This is a special organization specially established to fight against the powerful monks from the main world. In just ten years, it has become the center of power in the puppet ancestral world.
Under strong pressure, the previous discord with each other was temporarily suppressed, and power was highly concentrated.
This day.
The highest alarm suddenly sounded.
The spiritual projections of thirteen institute directors who stand at the top of the world's power gathered together.
In the huge conference hall, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
"He is back."
"are you sure?"
"Reports from the front line indicate that the realm of mist is expanding, and some people claim to have personally seen a man in white who calls himself the Lord of the Lost."
"Where's that guy?"
"Brought it."
Captain Jia stood in the center of the venue, his head lowered in awe, not daring to look up at anyone.
Everyone present, to him, is a big figure who only exists in legends, and everyone can easily decide his life or death.
"Have you met the Lost Lord?"
"Yes, it is."
Captain Jia's voice was trembling. His long-term awe for the Supreme Council made him more nervous than if he were venturing into the realm of mist.
"What did he say?"
"He said he was here again, and this time he hoped to receive a warm reception from the Supreme Council."
The air suddenly became silent.
The next moment, anger erupted like a volcano.
"Arrogant!"
"Has he forgotten how we beat him out ten years ago?"
"We could win ten years ago, and we can still win ten years later!"
"This is a declaration of war!"
"We should no longer have illusions. No matter how heavy the price is, we still have to protect our world!"
Captain Jia's head was covered in cold sweat, and his back was already wet.
Even if it was just the pressure spread invisibly by the big shots, it was not something that a second-level puppet fighter like him could withstand.
Fortunately, someone immediately remembered him.
"Your information is very useful. I will record you as a second-class meritorious service. Come on down."
"Thank you, committee members!"
Captain Jia's mood immediately brightened, and his longing for the future overcame the tension and fear in his heart.
A second-level great achievement, the rewarded resources plus his own accumulation over the years, are enough for him to break through to the third-level puppet fighter in a short time.
And if you give him credit, he probably won't be silenced.
After all, he still can't figure out the identity of the man in white he saw in the Mist Realm, so he has been wandering around in vain for so many years.
That is why, in order to prevent panic from spreading, silence is a cheap and effective method.
When Captain Jia withdrew, the tense atmosphere fell into silence again.
"Can you really win?"
A committee member who looked slightly younger said in a harsh voice.
There was a hint of fear in his voice that even he couldn't detect.
Ten years ago, his teacher, who was like a god in his heart, died in that war.
And it was precisely because he took over the teacher's position that he could sit in this position above ten thousand people not long after becoming a fifth-level puppet fighter.
"You have to fight to know."
"His contempt is our best opportunity. Ten years ago, we were able to seize the opportunity and hurt him, leaving him unable to expand.
Ten years later, we are much stronger than before.
This time, there is no reason for us to lose."
"What do the ancient puppet tribe say?"
"At this time, they should stop clinging to our hatred of each other. We have a common enemy."
"They want us to agree to a condition."
"What?"
"Hand over the fire."
"Haha, they have a good plan.
Our ancestors worked hard to control fire for us.
All our most important technologies are developed based on fire. If we hand over fire, even if we defeat the Lost Lord again today, sooner or later we will become a vassal of the puppet clan again."
"But if we don't agree, they may directly cooperate with the Lost Lord. After all, don't forget that the Lost Lord came because of the rock giant.
They are of the same race."
"The importance of the fire cannot be overstated. No one except the Supreme Council can get involved in the fire."
"Their courage has been defeated by us over the years, and they will not make decisions so easily."
The president, who was sitting at the main seat, rubbed his brows with a look of fatigue on his face, setting the tone.
Then he asked the president's secretary on the side.
"What did the intelligence team say?"
"After fighting for so long, we still don't even understand the purpose of the Lost Lord. His actions don't seem to be just to avenge the rock giant."
"Insufficient information makes it impossible to draw specific conclusions. However, some inferences about the Lost Lord have been sent to you."
Everyone started to read the inference report that the intelligence team had been working on for ten years.
"Revenge? Destroy the world? Capture slaves? Develop resources..."
Each inference is given the intelligence sources referenced by the intelligence team, and they all seem to be somewhat reasonable.
But it makes sense but it doesn’t make sense.
"Are the god-transformation monks in the upper realm so powerful, or are we on the wrong path for so many years?"
Suddenly someone closed the report and muttered to himself.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. In terms of power, a lost lord is a god, which is equivalent to a fifth-level puppet fighter.
The result was a war ten years ago.
The opponent was alone, and our own side came out with thirteen fifth-level puppet fighters, fifteen super-large puppet battle beasts, and millions of low- and mid-level puppet fighters. They were confident that they could conquer the power of the main world, but they were at a disadvantage.
.
That was a fighting style they had never experienced before.
Each of the super-large puppet war beasts lost their fighting power, and each of the puppet fighters lost contact with their puppet partners. They were completely enveloped in the fog and lost their traces.
"First stabilize the ancient puppet clan and prevent them from intervening in the battle, and then..."
The president took a deep breath and said word by word:
"Start the final plan!"
"We need stronger power."
The venue fell silent again.
Obviously everyone understands what the ultimate plan is and what the risks of this plan are.
But after a brief calm, there was a unanimous voice of approval.
"Suzaku Research Institute seconded the proposal!"
"Yinglong Research Institute seconded the proposal!"
"The Xuanwu Research Institute seconded the proposal!"
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
…
Soaring Snake Province.
This province is adjacent to the Golden Crow Province, which is now the Mist Realm.
So the fog naturally spreads here.
People here experienced this kind of scene ten years ago.
That time, the coalition forces from the Supreme Council tore apart the fog and brought life and light back to them.
So if the same situation happens again, people here are no longer as panicked as they were the first time.
They believe in the Supreme Council.
Even some naughty children yelled at the thick fog outside, surprised by seeing this strange celestial phenomenon for the first time.
The proper order is still maintained here.
Fang Chang likes order.
In the city, Fang Chang walked on the streets and felt the unique vitality of the world for the first time.
While most secret worlds are infinitely converging on the social model of the main world, the puppet ancestral world has developed a different model due to its own special environment and special humanistic background.
This place is somewhat similar to the previous life in Fang Chang's memory.
In fact, as long as the highest institution is a top research institute, rather than some aristocratic family, the sect can feel something.
Although the social status of people is different due to the emergence of extraordinary power, nominally, everyone's personality is equal.
The reason is that the profession of puppet fighter gives everyone the opportunity to become a practitioner.
Even ordinary people with low qualifications have the opportunity to create miracles.
Of course, even if most people spend their life's savings, they can only get the most ordinary puppet prototype, and they cannot even become a first-level puppet fighter.
You may even have to spend the rest of your life paying off your debt.
Although they are all being exploited, it is obviously more civilized here.
"Hey, hey, the fog is coming. Why are you still wandering around in the street? Hurry up and go home."
A patrolman from the Yamen shouted impatiently to Fang Chang.
Many of them had fear on their faces, but they still stood firm at their posts.
Fang Chang was stunned for a moment and said:
"Don't worry, as long as you don't leave the city, the fog won't hurt you."
"You said it's okay, then it's okay?"
The policeman who spoke was about to step forward and teach the person who was causing trouble to them a lesson when a colleague behind him pulled him.
"Brother Ming, something is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Look at how he's dressed, he doesn't look like a normal person. He's so hard to talk to. Damn it, we've said everything we need to say, or we'd better just leave it alone."
The colleague whispered.
The patrolman stopped and nodded seriously.
"What you said makes sense."
"Hey, you go home early and don't wander around. If something happens, we have to come back to collect your body."
The group of people left in a hurry and continued patrolling the streets.
Fang Chang knocked on the door of a roadside noodle shop.
"We have guests arriving."
"Sorry, we are closed."
The shop owner is an old man in his sixties, holding his eight-year-old granddaughter and a trembling white dog at his feet.
Fang Chang could tell at a glance that the little white dog was a puppet beast, but judging from the style and wear and tear, it was already very old.
I don’t know if I bought it second-hand or if it was the store’s puppet partner when I was young.
But looking at its appearance, you can tell that the store owner has not become a puppet fighter.
Fang Chang placed a sparkling high-grade spiritual stone on the table.
"I gave you the money."
The shop owner glanced at the spirit stone and couldn't help but breathe heavily.
As a man who once aspired to become a puppet fighter, how could he not recognize that this was a precious spiritual stone, and it was also a high-grade spiritual stone.
At first, he worked all his life to pay off his debts just for this little white thing that was worth a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. When he was old, he opened this noodle shop to earn some pocket money for his granddaughter.
Now a high-grade spiritual stone is placed in front of you.
With this spiritual stone, his children no longer have to work outside the home, and his granddaughter can afford to attend the best puppet fighter academy and buy a puppet partner that best suits her.
But after hesitating for a moment, the shop owner still said honestly:
"You have given me too much. Even if I give you all the shops, it will not be enough."
"I just want a bowl of noodles."
Fang Chang found a seat at the door and sat down, throwing the spirit stone into the owner's arms.
"Then, guest, wait a moment, I'll do it right away."
The shopkeeper carefully asked his granddaughter not to disturb the customers and hurried into the kitchen.
He is not worried about his granddaughter. Someone who can give so many spiritual stones for a bowl of noodles still looks down upon his precious granddaughter.
The granddaughter of the shop owner looked at Fang Chang timidly. When Fang Chang looked at him, she quickly showed a shy and flattering smile.
Fang Chang smiled back.
This made the little girl bolder.
Suddenly a burst of footsteps came from outside.
Da da!!
The little girl was startled and shrank back into the corner with the little white dog in her arms.
A man covered in black robe walked into the door.
The little girl carefully saw that under the black robe was a pair of feet that were several times larger than the average person. They were without shoes and looked like stones.
"It seems that you have done well since returning home these ten years, thank you for the hard work."
Fang Chang took out two chopsticks from the chopstick holder, poured out tea and washed them.
Although with his current physique, it is okay to eat poison as seasoning, but the ritual of washing chopsticks during meals must not be missing.
The man in black robe opened his robe, revealing a stone head with a simple and honest smile on his face. It was none other than the stone man Shi Lei.
"It's not hard to do things for the city lord."
The little girl screamed in surprise.
"What happened?"
The shopkeeper, wearing a white apron and with flour on his hands, hurried out of the kitchen.
When he saw another customer coming into the store, a high-level puppet, he immediately froze, not knowing what to do.
He had only heard of this kind of talking puppet when he paid to attend classes at the Puppet Fighter Academy when he was young.
"I haven't put my hat on yet, I'm scaring the kids."
Fang Chang smiled at the shopkeeper: "I'm sorry, my friend looks a little strange, please give us another bowl of noodles."
The shopkeeper came to his senses, nodded quickly and said:
"No problem, no problem."
He quickly carried the little girl into the kitchen together, for fear of disturbing the big man's conversation.
Shi Lei continued to put on his hood to cover his head.
"The puppet clan here has reached a strange symbiotic relationship with the Supreme Council.
Their new tribesmen completely rely on the fire controlled by the Supreme Council. They are worried that the Supreme Council will extinguish the fire at the last moment, resulting in the puppet tribe being unable to give birth to new tribesmen in the future.
So my attitude was very hesitant.
Even if I add Lei Huan, I can't change their will.
But after all, I am one of the ancestors of the puppet clan. Over the past ten years, some of the puppet clan have been moving closer to me.
As long as the Lord of the City gives the order, I can lead them here."
Fang Chang was stunned for a moment and asked:
"When did I ask you to instigate rebellion against the puppet clan here?"
Shi Lei smiled sheepishly: "Lord City Lord, don't you always teach us that we should use our subjective initiative to deal with the needs of Lord City Lord?
I thought the city lord might need it, so I did it."
Fang Chang was silent for a moment and extended his thumb towards Shi Lei.
"Okay, it seems that you really listened to what I said, but this time you guessed wrong. All I need is to find the puppet clan's current lair.
But you can win over some people first and save me a lot of trouble."
He was just going to have a snack before dinner.
It’s not that he looks down on people, the local puppet clan here, under the suppression of the Supreme Council, have either become the research subjects of a certain research institute like Jinglei Fang.
Or they are just lingering in the darkness, relying on the trump card that the ancestor of the puppet clan may have left to intimidate the Supreme Council.
Therefore, the strength cannot be very strong, and it is just suitable for his warm-up.
Presumably they will also be willing to dedicate some of their strength to the liberation of the puppet clan.
As for those who are unwilling, He will make them willing.
Hearing that there was no movement in the store, I guess the conversation was almost over. The store owner came out with two bowls of fresh noodles.
"The shop doesn't have any precious ingredients, it only has beef noodles. Please don't dislike it."
Fang Chang took the noodle bowl, and the unique fragrance wafted out. He smiled and said:
"Very good."
"By the way, just close your doors and close your business these days. It won't take long for the place to be peaceful again."
Seeing that the store wanted to return it to the kitchen, Fang Chang added another sentence.
