Chapter XV: The American Latin Republic and the Confederacy
"Contained objects are classified into seven sequences."
"From Sequence Seven, which is the most harmless, rated [safe], and whose manufacturing principles have been mastered by humans, to Sequence One, which is inaccessible and beyond the technical scope of the Foundation."
"Every first-sequence containment object has terrifying magic that can easily shake up a world war. Both the foundation and the splinter factions treat them as top secrets. So I think they are the final bomb in the game.
No one would want to reveal the bomb first unless they are forced to the point of no return..."
In a large abandoned reservoir on the outskirts.
Rayleigh Mausolas used his hands to protect his cheeks to block the air blasts that were bombarding him from the front. His voice was intermittent, and his biochemically modified eye masks were a little astringent.
The face of this D-level investigator from the Stonemasons instinctively showed awe. At the center of the air mass explosion, in the chaotic storm that looked like an ocean vortex, there was only a young and excessive man shaking his fists.
Just a simple straight punch.
The most naked and primitive violence explodes from the human body. The force of the fist can easily penetrate the steel and press the air. When the five fingers are brought together, the destructive power like thunder is poured out at will.
Heavy reaction force seemed to be everywhere, and the shock wave formed by the air flow rushed in all directions, submerging everything in vibration and impact.
All of a sudden.
All you can see is the sound of wind in the dark sky...
"So, you masons will have the first sequence of containment objects?"
Not long after, the continuous atmospheric sound suddenly stopped.
After finishing his daily warm-up activities, in the white and whistling air waves, Bai Shu stopped punching his body and looked towards Lei Li.
The high-speed rotating cutting airflow was sharper than the blade, but these scattered gases fell on him and turned into a gentle breeze.
Bai Zhu lowered his head and patted his stiff legs. The wheelchair swayed and was lifted up by the rising airflow:
"Rayleigh, I asked you to infiltrate the Masons to investigate, and this is the result?"
Regardless of strength, speed, flexibility, neurological reflexes, dodge, or physical strength, self-healing, mental and endurance.
The "Seven Mysteries of Usias" that I practiced half a month ago has lifted my entire body to an inhuman level.
So before finding the sustenance of this world, Baizhu vented all his energy on his own body.
He used this suburban reservoir as a training ground to conduct various strength and speed trainings. While his physical fitness was being cruelly squeezed and consumed, the potential in Ashur Adenpolo's body was also abruptly unleashed.
, became the nourishment for growing the Seven Arcane Books...
"My lord, I have brought you new information."
The air flow descended from a high place, and Rayleigh quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the overly young and even weak figure in the wheelchair.
"What?"
"The new Grand Master of the Masons, Penskeshin Vadra."
Rayleigh knelt on one knee on the ravaged ground, looking at the shadow of Baizhu in the sun with feverish eyes, looking at his god: "Five hours ago, he issued an announcement to all the people in the world that the Masons would restart the ancient
The Bacchus sacrifice, this time the sacrifice location is Mount Bolton in the United States of America."
"Bolton Hill?"
Bai Shu thought for a while: "Is it the famous tourist mountain range that is often shown on TV?"
After the Great Schism broke out due to unknown reasons.
The overall position of mankind in this world is divided into two factions...namely, the [Foundation] and the large and small organizations and gatherings collectively known as [Split Sects].
The Foundation established the [American Republic], and controlled this super-large country that occupied 65% of the world's land, both openly and secretly. On the other side of the sea, the separatist sect also established an organization called the [Southern Confederacy]
, to compete with the Republic of America.
As a separatist sect, the Masons are also a member of the Confederacy.
According to Reilly's description, the headquarters of the Masons is on the other side of the sea in a small country called Qatar. The successive master masons of the Masons will also be crowned as the monarch of this small country and become the sole ruler.
Unlike the Republic of America, which maintains at least apparent calm, the Confederacy has been a bloody black land since its founding.
Witchcraft, magic, guns, swords, conflicts with the Foundation or civil wars between splinter sects.
The weak are swallowed up by the strong, and the strong are swallowed up by the stronger.
A peaceful life is a luxury from the beginning.
Maybe it never existed...
"The master craftsmen of the Confederacy are coming to the Republic of America..." Bai Zhu smiled: "The Foundation and the separatist sect are going to start again?"
Rayleigh remained in a half-kneeling position and laughed in agreement.
As the first beings in the new creation, whether they are Olawn, Gabu, Lolotu or Cesantus, they are all imperfect creations of the Druids.
Their bloodline has been planted with the secret for generations. Although the druids gained the absolute loyalty of these beings, they also gained an absolutely barren future.
As long as the Druids' security key is cracked, any life form or any species can easily enslave groups such as Oraun and Gabu.
Even though the one who gave the order was a paramecium, the one who received the order was a terrifying behemoth whose body spanned several galaxies.
This kind of order is also absolute——
"Leak, go higher in the Masons, and continue to carry out the last order I gave you."
Bai Zhu waved his hand:
"Find out those people who have been transformed by the blood of Olawn, Gabu, and Luoluotu, and bring them to me. It will get better and better."
Rayleigh lowered his head again and accepted the order, but there was still a hint of hesitation on his face.
"how?"
"My lord, do you want to fight the Grand Master? Or the Foundation?" Even though he dedicated all his mind to Bai Shu, Rayleigh's mind was still clear: "The anger that has been suppressed for thousands of years is destined to make people angry.
People bleed.”
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
A smile appeared on Bai Zhu's lips:
"I have always been curious about the energy level of this world. If I have the opportunity, why not give it a try."
Rayleigh wanted to say something more, but the boy in front of him had disappeared.
An empty arc flashed vaguely in the distant sky. Bai Shu controlled the airflow to leave at an alarming speed, but the sound still sounded like thunder in Lei Li's mind.
"Remember to tidy up."
He lowered his head.
The ground was covered with broken cement and steel slag the size of a human head, surrounded by deep and shallow pits. The large ones were the size of fish ponds, while the small ones were enough for Leili to bury himself in.
"..."
Rayleigh looked at all this in distress, and then silently opened his mouth.
chanted in a low syllable.
A light appeared in his throat.
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The dust, soil, turf and mist were all squeezed together by the huge force. Bai Shu was sitting in a wheelchair, his will driving the violent airflow, like a white dragon flying at low altitude.
After being promoted to level five of the First Upanishad, the instinct of Fermor's blood gave him partial ability to control water and gas.
There was a crackling static electricity flashing before his eyes, and the sharp, high-speed flowing air flowed around his body docilely. Before entering the urban area of Blanc City, Bai Zhu took the initiative to slow down, and then quietly passed through the gate of the orphanage.
In the small garden.
Anton and Mia were happily playing with a rubber ball. Next to them, there was Baizhu in a wheelchair, watching quietly.
Bai Shu gently snapped his fingers, and the bubble composed of [Real Illusion] disappeared.
"Want to play together?"
There was a voice coming from behind.
Anton turned around blankly and found that Baizhu, who was originally on the left side, had moved to his right side at some point.
"Okay! Okay!"
He scratched his head, didn't think much, and soon laughed happily.
"Brother Assyria! Take it!"
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The bright yellow antique sports car drove slowly along the mountain road, and the old jazz music that was popular in the last century was playing on the speakers. The background sounded like the wind blowing through the hillside full of flowers in summer.
"Are you going to kill him, the great master craftsman? At Bolton Hill?"
The woman in the co-pilot held up the goblet and shook it lazily.
Wearing a tight red leather jacket, she made no secret of her hot figure, and her breasts and legs were as gorgeous as a knife.
"You can't defeat the Grand Master of the Masons, because he brought the [Spear of Dionysus], and the monks of the Silver Mystery will save him."
The man in the driver's seat looked blank and answered solemnly.
"Hey! Isn't it the [Spear of Dionysus]? Don't we also have a sequence one container?"
"The first one is that we currently do not have the authority to use the Sequence One contained objects, even if we are glorious nobles. The second one is..."
The man said: "The [Twenty-eight Council] will never approve it. They will not and will never let Sequence One leave their sight."
"Damn it!" the woman cursed.
The sports car continued to drive slowly on the mountain road, going uphill unhurriedly, downhill unhurriedly, and then turning unhurriedly.
The sunshine is very good today, and the waist-deep bushes on both sides of the mountain road are exposed to a pleasant fragrance. It is lazy and warm, making people want to squint their eyes and not care about anything, just feel comfortable and have a good sleep.
One sleep.
"Mark and Carl Howard's dog are in New Jersey. They are going to Bolton Mountain together." Slowly turning a small corner, the man in the driver's seat suddenly spoke.
"Aren't they in charge of the Ilyich Orphanage?"
"Just visiting."
"oh……"
The woman responded in a long voice, but neither of them spoke again.
The mountain road was very quiet. Except for the sound of the wind, everything was completely quiet. It was as if everyone had fallen asleep under the lazy sunshine at noon. Even the weeds that swayed all year round in the bushes and the small animals in the weeds also fell asleep.
"William."
In the quiet sunshine, the woman turned her head: "After this battle, are you going to go to the hotel at the foot of Bolton Mountain to soak in the hot springs? There is delicious wine there."
"Delicious?"
"Um."
William, the man in the driver's seat, slightly twitched his lips and smiled secretly.
"Okay." He slowly climbed up a slope and replied.
Thousands of miles of sunshine shines on everything under the clouds. Not far from the mountain road, the white sails on the sea are looming.
It's the end of May.
There are still one month and thirteen days left until the best season of the year.
