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"He's in a hurry."

Edward returned to the bench and turned his head in the direction of the Doge's Palace. She still had a newspaper in her hand, with a few jumbled lines drawn on it, and even traces of herself playing backgammon with herself.

"It's going to be day or night, and the mutiny is about to happen."

She shook her head: "It's said that within this month, it will be completed the next day after coming, and there is really no need for this city to come." ”

Sowing discord, playing with people's hearts, and inducing malice may sound more like what "provocateurs" and "instigators" should do, but in fact they are the specialty of demons.

She did this in the Northern Continent, in the Southern Continent, and in the Northern Continent she was hunted down by the church for hundreds of years after doing it a few times, but fortunately, in the tens of hundred years when the new route was first opened, the Southern Continent was full of infidels, and the Orthodox Church finally ignored her nonsense.

"Actually, the demon or the hunter should have a sequence called 'Fan Maker'." Edward thought with a mentality of adding bricks to the professional curriculum, "Otherwise, some inferior and extraordinary people rely on potions to improve their intelligence, and they are not good for potions and pathways." ”

There was nothing left in the city to pass the time, and the newspaper in her hand was bought by her on a trip to another city.

Edward was bored and had to concentrate on waiting for the task to be completed by himself.

It was a long, long wait, and as the afternoon approached, there was the sound of brisk footsteps, as if a small wooden thing was colliding quickly on the ground.

Edward glanced behind him and saw a small wooden man running in the distance, with a small backpack strapped to his back.

It first hid behind a gas pole in the distance, waited for a man on the road to pass, and then crawled hand and foot into the shadow under the bench, and finally climbed along the legs of the bench to the seat and sat there.

"Where's your clothes?" Edward asked casually.

The little wooden man untied his backpack, took out a small piece of paper and a pencil from it, and wrote with both hands holding the brush:

"Take a nap in your room."

"Just don't get noticed." Edward said, "There's a new demigod here?" ”

The little wooden man took out another piece of eraser, erased the handwriting just now, and wrote quickly: "It's a general, it seems to be very famous, but I'll leave in a few days." ”

"Don't leave when you come, or it will seem that I am not well entertained." Edward disapprehensively pronounced Emilius' death sentence, "What have you gained during this time?" ”

The little wooden man held a pencil about the height of it and thought for a moment, and then wrote a large paragraph:

"I now control all the soldiers who have come together, my friend Alfred is fond of writing to his sister, the old governor has made millions of pounds through human trade and is now preparing to return home, some time ago someone came to assassinate him, but it was unsuccessful, he wanted to escape this evening. General Negan prefers green tea to coffee, and the last living person in the Orthodox Church was killed by the Spirit Order last night. ”

"Sure enough, the churches here have been alarmed, and it's no wonder that the one who insists that the Spirit Order doesn't want to negotiate."

Edward quickly forgot in his mind about the Southern Continent general who talked to him before, and the little people who couldn't survive today would only occupy his memory: "Then have you contacted the Spirit Sect?" ”

It took the little wooden man a full thirty seconds to erase the words, and the small pieces of paper were already crumpled.

"Nope." It writes, "The military district is under martial law, there is no chance." I've tried to talk to the Order, and they seem to want to take me away. ”

Edward nodded: "Then do you know what you're going to do today?" ”

"Participate in the chaos?"

"Almost." Edward thought about it for a while, but found that he had already deleted all the information about the important characters here just now, so he had to say, "You're a subordinate of the new one, right?" When the time comes, if the original one starts to do it, you can try to scold him in the ear of the new one, and it is better to make him angry on the spot, and then both of them will die together. ”

The little wooden man's head shook up and down sharply, and he wrote a sentence:

"Civil strife in the colony, the violent death of the officer, and the official entry of the Spirit Order, how pleasant!"

"That's a good point." Edward approving, "Go back and get ready." ”

……

During the day, Crane changed his clothes and enjoyed a hearty breakfast under Cynthia's service, and then rode in a carriage to the Olawe Naval Base surrounded by the General's Guard.

In the morning, accompanied by brigadiers and colonels, he inspected the condition of the ships, the ammunition stockpile, the newly built training ground, the pound-a-pound rolls of paper, and the bathhouse that had been repaired 20 times in the past year.

After lunch in the naval cafeteria, Crane gathered the officers above the rank of major and listened to the report according to the plan in the schedule.

At the end, Crane flipped a few pages forward from his black-skinned notebook, read the revised report drafted by Mr. Secretary in the tone of a nobleman from Rune, and added some "connectives" and "oral fetish" according to the actual situation and Emilius's diction habits, such as, "There are a few more points below", "I will say a few more points".

It was already evening when the meeting ended, and Crane, accompanied by Secretary Lur'an, left the Olawe base for a dinner at the residence of a naval agent.

At the dinner, they chatted about the fluctuations in the price of the port's supplies, while Crane followed Admiral Emilius's example and told an outdated Beckland joke from time to time, which drew an enthusiastic response from everyone, who praised His Excellency for his humor.

After successfully playing until the end of the banquet, Crane boarded the carriage and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"You have to pay attention to your speech and demeanor every minute and every second, and playing a real day is more tiring than fighting a pirate general......" Crane exhaled silently, his eyes half-closed on the surface.

He knows that the most difficult stage of the day has not yet passed!

Cynthia has to deal with next!

Night falls.

Inside the villa, Cynthia learned from the attendants who had gone out to listen that Admiral Emilius was about to return,

She quietly returned to the bedroom, removed the small black rhinoceros horn-like pendant, scraped a little powder with a metal sheet, and poured it into the hot water in the white-glazed porcelain teacup.

After reciting the name of the "Tree of Desire" seven times and waiting for dozens of seconds, she picked up her teacup with hope and drank it with a gulp.

She was full of anticipation to be able to do something, and both her family and her parents hoped that she would be pregnant with the blood of the general, and preferably give birth to a child, so that her family could get more shares of the Zhongsunian company.

However, Miss Cynthia's wish was once again frustrated, and Crane used the power of the "Faceling" to pinch a lot of wriggling flesh on her arm, rejecting her on the grounds that she was not in the right state today and needed to be calm.

Blank and worried, she returned to her bedroom, thinking of nothing but to lie down and rest.

Vaguely, she felt a little hot in her stomach and a little hot in her body, and in her dream she seemed to see a dark night sky dotted with bright stars.

One of them seemed to feel her gaze, and it shone even brighter.

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With his face covered in newspaper and sleeping directly on the bench, Edward suddenly woke up.

She took the newspaper off her face and looked suspiciously at the night sky, and after a while, she looked sleepy and yawned.

“…… Who is it? Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night to pray to the outer gods? Edward burst into tears with a yawn, squinted and pulled her glasses out of her pocket, stared at the sky for a moment, and then looked at the red moon in the distance.

She didn't notice the faint prayer, but the power of return from a high position outside the barrier woke her up. She couldn't be more familiar with this method of smuggling, after all, she had already bravely run through the crack in the door when the other gods were still trying to stuff small notes into the earth through the loopholes in the barrier.

After running in, he hung an alarm directly on the crack of the door, and raised 120,000 vigilance against all channels that could contact the starry sky to prevent other people of the same kind from coming in to grab food.

However, most of the time, these channels are not needed, after all, the Seven Gods Divine Kingdom also blocks these door cracks.

"Can't be wrong, it must have been the Mother Tree of Desire just now, and the spirituality of the fallen Mother Goddess is not like this."

"The person who prayed was not high, but it was answered very accurately......

She felt a hint of fun, "Could it be because I was about to punch Siea that the mother tree wants to find another curler?" This shouldn't be, don't you want to make Siea's strength go one step further to prevent me by advancing the great sacrifice of the year after tomorrow to this year. ”

"Since you want to cause me trouble, then you should know that I will fight back."

Her voice suddenly cooled, and became gloomy, calm, and emotionless.

She slit her wrist open, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground, not penetrating down for the first time, and several blood beads gathered together in the middle very strangely, and then fused together.

"The region where the source of the answered prayer is located."

The person of the true God and the blood of the angels are used as a medium, and it is still a little reluctant to divinate who is blessed by the mother tree of desire. If you want to find that person accurately, you must at least let yourself in the starry sky temporarily wake up from your slumber, open your eyes, share your personality, and participate in this divination.

But then the movement will become a little bigger, and it will definitely leave a trace. And he wanted to make the destruction of Aldra seem completely natural, seamless, without any influence of the spiritual power of the higher level.

Therefore, she is very skilled in starting with very low prayers to find out where the source is.

A few drops of blood on the ground surged and twisted, sometimes scattering, sometimes converging, and finally becoming a scattered puzzle piece.

The Outer God took out the map, carefully identified the features and distances of these figures, and compared it to find that this was a map of a small colonial island called Olavi Island in the east of the Rorsted Islands.

The prayer I just said came from this archipelago.

She made a note of her approximate location, and her body faded away, hiding in her own kingdom, her blood evaporating from the ground, leaving no trace of the occult.

Her figure appeared in a desolate ruined Jedi, closing her eyes, silently reciting her honorific name, letting go of the spirituality confined by the container, and erasing her own form. Then let it rise, rise, beyond the chaotic abstract sky to the edge of the barrier that is already leaking everywhere.

Then he stretched out his shapeless "hand" to touch the end of the cluster of senses that extended from the body.

Her consciousness temporarily connected to her body, and her body in the kingdom of God was stripped of its threads and became a quiet puppet.

The vastness of the vast ocean of thought welcomes the return of this river, and the desire and joy to become one again overshadows all emotions. The vast mythical creatures entrenched in the cold sun slowly revived from their deathly slumber, their monstrous limbs moving indiscernibly, growing like a vast web, fluttering branches swaying slightly.

The body was not fully revived, only the huge crooked eyes on the body opened, turned, and looked in the direction of the earth, confirming the coordinates that had just appeared in his mind.

The tentacles of the branches that swayed disorderly in dormancy have captured countless meteorites and asteroids, one of which has been quietly released. A cyan spiritual brilliance flowed on the surface of the meteorite, and it quietly, silently broke out of control and flew in the direction of the Earth.

After all of this, the connection was disconnected, and the gods fell into sleep again, or never fully awakened.

In a matter of seconds, consciousness returned to the container located on Earth, and the meteorite advanced through the cold, dark universe with the curse of decay and death, increasing faster and faster, turning into a meteor and approaching.

In the barren kingdom of God, Edward's head was lowered and swayed, and then he immediately lifted it up, like a student who woke up from sleep. She looked left and right, and the image of the kingdom of God began to change, turning into a blood-red sky, a black earth, and a mist-filled world full of bones.

"Very good, I will probably be able to surprise the Mother Tree of Desire tomorrow."

Edward looked at the sky in the distance, chuckled, and returned to the real world.

As soon as she returned, she heard a lot of noise, Edward sitting on a bench, soldiers fighting in front of her, fleeing people behind her, and stiff husks watching in the distance.

Edward looked at her for a moment, and a soldier running past her with a gun suddenly turned his head and gave her an "OK".

In the past few hours, the spiritual brilliance in the Doge's palace has actually disappeared, and combined with the sound of the waves that seem to be close to the ears, the dendritic lightning in the sky, and the laws in the city, it seems that there should be one still alive.

"It's more breathless than I thought, but it's not surprising, I'm here after all."

Even the slightest ordinary disgust could be magnified to the level of hatred in the sea of blood in an instant.

“…… Well done, it looks like I just need to watch. ”

The gunfire became more and more chaotic, and the soldiers had forgotten that they were actually compatriots of the same country or even the same army, and only remembered hatred and anger, fighting desperately like enemies, trying to kill each other with guns, knives, fists and teeth. More and more people died, and it didn't take long for the corpses that fell to the ground to open their eyes again, and they were dead and gray, staring numbly at the living humans who were still fighting.

Whether they were civilians, beggars, slaves, or soldiers in their lifetimes, they would look at the world of the living with the same eyes when they died.

The light of the gas street lamp was disturbed, flickering and flickering, and the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. At the junction of light and darkness, a shadow of a different shape waits for an opportunity to move, falling into the corpses on the ground, and the soldiers who are fighting are unaware.

The Spirit Order took the opportunity to cross the line.

When the last person on the block also fell, the gas lights went out completely.

One by one, in the blood-colored moonlight, the mutilated people stood up and walked in the direction of the city center.

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In the Governor's Palace, General Negan's body lay in the corner of the hallway, his eyes wide and his expression hideous, and his extraordinary properties had been precipitated.

An inconspicuous servant came up and down, looking at the extraordinary properties, and after a long time, he couldn't help but not reach for it.

He put the knife in his pocket, wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, and watched the movement around him.

The first four floors were quiet, he went up to the fifth floor, pushed open a door, and a somewhat fat man hid in the shadows of the room, and when he saw the door being opened, he squirmed in horror into the corner of the room.

The servant asked, "Who are you?" ”

When the man hiding inside heard this, he mustered up the courage to look out, and when he saw that it was a servant, he immediately became bolder.

"I'm the former Governor!" The obese Mr. Thomas shouted loudly, using his voice to reduce the fear in his heart, and he squirmed out quickly, not getting stuck in the narrow gap of the furniture along the way, "Do you know the safe way?" Take me out! ”

"Former Governor?" The servant tilted his head and thought for a moment, then took a knife from his pocket and walked over on his own initiative.

The former governor's expression suddenly became unsightly, and he hurriedly retreated, knocking down the furniture.

A moment later, a scream was heard that had been choked in his throat, and the servant came out and closed the door, leaving more blood on his hands and body.

When the place was finally cleared, the servant hopped down the stairs again, walked to the perimeter of the garden, and then hid by the wall and did not move. The indigenous general suddenly killed someone, and now there is not a single living person in the governor's palace, and there are still people who are fighting to escort the governor to escape.

The thunder and lightning and the waves in the garden kept appearing, canceling each other out under the laws one after another, and he watched without blinking at the two demigods who were facing each other, as if they were an extraordinary surveillance.

A corpse silently appeared beside the servant, and he stared at the servant with dead eyes, and then also looked at the two demigods.

TBC

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

Try to add more ...... during the Mid-Autumn Festival If I didn't come out at half past six, I failed.