Enforcer's Handbook

As the minutes passed, a sense of disappointment settled over the square.

Not only Root City, but also survivors from other cities in the oasis, and even the Allied Nations and the Coalition Government are paying attention to what is happening in Root City through live broadcasts.

For those who believe or hope that the miracle of the God of Life can come here, what Rickett said just now is undoubtedly a blow to their head.

In fact, except for Ricote and those who sincerely believe in the God of Life, no one is interested in the internal fighting between different sects.

The names of churches and cults are determined by the final winner. This has been the case since ancient times. People who pay close attention to the dynamics of the oasis hope to witness a real miracle and find the key to fighting this unknown disease.

"Pah, pah pah -"

There was applause from the crowd.

It was the cultists who applauded Rickett's "wise" strategy. After their identities were exposed, the cultists simply took off their disguises and said, "As expected of you, the messenger of the God of Life, you can actually survive in such a short period of time." You spent a lot of time thinking of ways to identify us, and you also designed such a realistic ceremony. Congratulations, you successfully found us from the crowd."

They allowed the growing plants to control their bodies.

At this time, people in the square panicked and discovered that the dark clouds hanging above their heads had changed. More and more dark clouds were gathering, and their shapes became extremely weird. When they looked up, everyone I feel like there is something hidden above those dark clouds.

Something is occupying the sky above Lute City, looking down at them from a high position.

In the eyes of that unknown being, the people gathered in the square were like tiny ants.

This overwhelming feeling is in line with people's imagination of gods. For those high-altitude gods, the whole world is just their chessboard.

Outside Root, people watching the live broadcast can feel the fear coming from the bottom of their hearts even through the screen. It is an instinct imprinted in their genetic sequence.

"But at the same time, Ricketts, it's just so disappointing."

The cultist's speech continued, "We sincerely believe in the power of the God of Life and have been working hard until now. Are you trying to tell me that the God of Life today cannot stop the spread of this epidemic? He can’t let the souls of those who once placed their hope in Him rest in peace? The only thing He can do now is to provoke internal fighting in the church and get rid of a few cultists to vent his anger?”

The survivors were in an uproar.

This made the cultists even more proud, "But there's nothing we can do about it. After all, time has passed and his power has been lost. I'm afraid even ten of them can't describe his current situation. A hundred? No, maybe." One hundred and fifty, building a giant tree in Lila is already His limit.”

As he spoke, the stench of decay and stench spread across the square.

When the growing plants were enveloped by the corrosive gas, they withered quickly. The cultists broke free from the cage woven by the plants with just a flick of their hands.

"But this is far from the limit of this plague. The oasis is just the beginning. Soon after, it will spread to every country...the coalition government, the neutral covenant countries, and even every corner of the world. And this is The power that a god should have!”

"You guys, what do you want to do?"

Some people in the crowd questioned the cultists.

"It's a screening mechanism."

The cultist rolled up his sleeves, revealing the mark on the back of his hand. "Of course, those who are given the mark by the New God can survive this plague and witness the arrival of a new era! Just like during the Third War, those who survive will People will establish a new order on this land."

The crowd fell into dead silence again.

No one denounced the cultists, and everyone began to seriously consider the cultists' invitations.

Those who are given the mark will be immune to this plague.

But for most people, what is even more tempting is...

If they join the winner's side, after the new era arrives and the current world structure is disrupted, they may be able to change the status quo and have a decent life.

As for the names of the Cult of Life and the cult, it is a matter of the smallest detail. Once the new gods that the cultists believe in win this war, they will naturally gain a natural reputation in the new era. At that time, the Cult of Life will The remaining members will be called the remnants of the cult.

So what they need to confirm most now is only one question, "You just said that the power of the God of Life has weakened sharply. What is going on?"

"Don't listen to the rhetoric of cultists!"

Rickett wanted to say something, but he soon found that people's attention was focused on the cultists, and no one looked at him again.

For a long time in the past, the God of Life was the only hope for everyone to survive this plague, but now, the cultists provided them with another possibility.

"If you don't believe me, just listen to what the experts have to say."

Following the hints in the eyes of the cultists, everyone's attention shifted to the woman with braided braids. She was the person who was almost executed by them as a cultist a few days ago. "She was once the largest chamber of commerce in the allied countries." Archaeologists have also touched upon the core secrets of Oasis Peace Company."

"Why?"

The archaeologist was a little confused. She really didn't expect that the topic would suddenly shift to herself.

She originally left the Chamber of Commerce and accepted the invitation from Oasis Peace Company because the other party provided a reason that was difficult for her to refuse.

Her survival during the archeology was regarded as a miracle by the Chamber of Commerce. The meteorite fragments brought back from the ruins were immediately preserved by the Chamber of Commerce like treasures. Even she herself once thought that she was the chosen one blessed by a miracle.

However, the company revealed a shocking fact to her.

She has never been unique. The same miracle happened 149 times among the Allied Nations. Among these 149 miracles, every survivor received the same fragment. The company also followed the instructions of the survivors. The narrative established churches for the Life God Religion in various places.

At least before the plague spread, archaeologists believed the company's rhetoric and believed that all this was guided by the god of life.

"You should know that except for the last fragment that fell into the hands of the Chamber of Commerce, the other 149 fragments are in the hands of the company."

"……Um."

Despite their inner resistance to cultists, archaeologists have to admit this fact.

There is more helplessness than anger.

She found the last fragment, but before that, the rest of the fragments fell into the hands of the company. If each fragment represents the power of the God of Life, then the only remaining power he has at this moment is indeed Less than one percent fell.

The archaeologist's nod became the straw that broke the camel's back, completely tilting the scales in people's hearts towards the cultists...or the sect of the New God.

"Don't worry, in order to prepare for this day, we have also asked an important person to witness the arrival of this day with us."

The cultists stopped the people who started asking how to obtain the mark and turned their attention to the other end of the square.

Lu Xiang was standing on the stairs in the distance.

"Lu Xiang, the head of the law enforcement department in District 17, has repeatedly performed miracles in the coalition government since she was first known. Her reputation once spread to the oasis, and she became someone that even the Brotherhood did not dare to offend easily. .”

The cultist rushed to Lu Xiang and shouted from the air, his voice rising a bit, "Drive the Foster family out of District 17 and become the first newcomer in the history of the coalition government to be promoted to a three-star savior as soon as he joins, and become a void After the Commissioner of the Investigation Bureau turned against the Morgo family, this large family with a very high status in the coalition government came to ruin in just a few days. What I just said is just the tip of the iceberg of Lu Xiang's legendary experience. , but the question is, is all this really due to luck?"

"What exactly do you want to say?"

The archaeologist seemed to feel something and asked eagerly.

During her days at Oasis Peace Company, in addition to being busy with church matters, she also heard the name Lu Xiang more than once. For the company's senior officials, this coalition government official was as important as their future plans.

"Aren't you curious? If these 149 fragments all come from the God of Life, why would He watch his own power fall into the hands of others, and even eventually become a weapon used against Him?"

The cultist raised his arms and said, "The only explanation is that in that turmoil that we don't know, His consciousness and power were forced to separate, which caused the power scattered throughout the covenant to fall into uncontrollable chaos. state!"

"You mean..."

"It's her. The separated consciousness fell into the coalition government, a college called Morning Star. Although the current dean tried his best to hide this, they will still crawl through the cracks in the stone like earthworms. After you came out...after leaving District 4, you made a special trip back to Daystar College. Am I right, Director Lu?"

Facing the cultists' questioning, Lu Xiang tensed up.

The conversation just now was not part of her plan.

Lu Xiang, who has always been known for her calmness in times of crisis, was rarely at a loss because she knew that the conversation just now had been broadcast to every corner of the world through live broadcast. Her teachers, friends, and classmates, And everyone in District 17's Enforcement Division will eventually find out about it.

An unprecedented sense of shame enveloped her.

This feeling……

It's like a normally majestic female supervisor suddenly had her dark history of being a magical girl revealed when she was young.

Yes, the current atmosphere is so strange.

Religion has long been extinct in the Coalition since the Dark Ages, and it's a foreign subject to any of them.

And now, she is accused of having done the God of Life's work.

"The consciousness of the God of Life is so far away from her power. If the place where you fell was an oasis or any other covenant country, everything would be different, right?"

By chance, he encounters his first fragment of power and retrieves his own memory.

If it had started like this, the God of Life's journey on earth would have been much smoother than it is now.

He will not be ostracized in the academy, nor will he lose the position he applied for and be exiled to District 17 and be forced to start from the bottom.

"However, you have wasted more than twenty years and missed the best opportunity to recover your power... It is not so much misfortune, but it is better to say that all this is due to fate. This also means that fate has made a choice. In the new era, It’s bound to come!”

It was noon, which should be the strongest moment of the day, but at this moment darkness enveloped the entire city of Root.

The people in the square gave up thinking.

They no longer want to think about what kind of existence is spying on them from the top of the clouds.

They only knew that even Lu Xiang, who was regarded as the consciousness of the God of Life, did not refute the authenticity of this story.

That means that no matter whether this new god is a thief or a robber, he has almost all the power of the God of Life at this moment.

They are real beings, not gods recorded in religious texts.

Return to the arms of the new gods.

This may be their only and last chance.

"It seems you don't remember anything anymore."

The being above the dark clouds finally spoke, and every word he said echoed in people's ears like thunder.

The voice seemed to reveal strong disappointment.

This ceremony is not fake, and a miracle will indeed come to the oasis today.

But what is being staged is not the drama of the resurrection of the dead, but the moment of the new god ascending to the throne.

The new god will defeat the old god in front of everyone and replace him in everything.

But now it seems that the lost memory has caused Lu Xiang to withdraw from this grand ceremony that he had planned for a long time, and the process of defeating the old gods seems to have lost its sense of accomplishment.

"A senior who I respect very much once told me that gods have nothing to do with will or faith. Their existence is just an accumulation of power. As long as they possess that power, anyone can appreciate the scenery of the upper world. From that moment on , I regard this sentence as the creed of life."

The path of faith is of no importance, even if it means joining the enemies of the Whisperers.

The important thing is to get enough strength.

And now, he finally has the qualifications to appreciate the upper world. "But such an upright and sincere senior is called a devil by ignorant people! ... The last fragment is no longer needed. The power I have, It is enough to fill this final gap."

"Congratulations, your stamp collecting game is going well."

Lu Xiang looked up at the sky. It was not easy to get rid of the almost boundless feeling of shame.

Facing the endless "corruption", it would be a bit impolite for her to remain silent.

So she took a step back and put her hands on Song Lan's shoulders.

"However, you got one thing wrong. The past twenty years have not been wasted."

For a moment, everyone's attention shifted to Song Lan, who was pushed in front of him by Lu Xiang.

——"My stamp collection is also finished."

Small theater its two hundred and ninety:

A certain day, a certain year, a certain month, a Saturday, noon

Under the co-hosting of Song Lan and Lu Xiang, the first insect swarm naming contest was in full swing. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, they invited the most professional panel of judges.

They are the former golden agent of Kolo Films, Lili Guan, the artificial intelligence fashion leader RT6, and the incarnation of fairness and justice, Captain Dragonfly.

At this moment, a fierce impromptu naming competition was taking place at the top 16 venue.

"Is this the level of the top 16? I don't think it's more than that."

Song Lan folded her hands on her chest and sat in the audience with a haughty expression.

"You top 32 player, stop making sarcastic remarks."

Lu Xiang sneered.

She and Song Lan were assigned to different groups, so they made an appointment to meet in the finals on the first day of the competition.

"You are also a top 32 player, what right do you have to laugh at me!"

Only on the issue of naming, Song Lan found it difficult to maintain a peaceful mind.

The actual situation is that after the first day of competition, the couple returned home, and they could only sit in the audience to participate in the subsequent competitions.

Song Lan said, "Since they are all top 32, let's just call this competition a tie. When we meet in the next competition, it won't be that simple."

“You don’t have to wait until the next competition.”

Lu Xiang, who was well prepared, took out the approval rating that Bai Zhu had just sent her, "Except for the 'King' and the Devourer, everyone else has voted for the 'worst contestant' on you... rebuttal It’s useless!”

Lu Xiang had already prepared the content of the punishment. "I remember if you have a nickname. From now on, you will be called Tudou."