Wow, look at this list, Ron Edmond the magician, Eev Garrison the demigod mage, Richard Tyson the demigod mage, Philip I the demigod the demigod, Lady Clara Conzel the demigod, Roland Benedict the demigod sorcerer, Coom Wilton, Eden Condron the demigod shadow figure, Alexandra Howard the demigod swordsman, Ivan Broy the demigod hunter, and Cliff the demigod dragon warlock Ayers, the demigod warrior Marquis Lanstaff, the demigod hunter Bond, the demigod demon swordsman Claude Kidd, the secret prince Klodar Van Zhuo, and the demon prince Utred Jimi. There are already sixteen demigods on this side alone—"

At the Abraham White House, the atmosphere in the president's office is indeed oppressive to the extreme, and a hurricane is being generated in the low-pressure environment here.

"Shit's Violet Family!Shit's National Association of Progressives!Loren, this is the person you recommended to me, you bastard, you've betrayed my trust!"

Standing behind his desk, Mr. President has completely lost his usual elegance and burst into a series of foul language in front of many of his aides, and Loren Caderon, whom he angrily reprimands, is currently the director of the White House staff (White House chief of staff).

He was sitting in the corner, his eyebrows lowered, his face annoyed, helpless, and extremely ashamed.

Everyone present showed no mercy, and the chief of staff, who had only been in office for four months, had indeed caused them a big problem.

"Giorgio Matteola has accepted your envoy appointment, apparently to facilitate his actions in Atlanta. ”

Mr. President's remarks were followed by Ms. Christy Brad, one of the White House Magical Advisors and Vice President of the New World Magical Society.

"The one who never wanted to mediate the dispute between the two Wildensteins and bring peace to Atlanta, the National Association of Progressives has their purpose, they are deliberately trying to provoke this god war—"

"Ms. Bled, now is not the time to hold accountable. ”

National Security Advisor Jenkerson Richard interrupted Christy Blade's speech, who looked calm and serious: "We have to solve the problem first, and we only have ten minutes now." Otherwise, the entire city of Atlanta would be reduced to rubble, and at least twenty or so demigods would begin to fight there, and the scale of the war would be even greater than we expected. ”

"So what are we going to do? What can we do to stop them?"

The president propped his hands on his desk and looked at everyone with an oppressive gaze: "Guys, we have to come up with a way to come out." Unless you want to see me impeached, or the Civic Party defeating the next election!"

"We can command them into the world of darkness!"

The first person to come up with the idea was the assistant to the president and cabinet secretary in the White House office, a man in a suit and leather shoes, who was extremely exquisitely dressed: "I think the authority of Mr. President can do this." Unless the Violets and Wildensteins are willing to bear the wrath of you, Mr. President, and the entire Civic Party, after the war, they will not be able to give in. ”

"In general, this is a doable option. ”

This is another White House magic adviser, executive director of the Magic Society, magic envoy Torre de Oro, who played with the pen in his hand with a smile in his eyes: "But the core of the problem now is the demon wolf Fenrir, the Sky Scepter." With the 'Sky Scepter', why should Andre be afraid of the government's retribution? Conshury didn't dare to let the demon wolf Fenrir slip out of his nose. As for the Violet family and Philip I, they would never want to see this mythical weapon fall into the hands of the lucky Andre. So I want to ask you, how do you get the demon wolf Fenrir to die obediently, and then take away the scepter that is the source of the trouble, and use the authority of the president?"

In this oval-shaped office, there is silence.

"Can you ask the gods to help?"

This is Secretary of the Treasury Lawrence Rockefeller, who happened to be there while he was reporting to the President: "As far as I know, several powerful gods, including several angel kings of the Church of Light, have the power to stop this war. ”

The many magic advisors present all frowned deeply and looked solemn. As the pinnacle of mortal power, they are naturally reluctant to see the power of the gods manifest.

The magician Torre de Oro replied with a smile again: "The power of the gods can stop this great war, but will this lead to the early start of the upcoming god war? As for the Protestant Church of Light for help, I guess Mr. President is not willing to pay that price unless he has to. We may be able to wait and see, and perhaps the Protestant Church of Light will not sit idly by and watch the mass death of believers in Atlanta and take the initiative to summon the king of angels to come. ”

"Mr. President, the 'Treaty of Partition of Man and God' signed between the magicians and the gods in the Pantheon two thousand years ago, as well as the 'Peerless Heaven and Earth' of the Eastern World, are the cornerstones of the existence of this civilized world. ”

This is a white-haired old man in a magic robe, looking at the president with a majestic and warning gaze, and Lawrence Rockefeller who proposed this: "The magic association of the old and new worlds, as well as those Taoist sects in the East, will never allow anyone to break it! Once this treaty is broken, it will also be the beginning of a mortal disaster!"

"I understand, I understand!"

The president sighed, and then looked at the many aides present with expectant eyes again: "Is there any other way, everyone? It's been two minutes now. Whoever you have the means to stop this catastrophe, please bring it up! The current situation, even if it is more costly, is acceptable. ”

"I don't think there's a workable way for us, Mr. President. ”

Still National Security Adviser Jenkerson Richard: "It's better to think differently, my idea is that since there is no way to stop it, let's end it as soon as possible." ”

"The end? That's a good idea. ”

The president couldn't help but mutter, "The question is, which side should we be on?"

"Your Excellency, I suggest the National Association of Progressives!"

The chief of staff of the White House, who was originally depressed, interjected at the right time: "Although that bastard George Mattiola has betrayed your trust, the strength and influence of the National Association of Progressives are well known! For the sake of Atlanta and the long-term peace and stability of America, I think that lucky Andre should not exist." ”

And everyone present at this moment, including the president, was slightly moved, and their eyes were thoughtful.

"It's not a great choice. ”

The magician Torre de Oro spread his hands and looked at the elegant figure behind the desk: "Your Excellency, as your magical advisor, I must warn you. The National Association of Progressives is indeed very powerful, and it may even affect your political life and life after leaving office. But given the current situation on the battlefield, it would be a foolish decision for you to make this decision. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"We have a limited 10 minute in Atlanta at the moment, and it's not enough to change the tide of the game. And the results of my divination just now give me reason to believe that this battle will be over in ten minutes. ”

Torre de Oro completely ignored the uproar in the Oval Office and said calmly: "Once the war ends with the victory of the Wildensteins, your decision today, Mr. President, will put your government in an extremely awkward position. ”

"Arabian Nights! My opinion is the opposite of yours, no matter how talented the ancestors of Kang Xiuli are, they will not be able to defeat the National Association of Progressives and the Violet Family. Your reasoning and divination are contrary to common sense, Monsieur de Oro, you should have been ashamed of your half-baked astrology, and how much have you screwed up for it?"

The Grand President looked over to where the voice had come from, and it was Rajia Buckley, another of his White House advisers and executive director of the Magical Society.

Beginning with this man's speech, the controversy in the office was one after another.

"I really don't think it's a good idea, there will be another lawless supreme family in America. The hatred and war between them and the National Association of Progressives will also be a blow to our security apparatus. ”

"But if Giorgio Matteola's behavior is tolerated, then in the future, those supreme families, those super powers, will stand on the head of the president and. Mr. President, you have four years left in your term. ”

"Don't forget, the Wildenstein family and the Rising Sun Group are important supporters of our Civic Party!"

"They also support the Conservatives—"

"I think De Oro is right, look at the list on the other side, Conshury Wildenstein, Andre Lee Wildenstein, Delphinia, Robert Yvonne, the Sleeping Twins, Faust, Mark Targaryen, Franks of the Teutonic Cross, Caroline Zhukov, Victor Maxim, Alex Galanz, Douglas Duncan, Roth Linden, Byron Linden, Goodra - the strength of Conshuria's side also looks very strong. Even if we get involved, we may not be able to solve them in a very short time. ”

"It's incredible, the strength of the Wildenstein family's grandparents is like blowing up balloons. ”

"The point is Andrei, if he can't be killed, then this little fellow, who is not yet twenty years old, will become America's eternal enemy. With his top-level talent and divine power of life and death, he can easily gather a large number of transcendents to be enemies of the country, and that will be a nightmare for all of us!"

These controversies made the president feel dizzy for a while. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ms. Christy Brad's expression was relaxed, very different from the reaction of everyone in the office. He couldn't help but look at the magician with his eyes slightly condensed, "Lady Brad, you don't seem to care much about today's unexpected events?"

- This is puzzling considering that the lucky Andrei is about to become a student of Bethel Estadine.

"It's not that I don't care, it's that I'm sure this war will end soon. ”

Christy Brad replied calmly: "Mr. President, I have a certain understanding of that junior's strength, and I have also studied his personality and style in depth. That's by no means a guy who equips mythology with unscrupulous means and pushes tens of millions of people into the abyss of death. But since he decided to do it, it means one thing!"

Christy Bryd clasped her hands to her chest and spoke with confidence: "I think he should be sure enough to settle the fight before he causes mass casualties, even if his opponent is the National Association of Progressives." This was also the opinion of my teacher, Mr. Bethel Estadin. ”

The president frowned, looking disbelieving.

The people in the Oval Office also looked unbelieving, sneering, or suspicious.

The National Association of Progressives is a superpower that has been around for 400 years, and in Atlanta is Philip I, the serpent, and a true magician who can rival Estadine.

So even Bethel Estadine can't convince everyone here.

As for Torre de Oro, the accuracy of his divination was despised by everyone decades ago.

"If Your Excellency the President hasn't been able to make a decision, then you might as well wait a little longer, it's been five minutes now, everyone—"

National Security Adviser Jenkerson Richard sighed helplessly: "Of course, the necessary work still needs to be done, and I have asked the CIA, FBI, DHS and other departments to mobilize demigods in the direction of Atlanta." I also hope that the magicians here can complete your magic portal as soon as possible and reach the battlefield as soon as possible before the situation deteriorates. ”

- He knew that although the eight magicians present were all involved in the discussion in this office, most of them were projections, and it did not affect them to complete their respective ultra-long-distance spatial teleportation processes.

Only Christy Brad is here, and probably thinks that on the Atlanta side, Consoury's grandchildren are in control, and this one did not even try to exert any influence on the president in the emergency meeting.

There is also Torre de Oro, who is notorious for his mastery of 'astrology', but sometimes it can be very effective.

- Will it be the same this time?

Jenkerson Richard frowned, staring at the magical projection in the far center of the office. After a moment of contemplation, he prepared for the worst.

If the situation continues to deteriorate, then they have no choice but to suppress one of them.

At present, choosing the side of the National Association of Progressives is indeed the best choice, and it is willing to pay the price. But if we want to completely avoid all future troubles, we must not allow Andre Lee Wildenstein to continue to live in this world-

But as time passed, Jenkerson Richard's eyes began to be suspicious.

On the battlefield on the other side of Atlanta, the power of the ancestors and grandchildren of Consually seems to be gaining the upper hand.

He wasn't the only one who felt this way at the moment, the president sitting behind his desk looked just as shocked.

"This is Thomson Beau, the enemy of death, and Utred Demacia, the thunder magician, why didn't the intelligence department report the information of these two people?"

Christy Brad raised her eyelids in the same surprise, and then she suppressed her emotions and took a sip of half-cold coffee with an elegant demeanor.

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While Abraham's White House was arguing, the fighting in Atlanta was heating up.

The battle between Franks and Alexandra Howard broke out very suddenly. The latter was very surprised when he was attacked by the Teutonic Cross cadres, but the flames under his control still swept the entire street in an instant.

"I really didn't expect that in our Atlanta city, there is still a big fish like you Lambert Franks. But it's good, this mythical weapon in your hand, it can belong to me!"

Alexandra Howard gathered countless crimson thunderbolts into a sword and slashed at Franks' foothold. The latter seemed to dodge away with ease, and the clothes and skin of his right arm exploded, revealing a sturdy metal arm. And around him, the flames were rolled up in all directions, and they were a meter away from him. The nearby buildings all 'spewed' countless iron chains and whipped towards the opposite side.

Franks' true class level is only Legendary Level 3, but the ancient mythical weapon 'Molten Heart', which originated from the dwarves of the hills, allows him to wield the divine power of both 'fire' and 'iron'.

But Alexandra Howard's ability was obviously to restrain him, and the vast thunder and lightning spread up with those chains, going straight to the roots. The dense thunder net gave Franks nowhere to escape.

The magic sword wrapped around the crimson thunder and lightning, every slash made Franks' body tremble. If it weren't for the life force provided by Li Mochen, who was constantly repairing his body, most of Franks' body would have been scorched.

Until another purple thunderbolt arrived in the sky, and the majestic purple thunder far surpassed Alexandra Howard in scale and intensity. The battle axe, hidden in the thunder, sent the latter's body flying with a single blow, crashing through countless buildings until it crashed into a twenty-story building five hundred meters away.

Then the two figures flickered continuously, and fought several times in a row in space. Alexandra Howard was defeated every time, and finally relied on a 'magic particle beam cannon' that was bombarded from high in the air to get some respite. He looked ahead with a solemn and implicit fear in his eyes, and at the same time put away the thunder and lightning in the sky, replacing all his mana with blazing white flames.

"The Theocracy of Thunder!Uhtred de Macia!In other words, you're Consciuli's lackey now, aren't you?"

"I am currently working for the Rising Sun Security Company, and I am a subordinate of Mr. Willtenstein Jr.!"

Uhtred de Macia's face was cold, and his eyes were flashing: "Mr. Franks, this guy's opponent is me! I think you can look for other targets." ”

Lambert Franks, who had recovered from his injuries just now, shrugged his shoulders and then walked away without hesitation.

- This Alexandra Howard is indeed an opponent he can't handle. Armed with mythology, although he also has demigod-level combat power, he is easily targeted. If it is the type that the mythical weapon 'Molten Heart' can suppress, then the combat power he shows will be extremely powerful, but if it is the kind that can restrain Franks against him, it will also be suppressed very powerfully.

The next opponent he is looking for is Klodal Van Zhuo, the secret prince who is fighting three kilometers away to try to break Roth Linden's magic tower.

The latter not only has the agility and ice spells of the blood family's talent, but also a powerful vampire who has mastered at least two divine powers, and is undoubtedly the top existence among the demigods. However, Lambert Franks' fire theocracy is precisely the type that is more restrained against vampires, and most of this power is also used to fight against Li Mochen's life and death theocracy.

There's also the Wind Blade slashed by Robert Yvonne, the blood-eyed maid who is now more and more adept at fighting the high-ranking demigod berserker Coom Wilton. Even if it is the latter, it is difficult to match it with the divine power of strength.

The compound theocracy's 'Wind of Battle' made her combat power grow all the time, just in this short period of minutes. Her strength has been able to suppress Coombe Wilton head-on. At the same time, a large number of wind blades were released, covering the entire city of Atlanta.

In fact, the people fighting in Atlanta were not alone. Almost all of the demigods, including the two berserkers, were fighting and trying to find their spare time to help their companions.

Especially the few magic mages in the sky, their magic towers are constantly spitting cannon fire, and even crashing into each other. But all kinds of group spells are still constantly falling from the sky.

In Franks alone, there are at least seven powerful spells of the Legend and even the Demigod Rank, including 'Group Extraordinary Physique', 'Group Extraordinary Agility', 'Group Extraordinary Thinking', and 'Ephemeral Divine Body'. Let his physical fitness be almost close to that of a real demigod.

And just when Franks began to take over the battle with the secret prince Klodar Fandro. The fierce battle between Thomson Beau, the 'enemy of death', and Admiral Giorgio Matteola, is also heating up.

"You're not smart enough to do that, Beo! I promise you'll be blacklisted by the National Association of Progressives after this war. ”

"Haha! Blacklist, I'm so scared! If you have backbone, then don't hire me again. ”

The weapon used by Giorgio Mattiola is a pair of long whips wrapped in black light energy, imbued with destructive power. Everything that he hits is a whole piece of disintegration.

And within twenty meters around him, there was a black whip shadow, impermeable to the wind, and the water could not splash in.

But the figure in the red jumpsuit was like a fleeting shadow in this area covered by the power of destruction, shuttling freely. The twin knives in this person's hand were constantly slashing and piercing at a frequency of thousands of shots per second, stirring up a large spark around Giorgio Matteola's body.

Instead of using a long whip to fight, the latter leaned out from behind him with six mechanical arms attached to his back—each of which held a long knife and was able to confront the 'enemy of death' on the opposite side.

Only the latter's two conceptual divine powers, 'piercing' and 'sharp', made him invincible even if he held six god-like weapons-level long knives. The alloy arm, made of the toughest 'Dorav alloy', has been broken many times. However, the nano-repair device built into these six alloy arms can always be restored in the shortest possible time.

Correspondingly, Thomson Beo's body was also hit seven times in a row by the two black long whips in one second, causing a large area of his body to be annihilated.

However, this 'enemy of death' still fights very happily. His incomparable resilience and life divine power are even more powerful and even 'perverted' under the increase of Li Mochen's life and death divine power.

And after a minute of fighting, this one even gave up dodging and resisting, and allowed his body to be annihilated, annihilated, and annihilated again.

This made Giorgio Matteola's face turn pale.

"I want to know how much Conseli has offered you Thomson Beau, and I can triple your offer right now!"

But Thomson Beo was unmoved, but sighed: "It's a pity, Mr. Matthiola. He didn't pay me anything this time, he used favors. It's unfair, isn't it? An epic demigod war, and as a result, Beo, who doesn't want to die as long as the money, doesn't even get a penny. ”

Giorgio Matteola's face was already covered with black lines: "Five billion gold shields! This battle, five billion gold shields! This can allow you to buy a few mythical weapons." ”

However, the other side responded to him with a faster, sharper, sharper sword shadow!