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Seeing the outer god leave the manor, the real creator thought for a moment and called Medic with the oracle.

The leisurely Red Angel entered the office with half an unsmoked cigarette in his hand. After coming in, he handed over one:

"Lord, are you looking for me?"

The real Creator almost took it. Considering his current image and majesty, He gestured with his eyes, and Medici placed the cigarette on the desk in front of him.

"sit."

"Will the Iron Blood Cross start praying to you?"

Medic moved the chair closer to the desk, took a sip of cigarettes, and rarely sprayed it on anyone's face with a rare innocence: "It's already started."

"Tony Don is a vanguard who is suitable for being a pioneer. Although he is young, he is as old-fashioned as a knight in the previous era. As long as he treats glory and praise as carrots, he will rush forward. His personal soldiers are also young men who treat war as glory, yearning for heroic sacrifice and fame in history. Who in the hunter path now has a better record than the 'God of War'? It is not difficult to impress them."

"Their leader, Gaston Raymond, was an excellent conspirator. When Tony Donn and his friends obeyed me, Gaston Raymond immediately expressed his loyalty to me. He was even one sequence higher than me at that time... Lord, I want to teach this self-righteous boy a lesson. When will you allow me to return to Sequence One?"

The real creator replied: "It's not the time."

His riddle man seemed to be suddenly triggered, but the real Creator endured for a while and explained one more sentence.

"You are in a state that is difficult to deal with the spiritual imprint in that extraordinary nature."

Medic immediately understood: "Alistan is still screaming in the spiritual imprint?"

“Not only that.”

"The sequence in your hand is not mine either?" Medici thought for two seconds, "Oh, too, since the fifth century, the only senior members of the hunter's path are the Soren family of Intis. Which one is Soren's?"

One third of the Red Evil Spirit... But obviously Medic accounts for a higher proportion of the Red Evil Spirit, that is one half.

One-half Medici, while fighting against Alista's spiritual imprint, it is indeed not easy for Sauron, who has a higher degree of mental suppression and his own characteristics.

In dealing with Medic, Sauron and Einhorn, who are old colleagues, are obviously on the same front. Maybe if you are not careful, the relationship between them will become one-third, and the cooperation between the two can suppress Medic. Even further, Sauron successfully replaced Medic's dominance, and Medic was locked on his right face and could only leave the country with one mouth.

In front of the real Creator, neither conquerors appeared, but Medici clearly felt Sauron's gloating mood.

He decided to disgust Soren: "Lord, don't worry about the spiritual imprint, because His ancestors were afraid of Alistar and would die. Maybe the spiritual imprint of the Soren family in this characteristic would have long been destroyed."

Sauron began to passionately greet Alistar's ancestors for the eighteen generations, and the real creator did not answer this:

"...When my power returns to the level of the Angel King, or sequence one, you can try to separate you."

"I'm back to the demigod now."

Sauron's voice came to an abrupt end. Medic's mind was quiet.

Medici's malicious smile widened: "Lord, don't separate them, just destroy them! It's really annoying that the two flies are buzzing. I have been listening for almost two thousand years, and I don't want to listen for even a second. Okay, the Red Angel is merciful: What are the last words you two have?"

"I'm sorry to hear such information," said Einhorn. "I will strive to die with you before that day comes."

"I'm still dreaming, let's try it."

Medic curled his lips indifferently and tried to press the cigarette butt that had not yet been extinguished into the mouth of his left face.

The real Creator looked at the red evil spirits and felt very fresh, and even teased: "I think this is also interesting. If possible, it is also a good way to make their spirits sealed."

"Forgive me to refuse." Sauron spoke, "The great Creator, I was once a heroic warrior in any case. Please give us the mercy of death because we were humiliated by madmen during our lifetime and still suffered all the hardships after death!" - He seemed to have accepted the result of his destruction without resistance.

Medic said unhappy: "You don't have anything to say here!"

"I will consider it." The real Creator and Medici, one with red face and the other with black face, replied in a good manner. "Medici has never been an acquaintance who has been with two thousand years. He always spares no effort to choke. Perhaps it is because you are all provocateurs, so they are highly resistant."

Medic, who was abruptly stinged by his Lord, stared wide in shock, and then he dragged his voice:

"Lord—"

"My Legion—My War Red—"

"Your loyal swords now lack the power to be loyal to you!"

The real Creator, calmly, immediately showed the look of Fors who was urged to write. He immediately stopped Medic from continuing to ask for funds and personnel to expand his arms, and said righteously:

"There will be a war bishop, a weather warrior, and a total of ten subordinates. This is already a very considerable vitality."

"What's more, there are nearly 100 low-sequence and well-trained ordinary soldiers, and the military and intelligence departments of various countries have installed spies. This is the limit that relatively neutral organizations can achieve, let alone you."

"I had at least one legion of warlock when attacking the dragon's Sky City!"

"Don't let the second era talk about it!"

"So you should prepare from now on!" Medici asked for military expenses with a wise tongue, kicked off the chair and stood up, "Lord, your strength has recovered so quickly. Perhaps the three hateful and timid betrayers will soon find out? At that time, we need to face the joint attack of three...at least two churches. Lord, please tell me clearly! The snake is still missing now, and even if it comes back, it cannot immediately become a reliable angel-level combat power. There are only two angel guards beside your god throne, and there are not even enough believers. How can it be considered safe!"

"The external gods don't count. The two angels I mentioned are I and the little devils named Raymond. Yes, you have to be careful of the external gods." Medic added.

Well, this makes sense, the real Creator has to admit that the power of the Aurora is comparable to a church, and if the eternal sun and storm join forces to strike, it will definitely be short of a short time.

At the same time, if you cannot cope with the church's team, the armed forces of hunters under your command will be exhausted and lose the ability to intervene in the upcoming war.

With Adam's ritual of becoming a god, coupled with the turmoil over the past few years, how could the real Creator not know what would happen!

The storm and the sun, their own survival is a major event of life and death for them. They will definitely do their best and even temporarily put aside their prejudices against each other. But the real Creator always feels that this is another reason why Medic wants to expand his armament - a high sequence determines the situation, and one Medic is enough to overturn countless extraordinary teams.

After all, even if you secretly recruit more people abroad in the name of the Iron Blood Cross, you will attract the attention of the church after you pull dozens and one hundred. The hunter's military power will only undergo qualitative changes after becoming an army and the legion will have. Dozens of more people are just a drop in the bucket.

The real Creator suddenly envied King Ruen, who could "openly" trade in population and plunder nearly 10,000 people to build a tomb for him.

If you can really plunder thousands of people at one time, you will achieve the ultimate kill.

Just one whisper can make them cry and turn their hearts and become believers of the real Creator from then on. I believe that I will be a devout believer for the rest of my life. Medic's Red War Reconstruction is a pity.

Regarding the expansion of the Aurora Society... It is the most smoothest between the grassroots and the lower classes who are in danger of conservatism. There is no difference between believing in evil gods and believing in righteous gods. There is no difference between being sacrificed and starving to death. Numbness and pain will not change. The middle class can also achieve results quickly through infiltration and pulling acquaintances into the group, but the price is that it cannot stay for a long time. After developing a group of people, it must change places immediately, otherwise it will be discovered soon.

There is no way. Normally, the mental state of the believers of the real Creator is abnormal, and they are often manifested in daily life frenzy and even despised their original beliefs, which is extremely easy to be exposed.

The rich class is the most difficult. Those who have a little money will maintain good relationships with the Orthodox Church, and the flow of money and faith is highly consistent.

Even if you really need to do business with Aurora, you will try to find ways to avoid participating in prayers and rituals.

In the old era, organizations that developed in this way were generally called pyramid schemes.

The biggest pyramid scheme leader on the dark side of the extraordinary world is deeply touched by the lack of manpower and a long way to go. The Aurora Society is so large, and rashly expanding will definitely cause suspicion. Moreover, once you try to be promoted to an angel, the three gods will inevitably feel that they will not be able to hide at that time.

Now we have just promoted to Sequence 4, but from the perspective of the efficiency of the transitional force, it will not be long.

"Medici, my loyal angel of war, I understand your concerns, I understand your desires."

The real Creator looked solemn and took out a document from the drawer in a solemn manner, and solemnly pushed it to Medic:

"This matter is related to the strength of the Aurora Association and how much effect the Iron Blood Cross can have in the future war that swept the Northern Continent. It is important, and the one who completes it must be you. Medic, now, I will hand over this task to you."

"My sword, you will conquer the earth again!"

Medic did not expect that the Lord did not delay but issued the oracle seriously this time. After a second of shock, he immediately changed into a serious and serious face. He picked up the documents on the table with his hands, fearing that the world would remain unshakable. From the moment he heard the "war sweeping across the Northern Continent", he burned into a wildfire. Finally, finally! This day finally came!

The file is only two thin pages, and the first page is a few huge words: confidential files.

Medic looked at the real creator, and the real creator nodded solemnly, so Medic turned to the next page.

"Personnel Appointment Letter"

In order to adapt to the needs of the development of the business strategy of the Iron Blood Cross under the new situation, it has been approved and decided to make new personnel appointments to the following personnel. This will be announced and the specific appointments are as follows:

The Red Angel was appointed as the head of the Human Resources Department of the Iron Blood Cross Society, and was fully responsible for the work.

...Maybe the Lord wants me to personally select talented soldiers? Medic slowly raised a question mark.

395

On Sunday evening, Fors, who had been at home for a week and had not left, waited around and came back with supper until he could not wait.

She guessed that Xiu was probably temporarily assigned a task by MINI No. 9, so she decided to go out for a walk, breathe fresh air, and get rid of her dinner at a nearby restaurant.

Some time ago, when she asked Xiu to run errands to MINI No. 9, she took a walk around King's Avenue and took a look at every house. Uninformed people like Xiu should not attract attention. Therefore, she learned that Villa No. 5 was empty and Mr. Edward Vaughn seemed to have moved away.

Hugh was a little strange when he mentioned this news, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, they had only met once. This was a great thing for Fors - she might no longer have to worry about being caught by the other party.

Forsi's heart finally landed: That's right, I was just a little person!

At the same time, this may also be a very bad thing - Mr. Edward left Beckland so suddenly, and the time point was cleverly around the smog. If he hadn't been on vacation, then... With the information from Mr. Fool, it would be hard for Fors, who had preconceived ideas, not to think so.

Forget it, no matter what, the matter is over. If the other party is really a big shot, he will not take me, a little ant seriously. If he wants to silence all the relevant people to hide his identity, it will be too troublesome... Fors put on his coat and boots, his scarf, and he will prepare to go outside for a walk.

After the heavy smog, the country has indeed increased its environmental protection and promoted the progress of anthracite. Many small companies producing anthracite immediately ushered in a large number of orders, and stocks in the environmentally friendly materials industry took off straight lines.

This brings a more intuitive benefit, that is, there is indeed less smog recently, and you can occasionally see blue sky, white clouds and stars in the city.

Therefore, Fors is also willing to go out for a walk and breathe a lot of air.

Leaving the apartment where she lived, closing the door, and going down the stairs. Walking out of the townhouse, Fors saw a man standing next to the telephone pole on the street opposite, looking at a thick book. She instinctively wanted to see the title of the book, but the man raised his head keenly and looked directly at her.

The moment her eyes met, Fors suddenly saw the other person's face clearly—dark brown hair, black eyes, tortoiseshell glasses and beard—Edward Vaughan! Her heart almost stopped beating, and she wanted to turn around and run away in a panic, but her body could no longer move.

Seeing her appearance, a playful smile appeared on the other party's face, which had no expression. Through the four or five meters of street, she clearly heard the other party's words appear directly in her mind:

"Miss Forth, why are you so scared?"

"Did he tell you my identity?"

Why is he? Mr. "The Fool" obviously should be... "He".

Immediately afterwards, Fors' mind suddenly turned blank. She felt her thoughts stagnant and her spirit was dazed. After a few seconds, she suddenly smiled and greeted the man with a familiarity:
To be continued...