I, the god, recruit witches to make money

"Really? What a pity." Komatsu Yoshiko shrugged, picked up a bottle of wine and drank it, complaining bitterly: "Baldy, I am really heartbroken by Shitang."

"Everyone says I'm not bald, you love-brained woman."

Gao Mujiao corrected the other party's address again, and said: "It's almost time for you to give up. Master Genjiro is devoted to training and has no intention of falling in love.

Especially in the current situation, the seventh realm wants to break through to the eighth realm, and the eighth realm wants to break through to the ninth realm. Everyone wants to climb up, so who has the time to think about those things?"

"Woo, what should I do then?"

Yoshiko Komatsu lay on the table, crying her eyes out. She just wanted to find a good man to marry, so why was it so troublesome?

Fujiwara Ryugen pretended not to see it and continued staring at the bedroom door.

Kaku Takagi and Ren Aono continued to clink their glasses.

Seeing no one coming forward to comfort her, Komatsu Yoshiko, who was lying prone, felt very sad about the indifference of men and continued to drink bitter wine, "Damn it, all men are bad."

"Don't fire randomly." Gao Mujiao looked helpless.

In the bedroom, Jianju took out the skull necklace given by Shiraishi from the bedside table and squeezed it.

I injected more spiritual power, but there was no response.

As expected, it doesn't work from a distance... She thought to herself, and vaguely saw something in the skull's eyes.

She moved closer out of curiosity, and suddenly a three-dimensional image popped up on the skull, "Woo wow."

Jian Ju quickly took two steps back, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest, and he glared and cursed, "Asshole, you want to scare me to death!"

"Haha."

The skull laughed loudly. It was a familiar voice. Bai Shi said slowly, "I saw that you were at home and didn't look like you were in danger, so I wanted to play a joke on you. What do you want from me?"

"The high priest led his men to the Shura Realm and killed Gustavo. He is suspected to be holding a descent ceremony. George and the others want you to come back and take charge."

Jian Ju briefly explained the current situation.

"Oh, I'm busy. Let me finish my work here. If there's any accident, just pinch the skull and a hero will surely fall from the sky."

"Hey, you're such a narcissist."

Jian Ju complained about his words, but couldn't help but smile, and said cheerfully: "Then I will reply to them like this."

"Ah."

The skull responded and dissipated into the air.

Jian Ju turned and walked out of the bedroom door, shrugged and said, "Bai Shi doesn't want to come back yet. He wants to deal with the things in the United States first. You don't have to worry. If something really happens, he can come back in time."

"Really? That's the only way." Fujiwara Ryugen touched his nose.

Komatsu Yoshiko winked wildly.

Jian Ju understood her bestie's thoughts immediately and said helplessly, "Since you're here, do you want to have a drink?"

"Forget it, take your time drinking. I still need to report the results to George and the others."

Fujiwara Ryugen is not stupid. Why would Magiku, who doesn't like him very much, invite him out for a drink for no reason?

If he wanted to drink, he could just ask someone else.

"Ok."

Jian Ju didn't force it and gave Komatsu Yoshiko a helpless look.

……

Fujiwara Ryugen returned to the round table to report.

George and the others were very satisfied with this answer. They said nothing and continued to study the body of Queen Saskia of the West.

It’s not about dissecting corpses, that kind of early research has come to an end.

They are currently trying to find a way to transform Saskia's body into a resource that can be used by everyone.

Everything about the monsters has not been purified and is extremely poisonous to humans.

The usual methods of purifying monsters are completely ineffective when used to purify the Monster King.

Arthur tried hundreds of experiments, including but not limited to enhancing the original method of purifying monsters, discussing and deducing with others, but he still couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

……

Inside the cold laboratory, magic formulas are engraved on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

The dissected Saskia lay quietly on the table, the filthy demonic energy infecting the ritual.

Every once in a while, Arthur would move Saskia's body to another laboratory.

Re-engrave the magic spells in the house to ensure that the spells that trap the evil energy will not fail.

The demonic energy of the ninth realm is too tricky.

Arthur and the others put on protective clothing similar to space suits, except that the part on the hands was quite thin to ensure their hands' flexibility.

After putting on the protective suit, everyone entered the door one by one.

This was not the first time Arthur came in, but he was still shocked by the powerful demonic energy emitted by the other party. His breathing became lighter and lighter. "Where should we start today? My suggestion is to start with the blood."

"Every time there's blood, but nothing is done. They still start from the hands."

Peter yelled seemingly petulantly.

George held the opposite opinion and said, "It is better to be focused than distracted. Only if we work together can we purify Saskia's body as soon as possible and carry out our next plan."

Peter remained silent. He was a selfish man and had never yielded to Saskia. He simply did not want to work for anyone.

Only by being your own boss can you get the biggest profits.

He wanted to study the hand, that is, to own every part of the hand.

But George's words make sense.

"Tsk, let's start with blood."

……

A few days later, Perth.

A blizzard enveloped the area.

The altar built of ice is square in shape and is located in the center of the formation.

The immortal species and human transcendents who revealed their original forms all wore robes made of white snow.

The white snow rolled in the wind. The believers of the Winter God Sect knelt on one knee with their heads lowered. No one dared to look up.

God cannot be looked at directly.

Unlike in the past, this time the high priest asked the God of Winter to stay away from the inner world and stay in the Shura world.

If it were the United States, it would take a long period of transformation before the world could bear the coming of the God of Winter.

The Shura world itself was extremely rich in spiritual energy. When No. 6 started the transformation, No. 9 had already completed it.

The high priest raised his arms high and shouted.

No one could hear it clearly; that ancient and obscure language did not seem to belong to humans.

Shaking the snow and wind.

Awe makes believers bow their heads more devoutly to welcome the coming of the God of Winter.

"!" The high priest raised his head and spread his arms. The falling of the last syllable made the altar tremble, and a dazzling beam of light shot through the lead-colored clouds.

It is like the holy light from heaven, gathering all the light and color in the world here.

And in the light, a huge, snow-white figure emerged. Its specific face could not be seen clearly, but from the outline of its body, it could be roughly classified as a female god.

Narcissa, the goddess of winter, has come to this world.

The snow and wind cheered.

Every believer can feel his or her own divine power sending out joy and dependence to the invisible being, like the feelings a newborn baby has for its mother.

The high priest knelt on one knee, his usually cold face no longer able to contain his joy, "God, we have finally waited for you."

"High Priest, you did a great job."

Narcissa's voice was ethereal, but it did not travel far.

Those believers who lacked divine power would probably be twisted into an indescribable mass of tentacles upon hearing His voice.

"Everything is in accordance with your instructions." The high priest said with a respectful tone.

Narcissa said slowly: “Next, let us go to the fortress built by humans here to welcome new believers.

We must hasten the establishment of the Kingdom of God on earth.”

"Yes."

The high priest replied respectfully.

Standing up, he turned around and faced the crowd of believers under the altar. The high priest waved his right hand, letting his voice spread far and wide, "God has a will to establish a kingdom of God on earth in the Shura Realm.

To do this, we need to recruit more new believers, starting with the fortresses where humans are! "

“Willing to fight for God!”

All the believers shouted in unison.

The wind and snow increased sharply.

The high priest looked into the distance, as if he could see the wall.

……

There are always people on duty on the outer walls of the City of Dawn, responsible for guarding the surroundings.

The round table arrangement is often composed of soldiers in powerful mechas and monsterized soldiers, together with extraordinary people who observe the enemy situation.

Jack lives in a dormitory on the second floor inside the wall.

He once won the K-one tournament and obtained supreme worldly glory, but he was also lost in the times with the update of powerful mechas.

Nowadays, willpower is not the key to determining strength, but the model of powerful mecha is.

Jack's body had been eroded by the powerful mechas of the old era and could not adapt to the powerful mechas of the new era. It was natural for him to be abandoned and eliminated.

A squad leader was the highest position he could achieve.

But Jack didn't care about those things. He was filled with hatred for the high priest, and he never slacked off in his training day after day.

"Hey, Jack, are you working out again? It's a rare shift, there's no need to be so exhausted, let's go have a drink together."

"Haha, you don't need to pay attention to him, this guy is just a weirdo."

His roommates knew that Jack would not go, but they still pretended that it was his first time, saying the same repetitive, mechanical words every day for fun in making fun of him.

Sweat fell to the ground.

Jack ignored their voices as usual and continued to count silently in his mind, adding one more push-up than usual today.

The small steps of strengthening and progress are what keep him going.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. A man appeared at the door of the dormitory and said in a deep voice, "Captain Jack, I have a secret experiment to ask you."

"Can I get stronger?" Jack stopped doing push-ups and looked up to ask.

The officer in charge of delivering the message showed a hint of interest on his face. This kind of fierce look like a lone wolf is exactly the talent that the superiors need. "Better than you can imagine."

“Then I’m willing to participate.”

Jack stood up from the ground, sweating profusely, his slightly thin cheeks making his already angular face look a little colder and harder.

"Put on your clothes and follow me."

Jack turned around and picked up a towel to wipe his sweat casually, then put on a dark green military uniform and a powerful mecha belt.

Stride out of the dormitory door.

The light outside was bright and the corridor looked heavy and rocky.

After all, we live within the wall.

……

As for the names of the four walls, the round table did not have a specific name. There were many names for them privately, but for the soldiers, simple and popular names were easier to remember than sophisticated names.