That's a really interesting statement. ”

Geralsmo rubbed his chin and asked with interest:

"It's like saying that I did it? It's the first time I've heard the idea that I'm a dominant, so can I ask if there is any basis for His Majesty?"

"Mr. Jerrus is the Governor's Secretary, right?"

"That's right. ”

"The secretary's job is to assist with paperwork, and sometimes he is also responsible for dealing with people and negotiating work, and in a special environment like the Special Administrative Region, he also has to participate in administrative work and deal with some issues that cannot be put on the table, which is like the shadow of the governor. ”

The tone is still warm and flat, and there is even a hint of gossip and homely warmth, but the content of the topic is gradually developing in a sinister direction.

Facing the indifferent Jelles, Ji El continued to say in a relaxed tone:

"Before coming to the SAR, I read your information. In the course of the development of the SAR, you have made a lot of contributions, but you have not asked for a reward once. He often attends social events from time to time, has frequent contacts with political organizations and local self-government forces, and while spreading his personal connections, he does not develop relationships other than those necessary for his work, and highlights the importance of the Governor at all times...... As far as the secretary is concerned, he can be said to be a model student. ”

The so-called secretaries, especially the secretaries of the political family, are by no means the image of a junior who is convex and backward and dressed in a bewitching way as ordinary people imagine. The secretary of the political department is more like a trainee politician, who works hard in the political circle, accumulates work experience and contacts, and lays a good foundation for joining the power game in the future. The most typical case in this regard is the "hereditary councillor" of Japan in the old century of the earth, where every hereditary councilor was a secretary to his father before he took over from his father. This phenomenon is related to the Japanese politicians and chaebol families who are keen on consanguineous marriage, and they are called the two unique landscapes of Japanese politics.

In a world where there is no shadow of parliamentary politics to be seen except in Yalfheim, there is relatively little room for secretaries to develop. But with patience and ability, and a little bit of luck, it's never hard to make a name for yourself. Now Charlemagne's political scene is in full swing, His Excellency Mazarin. Didn't he work as a secretary under Richelieu before?

This is not the case with Jelles, who is invisible behind the scenes, and even when he appears in social situations, he only stops at the demands of the job and never acts above it. As if content with the status quo and without any ambitions. There are no plans for the future.

It's not normal at all.

Ambitious people may not have the corresponding ability, and capable people always have proportional ambitions, and this kind of abnormal behavior like a model social animal can only prove that there is something wrong with this person.

"The mental activity behind the abnormal behavior is reflected in the consequence, Mr. Gerles...... You're a person who doesn't trust anyone. ”

"You're a joker. ”

"Unfortunately, I'm not really interested in joking, especially in this situation. ”

There is no lying reaction to the heartbeat, blood pressure, body temperature, sweating, brainwave response, and there is an excessive, stinging seriousness surging under the innocent face and innocent smile.

"Actually, think about it a little bit. A pseudo-secretary like you wearing a good baby mask suddenly appeared in such a high-risk area, and followed me all the time, but he was not in a hurry to find his brother who should be the object of protection. ”

"Ahh I was thinking about going around for a while, but how can people who don't think the same way communicate. ”

As if complaining, Gelles' tense shoulders relaxed.

Not knowing whether it was boredom or irritability, he pressed his forehead and complained loudly.

"It's boring and illogical. That's why I hate religious fanatics and women so much, and I'm so full of thoughts of 'trying to tie things to the consortium,' 'wooing Roland,' and 'making trouble for the timetable of transcendence.'" But there is a high-sounding truth on his lips. So, human beings—"

Jerus reached out and snapped his fingers, and several of the corpses that had fallen to the ground twitched and crawled up from the ground.

"It's good to be dead. ”

"Oh, it's revealed so quickly, but what can I do with just a few zombies?"

"No, you can't. Okay, I'll know after trying this kind of thing. Here's a statement in advance, when there is no misery, please be sure to cry louder. ”

He was answered by an ice arrow, flying as fast and powerful as a bullet and heading straight for the obscene smile. But it didn't hit, stopped halfway, and grabbed the icicle with one hand on the trajectory of the ice arrow.

The zombie who had just gotten up rushed to Jelles in an instant, reaching out and grabbing the ice arrow - this unbelievable move completely subverted people's impression that zombies were slow. What's even more incredible is that the zombie that grabbed the ice arrow is bursting out of sparks of electricity from all over its body.

Just one such zombie is enough to make people tremble, and there are now 10 of them around Jelles.

"This is a modified ghoul, which uses special insects to gnaw away the cerebral marrow and internal organs, slim down and lose weight, and on this basis, it uses electrical signals to provide stimulation, and it can also discharge electricity in addition to reinforcing the action. It's the ideal warplane, which has gone through a lot of hardships and is about to be put into practical use, and will shoulder the great task of next-generation warfare - Thunderstorm Ghouls!

After explaining in one breath, Gelles let out a sigh of triumph.

For well-known reasons, the Alfheim Defense Force has been constantly researching the "undead soldiers", from the early assemblage corpses to the later ghouls, all of which are the product of this need. Today's Thunderstorm Ghoul can be said to be a complete product that combines various research results and is only one step away from practical mass production.

In the case of the Duchy's suicide bombs and early ghouls, elven researchers have thoroughly tested the feasibility of using parasites implanted in the brains of thought refurnaces, and the possibility of using them to reach the limits of the human body's potential. On this basis, the extreme weight reduction was carried out to improve the power and strength, but even this could not meet the demand, so the Thunderstorm Ghoul was developed with better performance and easier mass production.

"This is the end of the game, surrender honestly, in this hell, you have no way to escape, and there is nowhere to hide. Give up, human. ”

Together, the ghouls raised their arms to Child. As long as Jelles gives an order, a dozen lightning rays will hit the saintess in the center of the encirclement.

"Run, hide, surrender, tell me to surrender, tell me to surrender? I see, you are indeed an inhuman, Mr. Gerles. ”

Inhaled deeply, as if sighing, and the next moment the eyes opened shot out of incomparable perseverance. In front of the army of monsters riding a thousand, in front of the monsters that are out of bounds of common sense, it is like a roar loudly.

"Don't underestimate humans, monsters. If you have the guts, just let the horses come!!"

"Then you will die!"

The pillar-shaped thunder light struck Ji El together, and the three zombies kicked off the ground at the same time, wrapped in the afterimage of the thunder light and pounced on the target.

Ji El will use the "barrier" to defend against lightning strikes, and there will be a small gap between the plural "barriers", and the zombies under the cover of electric light will rush to a very close range to target the gap to release the electric shock - see through what Ji El thinks. Jerles had already made-for-tat arrangements.

The zombies jumped high, and the thunder that shrouded Ji Er's head became more and more dazzling—

The thunder stopped abruptly, and the zombies' movements also stopped.

Not voluntarily, nor at Jelles's command, countless long blades piercing its body stopped the zombies, and after a second or two, the three zombies continued to sway from side to side, gradually fading like a hot snowman. A juicy liquid flows out of the opening of the garment.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the thunder and sound subsided. In the center of the corpse stench, there was a figure kneeling on one knee in front of Ji Er.

It was a tall, short-haired man with blond hair, half-kneeling, exuding an extraordinary sense of oppression, like a bear in impulse or a boulder in the road.

"The subordinates were too late to stop the atrocities of the villains. put His Majesty in danger, and for such a gaffe, I hope His Majesty will punish him. ”

"It's okay, it's better to say it's just the right time. Mr. Gelles has finally revealed his true nature, and we can do it freely. Please get up. Inquisitor. ”

"Yes, according to the will of God. ”

The man in the robes of the Inquisitor of the Heresy stood up, his tall figure like a giant pillar, casting a long shadow long enough to hide the saint, and his scarred rough face was full of piety and fanaticism, so that the glasses representing the intellect faintly revealed a dangerous aura.

Jerreus immediately recognized who the man was.

the Grim Reaper of Heretics;

the nightmare of the treacherous;

the end of the inhuman;

Killer, Decapitation Judge, Regenerator, Angel Dust, Sword;

Lesson 13 of the Pope Hall, Iscarho's strongest trump card, uses a sword that can smash a qiē technique to slash many magicians in the humanoid form of Shura, Priest Alexander Andersen.

This man is arguably the worst opponent of the Thunderstorm Ghoul.

Of course, this is not a small thing.

"It's nice to have ambushes, but can that stop me?"

More corpses crawled up, and the number of ghouls grew to 20 at once. In the face of the overwhelming number gap, the two people were as thin as fallen leaves in the wind, and it seemed that they would be swallowed up by the corpses in the blink of an eye.

"It's annoying, dead people are not allowed to make noise. ”

Andersen glanced at the army of ghouls with a look of disgust and strode over.

"The dead are walking around in front of me, and the undead form legions, marching forward in a queue?, who deviate from the only principle and try to survive by evil ways, we Iscalio will never let you go!!!"

With a roar of a declaration of war, two swords slipped from their sleeves, and in the darkness of the night, the long blades swirled out with silver arcs of light, bursting with sonorous sparks, and the two swords overlapped into a cross pattern that heralded the end.

"Tremble, heretics! Fear, inhuman! You will die miserably, not trembling...... Rather, like a straw, it dies worthless!!"

Jerus snapped his fingers, and the ghoul who stood like an undead immediately moved, rushing towards Andersen with a storm that tore through the air.

The distance of 30 meters was crossed in 0.3 seconds, and even the running dragon, who was proud of his foot strength, could not reach the dust, and the ghoul who left an afterimage on the retina aimed at Hans Christian Andersen and raised his thunderous hand -

Blood spurted into the sky, blades embedded in the shoulder blades, slid unhindered to the waist, arms hanging from flesh and skin.

Without waiting for the ghoul to fall, Andersen shouted:

"We ask ourselves, 'What are you?'

"We are Iscariot, Judas of Iscariot!"

The response descended overhead, and at some point, a group of priests stood on the roof, their expressions indifferent, looking down without any emotion.

"We are believers and unbelievers, we are apostles and not apostles, we are believers and not believers, we are traitors and not traitors. The only thing we offer is to bow down to receive favor, and only to bend down to rebel. We are dead apostles, dead men who wield short knives in the dark, and poison them at dinner!"

The heavily armed priests, chanting their own prayers, descended to the ground in unison, encircling Jerus and the Thunder Ghoul.

There was a strong sense of unity in their movements and clothing, but the weapons in their hands were varied, some with twin moon blades, some with church-rationed pistols, some with Albion's breech-loading single-shot pistol, and some with nothing at all, holding a flinching rope attached to their waists.

Although the weapons are not uniform, they are no less effective than ghouls, driven by faith as the driving force, believing that their actions are righteous, and equally convinced that justice will prevail - driven by the brains that are characteristic of fanatics.

The target is the heresy in front of you.

The aim is annihilation.

This is the whole picture of the war, this is the whole meaning of their lives, to exercise their bodies and sharpen their spirits, even if they sacrifice their lives for it, and even feel great joy in it.

Facing the armed group of fanatics, Jelles's fists clenched slightly.

(It seems that the hole cards are shown in advance...... ）

"Oh, hey, it's not just the Holy Maiden, but even Iscarho, who voluntarily jumped into hell to fight against the 7,450,926 demons of hell...... Since you've all gotten to this point, let's get involved too. Ah, whether the answer is yes or no, we'll just do it ourselves. ”

Piercing laughter echoed in the night sky, and a look of anxiety appeared on the face of Gelus, who was calm and composed in any difficult situation.

"No kidding, Walgrevo. This is my game, who gave you permission to get involved?!"

"Which is more important, your personal preferences or your tasks?"

Two figures appeared on the empty street, and the dashing young man walking in front of him lifted his long hair in front of his forehead, his closed left eye slowly opened, and an ominous bright red light surged in his pupils.

"In the name of the Seven Original Sins 'Arrogance' of Walgrevor, hereby ordered, thou—"

Facing the rush of priests, Walgrevo said in a leisurely tone:

"Betrayed here. ”

Brilliant and dazzling light flashed, and blood and screams streaked across the blood-colored night sky. (To be continued......)