The phone call with the president was lackluster, and the gentleman first exchanged views with Li Mochen about the current security situation in America and warned the Wildensteins not to take the initiative to escalate the situation. Immediately afterwards, Mr. President implicitly exhorted Li Mochen to accept the government's mediation and stop the war with the National Association of Progressives.

However, after encountering several soft nails from Li Mochen in a row, this one did not insist and shifted the topic to the cooperation between the two sides. The two sides chatted for a long time in this regard, and did not hang up the phone until more than ten minutes later.

According to the agreement that Admiral Giorgio Mattiola had brokered for them, the party that actively violated it would lose the 'protection' of the government.

This 'protection' also includes personal property, so it stands to reason that the president and the White House, as guarantors and overseers, are obligated to help them transfer the belongings of Philip I and Alexandra Howard.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the National Association of Progressives and worried about his own safety, Mr. President did not directly agree to Li Mochen's request. This person did not discuss the matter with Li Mochen in detail on the phone, but shortly after the two sides ended the call, a new call came to Li Mochen's side.

It was Assistant to the President and Director of the Liaison Office, a middle-aged woman named Yvette. As we all know, this capable White House dignitary is one of the president's closest and most effective aides. It is even rumored that there is an extraordinary intimacy between these two.

Yvette almost agreed to Li Mochen's request, but the fee was higher. Afterwards, Li Mochen needed to go to a large number of foundations and dozens of overseas accounts to inject nearly 20 billion gold rupiah in cash.

These funds, of course, are not collected by His Excellency the President alone, but are given to an entire group of honors and activities that include the President, several federal justices, and dignitaries of the Justice Department and district courts.

Li Mochen is still willing to pay this money, and with the help from the top of the government, the resistance and future troubles of transferring property on his side will be much smaller.

In particular, the current president has been deeply involved in the legal system for many years, and once served as the attorney general for eight years.

And late that night, when Li Mochen finally finished dealing with these mundane affairs and was about to return to his magic tower to practice, the magical image of Bethel Estadine was projected directly in front of him.

"I guessed you're going to be busy these days, but I've decided to look for you at this time, and I'm sure you'll like the good news from my side more. ”

In the video, Estadin is sitting in the alchemy room, looking at the white bracelet in a transparent magic furnace in front of him: "I have completely analyzed this thing you sent." This is indeed an embryo refined from the spine of the bloodline of the earthly giant python Jermenga, and it is extremely high-ranked. Its strength during its lifetime can be comparable to that of a medium god, equivalent to the level of the primeval dragon, but for some reason, it has great flaws in itself. ”

"I speculate that this is because of the breeding, and Anthony's recent investigation of the 'Conservation of Energy' magic tower also confirmed my judgment. It's hard to believe, but Ron Edmund did raise a near-pure-blooded earthly python and then extracted his backbone to refine the artifact. He also added the blood of the earthly python Jörmungandr to the Middle Ages to make up for its shortcomings. So you're in luck, Andrey. Judging from this artifact, it only takes more than half a month for it to be successfully made-"

Li Mochen's face was solemn, he did not deny Estine's statement, this time it was indeed lucky.

When he sent this thing over, he had already sensed the three kinds of divine power in it - 'energy absorption', 'energy circulation' and 'energy conservation'.

These theocratic powers, individually, are not too powerful, and the theocratic ranks in the bracelet are all primary, except for 'energy absorption'. But when they are combined, it is very terrifying.

Not only is it a mythical weapon with a defensive power that surpasses that of the Scarlet Dragon Armor, but its attack power will also be very terrifying, and it will be the type that will become stronger when it encounters strength.

Once this thing is completed, although it is not enough to change the outcome of the outcome, it can make his side pay a huge price. And Ron Edmund, armed with this myth, is by no means something he can solve with one shot.

So he also has to thank Admiral Giorgio Matteola, who led the war and pulled the unprepared 'Energy Monarch' into his gun in advance.

"Since you said that it is good news, it means that the next embryo can be completed, right?"

"I can continue to complete it, but in terms of 'energy', I still have a big gap with that 'energy monarch'. Fortunately, the main part of it has been completed, and I can barely deduce the magic energy array on the periphery, but its final power is definitely not as good as the original designed by Ron Edmund. ”

Estadine raised his glasses and squinted at Li Mochen: "So I want to ask you, do you plan to give this thing to me, or do you want to ask someone else to carry out the follow-up process?"

"Of course it's you, Professor Estantine! There is a saying in the East that one does not bother the two masters, and I cannot find anyone more intelligent than you. ”

Li Mochen thought to himself that he would not find anyone else unless he was crazy, and there were no great alchemists who were more clever than Bethel Estadine, but they were limited to the field of 'energy', except for the 'Energy Monarch', that is, Estadine's attainment was the most profound, and this magician was almost omnipotent.

"Then go collect these materials!"

As Estadine spoke, he displayed a series of names of magic materials in front of Li Mochen.

"Of course, I have most of them, I've marked. If you can't find it outside, or don't plan to look for it, then you just need to pay for it. The money I'm talking about here must be soul gold coins. The Golden Shield is indeed guaranteed by the Government of America, but in the field of mythological materials and mythological equipment, they are not very useful. ”

Li Mochen took a cursory look and found that these materials required a total of one hundred and twenty soul gold coins.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a headache. He had recently collected some soul gold coins that had been passed down from outside the territory, but the total number was only seven.

At present, the market price of soul gold coins in America is about 30 million gold coins, and 120 pieces are 3.6 billion gold.

The problem is that this thing has always had a price, and it is difficult to collect large quantities in a short period of time. However, their price is not so expensive.

As far as Li Mochen knew, the Church of Light, the Church of Liberty, the Church of the Goddess of Magic, and so on, would flow out a large amount of soul gold coins every year. And those who are evil gods, or devils and demons, only need to have a blood sacrifice that will please their 'Lord', and they can also receive the gift of soul gold, and even powerful magicians like Estadine can make their own if they are willing to spend their time.

At the end of the day, it's not something too precious.

"Yes!"

Li Mochen thought about this, but he still had to ask Kang Xiuli for help.

The latter, as a powerful mage and the leader of a chaebol, must have a lot of soul gold coins in his hands. Even if this one doesn't, with Kang Xiuli's connections, he can help him mobilize.

If it doesn't work, he can still ask his girlfriend for help.

"I'll get the rest of the materials and soul coins to you as soon as possible, but Professor Estantine, can you get to work now and finish it as soon as possible?"

At this time, Li Mochen's eyes shone brightly: "It is very important to me, so important that it is beyond your imagination." The value of this thing to me is not just a mythical weapon. ”

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On the outskirts of Houston, Texas, hundreds of bullets crisscrossed the air, and the roar of guns and cannons, rocket launchers, and recoilless guns was heard 12 kilometers away.

On State Highway 35, dozens of armored police vehicles sped quickly towards the scene of the incident.

Roderick, one of the members of Unit 45 of the Houston SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) Fourth Operations Group, was holding a Mamba 340 automatic rifle and sat on one of the armored vehicles with a solemn face.

"Don't be so nervous, rookie. ”

His nervous look made Ritter, the squad leader of the Fourth Operations Group sitting next to him, smile: "This is a war between the Addams family and the Wildenstein family, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

There was a hint of ridicule and helplessness in his words: "I can guarantee that the war will be over by the time we need to get to the scene." All we need to do is give them the finishing touch. ”

"Wildenstein?"

Roderick's expression moved slightly: "The recent news says that they are one of the initiators of the Atlanta tragedy. I've heard that this family is already one of the supreme families, right?"

"Or else?"

This is another black man in the armored car, who is wiping his gun: "They all dare to go head-to-head with the Addams family now." Do you know why? A freight train of the Wildenstein Transport Company was hijacked, and they set their sights on the Adams family's convoy. Something like this has happened several times in the past few days, but it hasn't been reported in the news. ”

"It's crazy, the Addams family is also the supreme family, and they have two ancestors who became gods. ”

"The Wildensteins dared to do this, of course, for a reason. They must have the strength to stand up to the Addams family—"

"I've heard that they're not only at war with the Addams family, but also Onassis and Matteola. ”

"The entire National Association of Progressives, to be exact. It's a miracle that they weren't at a disadvantage. At least in Texas, a couple of my friends in several other action groups, have also experienced such incidents these days. They said that most of the bodies at the scene belonged to the Addams family. ”

"Do you recognize it?"

"Of course, the people of the Addams family have special markings on their cuffs, or collars—"

Just when the people in the carriage opened the conversation box and talked about it. A female voice suddenly sounded on the radio station in the driver's seat: "Car No. 122, car No. 122, can you hear it? Please stop moving now, please stop moving forward." ”

Squad Leader Ritter raised his eyebrows slightly, and took the walkie-talkie from the police officer sitting in the passenger seat: "This is car No. 122, this is the forty-fifth detachment, I have heard it, we will stop advancing-"

At this time, several police armored vehicles in front of them had slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Ritter said, looking at the sky ahead of him, which was reddened by bullets and flames, "Can you tell me why? ”

"Intelligence shows that this shootout does not rule out the possibility of the intervention of demigod powerhouses. ”

The female voice smiled wryly and explained, "What the director means, please try to keep a safe distance of twenty kilometers from the battlefield. If you don't get to 20 km, stay where you are, and if you get within 20 km, evacuate immediately. ”

"Wow! Demigods—"

Ritter gasped and looked extremely solemn. Behind him, many of the SWAT crew members in this armored car looked at each other for a while.

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At this time, Ritter and Roderick were about seventeen kilometers away. Remington Adams was cursing behind the wreckage of an overturned armored vehicle.

"Shit! Where did they get so many outlaws? five hundred, or six hundred?"

"Who knows, although our intelligence director pat his chest and assure, their total number of outlaws will never exceed five thousand. And those that can be used on the battlefields of various states will never exceed one thousand and five. Judging from the current battle situation, there are more than one thousand eight. Hell, they're attacking almost simultaneously on three battlefields—"

"I don't understand why there are no reinforcements yet. This is in Texas! Can't even the six hundred members of the Wildenstein family swallow it?

The young man, who was wearing the uniform of the senior security adviser of the Adams Security Company, suddenly paused, and instead prostrated his body and head down. At the same time, his spell 'Fossil to Mud' caused the ground to sink rapidly, and he took several people around him to sink at least a foot underground.

In the next moment, a cyan wind blade slashed horizontally, slicing the armored remains in front of them, strengthened by several mages, in half.

The sharp wind slashed directly over the heads of the two of them. Remington Adams couldn't keep his hair, and was cut into a Mediterranean-like hairstyle by the wind knife.

However, the combat group, which was hiding behind another armored car, did not have such good luck.

You can see blood fountains erupting on both sides, and at least ten people's heads or upper bodies have been forcibly cut off by the wind blade.

Remington Adams' face turned pale, and he quickly withdrew to a position in the rear under the cover of craters and bunkers. This is a masterpiece made by three twelfth-level mages and two druids, with a three-meter-thick trench, inlaid with steel plates and magic energy arrays, and has a defensive ability that is not inferior to that of a permanent military bunker, which makes the bald Remington Adams feel more or less secure. Then he spat out a voice full of resentment from between his teeth.

"It's the 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne—"

This sentence made the more than a dozen people around who retreated here one after another, all of them have slightly closed their pupils.

"It's not her, otherwise none of us would have survived. ”

Another man wearing magic armor glanced in the opposite direction: "But at least he is also a legendary! Legendary-level mage! And with the increase in divine power, that 'Blood-Eyed Angel' has already arrived nearby." ”

"Shit, this is a decisive battle, what about our demigods? at least there must be a legend to show up, right?"

"Legend, don't think about it! This was the case with the last battle, we were fighting to the death, and as a result, none of the company's legendary professionals came. I could feel that there was fear on top of us, that they didn't want to go to all-out war with the Wildensteins, that they were afraid of the sniper who had killed nearly twenty demigods. ”

"It's not such an exaggeration, the total number of demigods on the battlefield in Atlanta at that time did not exceed thirty-five. But that sniper was really terrifying, and even the likes of the 'Power Monarch' were almost killed. I really don't know where the Wildensteins got such people, why do they want to work for their family, or simply this family. ”

"So it's a lot of trouble now, isn't it? If we fight a decisive battle, we may win, but the Addams family doesn't know how many demigods will be killed. ”

"I don't know, but if the battle continues like this, I'm not going to fight hard. There is no hope of winning at all, this is to send us to death-"

Remington Adams couldn't help frowning as he listened to the discussions of several people around him.

In fact, although he was a member of the Addams family, he was not at all disgusted by the negative remarks of these companions.

As one of the members of the elite battle group at the forefront of the battle, Remington is now equally frustrated.

Because of this kind of fighting, there have been more than seven times in these five days, and the scale has become larger and larger, and the number of casualties has increased.

He thought that the family didn't care about the lives of their people at all, and he didn't think about how to deal with the subsequent war. The above is just a simple desire to hurt people with this, and use them to fight with the Willenstein family.

Before the opponent's legends and demigods intervene, try to consume the opponent's manpower.

But their enemies had now changed their tactics, and Remington Adams did not think that the plan above had any chance of success.

He had heard that the family's attack on the Wildenstein's freight train had ended up being 'gainless'.

The word did not refer to the harvest of 'goods', but on the contrary, they found at least 72 million gold worth of goods on this freight train.

However, the security personnel stationed on the freight train by the Wildenstein family have been reduced from at least fifteen outlaws to normal security standards. And before their men arrived, they had already evacuated in advance.

The opponent has clearly given up on defense and has begun to focus on attacking -