"Dying throes!"

Han Zishi raised his gun, and the black pupils in his eyes shrank.

Exceptional vision!

A big reason why Han Zishi can become a blasphemer is because of his innate talent, he has known that he is different from ordinary people since he was a child.

With a terrifying IQ and a scanner-like memory, in the eyes of ordinary children, he is a god of learning.

biu！

There was a muffled sound.

Brontë, who was in flight, suddenly felt the fear of death, and the bone sword bent at the same time as the gun rang out.

Close call!

Han Zishi fired several shots at the white bone sword more than ten zhang away.

biu！ biu！ biu！

Brontë's soul sensed that death was coming, and its perception of danger increased to the highest level in his life.

At this time, he was not running away alone, Yuan Ge, Luna, and Li Bai were possessed at the same time!

I fly!

Fly again!

I can't help it!

I can hide!

Still hiding!

I'm going to hide!

I can show!

I can still show off!

How good can a person be in the face of death?

Brontë dodged the trajectory of the bullet as if he were predicting the future.

"Hell yes!"

After Han Zishi finished firing a magazine, not a single bullet hit the White Bone Sword.

In Brontë's weakened state, as long as the bullet was lightly grazed, it would be knocked to the ground and left Han Zishi at his disposal.

If coach Jiang Su knew about it, he would definitely force him to train until he died of old age, so as not to go out and lose his reputation as an investigator of the Security Bureau.

Fortunately, the white bone sword flew slower and slower, swaying, and seeing Brontë's soul collapse.

Han Zishi quickly changed his magazine and prepared to complete his first hunting mission.

Suddenly.

A deep voice came.

"Oh! What I saw, the transcendent being hunted down by ordinary people! ”

I saw a strong man with a body of more than two meters, his figure flashed, and he grabbed the flying white bone sword.

Han Zishi frowned slightly, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the strong man, and said coldly: "Put it down, that's my prey!" ”

"Mortal! You have the great Conrad! ”

Conrad's body skyrocketed by more than a dozen centimeters, and silver scale armor appeared on the surface of his body, wrapped along with his face.

Rumble!

When you step on the ground, a spider-like crack appears in the ground.

Han Zishi didn't react at all, and was blown away by the terrifying force.

Buddha light body!

Zizizizi!

"Damn, what kind of power is this!"

Conrad scolded, the moment he touched Han Zishi, it was like being burned by flames, leaving a layer of scorched black marks on his scale armor.

The white bone sword continued to tremble, Brontë's soul fluctuated, and the voice came directly into Conrad's mind.

"Are you Conrad, the barbarian of House Bruch? I'm Brontë Giovanni, and your mother is my aunt's nephew! ”

"Bronte?"

Conrad's body returned to normal, and his high-end suit was shattered, revealing his well-developed muscles.

"I remember, it's the little white face in the women's pile, Brontë?"

Conrad scoffed, "You almost died at the hands of mortals, it's a shame for the face of the transcendent!" ”

Brontë didn't have time to argue and screamed, "Damn it! That's me! Don't pay attention to this guy, he has a talisman, find me a stand-in furnace first. ”

"So so, Mr. Whiteface."

Conrad glanced at Han Zishi with pity, and his figure disappeared.

……

Bruch Castle.

The Church of the Lord of Dreams.

Patriarch Pullman knelt in front of the idol and prayed.

Ever since he became a fanatic, he has been praying except for two things, the dream game and eating.

The fanatics' belief in the gods is more radical and fanatical than the gods themselves.

In this way, Pullman's divine grace, that is, divine coins, far surpasses those of deep believers and is comparable to that of the pious.

During the daily prayers, Pullman would record the praise and summarize them into the teachings of the Lord of Dreams.

"Great Dream Master! Blessed be the name of God in all things, and thank God the Father for everything......"

"Humble mortals, revere my gods, and respectfully tame ......"

"Only our God created the heavens, is the root of all the heavens and all worlds, the supreme, the great sage and the great mercy, all worlds, all saints, and all souls are bathed in the glory of our God......"

While praying, a member of the clan entered the temple and whispered in Pullman's ear.

"Giovanni Family ......"

Pullman's face did not move at all, and he continued to chant the name of the Lord of the Dream Realm, offering the power of his frenzied faith.

It wasn't until he had finished reading all the eulogies that Pullman looked at his people slowly, his voice like a cold, mechanical synthesizer.

"Invite all the patriarchs of the Thirteen Ancient Nobles, and in three days, I will open the Council of Nobles under the surname of Bruch......"

The thirteen ancient aristocrats of Texas had intricate relationships, and they were both allies and rivals with each other, taking turns to rule Texas for two or three thousand years.

In ancient times, standing in the foreground, the soldiers under the command of the thirteen ancient nobles fought each other, and the victor was respected as the emperor to rule Texas.

In modern times, it has turned into seclusion behind the scenes, and through political, military, and economic means, power has shrouded the whole of Texas.

It wasn't until the Federation unified Blue Star that the foundation of the rule of the Thirteen Ancient Aristocrats was completely erased, and it became a group of rich and wealthy families with a long history, and their influence in the political and military fields plummeted.

The Council of Nobles is a tradition left over from ancient times, essentially an alliance of interests between rulers.

The thirteen ancient nobles agreed that after a decisive victory on the battlefield, they would sit down together to negotiate and recommend the nobles who won on the battlefield as the emperor.

This was to avoid heavier military and economic losses, and to give the new aristocracy a chance to take its place.

No matter which era the Texas emperor is, he is from the thirteen ancient nobles, and everyone is unanimously xenophobic, and everyone has the opportunity to be the boss. Later, because of the marriage of successive dynasties, the Emperor of Texas had the blood of several family names, and his position was more stable.

This tradition lasted for dozens of generations, until after the federal rule of Texas, the Legislature would never allow the Blue Star to have a place outside the law.

Ten years ago, Bevis McCavian founded a world giant with a market value of trillions of dollars, and his confidence was inflated, and he tried to start a noble council and get involved in the politics and economy of Texas.

The day before the opening of the Noble Council, the Federal Parliament announced that the McAvian Group was suspected of monopoly, forcibly divided into more than a dozen parts.

Since the existence of the monopoly law, I have never heard of a company being divided into more than a dozen pieces.

After that, no one dared to start the noble parliament and challenge the bottom line of the federal parliament.

Now, Pullman considers himself qualified and capable of resisting pressure from the federal parliament.

The clansmen did not dare to refute any decision of Pullman, who once said that he would be burned at the stake if he did not believe in the Lord of Dreams for ten days, and Pullman really carried it out meticulously.

"Patriarch, in case any family doesn't want to come?"

"The Thirteen Ancient Noble Alliance, it doesn't have to be the number 13 ......"

"Understood!"

The clansmen first bowed to the idol: "Praise be to the great Lord of Dreams!" ”

Then he saluted Pullman and slowly exited the main hall.

Pullman's order was a decree in the Bruch family, and at once twelve transcendents were sent to inform the other ancient nobles.

The Thirteen Ancient Aristocracy was politically and militarily declining, and economically excluded by the Federal Legislature, but with thousands of years of accumulation and various cross-shareholding investments, it is still the richest group in Texas.

Other ancient aristocratic surnames also have iconic buildings similar to Bruch Castle, showing noble blood, long heritage and declining glory.