I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 660: Job Change Ceremony, Wind of Rest

On the east coast of Robin, on the streets of New York, there were large groups of people marching and demonstrating again. No one was surprised, and the businesses were also smart enough to close their doors and windows a day in advance.

It was just across the street, and the others continued to play music, dance, and do what they were supposed to do.

There were only two customers sitting in a coffee shop on the street which was very quiet today.

One was wearing a suit and tie, looking like a traditional white elite, and the other had a pale face with a hint of blue, and was casually wearing a gray robe.

"Is everything ready?" The man in gray robe took a sip of coffee and asked softly.

The man in the suit looked out the window and could vaguely hear noise coming from another street.

“We have been preparing for this day for a long time, and those people will be arriving soon.

By then, there will be people from both sides, as well as people of all ethnic groups, and tourists from various countries who come to watch the fun.

After a while, everyone will be within sight of the Statue of Liberty.

Under the call of freedom shouted by ordinary people who were enough to represent Robin.

Under the witness of people representing other countries.

The God of Robin will be crowned today."

The man in the suit spoke in an ups and downs tone, with a sense of suppression and excitement.

The fanaticism in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

The statue has been there for more than a hundred years, and today it has become one of the things that best represent Robin.

At the same time, it is the statue that best represents Robin, without any dispute and known to the world.

If Yellow Devil wants to be crowned the God of Robin, this is the best choice.

Because the statue has not yet produced any miracles, it is merely a spiritual symbol.

Coincidentally, this is the symbol that Huang Mo wants.

Today is the time to complete the final job transfer ceremony.

After a hotly contested election, it is not yet the midterms when the dust has truly settled.

There are at least tens of thousands of teams representing various types of people appearing under the statue. With these people's praises and enthusiasm, with their riots, zero-dollar purchases, and various conflicts, all added together, they can be transformed into a bridge for job change.

All the elements that can represent Robin are indispensable and must be gathered today, around the statue, in a place where it can be overlooked and where they can all see the statue, to perform Robin's big show together.

This big drama is the job transfer ceremony.

And the most important thing is to cooperate with Robin's divine law and get formal approval.

Bills and approvals are actually the most difficult.

But for them, the most difficult part is not difficult now. The difficult part is the details of the ceremony.

Two members of the mysterious assembly, who each sat in a seat like the Idea King Necromancer, were present at the scene today in order to be able to respond to any situation that might arise in the first place.

But they themselves cannot go to the ceremony.

People like them who really know the inside story cannot appear at the ceremony.

Only the sincere calls from ordinary people can lay the most crucial foundation.

The two assembly members sat here waiting quietly. They kept receiving real-time details from their subordinates who were unaware of the inside story.

To be on the safe side, the people who stayed there as spies didn't even know about the assembly. They were just ordinary people who thought they were working for Faubol.

Gradually, noise came, and a group of people shouted freedom together.

No one knew who took the lead, but as long as someone started shouting and a few more people responded, soon everyone would speak in unison.

The fanatical atmosphere began to spread. In this increasingly heated atmosphere, everyone's thinking would be led away and they would just become part of the mainstream.

As time passed, chaos began to naturally appear. No one knew where it started. All they knew was that the glass door was broken, someone took away the goods inside and fled at a high speed, but no one tried to stop them, and no one could stop them.

Then other people will continue to join in.

This is just an appearance, but beneath the appearance, it represents Robin's most fundamental pain and wounds.

As night fell, a bonfire began to burn in a gasoline barrel at the crossroads. The flames flickered, illuminating people's shadows and casting those shadows onto the walls.

It looked like a person standing on the ground, swaying and acting recklessly with the demon behind him.

The sound of sirens and the most iconic gunshots began to ring out in the night.

In the back alley, there was a dead body.

Some are partying, some are getting drunk, some are working hard, and some are dying on the street.

It was a big play that didn't require much interference from the director, as it was performed smoothly one scene after another.

This ceremony, which had been prepared for many days and took another day to execute today, finally came to an end.

The huge statue standing on the isolated island overlooks everything in the city, overlooking the lights of fire and neon lights, listening to the shouts, curses, wails, and the invisible sighs of fatigue.

The magical power that ordinary people could not see began to transform into light, which merged with the surrounding lights and became difficult to distinguish.

The eyes of the statue also seemed to be illuminated, with strands of golden light flickering there.

On Robin's East Coast, the first people to notice something was wrong were the people in the church.

There were people wandering around nearby, originally to prevent some evil things, criminals, or dark creatures from taking advantage of the chaos tonight to do something.

But unexpectedly, gradually, a knight of the church noticed that something was wrong with the statue.

After the news was passed back, when people here arrived, the road was blocked by the riot at night.

It's impossible to fly because Press is chasing in a helicopter and flying is prohibited in this area.

The other way to get there passes through a wealthy neighborhood. Unfortunately, that area was blocked off by Press today. A lot of the funding for the local Press came from donations from people in this area, and of course they couldn't let the donors be affected by the riots.

As for the river, it was also blocked and impassable.

Because of the last riot, some people came over the river by boat and transported some dangerous things.

By the time the church people started to argue with others, the ceremony was already coming to an end.

No one was deliberately guiding them, and they originally wanted to move some of the people who were maintaining order away.

But who would have thought that before they did anything, those people had already taken the initiative to take care of the financial backers. It was obvious that as long as the trouble did not spread, no matter what happened, they would be acceptable.

As for the dead, is there ever a day when there aren’t abnormal deaths in New York?

If you are not counted in the numbers, you are not considered a person.

Otherwise, there would be so many legal and illegal immigrants coming in from various countries every year, but the population has basically not changed.

By the window of the cafe, the man in a suit had opened a bottle of champagne and walked over with two glasses.

He poured a glass for the man in gray.

"Cheers to Robin. It's going too smoothly. Except for those old stubborn people, everything is perfect."

The gray-robed man smiled and raised his glass. "Chaos is the ladder to godhood."

The statue standing on the isolated island holds a torch high, with a sacred light in its eyes. With the high-power lights around it, the statue seems to be shrouded in a layer of holy light.

There was a halo flickering in those golden eyes, as if a pair of eyes were slowly opening within those already open eyes.

As the statue opened its eyes, all the old and new gods in Robin's territory sensed that a god had been successfully crowned.

Some people were able to get some information early, but now they hide themselves tightly and dare not show their heads.

Some were greatly shocked. They didn't understand how the statue that had stood there for more than a hundred years suddenly became a god.

Moreover, as soon as this god appeared, he was naturally superior to them.

Under the cover of night, the Yellow Devil was crowned. In his eyes, he saw the lights, wine, women, singing and dancing. At the same time, in the corner, in the stinking mud, there were still people struggling, inheriting the original iron will.

Huang Mo's eyes swept over. Among Robin, there were thousands of auras and countless charms, but the only one missing was the charm belonging to Wen Yan, the Demon God, and the Idea King Undead Mage.

Finally having a foundation, Huang Mo finally felt relieved and at peace again.

Next, as long as it is stable, you can proceed to the next step.

It’s a pity that this time I didn’t use special means to get a magical channel to infiltrate. If I want to infiltrate Shenzhou again in the future, I can only use other means.

If Shenzhou is not able to do it, then we can only deal with Europe first and accumulate strength. This path will be much easier.

Huang Mo didn't pay too much attention to the results in Purgatory. He just needed to make sure that Wen Yan fell into Purgatory and that there was also a Purgatory Demon God in Purgatory.

As long as Wen Yan, the guy who can cause the Death Star to shine, is not with Robin, he can complete the ceremony smoothly.

……

In Decheng, Gauss’ brows were furrowed and his eyes were extremely serious.

He is a demon king after all. Even if most of his status has been sealed, he is still a demon king.

Wen Yan himself was able to use the summoning of the undead to walk out of a haunted place like the Sea of ​​the Dead, so there was no reason why he couldn't do it.

How can ordinary summoning of the undead work?

The Lord of Pain no longer cares about his face?
Of course, the way to ensure that Wen Yan can come back is to be sure.

Wen Yan has brought him gifts several times when she went out to do business. They were all his favorite things and were rare and out-of-print items.

This is something he couldn't get even in his heyday.

I finally got him to do something serious, how could he let me down?
For the first time in his life, he agreed to attend a banquet, but suddenly changed his mind and said he couldn't go. So he could only be present but not in person.

Gauss brought the things directly from the basement of Old Zhao's house to the underworld. He stood at the crossroads of the underworld and personally set up a summoning circle.

The skulls used are all treasured crystal skulls, and the consumables are all high-level undead. After their death, the soul fire condenses on the bone fragments and turns into something like a relic.

The crossroads is the most suitable summoning method. Generally, when summoning a devil, you don’t know where the devil is exactly and you don’t know the direction, so the crossroads is the most suitable place.

Of course, the crossroads of the underworld is much better than ordinary crossroads.

Gauss personally went down to the underworld, set up the summoning ceremony here, and presided over it personally.

As the ceremony began, the crystal skull opened its mouth, uttering obscure incantations, and the consumable materials began to burn.

At the same time, in the Sea of ​​Dead.

Wen Yan left the mark of the undead spirit of the Necromancer Dianzi Wang, and promised the other party that if he could get rid of the Yellow Demon one day, he would definitely tell him.

But while we were waiting here, we finally noticed something unusual.

A wind blew in the Sea of ​​the Dead. It didn't look strong, but it was visible to the naked eye. After it blew, the luster on the bones of some powerful skeletons dimmed, as if they had decayed through the years.

On the contrary, the weak skeletons were not affected too much.

Also, on those Skeleton Mountains, after being blown by the visible wind, a little bit of faint blue light flashed in some of the skulls that made up the Skeleton Mountains, like sparks.

When the sparks were blown by the wind, the light gradually grew stronger. Some sparks were luckier and suddenly ignited and turned into fire of the soul.

Wen Yan was riding a warhorse at this moment, turning into a stream of light, galloping at full speed among the mountains of the Sea of ​​the Undead.

He was avoiding these dark winds. Born had once told him that these were the winds of rest in the Sea of ​​the Dead.

There are endless battles in the Sea of ​​Undead, but there are still endless undead, all because of this wind of rest.

When blown by the wind of rest, new undead may be born, one after another, endlessly.

No one can kill all the undead in the Sea of ​​Undead.

The wind of rest comes with no regularity and no one knows where it comes from.

Wen Yan hadn’t encountered this before the last time he came.

This time, I happened to run into him.

Wen Yan was touched by the edge of the Wind of Rest, and felt a slight breeze, causing his whole body to feel cold. He clearly had no soul, but at this moment he seemed to feel his soul being soothed while decaying in the wind at the same time.

The visible wind turned invisible and blew into his mind and into the mountains.

The wind blew through the stone doors, which became old, but they also had a hint of desolate air.

The wind blew all the way to the stone gate of the Skeleton Dog. The dark blue flames burning above the stone gate were blown by the wind, turning into waves and igniting the mountains.

Under the pressure of external forces, the power in the mountains began to be forced to integrate. It was no longer like before, with only the eighth stone gate to integrate.

All the power flows among the mountains with the wind and the burning flames.

Wen Yan rarely felt tired, physically tired, and it felt very strange.

The feeling of being somewhat decadent yet comfortable at the same time was even stranger.

When the Wind of Rest disappeared, Wen Yan discovered that all his passive abilities had disappeared. In other words, he no longer needed passive immunity to environmental damage to survive here.

After running for a long time, Gauss never called him.

Gradually, when he didn't know where he ran to, the Taotie bracelet on his wrist suddenly turned into a big mouth and bit down fiercely. Wen Yan only saw a piece of debris being swallowed by the Taotie bracelet.

Before Wen Yan could figure out why this Taotie bracelet was actually swallowing things on its own, Gauss's voice appeared in his ears. The voice seemed to fall from the void and into his ears.

"Wen Yan, come back soon, Wen Yan from Decheng, come back soon, Wen Yan from Fuyu Mountain, come back soon."

As the summoning voice sounded, Wen Yan vaguely saw an illusory shadow appear in front of him.

Wen Yan was confused. He now understood why it took Gauss so long to summon a simple undead.

This guy was actually planning to summon him directly, and they actually connected.

No, Wen Yan looked at the bracelet, then looked at the passive protection that had been automatically turned off.

It's not that Gauss is slow, but that he can only hear the call now.

Was he really summoned as a ghost of the dead?

(End of this chapter)