Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 389 The Earth Will Be Shattered (2.4K)

"Someone wants to assassinate you to achieve some purpose. You can confirm this."

"According to our intelligence, that person is none other than King George III of Loen. He wants to promote a revolution and achieve a strange and twisted order at the level of mysticism."

"Behind him, there are other powerful and strange beings. Even the Seven Gods tacitly approve of everything they do."

"Your Excellency the Duke, facing this situation, do you think the Lord of Storms will protect you?"

As the secretary spoke, he pulled off his tie, revealing a circle of neatly cut, curled flesh on his chest.

He stretched out his palm and stroked the rolled edge and lifted it up lightly. The sticky crackling sound was endless. In just a few seconds, the secretary actually peeled off a piece of bloody human skin from his face alive. The secretary let out painful wails as soon as the skin was peeled off.

"Help me, help me!!!"

"Ah!!! Duke, I was wrong, I am guilty!!!"

Ignoring the wailing of the human-skin mask, Patrick Jason Belia took out a spray bottle from the secret compartment inside the carriage and smiled at Duke Negan, whose pupils could not stop shaking as he distanced himself from him:
"Your secretary smells great and has a nice skin bag, but she just doesn't like to drink water."

After saying that, he picked up the spray bottle and sprayed a blood-like liquid onto the human skin mask. Unlike the rich layers and dense taste of the Olmir red wine, the sprayed liquid had only one taste, which was the fishy smell of sulfur!

It's like some expired and spoiled blood.

After spraying carefully around, the man with cold brown eyes seemed to have heard something, frowned slightly, and looked at Duke Negan who was sitting upright.

"This secretary's identity is not simple, you have to find a chance to send him back!"

Pallas Nigan took a deep breath, regained his composure, and nodded slightly as he did to other ministers and parliamentarians.

After a while, he hesitated and tried:
"You seem to have no reason to help me. Whether it's the propaganda of the church, the legends of the people, or the ancient books kept by the royal family, the devils are not kind people."

Looking at this demon who suddenly came to his door a week ago, Duke Negan's eyes did not wander at all.

He knew that if he dared to cooperate with the devil, once discovered, he would surely be dragged into the abyss. Even the "Lord of the Storm", whom the Negan family had believed in for generations, would not allow His church to shelter him.

But Pallas Negan still chose to do so, because no one could help him except the devil.

Even his own brother, Agustin Negan, the Prime Minister of the kingdom, could no longer be trusted, because he was very close to the royal family and was likely helping George III to accomplish their plans.

When the devil told him the truth behind all this, Pallas Nigan was surprised that the world was too big to accommodate him.
resentment.

Why should I be sacrificed and die for no reason, while those damn gods clearly know it but have no intention of protecting me?

Damn God loves the world!
"Oh, you don't need to be so excited. The Seven Gods are like this. They will treat you well if there is benefit. Once there is no benefit, they will kill you without any hesitation."

"This is essentially no different from us demons."

As if he had seen Duke Negan's twitching face, Jason Belia comforted him in a cold tone, then took a breath and continued to speak slowly:

"As for why we help you, it's because we have our own purpose. You see, we demons are much more honest."

"You are a supporter of the Church of Storms. We can use this to do a lot. We need to use people like you to bring down the tower of balance and make the Seven Gods no longer trust each other and kill each other."

"But this has nothing to do with Honest Steel Company. Why do you want me to target them?"

Rubbing his head, Duke Negan asked doubtfully.

Frankly speaking, he didn't trust the devil, the Church of the Seven Gods, or the royal family. He just knew too little and had no idea what these forces were doing.

"Didn't I tell you that we are going to use your identity to create conflicts and make the gods no longer trust each other."

"We will be by your side during this period of time. We will help you catch the assassin next time. You just need to call for help from the Storm Church in time, and it would be best if you can use them to kill the assassin." "You don't need to know why. You just need to know that we want to restart the war in the southern continent and make the world situation collapse like a building.

Having said that, Jason Belia suppressed his excitement, and his flushed face gradually faded, returning to his cold look.

"Why? You just said that the gods would stand together for their own interests. Then what would make them fight each other regardless of their own interests?"

Why do you have so many fucking things?
Jason Belia's mouth twitched, and he still explained patiently:

"When the gods are faced with something they like, they can give in a little, but they can't give in all the time. They also have their own ideas, tempers, and personalities. They are not like the Difference Engine, which can tolerate anything for the sake of results."

After a brief explanation, the demon seemed to be unable to bear Pallas Nigan's nagging, and immediately raised his hands and praised enthusiastically:
“May the end of the world reach the other side of the stars!”

"Mr. Ron, please keep your voice down. What if we get discovered?"

"It's okay Audrey, there are only two of us here, and Susie is trapped in the loop space by me."

"But this posture is very tiring..."

"It's okay, just get used to it."

In a workshop in the factory, a high-temperature furnace fire was burning fiercely. Audrey Hall, with a look of despair on her face, raised a sledgehammer and smashed the red iron block in front of her with a specific rhythm and special angle.

"The audience approach is also very important for fighting skills, Audrey. When you become a high-sequence, you will be very grateful to yourself now!"

"Because by then, the dragon's physique will have strong combat power, and its strength will even be comparable to that of a giant."

"You don't expect that by that time you will only be able to swing your fists, right?"

The blond boy looked at the noble lady swinging the sledgehammer with a sly smile on his face. He always felt that this kind of beauty of broken style was of great artistic value.

"Mr. Ron, this has nothing to do with women's fighting..."

As if she had seen through the blond boy's bad taste, Audrey Hall dropped the hammer, quickly came to Ron, and began to pinch that chubby little face again.

"What do you know? Hammers also have their uses and skills!"

"Moreover, human wisdom is to use tools. As a noble, your fighting skills are the most disgraceful."

This is a lie, clearly he wants to make me look bad... As expected, he is as bad as usual, and loves to play pranks...

Faced with Ron's nonsense, the "psychologist" easily saw the clues.

After kneading the soft flesh in her hand fiercely, "Justice" Audrey pulled her arm down suddenly, causing the corners of the boy's upturned mouth to bend downwards.

At the same time, she stood up and looked around curiously with her emerald eyes like gemstones.

Although Audrey Hall owns shares in many companies and factories, she has not actually been to every factory to see what they look like.

But today's experience has broadened her horizons, and she no longer just knows about the hardships of the people in the East District from newspaper news or investigative reports.

The workers in the steel plant worked hard for a week, but their weekly salary was only 30 soli.

That's not even as much as Susie's snack bill for a day.

No matter what, everything new here brought a shock to this noble lady on another level.

Perhaps I could help them by trying to guide the nobles to revise the new bill?
(End of this chapter)