I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

Rob didn't answer.

Aside from the side effects caused by the potion, the main reason was that he didn't know.

The magic potion that can transform ordinary people into monsters was provided to him by the president at 10 a.m. on September 10th. The specific source was not told to him.

The person who leaked the news was Captain Mario. He had always been loyal to the country, but was afraid of potions. He might also have mistakenly believed that the higher-ups were controlled by unknown monsters.

Choose to defect.

It attracted the attention of the United Nations and dispatched inspection missions, which made The Gambia very passive.

The president fled the capital directly and bombed the presidential palace. It was Rob's idea. He was a soldier. Unlike the weak president, he was never afraid of fighting.

Especially the bonus of the potion, Rob's body is filled with unprecedented strength. He can overturn a tank with one hand, jump up with all his strength and even pull down a flying helicopter, and sink a battleship into the sea.

Who in the world can rival such power?

"Die!"

Rob's eyes were red, and he kicked his foot, and the floor underneath was like sand.

shattered,

Raise.

The huge body made a sonic boom, causing the glass of the window to shatter and fly up.

Huajian Ju's expression remained unchanged, she didn't even take out the knife, she took a step forward, flipped her wrist, the knife was in the sheath, but it still stabbed Robert straight, and with a shake, it seemed to shake the rain falling on the umbrella. fall.

"Ah!" Rob felt a sharp pain coming from his heart, and his extremely strong body quickly became weak like a deflated ball.

Boom, his knees smashed to the floor.

Even so, his body was still one head taller than Huajama Kiku, "Hey, Shiraishi, can you see if this guy can still be saved?"

"Um."

Shiraishi stopped thinking about where he had seen it and what he couldn't remember, he just couldn't remember it.

Emerald green vines stretched out from his right hand, and each one stabbed into Rob's huge body accurately.

Muddy, empty, without a trace of human breath.

"No, he has been completely assimilated. If he is forcibly expelled, he will die."

"I have a headache. It's hard to get any news from him like this."

Huajianju scratched her head, a look of helplessness flashed across her beautiful face. She looked at Rob's eyes and turned red, like a wild beast that had lost its mind and kept roaring.

It seems that he cannot accept his defeat.

"Kill him."

Huajian Ju made a decision in her heart, pulled out the knife and waved it.

Hiss, Rob's head was cut off and rolled to the ground. The blood spurting out from the wound was not blood red, but a strange brown color.

"What exactly happened?"

Huajianju frowned and thought for a while, then gave up. She hated using her brain to think about issues related to conspiracy.

"Forget it, ask Qingye and the others to come over and meet up, and report to the United Nations that this place is about to enter the next stage."

"The next stage?" Bai Shi looked a little confused.

"Jie Jie." Huajian Ju gave a villain's standard evil smile, and also deliberately squeezed out that gloomy look on her beautiful face, "Of course it's a killing spree."

…

The Gambia was founded in a game between Britain and France. The national borders are quite arbitrary and the entire country is a horizontal line.

Outside the capital Banjul, there are five local administrative districts, Western District, Lower River District, Middle River District, Upper River District and North Bank District.

It had been half a month since President Arthur Reed abandoned the capital and fled to the Upper River District.

He has been staying at a temporary military base in the Upper River District.

The most powerful military force in the country is gathered here, with an army of up to 800 people, which gives him the confidence to abandon Banjul.

With this military force here, there is no need to worry about anyone taking advantage of his absence and assuming his position.

Of course, what he was most worried about was not the location, but the inspection sent by the United Nations.

Confidential reports show that the inhuman beings entrenched in Banjul, Western District, North Bank District, and Lower River District have all been cleared away, and the enemy is approaching the Zhonghe District.

Once the cleansing of the middle river area is over, it's time for the upper river area.

"hateful!"

Asset punched the desk, his dark face unable to conceal his anxiety, "Why aren't you here yet?"

"Please don't worry, we will not violate the agreement."

A cold voice suddenly echoed in the hall, and a person was vaguely revealed in the air, covered in black robes, with a hood covering his face.

If you really want to look hard, you can only find a trace of metallic luster inside the hood.

"You're finally here," Asset took a long breath and said urgently, "Where's the goods?"

"right here."

Under the broad sleeves of the black-robed man were nephrite-like white palms. He waved towards the table, and a box of magic potion appeared on the table. "This time the potion is improved compared to the last time. It still has side effects and can make people irritable." ,emptiness……"

"No need to introduce those, we have no choice!"

Asset interrupted loudly, not wanting to hear any side effects, and it would be useless to hear it.

He has been president for many years and is fully aware of the situation in The Gambia.

This country cannot be saved through normal means.

The shortage of extraordinary power, the absence of strong men, and the lack of popular culture have led people to regard spirits and evil spirits as gods, and voluntarily choose to offer tributes in order to seek peace.

Even if the United Nations cleans up regularly, it will still treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to save the country, you must develop and strengthen the country's extraordinary power.

Magic potion is the best choice, allowing him to have a powerful alienated army.

But this choice is not tolerated by the international community.

"Okay." The man in black robe did not continue the introduction. With a wave of his right hand, another box appeared on the table.

What was inside was not a magic potion, but a silver collar with tiny needles wrapped around it.

"Let soldiers wear this. If they can't control it, you can use sedatives to get rid of the side effects. You can also use stimulants to make those who have no fighting spirit become violent."

"You guys are really thoughtful."

Asset stroked the collar with his hand, a look of surprise on his face.

“The next transaction is after March.”

The man in black robe said, turned around and said, "Goodbye."

"Um."

Asset nodded in agreement and said with full confidence: "I will defeat this patrol team. I'll leave it to you to cover up the matter."

"If you can do that, we will naturally help cover it up."

The man in black robe replied, turned around and left here.

…

A double-storey mansion in Kensington, London.

The space rippled silently, and a woman in black robes appeared in the luxurious hall. She knelt down on one knee and said respectfully to the blond man sitting on the sofa: "King, I'm back."

The blond man closed the magic book with a smile on his face and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Bedivere."

"No, it's a trivial matter, not hard work."

Bedivere replied in a low voice.

Arthur's eyes seemed to be able to see through the hood and mask, and knew her inner thoughts, "Are you feeling uneasy, feeling guilty for what you have done?"

"..." Bedivere wanted to defend, but he didn't know how to say it. He sighed softly and said truthfully: "I feel that I am very cunning, using other people's voluntary reasons in order to avoid the condemnation of conscience.

I know they have no choice. "

"It's not your fault."

Arthur did not object to his subordinates having compassion, and said warmly: "When people have spare energy, they tend to care about the lives of others and feel heartbroken by the suffering of others.

This is human nature.

But I hope you can understand that our strength is far from the point where we can feel at ease. If we don’t work hard to climb up, the fate of The Gambia today will become the UK of tomorrow. "

“Do you know what I found when I dissected that monster corpse?

They are traces of man-made transformation, very clever, almost the same as those formed naturally. "

When Bedivere heard this, his face under the mask was full of shock. He raised his head and said, "Has anyone studied monsters earlier than us?"

"I prefer that there are intelligent creatures in other worlds. The monsters that come to us are low-level existences there."

Arthur expressed his inner speculation, "No matter how we collect, the monster corpses we find can only be used to refine potions of the fifth realm, which is far from the power of the monster king who can destroy a civilization."

"This..." Bedivere was filled with shock.

She has always regarded monsters as creatures with low-level intelligence like wild beasts.

I have never thought about whether monsters have their own civilization.

"Just because we are fine now does not mean that we will be fine in the future. It is something ordinary people do to entrust the future to future generations."

Arthur stood up suddenly, and his raised right hand seemed to hold the whole world in his palm, "As superiors, we must focus on the future and cannot place our hopes on future generations.

For this reason, I am willing to bear the sin of killing and let the world curse me as much as I want! "

Bedivere looked at the expression on Arthur's face, and couldn't stop trembling all over. That strong confidence seemed to be injected into her body, clearing away all confusion, and said firmly: "I will always follow the king! "

"Bedivere."

A smile appeared on Arthur's face and he said: "You just came back, I should let you rest for a while, but there is something that must be left to you to do."

"Please tell me, I'm not tired at all!"

Not only was Bedivere not tired, he was so full of energy that he wished he could work overtime for a month without rest.

This sense of grandeur and satisfaction in being in a hegemony can make one's spirit transcend the limits of the body.

Arthur smiled and said: "I want you to avoid the sight of the Magic Council, get on the line with George from the FBI, and explain to him the progress of our research on potions.

Tell him that I am willing to cooperate with him, provided that the flesh and blood of the thousand-meter monster that Kamiya Shinaki killed is handed over to me for research. "

Kilometer monsters have different strengths from ordinary monsters. If Arthur wants to try more advanced experiments, he needs more powerful monsters to serve as research materials.

"Does that monster still exist?"

Bedivere was a little confused. More than a year had passed since the incident, and the FBI should have already turned the monster into the aura of the secret realm.

"He must have it. George is not a character willing to submit to others."

Arthur had never met George, but he could understand what kind of person he was from his behavior.

It is impossible for a material as rare as a thousand-meter monster to be turned into the aura of the secret realm at will.

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Bedivere nodded and disappeared from the hall.

Arthur exhaled and sat back on the sofa, his brain still not stopping, thinking rapidly about his future plans.

What he said to Bedivere was not a lie, but he did not tell the whole story. Compared with the threat of monsters, there was another important threat that prompted him to become stronger as soon as possible.

That is Rin Nagi, the deity of Nohara Shrine.

She is still an insignificant person now, but with the protection of the unfathomable God Lord Shiraishi, she will definitely be a strong person who cannot be underestimated in the future.

Arthur doesn't want to compete with Kannagi Rin to see who is stronger and who is weaker, he wants to compete with Shiraishi.

As long as you surpass that person, you naturally don't need to worry about the threat of Kannagi Rin.

"You might be nervous too, George."

Arthur murmured.

A person who is at the top of the world will never allow himself to fall to the second echelon, letting there be strong people above him who can suppress him.

He is unwilling to use conventional means to advance to the eighth realm, because after entering the secret realm, he will lose control of the outside world and become one of the secret realm existences like decorations.

Arthur wouldn't let himself become like that.

What's more, the appearance of Shiraishi not only has a bad side, but also a good side, which shows that there is a possibility of breakthrough without entering the secret realm.

If the other party can do it, there's no reason why he can't do it.

This is Arthur's pride.

Open the magic book with your hand.

He continues to absorb new knowledge, and only strong power can advance the execution of the plan.

…

October 1st.

Outside a small village in the Zhonghe District of Gambia.

Yesterday's heavy rain made the ground so muddy that a person's ankles could be submerged if he stepped on it.

Shiraishi didn't want to experience what it felt like to pull radishes out of the mud, flying as lightly as a kite among the yellowing trees.

He paused his feet, looked at the hill in front of him, and said sideways, "That's weird, Huajian, you lost the bet again."

"Tsk."

Huajianju fell to the side and frowned slightly. From the villagers' description, she thought it was an evil spirit entrenched here.

Who knew, it was actually weird.

"Qingye, come on, deal with this."

"Don't make it sound so easy."

The handsome Qingye Lian complained, leaping from the branch to the hill in front, "Shiraishi, hold on for me outside."

When it comes to weirdness, people from the Nian sect are obviously more reliable than those from the Ling sect.

"no problem."

Shiraishi replied, watching him rush into the hill and disappear.

The chrysanthemum among the flowers was sitting on the branch, and he said enthusiastically: "It's boring to be idle, why not take a gamble on when Qingye will come out."

Shiraishi said slowly: "You almost lost your commission this time, do you still dare to gamble?"

"Nine million dollars is enough for me to make a comeback."

Huajianju waved her hand, full of confidence.

Takagi Kaku complained: "Good luck has limits, but bad luck has no bottom."

"That's long-winded, please guess quickly."

Huajianju stared.

Shiraishi shook his head and said: "I guess five minutes and bet five million US dollars."

Takagi Jiao scratched his head and said, "I'll bet four million US dollars for five minutes."

"Haha, let's wait and see."

Huajian Ju rubbed her hands and prayed that Qing Yelian would come out sooner or later.

Bai Shi looked at her posture, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Speaking of which, what is today's date?"

"October 1st, why do you ask this?"

"Today is my birthday..."

Shiraishi patted his head. At this time, daytime in Japan had already passed.

I hope Akira doesn't have time to go to the shrine to celebrate his birthday this year, otherwise, without him at the scene, the atmosphere would be bad just thinking about it.