trouble, many "pioneers" arrived in the New World every month through the routes under the Martink Company. The number of them and their descendants soon exceeded 150,000, and now the number has approached 300,000.

However, such a small number of people cannot occupy the entire Holy Spirit Plain, so more than half of the population of the New Federation comes from the surrendered Garnot people, who chose to join the New Federation for various complicated reasons.

Most of them were slaves, and a few chieftains were accepted as formal citizens.

After all, in a world with psychic powers and magic, it is not as difficult as imagined to confuse and brainwash the barbarians who have lost their shelter on a large scale, and the sharp comments about genocide made by the chief monk are not groundless.

The purpose of Twilight coming to the New World is very simple, that is, to find the Heart of the World to launch the great plan of annihilation. Corrupting and manipulating the weak demigods of the Holy Spirit Plain is also a means to better achieve this goal. The real annihilators treat all races equally. There is no difference between the so-called "civilized people" and "barbarians" in their eyes. Therefore, the real Twilight believers have no interest in slaughtering the Ganault people.

On the contrary, those pioneers who came to the New World eager to make a fortune and become the superior people do not think so.

The capture and killing of the Ganault people in these years were handled by the New Federation United States. These guys' complex origins and flexible moral standards made them not feel that this was a shameful thing, especially after occupying the land of the indigenous people and successfully obtaining wealth, this kind of slaughter has a stronger interest support.

As a result, the New Federation has issued many appalling decrees in the past, such as purchasing large quantities of Gannot scalps to make boots, making their bone fingers into ornaments, and making their skins into musical instruments.

These rotten things made the members of Twilight feel that they were a little too extreme. What is quite black humor is that some members of Twilight who have experienced the Gannot massacre have witnessed the atrocities of the pioneers who claim to be civilized but are actually barbaric, and they are more convinced that this world is rotten.

Look at the worst scum that this world can breed, how they kill their own kind openly and with a clear conscience? Just for a little slaves and money, they can throw all the bottom lines of being human into the sewer with a smile on their faces.

Such a rotten world, it is better to be destroyed, right?

In short, in the eyes of the top leaders of Twilight, the New Federation, which was almost supported by them, is like a tool that is about to reach the end of its service life. After it has completed its historical mission, it is not worth being sad to be abandoned.

The three Dusk leaders are discussing the "trophy" brought back by the monk, the item placed in a wooden box, which has no spiritual energy but cannot be transported through the astral world.

"Your expedition to the Heart of the World Jungle lasted for two years and seven months, and now you have brought back something that claims to bring us hope of victory.

I don't distrust you, Your Excellency the Monk.

But you know that my curiosity about mysterious things is irresistible."

The scholar looked at the wooden box and asked:

"Can I know from you what is in it? Lest I be driven by damned curiosity one night to open this thing that may not be opened by me. If this causes a rift between us, it would be too inappropriate."

"There is nothing that cannot be shown. After all, if you want this 'Sir' to cooperate with our next action, you still need to help."

The monk made a gesture of invitation.

The scholar stepped forward and opened the wooden box with his fingers, and took a look inside.

The box was filled with materialized chaos energy, like a black shadow. These energies that were extremely harmful to the material world did not dissipate at this time, but were like suppressed and restrained entities, fulfilling their missions in a very obedient manner.

In the center of the shadow, a humanoid creature was trapped in a curled-up posture. In the darkness, it was barely possible to see its body lines that were extremely similar to those of a woman and the intermittent light on its forehead.

Even in such a dense chaos energy suppression, this thing still maintained a difficult but definite resistance.

"Look what I found?"

The scholar screamed in a surprised voice:

"A sentinel!

It seems to be a rare senior sentinel commander. How did you do it? Master, I heard that these servants of the Creator rarely appear in the material world. Their bases and main battlefields are in the fortresses of the subspace.

The last time I saw a living sentinel was by the side of the magical Mr. Murphy, and the sentinel lady had obviously experienced some inhuman torture that resulted in her not being fully human, and the one you brought back.

This is not the guardian of the world in the ordinary sense. "

"If you really want to talk about the entire capture process, it's actually nothing special. It's nothing more than an old method of setting traps to lure prey."

The chief monk waved his hands very humbly and gently and said:

“Perhaps I should sigh that I was lucky. After more than two years of preparation, I finally caught this big fish in the net.

As I described to you when we last talked, we have been ignoring the legends and stories under the sun. Those who are the best storytellers can create the world and dominate it, and they can also destroy, torture and destroy the world. world.

In addition to this distinguished lady, there is another happy result of my trip. I have confirmed the location of the Heart of the World, but if I want to enter it, I have to get past the layers of defense of the Sentinel Legion.

That is completely impossible to do at this stage.

We need a chance.

An opportunity that allows the powerful Sentinel Legion to consider one thing at the expense of another. In order to complete and pursue this opportunity, we have to make a more difficult choice.

Scholar, is Ms. Yuan still not responding to our call? "

"That woman is crazy, Master."

The scholar observed the sentinel locked in the box with the eyes of a work of art, and said without looking back:

"She was constantly hunted by the Grand Duke of the Thorn Clan and the Dragon Flame Mage of the Transians, and she was forced into a corner after losing her own 'puppet'. I heard that the magical Murphy specially formed a hunting team. Kill her faction.

At present, except for the Kingdom of Castile, all the puppets and followers set up in other places have been slaughtered.

I have enough reasons to calculate that the next move of the ruthless hunter is to go to the birthplace of the Witch Cult and completely strangle our miserable old friend in the forest kingdom of the elves. She will become the first of us to be killed. Eliminate the boss.

The most frightening thing is that she has unilaterally cut off contact with us.

It seems that she is planning to put everything on the line and risk everything to fulfill her stupid ambition.

I have said a long time ago, Chief Monk, that Yuan's twisted attachment to Grand Duke Tris is her most terrifying weakness, and now, this weakness has been discovered and may be exploited at any time to give her a real fatal blow.

The Witch Cult has become our negative asset!

Especially after the Church of the Dead Moon officially settled in the ruins of Xiko City and gradually seized control there, the source can no longer be more helpful to our cause.

She should be put on the chessboard to at least help us attract some attention.

Otherwise, no matter what we plan to do in the Old World, Mr. Murphy, who is sitting on the scepter of God, will not make it easy for us. "

"You will die if you show your head. In fact, you will die if you don't show your head. As long as the other party smells it."

The slave owner leaning against the bulkhead was playing with a butterfly knife in the dark. He shook his head and said:

"The power of God's scepter is currently inexplicable, and Murphy is a hunter. At this time, he has drawn his bow, waiting for us to show our flaws and then usher in the purifying wrath from the sky. I don't know what that means. How many more times can the weapon be fired?

But I guess there might still be enough left to give each of us one.

We are an organization hidden in the shadows of the world. Stealth is our code and our self-protection. The moment we are pulled out of the shadows, we lose all our advantages.

We cannot fight Murphy and his growing legion of supporters under the sun.

That's not our place. "

"Well, the classic defense mechanism, like the body's immune system, secretes white blood cells when it detects the presence of germs. Unfortunately, we are the germs in His eyes."

The chief monk shook his head in the cabin and said:

“The moment the Alpha Plan left behind by the Creator was launched, our actions were already discovered. It was our biggest mistake to fail to immediately find Murphy among all living beings and disrupt the activities of foreign heroes in this world.

It is impossible to save it now.

It turns out that His eyes have never left this world. However, this game of competing with God is so fascinating. I guess even the omnipotent Creator and the outstanding spokespersons He personally selected can only a pair of eyes.

He cannot focus on two battlefields at the same time.

So, just put the pieces in the right place.

Slave owners, use our hidden power in the old continent to fully support the activities of our Source Sisters in the Kingdom of Castile. Maybe she can bring us a surprise. After all, Mr. Murphy is a young man, and one of his My whole heart goes to Mrs. Tracey.

A powerful enemy isn't scary, especially when he has such obvious weaknesses.

Perhaps Sister Yuan will really give us a surprise. "

"Okay, I will return through the astral tunnel and complete your instructions."

The slave owner who was assigned the task nodded, turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the cabin.

The chief monk and the scholar who stayed here maintained silence in a quiet tacit understanding. It was not until they confirmed that the slave owner had left that the scholar closed the wooden box at hand and turned back to the chief monk:

"Only Yuan's actions are not safe. Her twisted mind is the most unstable factor. I think we should also prepare another 'insurance' for the magical Murphy.

The vampires' holy blood seal is about to be sealed.

That is an excellent opportunity. Not only can we deal with Murphy, but we can also eliminate the troublesome Lord Paying. After I help you unlock this thing, I will return to the Life Greenhouse to prepare, but I need the Countess. 's help.

And, you have to be prepared to lose us at the same time.

Murphy is so evil, I'm not completely sure I can deal with him for you. "

"My friend, do you know what you are talking about?"

The chief monk said in a serious tone:

"You plan to turn yourself into a chess piece and put it on the chessboard."

"Haha, this is essentially the endgame of the struggle between the Creator and Original Sin. Each chess piece has its own position and the responsibilities that must be fulfilled.

But all this has been predicted by skilled chess players, and the Creator left behind Alpha, which was a magical move. You also need a chess piece that does not exist on the chessboard to play this game. "

Academics don’t care.

He said calmly in the cabin:

"You know, my pursuit is not consistent with your simple ideal of shaping the twilight moment. I just want to complete the established great recovery. It is better to splash ink on a blank drawing paper than to paint this messy picture today. Repair and repair.

You long for the quiet beauty of dusk, and I want more.

Only when the future you shape for this world comes, can I realize my ideal. It is a burning fire, and if you want it to start a prairie fire, you have to put fuel into it.

So this time, I'm going to press myself into the barrel of the gun. "

"My friend, you are always the bravest among us."

The chief monk half-knelt on the ground so that his eyes were level with the scholar's. He sincerely lowered his head and kissed the ring on the scholar's raised left hand, and whispered:

“I promise you, everything we want to see will come true!

This miserable world will be cleansed of its original sins, and will thrive and start again in the warm cradle of death night. Everything shameful left by the invaders of the Creator will be cleared away. We don’t need the mercy of the invaders, we can still face the stars. test.

Now, I want to ask you to help me crack the firewall of this great think tank in the shortest possible time, at least before the Sentinel Legion dispatches soldiers from the subspace battlefield to rescue her.

I need to get the highest authorization from the Sentinel Corps.

We must get it!

Those who are bound will eventually be free, those who are protected will eventually wake up, those who are disguised will eventually be broken, and those who are imprisoned will eventually wake up!

We need to unlock that lock and let us return to the warm swaddling clothes. "

"I got to work right away."

The scholar said seriously:

"But have you figured out the identity of the third decision-maker besides you and Paying when the Scepter of God was launched?"

"Who else could it be?"

The chief monk stood up and said sarcastically:

"There is no one else except 'Stealer' Widia. Don't worry, I will handle this problem, but even if I get Widia's assistance, I can't do anything big. After all, as long as Murphy arrives at the Creation Engine, All restrictions imposed by the Eden District Management Committee will be lifted.

He is just a dispensable guy.

But at this moment, it wouldn't be a bad thing to have one more collaborator. The Countess would be freed from the cumbersome affairs of the New Federation, and she could go to the Old World to relax and unwind. "

"With all due respect, the Countess has serious psychological problems just like Yuan."

The scholar whispered:

"You keep an eye on her, otherwise she will definitely give you a 'surprise' at some point."

"She is a poor creature shaped by fate, just like us."

The chief monk shook his head and said:

"We poor people who hug each other for warmth should stop killing each other. Under the strong oppression brought by the magical Mr. Murphy, we must unite as one to get to the end."

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"Mayor Pat, these are the new weapons we brought, they are all top quality!"

On the deck of this seven-island alliance merchant ship, a guy wearing a captain's uniform but unable to hide his pirate smell pointed at the strange wooden barrels placed on the deck and said to the Mediterranean mayor beside him:

"They are all forbidden things from the Tower of Rings. They are war plagues that can kill enemies and turn them into undead. It took us a long time to reproduce them.

I won’t hide it anymore. This thing was originally intended to be used against you. After all, your fleet suppressed us quite miserably. But if you can’t withstand the attack of those Garnot barbarians on land, we will The destruction of this small force is only a matter of time.

So, I leave it to you to use.

This batch is free, but you will have to pay more after that. "

"plague?"

Mayor Pat blinked.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but his gaze soon became fierce.

He said:

"Then please do more. If the New Federation cannot be saved, what's the point of asking for so much money? But this matter must be applied to the Chairman of the New Federation before a final decision can be made. You have to wait."

"Master! Urgent message!"

Before Mayor Pat could finish his words, his obedient Garnaut servant rushed to him and said:

"Something happened in the chairman's mansion. Aztec assassins sneaked in and assassinated our queen."

"The new federation has no queen, only the chairman, you idiot."

Mayor Pat roared angrily, turned around and rushed towards the shore.

But there was no pain and anger in his heart that he should have felt after the chairman was assassinated. Instead, he was filled with unspeakable joy.

Ha, that indifferent slut vampire is finally dead, and with his reputation in the New Federal Republic, he must be the next chairman. Well, he still has to do some activities, spend a lot of money to get votes and so on.

Hey, you have to taste the specialties of Dishui. Everything has to go through a process.