Knight Claude Kidd, Camarilla Prince Clodar Vandro, and Demon Party Prince Uhtred Gilmitz. There are already sixteen demigods on this side alone——"
In the Abraham White House, the atmosphere in the President's Office was indeed extremely depressing, and a hurricane was forming in the low-pressure environment here.
"Bullshit Violet Family! Bullshit National Association of Progressives! Loren, this is the person you recommended to me AH? You bastard, you betrayed my trust!"
The President standing behind the desk completely lost his usual elegant demeanor and uttered a series of swear words in front of many staff here. The person he was angrily scolded was Loren Calderon, who currently serves as the White House Chief of Staff (White House
chief of staff).
This man was sitting in the corner, his eyebrows lowered, with an expression that was both annoyed, helpless, and extremely ashamed.
Everyone present showed no mercy. The chief of staff, who had only been in office for four months, had indeed caused them a big trouble.
"George Mattiola accepted the appointment of your special envoy obviously to facilitate his actions in Atlanta."
The person who said this immediately after Mr. President was Ms. Christie Blade, one of the White House magic advisors and vice president of the New World Magic Association.
"That person never wanted to mediate the dispute between the two Wildensteins and bring peace to Atlanta. The National Association of Progressives has their own purpose. They deliberately want to provoke this divine war -
—”
"Ms. Brad, now is not the time to pursue accountability."
National Security Advisor Jackson Richard interrupted Christie Blade's speech. This person looked calm and serious: "We have to solve the problem first, everyone. We only have ten minutes now. Otherwise, the entire city of Atlanta will be destroyed."
It was reduced to ruins, and at least twenty demigods started fighting over there, and the scale of this war even exceeded our expectations."
"So what do we do? Is there any way to stop them?"
The president put his hands on his desk and glanced at everyone here with oppressive eyes: "Everyone, we must come up with a way. Unless you want to see me impeached, or the Civic Party loses miserably in the next election.
!”
"We can command them into the dark world!"
The first person to come up with the idea was the Presidential Assistant and Cabinet Secretary of the White House Office, a man in a suit and tie, who was dressed extremely delicately: "I think the authority of Mr. President can achieve this. Unless the Violet family and Will
The Donstan family is willing to bear the wrath of you, Mr. President, and the entire Civic Party after the war, otherwise they will have to submit."
"Under normal circumstances, this is indeed a feasible strategy."
This is another White House magic advisor, executive director of the Magic Association, magician Torre de Oro. This man played with the pen in his hand with a smile in his eyes: "But the core of the problem now is the magic wolf Fenrir, the sky
Scepter. Why should Andre, who owns the 'Sky Scepter', be afraid of the government's retaliation? Concili did not dare to let the devil
Wolf Fenrir slipped away from under his nose. As for the Violet family and Philip I, they would never want to see this mythical weapon fall into the hands of lucky Andre. So I want to ask you, what should you do?
How do you let the demon wolf Fenrir die obediently and then take away the scepter that is the source of the disaster? Do you use the authority of the president?"
There was a deep silence in this oval office.
"Can you ask the gods to take action?"
This is Treasury Secretary Lawrence Rockefeller, who happened to be present at the meeting when he was reporting to the president: "As far as I know, several powerful gods, including several angel kings from the Church of Light, have the ability to prevent this war.
."
But many of the magic consultants present had deep frowns and solemn expressions. As the pinnacle of mortal power, they naturally did not want to see the power of the gods manifest in the world.
The magician Torre de Oro responded with a smile again: "The power of the gods can prevent this war, but will this lead to the beginning of the upcoming war of gods? Today, the Goddess of Liberty and the Goddess of Magic, naturally
The goddess and other powerful gods have their own priorities. As for asking the Bright Protestant Church for help - I guess the president is not willing to pay this price unless he has no choice. We may wait and see, maybe the Bright Protestant Church will not sit back and watch Atlanta.
A large number of believers died and actively summoned the King of Angels to come."
"Mr. President, the 'Treaty on the Separation of Humans and Gods' signed by magicians and gods at the Pantheon two thousand years ago, as well as the 'unparalleled connection between heaven and earth' in the Eastern world, are the cornerstones of the existence of this civilized world."
This is a white-haired old man wearing a magic robe. He is looking at the president and Lawrence Rockefeller who proposed this matter with majestic and warning eyes: "The magic associations of the new and old continents, and the Taoist sects in the East.
The sect will never allow anyone to destroy it! Once this treaty is broken, it will also be the beginning of disaster for mortals!"
"I understand! I understand!"
The president sighed, and then looked at the many staff present with hopeful eyes again: "Is there any other way, everyone? Two minutes have passed now. No matter who you are, as long as you have a way to prevent this disaster, please
Put it forward! The current situation, even if the cost is higher, is acceptable."
"I don't think there's anything we can do, Mr. President."
It was still National Security Advisor Jensen Richard: "Why don't we change our thinking. My idea is that since there is no way to stop it, let it end as soon as possible."
"End? This is a good idea."
The president couldn't help but murmured: "The question is, whose side should we stand?"
"Your Excellency, I suggest the National Association of Progressives!"
The originally dejected White House chief of staff intervened at the right time: "Although that bastard George Mattiola betrayed your trust, the strength and influence of the National Association of Progressives is well known! For the sake of Atlanta and the long-term peace and stability of America, I think
That lucky Andre shouldn't exist."
At this moment, everyone present, including the president, was slightly moved, their eyes showing deep thought.
"That's not a good choice."
The magician Torre de Oro spread his hands and looked at the elegant figure behind the desk: "Your Majesty the President, as your magic advisor, I must warn you. The National Association of Progressives is indeed very powerful and may even influence
It will affect your political life and your life after leaving office. But judging from the current battlefield situation, it would be a very stupid move for you to make this decision."
"Why do you say that?"
"Limited to these ten minutes, the force we can currently invest in Atlanta is limited, and it is not enough to change the situation of the battle. And the divination results I just gave me reason to believe that this battle will end within ten minutes."
Torre de Oro completely ignored the uproar in the Oval Office and said calmly: "Once the war ends with the victory of the Wildenstein family, your decision today, Mr. President, will cause your government to be extremely embarrassed.
situation."
"Fantasy! My point of view is exactly the opposite of yours. No matter how talented the Consulli ancestors are, they will never be able to defeat the National Association of Progressives and the Violet Family. Your inferences and divination are contrary to common sense, Mr. De Oro!
You should be ashamed of your half-baked astrology, how many things have you screwed up because of it?"
The President looked towards the source of the voice. It was his other White House adviser, the executive director of the Magic Association, and the magician Rajya Buckley.
Starting from this speech, arguments in the office broke out one after another.
"Supporting the Consulli grandparents? I really don't think this is a good idea. There will be another lawless supreme family in America. The hatred and war between them and the National Association of Progressives will also make our security agencies...
It’s very nerve-wracking.”
"But if George Mattiola's behavior is tolerated, then those supreme families and those superpowers will stand on the president's head and shit in the future. Mr. President, you still have four years in office."
"Don't forget that the Wildenstein family and the Rising Sun Group are important supporters of our Civic Party!"
"They also support the Conservative Party -"
"I think De Oro is right, look at the list on the other side, Consulley Wildenstein, Andre Lee Wildenstein, 'King of the Night' Delfinia, Robert
Yvonne, The Twins, Faust, Mark Targaryen, Franks of the Teutonic Cross, Caroline Chu
Cove, Victor Maxim, Alex Glanz, Douglas Duncan, Lot Linden, Byron Linden, Gudela - the strength of Consueli's grandparents and grandchildren, let's see
They are also very powerful. Even if we intervene, we may not be able to solve them in a very short time."
"It's incredible. The strength of the Wildenstein family is like blowing up a balloon."
"The key is Andre. If he cannot be killed, then this little guy who is less than twenty years old will become America's eternal enemy. With his top talent and divine power of life and death, he can easily gather a large number of people.
If an extraordinary person becomes the enemy of the country, it will be a nightmare for all of us!"
These arguments made the president feel dizzy for a while. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ms. Christie Blade's relaxed and calm demeanor, which was very different from the reactions of everyone in the office. He couldn't help but
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the magician: "Ms. Brad, you don't seem to care much about today's emergencies?"
——This is very puzzling considering that the lucky Andrei was about to become Bethel Estandin's student.
"It's not that I don't care, but I'm sure this war will end soon."
Christie Blade replied calmly: "Mr. President, I have a certain understanding of that junior's strength, and I have also conducted in-depth research on his character and acting style. That is by no means a mythical equipment.
The guy who pushed tens of millions of people into the abyss of death by any means necessary. But since he decided to do this, it means one thing!"
Christy Blade clasped his hands on his chest and spoke with confidence: "I think he should be confident enough to resolve the battle before causing large-scale casualties, even if his opponent is the National Association of Progressives. This is also my teacher
, the opinion of Mr. Bethel Estantin.”
The president frowned, looking dubious.
Everyone in the Oval Office also had expressions of disbelief, sneer, or suspicion.
The National Association of Progressives is a superpower that has existed for four hundred years. In Atlanta, it is also assisted by Philip I, a local snake and a real magician who can compete with Estantin.
So even Bethel Estantin can't convince everyone here.
As for Torre de Oro, the accuracy of his divination had been despised by everyone decades ago.
"If your Excellency, the President, is still unable to make a decision, then you might as well wait a little longer. Five minutes have passed now, everyone—"
National Security Advisor Jackson Richard sighed helplessly: "Of course, necessary work still needs to be done. I have asked the CIA, FBI, DHS and other departments to mobilize demigods to Atlanta. I also hope that the magicians here can complete it as soon as possible.
Use your magic portal to reach the battlefield as soon as possible before the situation worsens."
——He knew that although the eight magicians present were participating in discussions in this office, most of them were projections, which did not affect their completion of their respective ultra-long-distance space teleportation processes.
Only Christy Blade was actually present here, and he may have really believed that Concili's grandson was sure of victory over in Atlanta. This guy didn't even try to exert any influence on the president during the emergency meeting.
There is also Torre de Oro. Although this man's 'astrology' is notorious, he can be very effective sometimes.
——So will it be the same this time?
Jackson Richard frowned and looked at the magic projection in the center of the office. After contemplating for a moment, he made the worst plan.
If the situation continues to deteriorate, then they have no choice but to suppress one of them.
From the current point of view, choosing the National Association of Progressives is indeed the best choice, and they are willing to pay the price. But if we want to completely avoid all future troubles, we must not allow Andre Lee Wildenstein to
Continue to survive in this world——
But as time went by, Jackson Richard's eyes began to look uncertain.
On the battlefield in Atlanta, the power of Consulli and his grandson seemed to be gaining the upper hand.
He was not the only one who felt this way at this moment, the president sitting behind his desk also looked equally confused.
"This is Thomson Beo, the enemy of Death, and Uhtred Demacia, the lightning master? Why didn't the intelligence department report the information about these two people?"
Christie Blade also raised her eyelids in surprise, then she suppressed her emotions and took a sip of the half-cold coffee gracefully.
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As the debate rages on in Abraham's White House, the battle in Atlanta heats up.
The battle between Franks and Alexandra Howard broke out suddenly. The latter was very surprised after being attacked by a large cadre of the Teutonic Cross, but the flames he controlled still swept through in an instant
The whole street.
"I really didn't expect that there is such a big fish like you, Lambert Franks, hidden in our city of Atlanta. But it's good, this mythical weapon in your hand can be mine!"
Alexandra Howard gathered countless crimson thunderbolts into a sword, and suddenly struck at Franks' foothold. The latter seemed to dodge easily, and the clothes and skin on his right arm exploded.
, revealing an extremely strong metal arm. Around him, the flames rolled out in all directions, up to one meter away from him. Countless iron chains were sprayed out from nearby buildings.
, whipped towards the opposite side.
Franks' real professional level is only Legendary Level 3, but the "Molten Core", an ancient mythical weapon derived from the hill dwarves, allows him to master the divine power of "fire" and "iron" at the same time.
However, Alexandra Howard's ability obviously restrained him. The vast thunder and lightning spread up the chains and traced directly to the source. The dense thunder net left Franks with nowhere to escape.
The magic sword wrapped with red thunder and lightning made Franks' body tremble with every slash. If it weren't for the life force provided by Li Mochen, which was constantly repairing his body, most of Franks' body would have been scorched.
Until another purple thunder and lightning arrived in the sky. The majestic purple thunder far exceeded Alexandra Howard in both scale and intensity. The tomahawk hidden in the thunder could kill the enemy with just one blow.
The latter's body was thrown away and crashed through countless buildings until it crashed into a twenty-story building five hundred meters away.
Then the two figures flashed continuously and fought several times in space. Alexandra Howard was defeated and thrown away every time. In the end, she was bombarded by a 'Magic Particle Beam Cannon' from high in the air.
, and then got some breathing space. He looked forward with solemn eyes and hidden fear, and at the same time put away the thunder and lightning in the sky, replacing all the mana with blazing white flames.
"The Divine Power of Thunder! Uhtred Demacia! In other words, you are now Consulli's lackey, right?"
"I currently work for the Rising Sun Security Company, and I am considered a subordinate of Mr. Wildenstein Jr.!"
Uhtred Demacia's face was cold and his eyes were electric: "Mr. Franks, this guy's opponent is me! I think you can find other targets."
Lambert Franks, who had recovered from the injury just now, shrugged his shoulders and then walked away without any regrets.
——This Alexandra Howard is indeed an opponent that he cannot cope with. He has mastered the mythical weapon, although he also has demigod-level combat power, but he can easily be targeted. If it is the mythical weapon 'Molten Fire'
If it is the type that can suppress the heart, then the combat power he displays will be extremely powerful, but if it is the type that can restrain Franks who targets him, it will also be suppressed very powerfully.
The next opponent he was looking for was Clodar Vandro, the secret party prince who was fighting three kilometers away and trying to break Lot Linden's magic tower.
The latter not only possesses the agility and ice spells gifted by vampires, but is also a powerful vampire who possesses at least two kinds of divine power. He is undoubtedly the top existence among demigods. However, Lambert Franks' fire divine power
, is the type that is more restrained against vampires, and most of this person's power is also used to fight against Li Mochen's power of life and death.
There is also the wind blade cut by Robert Yvonne. This blood-eyed maid is now becoming more and more skillful in the battle with the high-ranking demigod berserker Koum Wilton. Even the latter has the power of power.
, and it is difficult to compete with it.
The composite divine authority's "Battle Wind" makes her combat power increase every moment. In just a few minutes, her power has been able to suppress Koum Wilton head-on. At the same time, she releases a large amount of
The wind blade covered the entire city of Atlanta.
In fact, everyone fighting in the city of Atlanta was definitely not fighting alone. Including these two berserkers, almost all the demigods were fighting hard and trying their best to spare time to try to provide help to their companions.
Especially the several magic mages in the sky. Their magic towers were continuously spitting out artillery fire, and even colliding with each other. However, various group spells continued to fall from the sky.
Franks alone has at least seven legendary and even semi-god-level powerful spells, including 'Group Extraordinary Physique', 'Group Extraordinary Agility', 'Group Extraordinary Thinking', 'Temporary Divine Body', etc. Let his body
The quality is almost close to that of a real demigod.
And just when Franks began to take over the battle with the secret secret party Prince Clodar Vandro, the fierce battle between the 'enemy of death' Thomson Beo and General George Mattiola gradually became more intense.
.
"That's not very smart of you, Beo! I guarantee that after this war, your name will be blacklisted by the National Association of Progressives."
"Haha! Blacklist, I'm so scared! If you have any guts, don't hire me again."
The weapon used by George Mattiola is a pair of long whips, which are wrapped with black light energy and filled with destructive power. All materials hit by him will be completely disintegrated.
Within twenty meters around him, there were black whip shadows, which were airtight and water could not penetrate.
But the figure in the red jumpsuit was like a fleeting shadow in the area covered by the destructive force, moving freely. The double swords in this person's hands were constantly moving at a frequency of thousands of times per second.
The slash pierced and pierced, sparking a large amount of sparks all over George Mattiola's body.
The latter did not use a long whip to fight, but stretched out six mechanical arms connected to his back from behind - each of the mechanical arms held a long knife, and the speed of the knife was actually as fast as the 'enemy of death' on the opposite side.
confrontation.
Only the two concepts of 'piercing' and 'sharpness' possessed by the latter made him invincible even if he held six god-like weapon-level knives. They were made of the toughest 'Doraph Alloy'
The alloy arms have been broken many times. However, the nano-repair devices built into these six alloy arms can always be restored in the shortest time.
Correspondingly, Thomson Beo's body was hit seven times in succession by the two black whips within one second, causing a large area of his body to be annihilated.
However, this 'enemy of death' still fought happily. His unparalleled resilience and divine power of life, under the increase of Li Mochen's divine power of life and death, seemed even more powerful, even 'perverted'.
And after a minute of fighting, this man even gave up his dodge and resistance and allowed his opponent to annihilate, annihilate, and annihilate his body again.
This made George Mattiola's face gradually turn pale.
"I want to know how much Conciuli offered you for Thomson Baio? I can give you three times the asking price right now!"
But Thomson Baio was unmoved, and instead sighed: "It's a pity, Mr. Mattiola. That guy didn't give me any reward this time, he used favors. This is very unfair, isn't it?"
It was an epic war between demigods, but in the end Beo, who only wanted money at the risk of his life, couldn't even get a penny."
George Mattiola's face was already covered with black lines: "Five billion gold shields! This battle, five billion gold shields! This can allow you to buy several pieces of mythical weapons."
However, what responded to him on the other side was a faster, sharper, and sharper sword shadow!