Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Alice rolled her eyes.

Chapter 231 Justice Cut!

An underground secret somewhere in an unknown area

"Leader, we have detected some kind of demands from the nations of the Lateran Conference of Nations."

This is a figure dressed in the Church of the Apocalypse, the whole face is wrapped in a white robe, from the voice revealed, we assume it is a male.

"Oh? What is it?"

Standing on the stage was a woman wrapped in a black cloak, who seemed to be from Liboli, and interest could be clearly heard from her tone.

"They seem to be inspired by some unknown existence, and they plan to join forces to face the increasingly turbulent situation in Terra."

The man hesitated for a moment, and then told the news he had heard.

"Unknown existence? Interesting—is it those giant beasts, or the so-called gods in their mouths?"

The female voice paused——

"No, it's magical enough that these guys who know how to fight together will instruct the guys under them to unite."

"Forget it, what are those bastards of our old enemy Radicals doing? Is there any news? Is there another big surprise of cardiopulmonary arrest for us?"

The mysterious woman who had uncovered the surprise in her heart raised her eyebrows, and began to pay attention to some existences that had been causing them headaches.

"Uh... my lord... are they going to attack the Conference of Nations...?"

The man's answer naturally did not disappoint the woman's expectations, and the first sentence made the woman who was about to raise her glass to take a sip of water choke.

"Cough cough cough—are you saying it again? What are they going to do???"

After coughing violently, the woman known as the leader looked at her colleagues in front of her in disbelief, her eyes widened.

"My lord...although there are very few sources of information...but we have placed informants within the radical faction to send back the news. The information that members of the return faction are going to attack the Council of Nations is credible."

"What are they going crazy about? Attacking the Council of Nations—go to be hunted down by the nations of Terra on the Day of Invoking Heart 2.0, maybe there are shadows of those giant beasts and gods this time!"

The woman hammered her fist hard on the table in front of her, making a dull sound, and the violent action caused the hood on her cloak to slip off her head, revealing the face of a mature woman with gray hair and red pupils.

"It's better for them to blow up the Parliament Building in Colombia or the House of Commons in Victoria than to go to Rutland to disrupt the Conference of Nations—!"

"Ahem, Master Siora, are you going to stop them?"

Seeing the leader jumping in anger, the man cautiously asked——

"Stop? How do we stop? Do you know how many troops they have?"

Siora asked angrily, and the man shook his head with a stiff expression in denial.

"Then you know the date of their operation?"

Siora continued to ask, but the man continued to shake his head.

"Deployment of troops?"

The man keeps shaking his head...

"Then stop it, it's a dead ball!"

The woman grabbed the table and flipped it straight away, with an expression that the situation couldn't be fought——

"No, it's useless even if we try to stop it - we two gangs started fighting in the holy city of the Lateran people, and the Pope's gun riders didn't turn us into a hornet's nest, it's because the guns got stuck. "

"My lord... we can half-"

The man spoke softly, as if he wanted to argue something...

"Do you know their plan? If you don't know, you still intercept it halfway-you kid will come out one after another, right, get out!"

Then, the subordinate who dared to "pop his mouth" was beaten back by Ms. Siora——

"Ahem...you don't have to be so excited, Ms. Siora."

Just when the distraught woman was about to kick down the fallen table again, a third visitor entered the underground secret meeting. This was an elderly man in black.

"What? Old man, what's your trick? Let's hear it."

The woman who saw the visitor gave up the idea of ​​kicking the table a few more times, but seemed to seriously think about the possible consequences and the situation that her row needed to deal with.

"It's not a coup to be precise, Ms. Siora—it's this information that inspired me..."

The old man shook his head and handed over a recording pen.

"recording?"

The woman picked up the recording pen, and looked at the old man next to her with some doubts, as if wondering what the old man was trying to trick.

"You can click play to hear it, Ms. Siora."

Facing the woman's confused gaze, the old man just made a gesture of please.

"I want to hear what you brought back, old man."

Ms. Siora, who got herself a glass of water again, pressed the play button of the recorder.

"Here is Bibian, the progressive leader and military commander of the conservative faction of the original Apocalypse Church, and the highest paganism - hereby issued a circular to all colleagues of the original Apocalypse Church, between the radical faction's repeated radical actions and the preservation of itself from being destroyed For the reason—"

"I announce that from now on, the progressive faction of the conservative faction of the Apocalypse Church will completely leave the church. We will change our name to Epsilon from now on, and decide to cut off the connection with the original church. Also from this moment on, the Epsilon organization will be completely independent. Then accept the arrangement of the headquarters of the Apocalypse Church."

"The behavior of the radicals has reached the bottom line we can tolerate, so we have since declared a complete severance from the original church!"

"puff--!"

Unlike the distorted but still powerful voice in the recorder, Siora spouted out a mouthful of water that she hadn't had time to swallow just now.

"The highest pagan Bibian? Old man, I remember that the progressive faction is one of the largest conservative factions in the church, right?"

Siora, who muttered the name in a somewhat unbelievable tone, looked at the old man beside him.

"It's also the most difficult faction. The radicals dared to take such a bold action this time, and I'm afraid it has something to do with the withdrawal of the highest heretic..."

The old man nodded.

"The Psychic Department of the pagan sect... is indeed one of the forces most feared by the radicals. How can this boss quit the group? Didn't he discuss it with us?"

"Radicals are said to have attacked the city where the supreme heretic resides, and this announcement is more of a declaration of war than a declaration of withdrawal..."

"Hiss...that Ms. Bibian should be very annoyed."

After clicking his tongue, Xiora suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old man beside him, his expression became extremely weird...

"Wait a minute, old man, your inspiration won't be..."

"Master Siora, we also quit the church and go directly to the highest paganism."

In the expression of women I know, the old man said his plan without changing his face.

"Just cut?"

"Prince, does this count as cutting off... If we don't sever ties with the Apocalypse Church... just as you said, the anger we will bear is beyond our imagination."

Chapter 232 Raven's Island Villa/Mobile City

"After all, this day has come. The Apocalypse Church is torn apart - the highest heretic chooses to lead Ursas' branch out of the church, and now it's us..."

Siora sighed.

"It will be a matter of time, Dean—no one can tolerate these radical lunatics indefinitely, Epsilon, the highest heretic representative, will not, and neither will the Raven Guard, the faction we represent .”

"And the church's winding architecture will one day collapse and disintegrate because the patches cannot be applied."

Looking at Siora with a sad face, the old man added——

"That's the reason...but I didn't expect this day to come so soon, old man—hey, go and gather the Shadow Guards that belong to our faction association."

"As for those members of the church who don't know their stance...Let's just leave a warning and send them to the so-called headquarters of the church. Of course, they can leave directly if they want."

"We're not going to take them anyway."

Siora shook her head, and apparently took out her communicator to issue orders and announcements.

"Master, how do we persuade the highest heretic to accept us is a problem...As far as I know, she already has a stable Duke of Ursus as an ally in Ursus."

"She probably doesn't care about the strength of our association at all—she might even worry about whether there are radical spies among us. After all, although we were once conservatives like the highest heretic, we have never met. "

Although he proposed the idea of ​​cutting off the relationship with the church and defecting to the big brother of the same sect, the old man also pointed out the main problem of this policy.

"That shouldn't be a problem - I remember that was a newly minted Duke, right? Old man?"

"Yes, the territory is the border territory between Kazdel and Ursus. It has long been disliked by people for having no oil and water and there are many Kazdel refugees. There is no place that the Duke of Ursas wants to touch. The new Duke A wonder."

The old man nodded.

"That's no problem—does the old man remember all our plans?"

Siora showed a mysterious expression.

"You mean the one that bought a little mobile city for the kids in the orphanage?"

The old man showed a strange expression...

"Master, did you really buy it?"

"Although our faction does not have the military strength of the highest pagan, it is still not bad in terms of money, old man."

Siora waved her hand triumphantly——

"I ordered a small mobile city from Terminal Industries, a new giant company in Colombia. They seem to be selling these small and micro mobile city modules at the lowest price and with the highest manufacturing standards in order to increase their market share. As agreed, today It’s almost time to arrive at the delivery location.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really bought it for your dean - okay, old man, I'll tell everyone that when it's time to assemble, it's time to disperse. You go pick up the children from the orphanage."

"Then thank you, old man; well, at the speed of a small mobile city-state, it will take us about a month to reach the Ursas-Kazdale border from Casimir."

"If we really want to pursue it, we also have a perfect alibi!"

Nodding in satisfaction, Siora, who seemed to be very satisfied with her plan, tidied up her appearance and left the underground secret place quickly.

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Yan Kingdom Dragon Gate

"Wei Yanwu, he asked me to go out to see the world? Attend the meeting of nations with a big shot?"

Sitting in the Longmen governor's car, Chen Huijie, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, immediately had a fit when he heard the explanation from the special envoy of the immortal, and looked as if he would jump off the car at any time.

I said a few days ago, how dare this wife-in-law dare to blow the bottle with you with a white bottle? You were very happy to send me away when you co-authored it, right?

"Girl, don't worry, your uncle doesn't mean to kick you out of the house - think about it carefully, will your aunt agree to kick you out of the house? Your uncle has already kneeled on the washboard."

Seeing Chen who was about to jump out without saying a word, Ling immediately grabbed her - at least temporarily dissuading her.

"This time, Duke Wei is really doing it for your own good. Ordinary people can't get this opportunity even if they want it?"

"Why, who is this dignitary from Kyoto?"

Chen, who replied angrily, also showed some interest——

The identity of her uncle is naturally clear to Chen - the person who can make him greet him so enthusiastically, is it possible that he is the emperor of Dayan?According to his seniority, that should be his uncle?

"Please be careful about this, Princess Chen—"

Ling's face changed slightly, and she had to be a little serious first, making Chen, who watched her change of expression, unknowingly sit upright.

"This guest is the Red Kite Immortal who has been guarding Northern Xinjiang for thousands of years in Great Yan. Even the emperor of Kyoto will personally go out of the city to welcome the distinguished guests. Please don't say anything nonsense."

"Fairy?"

Chen Mingming was stunned for a moment. Although she had heard about the great achievements of immortals in the past, it was usually just for after-dinner tea conversation among colleagues. After all, Longmen, as an enclave, was too far away from Dayan's northern border.

"That's right, the immortals—the immortals are leading the team at this meeting of all nations. If you have the opportunity, you can ask the immortals a few tricks. Immortals never hide their secrets when they teach, and they are proficient in swordsmanship. I think Miss Chen is also a good swordsman. Ask for advice." A few tricks will definitely benefit a lot.”

Ling Paipai heard that the visitor was a fairy, but Chen, who was a little nervous, gave her a thumbs up.

"In short, don't be nervous. Don't look at Wei Gong and I making this reception so formal and serious, but it's all a scene. You are far away from the northern border, so you probably don't know it; immortals are easy to get along with on weekdays."

"In Changyuan City in northern Xinjiang, if the people on the street see an immortal, they will fight to bring her to their homes for dinner."

After a few words of comfort, Ling showed a mysterious smile, and you will definitely not be at a loss during this trip, girl. There is a big surprise waiting for you in this meeting of nations.

"Big surprise?"

Chen frowned slightly, seeming a little puzzled - he had only studied at the Victoria Royal Guards School, and had never had a close relationship with the Sakota people in Rutland, so why was there such a surprise.