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Chapter 1756 No.372: This is the result of stacking branches in a row
Plunder, study and sacrifice.

A radical religion that is not tolerated by the law is often composed of this triangle.

The inferior type also has to be stained with the concept of "brainwashing". This is often the main theme of evil cults in other worlds, but in the Holy Terra Federation, which truly possesses extraordinary power, this concept is the most unnecessary.

Power or wealth is enough to summarize the basis for the realization of all desires. The evil cults of the Holy Terra Federation always attract believers with very pragmatic conditions and do not give you those empty tricks and promises.

That’s why it needs to be dealt with even more.

After all, pragmatism does not conflict with the fact that they are all involved in illegal activities, and their religious nature means that they will expand their influence, worsen the atmosphere, and then interfere with the entire social phenomenon. Because of this, the Holy Terra Federation has a fairly complete and mature set of laws to identify such evil cults. Once the identification is completed, there is also a set of extremely severe punishment laws, which are the type that will make you never rest in peace even after death, and you must get up and work to atone for your sins.

But that obviously cannot stop those impulsive people from taking risks, nor can it curb the pursuit of those criminals.

"Because I don't have much respect for the horse racing ladies under you, there is something I have never mentioned."

"Then don't mention it." Little Omar said expressionlessly.

At this moment, he has returned to the hotel room.

Assuming that there was only one chair occupied by Bize, he simply pulled out a lazy sofa and lay down to review the information.

Information about the Order of the Beast.

The information, which was obtained with some twists and turns, is now being made available in a very cheap way to all those around Omer who are curious and qualified to ensure their own safety, but the only one who can really talk to him here is Bize.

Of course it’s not because he is strong, nor because he has access to an intelligence network that no one else has, it’s simply because he is thick-skinned.

When he heard that there was progress in the investigation on Little Omar's side, he came over. He is more active than those two Ultramen!

Of course, the reason why Zero was not enthusiastic was because the Aiwa siblings brought Digimon to the beach and he was quite interested in watching them. He didn't know whether they brought Pigumon with them.

As for Geed... Mr. Riku Asakura still believes that Miss Miyu's swimsuit is the cutest in the world and will definitely attract bad guys, so even if the latter can actually act with Bourbon and others, he will try his best to follow her closely.

I wonder how Miss Lai Ye and others from his hometown would feel when they see him.

But even without talking about Mi Yu, the Xiangyu siblings were social terrorists when they first arrived. They visited all the people who radiated from the underlying logic of "Omar's friends", and Xiao Lu was no exception.

Seeing that they were all going to be forced to chat, Omar was not in a hurry to let the two guys join in digesting and thinking about the information.

Summer training is also a seaside vacation. Both Ultramen have little experience with this, so let's just leave it there and experience it more.

Anyway, I have always been responsible for making plans myself - this is all recorded in the 20 years of life memories that little Omer looked through, but the current situation also existed in the most recent year of that 20 years of life:

My time traveler friend is so thick-skinned that he tries to show concern and talk to me.

"Don't say that! Can you at least care about what the words are before you refuse?"

"Then don't beat around the bush."

"I want to say, ah, it's just my personal feeling, a hypothesis... If there were no Uma Musume competitions, wouldn't the Federation have fewer difficult security checks?"

Hearing this, Omer paused while swiping the screen. He looked up and glanced at the young man who was looking at him cautiously, then lowered his head again: "...Explain the logic."

“…Is that so…” Bize obviously didn’t expect the other party to be so calm. After all, he didn’t know that the little boy Omar’s personality was at a very early stage in his life.

The only tags you can get from someone who has arrived early are special effects fan or monster fan.

Ma Niangchu has not yet made any progress.

"From the information you forwarded, I feel like the people in the Beast Cult seem to have some great dreams."

"It's just a part of it. A cult will gather all kinds of people and have different goals. If it's large enough, it can cover all kinds of cases, such as the original concept of monster eugenics."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Think back to the thinking habits of 20-year-old Omar, and then tell me about dreams and horse racing competitions..." "The Federation's propaganda window emphasizes dreams," before he finished speaking, little Omar's thoughts had caught up with him, and while talking, he looked at him again, "And in education... Do you remember what the dean said about you time travelers lacking dreams?"

"That's not the case," Bizer was a little embarrassed by what he said. Or rather, although he did remember it, it was not the main reason for bringing it up. "I just feel that the culture of the Federation seems to focus too much on shaping dreams, which makes the number of highly intelligent and persistent criminals here more than in my hometown."

"Everything has two sides. Even in a country like the Kingdom of Light, where civilization and education are top-notch, there are still people who get hung up on simple issues and become evil."

"So you agree with what I said." Bize muttered and looked down at his phone, looking through the basic records of the Beast Cult's action team, development team, and preaching team. He just felt that it didn't look like the composition of a crab leg.

how to say……

Too corporate.

Especially the position structure within the development team and the action team, which looks so detailed that it doesn't seem like the vague top-down religious structure.

"I don't agree." Little Omar said simply.

"The Federation's promotion of the dream concept is not limited to horse racing girls. On the contrary, it is the horse racing girls as a group that seized this opportunity to reach the current height. Otherwise, the world-class sports you see now should be other."

"But the result is Uma Musume. I'm complaining based on the phenomenon, so I'm talking about Uma Musume."

"Yeah." After a perfunctory response, Little Omer, who was also reading the interrogation results, stared at the address and photos of the secret meeting place, and then asked, "Is Balmon.X still with you?"

"Baalmon? I said I was coming to your place, and he said he was leaving for a while. What happened? Are you looking for him?"

"No, I just want to know if he told you about Barbamon."

"Oh, you asked him about the follow-up information he got from that shemale?"

"I want to know what you think."

"I'll just watch what he does. As long as it's not against the law, I'll support him. After all, he often helps me, especially when I was adjusting the magic wand."

"The noble king's skills are just right for the technological staff." Little Omer responded quickly.

"Really? I was wondering if that's why you introduced him to me. He's a real professional when it comes to code combination and modification simplification! Even the seniors in my club think he's amazing!"

"Seeing how you talk about him, you can go to Aiba's office and apply for a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

"That's not the case. Don't you have a good relationship with Mikomon? I even think she will be added to your harem one day."

"cough."

Mr. Bi is like this, he speaks directly, and his private discussions with Mr. David in the brothers’ group would make Omar put the group in do not disturb mode from time to time.

Even little Omar couldn't help but cough lightly.

Following this light cough, Bize saw a small finger sticking out from the light screen. It looked like the middle finger, but it changed to the index finger halfway through.

"…Uh, can I apologize?"

"We'll talk about it later. She ran away again."

"Again? Running?"

"I never got the chance to talk to you, so you feel uncomfortable every time you see me."

"Ah? Is it my fault?" Bize jumped up from his chair.

"One-on-one conversation, right?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Perhaps she should leave her chance until the evening, or tomorrow. After all, there is the matter of the Beast Cult that is more worthy of advancement."