"I didn't want to ask about this kind of small action, but what do these idiots want to do?" Slamming a stack of documents on his desk, General Karl, the magician of the Guards, stared at the papers scattered on his desk, frowning and scolding.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then picked up another resume and looked at the resolute face on it, as well as the striking rank.

"They are all sitting in the position of lieutenant general, and they are still a real power faction, are they brainless when they are involved in this kind of thing, or are they eating too much?" Karl impatiently threw the resume back on the table, scolding in hatred.

Recently, more and more information has been sent to him, and unfamiliar words such as "primitive" and "reformist" have made Carl, who was already busy with the Demon Expedition, even more tired.

Just processing some intelligence from the Demon Realm and integrating some of the general situation of the Demon Realm has already made people collapse, and now that this kind of moth has appeared in his rear, how can he not let Carl, the head of the Special Affairs Department of the Guards, collapse?

As the investigation deepened, Carl had figured out what was going on with these mysterious-sounding but actually naïve factions.

The so-called "primitarians" actually refer to the extremists of the "mortal pure-bloods". They advocated the theory of the supremacy of mortals, believing that mortals were the elite of the empire, and considered themselves to be the most worthy of His Majesty's reliance.

This faction has always had a strong market in Irlanhill, after all, His Majesty the Emperor relied on mortals to start his business, and once Irlanhill's expansion slogan also supported their view: "Mortals will never be slaves......

In the past, these primitive extremists looked down on magicians the most, but now they have a new "enemy".

With the development of puppet prosthetics, more and more people were injured and fitted with prostheses, and a new faction quietly emerged, which was the so-called "reformed faction".

People who have enjoyed the benefits of prosthetics, those who were once disabled, no longer feel inferior to their broken bodies, they accept their new bodies and take pride in them.

These people also have their own theoretical basis, mortals can install prosthetic limbs to transform themselves to make themselves stronger, and magicians can also strengthen their combat abilities through prosthetic transformation - in short, this is a new way for humans to improve themselves!

As a result, some radical people spontaneously mutilate their own bodies and replace their original bodies with prosthetic limbs to accelerate the completion of what they believe in so-called "evolution".

Among this group of people, there are mortals in the traditional sense, as well as powerful magicians, who have secretly united and established a mysterious sect: the "Reformed Sect".

Ironically, it was not long before the reformers were met with strong resistance from another traditional force: magicians who were unwilling to modify their bodies saw this so-called evolution as heresy, and they were full of hostility towards those who were fitted with prosthetic limbs.

Come to think of it, magicians with natural powers certainly don't want to see countless mortals popularize magical abilities by transforming their bodies, and they don't want to see some magicians gain a higher level of magic by transforming their bodies for nothing.

As a result, an interesting Romance of the Three Kingdoms was staged within the Irlanhill Empire. The "Primitarians", "Magicians", and "Remodelers" are hostile to each other and full of contradictions.

Originally, if it was just a "small group" of three troublemakers, Carl would not have such a headache. He has personally suppressed the resistance of the magicians, and he has also captured countless demon fallen, and of course he will not be merciful to the stinky fish and shrimp in a bloody pot of soup.

But after investigation, he was depressed to find that these three so-called factions were all amazingly "politically correct......

The "Primitarians" are loyal to His Majesty, and there is no doubt about it. Most of the bigwigs who support and sympathize with mortals are self-made with His Majesty the Emperor, and they hold great power in their hands, and they are loyal to Iran Hill and Chris, even to death.

The "reformers" even worshipped His Majesty the Emperor as a god, and these people believed that His Majesty the Emperor pointed out the way forward for his own evolution and the development of mankind. They frantically embraced His Majesty the Emperor, and were even willing to sacrifice another arm for His Majesty the Emperor......

The group of "Magicians" is eager to integrate with Iran Hill, and they are also very unlucky. Carl is a magician himself, and of course he knows how much effort he has put into it for Ran Hill. But he's just a magician, and he's not in the slightest interest in joining that damn group of "magicians".

It is precisely because these people are all available people with explosive loyalty, they are hostile to each other but they do not attack each other on a large scale to affect the stability of the empire, so it is really not easy for Karl's side to make a move.

Is it because one person disagrees with others? Carl thought about it casually and felt that this matter was extremely ridiculous - unless that person did not agree with His Majesty the Emperor, why should he arrest someone?

Originally, he was only getting people to pay close attention, keeping an eye on some of the more radical people - but recently, there have been more and more such people, and the working group in charge of this matter of the Special Tasks Department of the Guards has lost sight of the other.

The personnel dispatched were overstretched, and even Carl didn't know if the subordinates he had arranged were from these sect groups.

After all, in the Special Tasks Department, there are magicians and mortals, which sect are they from, or which sect they sympathize with, and which sect are they from...... There is no way to find out.

Even if they don't have a puppet prosthetic, they may be potential "reformers" who may not have acted on it and not had a prosthetic leg fitted.

In the same way, just because someone is a mage does not mean that he is a member of the mage's sect, there are affinities among mages who sympathize with mortals, and they may also be potential supporters of the primitarian sect.

Thinking of this, Carl felt that his head was too big. Originally, he didn't plan to bother Chris because of this little thing, but now it seems that it is impossible not to report it to His Majesty the Emperor and let His Majesty the Emperor judge it.

"Click", Karl, who was sitting behind his desk, turned on his computer and began to personally sort out the intelligence documents from different sources in front of him, which had been confirmed to be true.

Report to His Majesty the Emperor, let Ran not be able to run around with these materials and open his mouth to say that he wants to sort out the information in his hand clearly and clearly, so that His Majesty the Emperor can see it at a glance. This is the duty of a courtier, or one of his jobs.

His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and he could only rely on the dictionary to look up the unfamiliar words one by one. His typing speed was slow, after all, there were not many documents that needed to be sorted out by the head of the Special Tasks Department of the Guards in person.

In the palace, Luther handed Chris a simple and straightforward message, and Chris read it and sandwiched it between the title page of the book he was reading.

"I guess Karl is about to be delivered." Chris flipped a page of the book, lowered his eyes and said to Luther, who was standing behind him: "I already know about this matter, you send an internal document and assign it to the ministerial level." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly: "Do you want the 'Black Eagle' to deal with it?" ”

"There's no need for this, what do you do to make people panic?" Chris still didn't look up, as if he hadn't taken it to heart at all.

After he had finished reading another page, he closed the book and looked at Luther: "Standing on the flat ground, you can only see the ravine, and standing on the top of the hill you can overlook the plain...... But no matter how high you stand, you can't look up at the starry sky, and you only have the word small. ”

"We want the whole world! The vast starry sky, the stars that twinkle above us, belong to Iran Hill! We keep moving forward, and it may not be too late to reach the end, so how can we turn back and help those who have fallen behind? He stood up as he spoke.

Walking to the window, Chris looked at the palace with almost no end in sight outside his window, and sighed: "Alas...... Forget it, you go and prepare, I'll give a speech. This is the last time I'll look back, and if anyone can't keep up, then let them fend for themselves. ”

"Your mercy will save the lost lambs." Luther bowed his head in admiration and praised him: "When these dull people are old, they will sit on the chaise longue and recall today's story." They will thank Your Majesty for your unwavering presence and will be proud to be able to follow you by your side. ”

"Hope...... So be it. Chris didn't look back, still looking down at the largest palace in the world, overlooking the territory under his feet, overlooking everything he had created, and said with some loneliness.

It's been seven years since he came to this world, and he has turned the world in front of him into a familiar one for him.

There is a lightning-fast Internet, there are satellites in the sky, there are thermonuclear weapons that destroy cities, and there are traditional Chinese food and classic clothing.

Of course, there's something else that isn't available in another world, there's gorgeous magic, there's dragons that fly to cover the sky, there's space doors that shrink into inches, and there's other races that come in different styles.

"How many sects can be divided...... Chris smiled wryly and shook his head—it's really a pain in the face......