I, the god, recruit witches to make money

The huge body produced a sonic boom, causing the window glass to shatter and fly.

Jian Ju's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even unsheath his sword. He took a step forward, turned his wrist, and the sword was in the sheath, but it still stabbed Robert straight. He shook it, as if to shake off the raindrops on the umbrella.

"Ah!" Robert felt a piercing pain and his extremely strong body quickly became weak like a deflated ball.

Boom, both knees fell to the floor.

Even so, his body was still a head taller than Jianju's. "Hey, Shiraishi, can you see if this guy can be saved?"

"Ah."

Bai Shi stopped thinking about where he had seen it before. If he couldn't remember it, he just couldn't remember it.

Emerald green vines stretched out from his right hand, piercing Rob's huge body accurately one by one.

Turbid and empty, without a trace of human presence.

"No, he has been completely assimilated. If you forcibly expel him, he will die."

"I have a headache. It's hard to get any information from you in this state."

Jian Ju scratched her head, a hint of helplessness flashing across her pretty face. She looked at Robert's eyes which turned red, and he kept roaring like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

It seems that he cannot accept his defeat.

"Kill him."

Jian Ju made a decision in his mind, drew his knife and swung it.

Hiss, Robert's head was chopped off and rolled to the ground. The blood spurting out from the wound was not blood red, but a strange brown color.

"What exactly happened?"

Jian Ju frowned and thought for a while, then gave up. She hated thinking about conspiracy-related issues.

"Forget it. Tell Qingye and the others to come over and join us. Report to the United Nations. We are entering the next phase here."

"The next stage?" Bai Shi looked a little confused.

"Hehe." Jian Ju gave a typical villain's smirk and deliberately forced a gloomy look onto his pretty face. "Of course I'll go on a killing spree."

……

The Gambia was established as a result of a game between Britain and France. The national border is quite arbitrary and the entire country is just a horizontal line.

In addition to the capital, Banjul, there are five local administrative regions: Western Region, Lower River Region, Middle River Region, Upper River Region and North Bank Region.

It has been half a month since President Aset Reed abandoned the capital and fled to the Upper River District.

He has been staying at a temporary military base in the Upper River District.

The most powerful military force in the country, an army of up to 800 people, is gathered here, which gives him the confidence to abandon Banjul.

With this military force, there is no need to worry about anyone usurping the throne while you are away.

Of course, what he was most worried about was not the location, but the inspection sent by the United Nations.

Secret reports showed that the inhuman presence entrenched in Banjul, Western Region, North Bank Region and Lower River Region had been cleared out, and the enemy was approaching the Middle River Region.

Once the cleansing of the Middle River District is completed, the next step will be the Upper River District.

"hateful!"

Aset slammed his fist on the desk, his dark face unable to hide his anxiety, "Why haven't you come yet?"

"Please don't worry, we won't break our promise."

A cold voice suddenly echoed in the hall, and a figure was vaguely revealed in the air. He was shrouded in a black robe, with a hood covering his face.

If you really look hard, you can only find a hint of metallic luster inside the hood.

"You're finally here," Arcite let out a long breath and asked urgently, "Where's the goods?"

"right here."

Under the wide sleeves of the black-robed man were white hands as soft as jade. He waved his hand towards the table and a box of magic potions appeared on the table. "This potion is better than the last one, but the side effects are still there. It can make people irritable and empty..."

"No need to introduce those, we have no choice!"

Aset interrupted, not wanting to hear about any side effects, as it would be useless to listen.

He has served as president for many years and knows the situation in Gambia very well.

This country can no longer be saved through normal means.

The shortage of supernatural powers, the absence of strong people, and the lack of cultural literacy have led people to regard spirits and evil spirits as gods, and voluntarily choose to offer tributes in order to pray for peace.

Even if the United Nations carries out regular cleanup, it is still only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. If the country is to be saved, the country's extraordinary power must be developed and strengthened.

The potion is the best choice, allowing him to have a powerful alien army.

It’s just that this choice is not accepted by the international community.

"Okay." The man in black robe did not continue the introduction. He waved his right hand and another box appeared on the table.

What was inside was not a potion, but a silver collar with tiny needles wrapped around it.

"Let the soldiers wear this. If they can't control themselves, we can use sedatives to get rid of the side effects, or we can use stimulants to make those who have no fighting spirit become violent."

"You guys really thought it through."

Aset stroked the collar with his hand, a look of surprise on his face.

"The next transaction will be after March."

The man in black robe said, turning around and saying, "Goodbye."

"Ah."

Aset nodded in agreement and said confidently, "I will defeat this patrol team. I'll leave the cover-up to you."

"If you can do it, we will naturally help cover it up."

The man in black robe answered and turned to leave.

……

In a two-story mansion in Kensington, London.

The space was silently rippled, and a woman in a black robe appeared in the luxurious hall. She knelt on one knee and said respectfully to the blond man sitting on the sofa: "King, I am back."

The blond man closed the magic book, smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Bedivere."

"No, it's just a small thing, not hard work."

Bedivere answered in a low voice.

Arthur's eyes seemed to be able to see through the hood and mask and knew her inner thoughts. "You feel uneasy. Are you feeling guilty about what you have done?"

"..." Bedivere wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how to say it. He sighed softly and said truthfully: "I feel that I am very cunning, using the reason of others' voluntary participation to try to escape the condemnation of my conscience.

I know they have no choice.”

"It's not your fault."

Arthur did not object to his subordinates having compassion, and said gently: "When people have plenty of spare energy, they tend to care about the lives of others and feel distressed for the suffering of others.

This is human nature.

But I hope you understand that our strength is far from being able to rest on our laurels. If we don’t work hard to climb up, the fate of today’s Gambia will become the fate of tomorrow’s Britain.”

"Do you know what I found when I dissected the monster's body?

It is a trace of artificial modification, very sophisticated, almost the same as natural formation."

Upon hearing this, Bedivere's face beneath the mask was filled with shock. He looked up and asked, "Has anyone studied monsters earlier than us?"

"I am more inclined to believe that there are intelligent creatures in the other world, and the monsters that come to us are just low-level beings there."

Arthur said what he thought, "No matter how we collect, the monster corpses we find can only be used to refine potions of the fifth level. It is far from the combat power of the Monster King who can destroy a civilization."

"This..." Bedivere was filled with shock.

She had always regarded monsters as creatures like wild beasts with low intelligence.

I have never thought about whether monsters have their own civilization.

"Just because we are fine now doesn't mean we will be fine in the future. It is normal for ordinary people to entrust their future to future generations."

Arthur stood up suddenly, and raised his right hand as if to grasp the whole world in his palm, "As superiors, we must focus on the future and cannot pin our hopes on future generations.

For this, I am willing to bear the sin of killing and let the world curse me as much as it wants! "

Bedivere looked at the expression on Arthur's face and couldn't stop trembling. That strong self-confidence seemed to be injected into her body, clearing away all confusion. She said in a firm tone: "I will always follow the king!"

"Bedivere."

Arthur smiled and said, "You just came back. I should let you rest for a while, but there is something I must entrust to you."

"Please order me, I'm not tired at all!"

Bedivere was not only not tired, but he was full of energy and wanted to work overtime all night for a month without rest.

The grandeur and satisfaction of being in the midst of hegemony can enable a person's spirit to transcend the limits of the body.

Arthur smiled and said, “I want you to avoid the sight of the Magic Council, contact George from the FBI, and explain to him our progress in potion research.

Tell him that I am willing to cooperate with him, provided that he gives me the flesh and blood of the thousand-meter monster killed by Shen Gu Xin Ming for research."

The strength of the thousand-meter monster is different from that of ordinary monsters. If Arthur wants to try more advanced experiments, he needs more powerful monsters to serve as research materials.

"Does that monster still exist?"

Bedivere was a little confused. More than a year had passed since the incident, and the FBI should have already transformed the monster into the spiritual energy of a secret realm.

"He must have. George is not the type to be subservient to others."

Arthur had never met George, but he could understand what kind of person he was from the way he did things.

It is impossible for a rare material like the thousand-meter monster to be transformed into the spiritual energy of the secret realm at will.

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Bedivere nodded and disappeared from the hall.

Arthur let out a breath and sat back on the sofa, but his brain still didn't stop, thinking rapidly about his future plans.

What he said to Bedivere was not a lie, but he did not tell the whole story. Compared with the threat of monsters, there was another more important threat that forced him to become stronger as soon as possible.

That is Nagi Rin, the deity of Nohara Shrine.

She is still an insignificant little person now, but with the protection of the unfathomable God Lord Bai Shi, she will definitely be a strong person who cannot be underestimated in the future.

Arthur didn't want to compete with Kaminagi Rin to see who was stronger, he wanted to compete with Shiraishi.

As long as he surpasses that person, he won't have to worry about the threat from Kaminagi Rin.

"You'd be nervous, too, George."

Arthur muttered.

Those who stand at the top of the world will never allow themselves to fall to the second tier and allow strong people who can suppress them to exist above them.

He was unwilling to use conventional means to advance to the eighth realm, because after entering the secret realm, he would lose control of the outside world and become one of the secret realm's existences like a decoration.

Arthur wouldn't let himself become like that.

What's more, Bai Shi's appearance has not only a bad side, but also a good side, which means that even without entering the secret realm, there is still a possibility of breakthrough.

If the other party can do it, there is no reason why he can't.

This is Arthur's pride.

Open the magic book with your hand.

He continued to absorb new knowledge, and only powerful force could advance the implementation of the plan.

……

October st.

Outside a small village in the Middle River region of The Gambia.

Yesterday's heavy rain made the ground muddy, enough to submerge a person's ankles.

Bai Shi didn't want to experience what it was like to pull radishes out of the mud, so he flew lightly like a kite among the yellowing trees.

He paused, looked at the small hill in front of him, and said with his head tilted: "That's weird. You lost the bet again."