The call with the President was lackluster. The gentleman first exchanged views with Li Mochen on the current security situation in America, and warned the Wildenstein family not to take the initiative to escalate the situation. Then, the President implicitly advised Li Mochen to accept
The government mediates to stop the war with the National Association of Progressives.
However, after encountering several soft nails from Li Mochen, this person did not persist and shifted the topic to cooperation between the two parties. The two parties chatted on this aspect for a long time, and it was not until more than ten minutes that they hung up the phone.
According to the agreement negotiated by General George Mattiola, the party that voluntarily violates it will lose the government's "protection".
This 'protection' also includes personal property, so logically speaking, the president and the White House, as guarantors and supervisors, are obliged to help them transfer the property of Philip I, Alexandra Howard and others.
Perhaps because he was worried about the National Association of Progressives and his own safety, Mr. President did not directly agree to Li Mochen's request. This person did not discuss the matter in detail with Li Mochen on the phone. However, shortly after the two parties ended the call, there was a new one.
The call came to Li Mochen.
That was the presidential assistant and director of the Liaison Office, a middle-aged woman named Yvette. As we all know, this capable White House official is one of the president's closest and most capable assistants. There are even rumors that these two
There is an extraordinary close relationship between them.
Yvette almost fully agreed to Li Mochen's request, but the fee was higher. Afterwards, Li Mochen needed to transfer nearly 20 billion gold shields in cash to numerous foundations and dozens of overseas accounts.
Of course, these funds are not collected by the President alone, but are remuneration and activity funds given to an entire group including the President, several federal officials, and important officials of the Department of Justice and local courts.
Li Mochen is still willing to pay the money. With the help from the top level of the government, the resistance and future troubles for him to transfer the property will be much smaller.
In particular, the current president has been deeply involved in the legal system for many years and served as the Minister of Justice for eight years. He has deep connections and is trustworthy.
And late that night, just when Li Mochen finally finished handling these mundane affairs and was about to return to his magic tower to practice, the magical image of Bethel Estandine was projected directly in front of him.
"I guessed that you will be very busy these days, but I still decided to find you at this time. I also believe that you will like the good news from me more."
In the image, Estantin is sitting in the alchemy room, looking at the white bracelet in a transparent magic furnace in front of him: "I have completely analyzed the thing you sent. It is indeed made of the earthly python Jörmunga.
It is an embryo refined from the backbone of a blood descendant and is of extremely high rank. Its strength during life was comparable to that of a mid-level god and equivalent to the level of an ancient dragon. However, for some reason, it itself had great flaws.
."
"I speculate that this is due to breeding, and Anthony's investigation of the 'Conservation of Energy' Magic Tower not long ago also confirmed my judgment. Although it is unbelievable, Ron Edmond did raise a nearly
The pure-blooded mortal python then extracted his spine and refined it
He bought this artifact. He also added the blood dropped by the earthly python Jormungandr during the medieval god war era to make up for its defects. So you are very lucky, Andre. From this artifact
Judging from the artifacts, it only takes more than half a month to make it successfully——"
Li Mochen's face was solemn. He did not deny Estantin's statement that he was indeed lucky this time.
When he sent this thing over before, he had already sensed the three divine powers inside it - 'energy absorption', 'energy circulation' and 'energy conservation'.
None of these divine powers are too powerful individually. The divine powers in the bracelet are all elementary except for 'energy absorption'. But when they are combined together, they are very terrifying.
Not only is it a mythical weapon with a defensive power that exceeds that of the scarlet dragon armor, but its attack power is also very terrifying, and it will become stronger when it encounters a strong one.
Once this thing is completed, although it is not enough to change the outcome, it can make his side pay a huge price. And with this mythical weapon, Ron Edmond cannot be solved with one shot.
Therefore, he has to thank General George Mattiola. The war led by him brought the unprepared 'Energy Monarch' under his gun in advance.
"Since you said it is good news, that means that the next device embryo can be completed, right?"
"I can continue to complete it, but in terms of 'energy', there is still a big gap between me and the 'Energy Lord'. Fortunately, the main part of it has been completed, and I can barely deduce the peripheral magic energy array, but
Its ultimate power is definitely not as good as the original one designed by Ron Edmond."
Estantin raised his glasses and squinted at Li Mochen: "So I want to ask you, are you going to hand this thing over to me, or are you going to hire someone else to carry out the subsequent processes?"
"Of course it is you, Professor Estantin! There is a saying in the East that one thing does not bother two masters, and apart from you, I can't find any other wiser person."
Li Mochen thought to himself that he would only find someone else unless he was crazy. There were no great alchemists who were better than Bethel Estandine, but they were limited to the field of 'energy'. Except for the 'Energy Lord', that was
Estantin's attainments are the most profound, and this magician is almost omnipotent.
"Then go collect these materials!"
As Estandine spoke, a series of names of magic materials appeared in front of Li Mochen.
"Of course, I have most of them here, and I've marked them. If you can't find them outside, or don't plan to look for them, then you just need to pay. The money I'm talking about here,
It must be a soul gold coin. The gold shield is indeed guaranteed by the American government, but in the field of mythical materials and mythical equipment, they are not very useful."
Li Mochen took a cursory look and found that these materials required a total of one hundred and twenty soul gold coins.
He couldn't help but frown slightly and felt a headache. He had recently collected some soul gold coins that were spread from outside the territory, but the total number was only seven.
The current market price of soul gold coins in America is about 30 million gold coins each, and 120 gold coins is equivalent to 3.6 billion gold shields.
The problem is that these things have always been priceless and difficult to collect in large quantities in a short period of time. However, their prices are not that expensive because of this.
As far as Li Mochen knows, the Church of Light, the Church of Liberty, the Church of Magic Goddess, etc., release a large amount of soul gold coins every year. And those evil gods, or believers of devils and demons, only need to have a battle to make their 'lords'
A joyful blood sacrifice can also be rewarded with soul gold coins. Even a powerful magician like Estantin can make it himself if he is willing to spend time.
After all, this is not something too precious.
"Can!"
Li Mochen thought about this and had to ask Kang Xiuli for help.
As a powerful mage and the leader of a plutocrat, the latter must have a lot of soul gold coins in his hands. Even if this person doesn't, with Kang Xiuli's connections, he can help him mobilize them.
If that doesn't work, he can still ask his girlfriend for help.
"I will deliver the remaining materials and soul gold coins to you as soon as possible, but Professor Estandine, can you start work now and complete it as soon as possible?"
At this time, Li Mochen's eyes were shining: "It is very important to me, more important than you imagine. The value of this thing to me is not just a mythical weapon."
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On the outskirts of Houston, Texas, hundreds of bullets crisscrossed the air, and the roar of firearms, machine guns, rocket launchers, and recoilless rifles could be heard as far as twelve kilometers away.
On State Highway 35, dozens of armored police vehicles were speeding towards the scene of the incident.
Roderick, a member of Team 45 of Houston's SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) Fourth Action Group, was holding a Mamba 340 automatic rifle and sitting on one of the armored vehicles with a solemn expression.
"Don't be so nervous, rookie."
His nervous look made Little, the commander of the Fourth Action Group sitting next to him, laugh: "This is a war between the Adams family and the Wildenstein family, and it has little to do with us."
There was ridicule in his words, but also helplessness: "I can guarantee that when we need to rush to the scene, the war will be over. All we need to do is to finish it for them."
"Wildenstein?"
Rodrick's expression changed slightly: "The recent news said that they were one of the initiators of the Atlanta tragedy. I also heard that this family is already one of the supreme families, right?"
"What if?"
This is another black man cleaning his gun in an armored car: "They now dare to confront the Adams family. Do you know why this time? A freight train of the Wildenstein Transportation Company was robbed, and then they
Targeting the Adams family's transport fleet. Things like this have happened several times in the past few days, but it has not been reported in the news."
"It's really crazy. The Adams family is also the supreme family. Two of their ancestors became gods."
"There is a reason why the Wildenstein family dares to do this. They must have the power to compete with the Adams family -"
"I heard that they are not only at war with the Adams family, but also Onassis and Mattiola."
"To be precise, the entire National Association of Progressives. What is a miracle is that they are not at a disadvantage. At least in Texas, several of my friends in other action groups have also been
After experiencing such an incident, they said that most of the corpses at the scene belonged to the Adams family."
"Can you recognize it?"
"Of course, the Adams family members have special markings on their cuffs or collars——"
Just as everyone in the car was talking and talking, a female voice suddenly sounded from the radio station in the driver's seat: "Car No. 122, Car No. 122, can you get it?"
Do you hear me? Please stop going now, please stop going."
Squad leader Little raised his thick eyebrows slightly and took the walkie-talkie from the police officer sitting in the passenger seat: "This is car No. 122, this is Squad 45, you have heard us.
Will stop moving forward——"
At this time, several police armored vehicles in front of them had slowly stopped on the roadside.
As Little spoke, he looked at the sky ahead that was reddened by bullets and flames: "Can you tell me the reason? The situation over there looks very bad."
"Intelligence shows that the possible intervention of a powerful demigod in this shootout does not rule out the possibility."
The female voice explained with a wry smile: "What the director means is that you please try to keep a safe distance of twenty kilometers from the battlefield. If it is less than twenty kilometers, then stay on standby. If you enter within twenty kilometers, please ask
Withdraw immediately."
"Wow! Demigod-"
Little took a breath of cold air, his expression extremely solemn. Behind him, the many SWAT team members in the armored vehicle all looked at each other in confusion.
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At this time, on the side of the road about seventeen kilometers away from Little and Roderick's location, Remington Adams was lying behind the overturned armored wreckage, cursing.
"Shit! Where did they get so many outlaws? Five hundred, or six hundred?"
"Who knows? Although our intelligence director pats his chest and guarantees that the total number of their outlaws will never exceed 5,000. And the number that can be used on battlefields in various states will never exceed 1,500. But judging from the current war situation
Look, there are more than a thousand and eighty. Hell, they almost launched attacks on three battlefields at the same time——"
"I don't understand why there are no reinforcements yet. This is Texas! Can't even 600 people from the Wildenstein family be swallowed up? Get down!"
The young man wearing the uniform of a senior security consultant of Adams Security Company suddenly stopped speaking and lowered his body and head to crawl. At the same time, his spell "Fossils to Mud" caused the ground to sink rapidly, carrying it with him.
Several people around him sank at least a foot underground.
In the next moment, a green wind blade slashed horizontally, cutting the armored remains in front of them that had been strengthened by several mages into two halves from the middle.
The sharp wind sliced directly over the heads of the two of them. Remington Adams was not able to save any of his hair, and was cut directly into a Mediterranean-like hairstyle by the wind knife.
However, the combat team hiding behind another armored vehicle did not have such good luck.
You could see blood fountains spraying from both sides, and at least ten people's heads or upper bodies were forcibly severed by the wind blade.
Remington Adams's face turned pale. He quickly retreated to a position in the rear using the cover of craters and bunkers. This was a masterpiece made by three twelfth-level mages and two druids. It had sufficient
A trench with a thickness of three meters, inside
It is also inlaid with steel plates and magic energy arrays, and has a defensive capability that is not inferior to that of a permanent military bunker. This gave the bald Remington Adams a sense of security. Then he spat it out from between his teeth.
A voice full of annoyance.
"It's the 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne——"
This sentence caused the pupils of the dozen or so people around him to withdraw here one after another.
"This is not her, otherwise none of us would have survived."
Another man wearing magic armor glanced in the opposite direction: "But at least he is a legend! A legendary level mage! And with an increase in divine power, the 'blood-eyed angel' is already nearby."
"Shit, this is like a decisive battle. Where is our demigod? At least there must be a legend showing up, right?"
"Legend? Don't think about it! The last battle was like this. We were fighting life and death. As a result, none of the company's legendary professionals came. I can feel that our superiors are afraid. They don't want to fight with Wilton.
The Stan family went into full-scale war because they were afraid of the sniper who had killed nearly twenty demigods."
"It's not that exaggerated. The total number of demigods on the battlefield in Atlanta at that time did not exceed thirty-five. But that sniper was really terrifying. Even a figure like the 'Energy Lord' was almost killed. I really don't know.
Where did the Wildenstein family find such a person? Why do they want to work for their family? Or they are simply members of this family."
"So it's very troublesome now, isn't it? If there's a decisive battle, we might win, but I don't know how many demigods the Adams family will be killed."
"I don't know, but if the war situation continues like this, I don't plan to fight all the time. There is no hope of winning at all. This is forcing us to die——"
Remington Adams couldn't help frowning as he listened to the discussions of the people around him.
In fact, although he is a member of the Adams family, he has no objection at all to the negative remarks of these companions.
As a member of the elite combat team fighting on the front line, Remington is also extremely frustrated now.
Just because such battles have occurred more than seven times in the past five days, and the scale is getting larger and larger, with more and more casualties.
He believed that the family didn't care about their lives at all, and had not thought about how to deal with the subsequent war. They just wanted to hurt people at their own expense and use them to fight against the Wildenstein family.
Before the opponent's legends and demigods intervene, try your best to consume the opponent's manpower.
But their enemies have now changed their strategies. Remington Adams does not think that the above plan has any chance of success.
He had heard that the family's previous attack on the Wildensteins' freight train had ended up being 'gainless'.
This word does not refer to the harvest of "goods". On the contrary, they found property worth at least 72 million gold shields on this freight train.
However, the security personnel stationed by the Wildenstein family on this freight train were reduced from at least fifteen outlaws to the normal guard level. They were evacuated in advance before their personnel arrived.
The opponent has obviously given up on defense and started focusing on offense——