Zhang Huaisheng frowned: "There is no high sequence?" So how do they deal with an evil god? ”

The reason why Gao Lian is equated with gods in many folklore is because their power perfectly fits most of human fantasies about gods.

If you talk about the sequence 6 of the middle sequence, when facing dozens or hundreds of well-coordinated sequence 7 head-on, you still have to be beaten to the head.

In the high sequence, even if it is sequence 3, no matter how many medium sequences you have, it is absolutely impossible for him to be his opponent.

Because the two no longer belong to the same species, they are like modern soldiers armed to the teeth, fighting against primitive people with stone spears, it is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.

McCarney nodded, "Although they don't have a high sequence, they do have a high sequence of extraordinary props." ”

"How many years have the gods fallen asleep? When people first opened up the New World, these churches came to preach by oracles, and it was not difficult to come up with one or two very powerful high-order transcendent items. ”

Zhang Huaisheng knew that the gods were asleep, that is, in the past hundred years, which can be deduced through the records of the classics.

"But why do the gods sleep?"

"Heh, this is a secret that only the high sequence knows, where can I know... In the end, the Order has declined, the lineage has been severed, the upper echelons have withered, and even among the Gaelic people, not many people believe in calamity. ”

McCarney said, sighing, "Perhaps, we should really live in seclusion and never get involved in worldly things again." ”

"Alas, when the war is over, if the British can compromise and allow independence for Ireland and Scotland, we will have to return to the Continent as soon as possible and rebuild our homeland. America is still too dangerous. ”

It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

Even the high order does not dare to act recklessly in Europe, because there are many old antiques on the European continent that have survived from the time of the Roman Empire, and they are the makers and maintainers of the rules.

This is also the reason why even in the Spanish-American War, the United States defeated Spain, the old power, and took Cuba and Spanish Luzon, still has no prominent status in the world.

Without a powerful transcendent force, even the local transcendent realm cannot be purged, and such an America is even more unbearable than the United States of the same period in Zhang Huaisheng's world.

"Wait for the war to end?"

Zhang Huaisheng sighed: "Mr. McCartney, how long do you think the war will end?" ”

"Before Christmas, perhaps?"

McCartney said.

The "holy" of Christmas refers to the god of steam, and as the god of steam who has the most faith and has brought the greatest change to the world among the nine gods, he is eligible for this honor.

"Before Christmas..."

Zhang Huaisheng was dumbfounded.

Before and at the beginning of the war, there was widespread optimism that World War I would last a few months to six months at most, as in the case of the Schlieffen Plan formulated by the Germans.

Because since the Boer War burned up the British £500 million in military spending, people have realized how expensive it is to fight a modern war.

But with the outbreak of war, the brutal battlefield like a meat grinder has made most people lose confidence in the "quick victory".

Outsiders like McCarney are optimistic that the war will end before Christmas.

"Mr. McCartney, would you believe me if I said that this war would have been fought for at least three years (historically more than four years)?"

McCartney's face suddenly changed: "How is this possible?" No one can last that long, and on the banks of the Rhine, thousands of people die every day. ”

"Sir, this is a national war, not a decisive battle that can be completed, and all national strength must be exhausted after a long and hard battle, otherwise a country will not give in."

Zhang Huaisheng's expression was a little regretful: "In such a war, there will be no winner, or even if it is a winner, it will bear an extremely heavy price." ”

…

At the same time, in the southern district of Boston, dozens of miles away.

The woman was pushing a trolley and walking under a street lamp.

Ariana, a very beautiful Italian name.

She is from Sicily, the pearl of the Mediterranean.

Although Italy was unified at this time, the development of the north and the south was extremely uneven, and the north was far superior to the south in all aspects as an economic, cultural and industrial center.

A large number of destitute southern Italians, fleeing the war and yearning for a better life, poured into the United States.

Ariana is also one of them.

But when they arrived in the United States, they realized that it was not as beautiful as they imagined.

Due to their lack of knowledge, they were almost blocked outside the high walls and were not allowed to enter the country.

But they didn't have enough money to buy a ticket for the family of three to leave.

They can only be forced to choose those black factories with low salaries, and work hard to get into the country while doing odd jobs.

But later, her husband fell into the boiling molten steel in the steel mill, and the steel mill only lost $50.

With the fifty dollars, she successfully entered the country with her daughter and became a legal immigrant.

After a lot of hardships, she finally raised her daughter.

Fortunately, her daughter was chosen by a businessman in a wealthy area to be her maid because of her good looks.

With her first month's salary, her daughter bought her a trolley for making handmade burritos.

Mother and daughter depend on each other for their lives.

The days are getting better and better.

Ariana found out that she had lost her daughter.

Walking down the street, her steps were heavy and dazed.

No matter what, life has to go on.

But she has lost the belief to support herself.

Got home?

She looked up, and the whole building was pitch black, and there was not a single light on.

She instinctively felt a little lost, because usually when she came back, the lights were always on, and she was afraid of the dark.

But she also knew very well that she would never be willing to leave with the gaslight on all day, that would be a great waste and would make her regret it for a whole year.

She struggled to move the cart to the upstairs apartment, and if it was left outside, it wouldn't be long before someone stole it — even though she had managed to move to the best secure apartment in the slums.

Back home, she looked at the empty room, and the last of her hopes were gone—she didn't even know what she was expecting.

She was only stunned for more than ten seconds, and then immediately prepared tomorrow's materials non-stop.

But the busyness always stops.

After all this, she had to face the empty room alone.

"There are two pillows here... I really do have a daughter. ”

She sniffed at the smell that was obviously familiar, but extremely unfamiliar, and muddy tears flowed down her wrinkled face.

"I really have a daughter."

She muttered under her breath.

Like a madman.

In my mind, a vague figure was depicted over and over again.

She thought about it over and over again.

Look at the furnishings over and over again that don't fit your habits.

Finally, the blurry figure became clear.

She is a girl with beautiful long brown hair, dark and bright eyes, and a sweet smile.

In an instant, tears welled up.

She opened her mouth and spat out a clear word: "Camilla, where are you?" ”