"Eye Worshiping Cult...Ancient Evil Things..."

After walking out of the Night Palace, Sulu thought about the Chris Empire's "big plan" and deduced various possibilities.

The Empire and the White Eagle Federation have long been in a state of war, and war is originally used to do everything possible.

As for Ms. Guanghui’s anger?

There are also five people here, perhaps six people of the eighth level true gods.

What's more, gods and churches are not the same.

Those gods who are lofty may not care about the life or death of humans in a certain world.

‘But Ms. Glory is different… This is an important node in the world that He hopes to occupy, and the level of attention is very high… It is also the key to competing with the demon…’

‘It seems that... there may not be no demonic push behind this matter?’

‘If this is the case, even if the Federation has the support of Ms. Glory, it will be difficult to resist this level of doom…’

Due to the vast nature of the main world, the water here is also very deep.

Even if you become a demigod, you are only a seventh-level profession and you cannot do as much as you want.

Suddenly, his mind moved: "Doom...I had a premonition of Sean... [Emperor of Disaster]..."

Sean once said that this profession is a symbol of bad luck, and Sulu can guess the rituals.

The blood sacrifice of [The King of Necromancer] is only part of it, and part of it is a huge disaster of misfortune!

"So that's it... Sean himself can be regarded as a disaster star... but it is unlikely that the ritual of the [Emperor of Obedience] attracts this level of true god disaster, but it should be said that... the disaster omen of ancient evil things may attract Sean to go over, and he will get the ritual and be promoted by the way... So, as long as I look at him, I can find the place where the ancient evil things come?"

I have to say that this is really in line with Sean's usual style before, always bringing bad luck to the people around him, but he can get some benefits from it.

"But... after I rescued him this time, he must have entered Ms. Yue's sight. This is another bad luck..."

Sulu's eyes looked into the void, and seemed to see the White Eagle Federation directly.

...

White Eagle Federation.

Sean was wearing a black windbreaker and his hat was pressed down very low, leaving a large shadow on his face.

The zombie behind him disappeared and was hidden in some strange spirit.

After all, walking with a dead person is troublesome.

Some special spirits also have the effect of "preserving freshness", which can ensure that Bolon is in its best state and is fully utilized at critical moments.

He walked to the entrance of a private club department and showed his ID.

"Welcome!"

This was actually a secret contact point for the Eleventh Bureau. The tuxedo waiter dressed by intelligence personnel immediately bowed and invited Sean to a secret compartment.

The interior of the compartment is quite simple, with only a sofa and a table, but after Sean opened the secret compartment, a radio transceiver emerged.

A dripping sound rang out immediately.

"Your account has been deposited with your latest salary and bonus, but don't forget the next task..."

After translating the telegram through the exclusive password book, Sean's expression changed: "Shit... I just escaped from a terrible accident, I need a vacation!"

But he knew very well that the Federation is in a situation where the "demons dance around".

Since the announcement of the extraordinary appearance, professionals have not only worked hard for a large number of people to become professionals through various channels.

Various other mysterious and religious activities also began to explode in one breath. I don’t know how many evil gods, pseudo gods, and demons participated in it. It was a complete carnival, which made the federal agents run away.

At this time, many people already had a lot of resentment towards the MPs who proposed the bill.

But that is not all the other party’s responsibility, because it is a proposal passed by everyone together.

"From this perspective... the Chris Empire's attitude towards extraordinary is more appropriate, cautious, and restrained... It's a pity that we can't go back."

Sean sighed and continued to receive the telegram.

What he is going to deal with this time is an extraordinary case in the city of Conoroder, involving the worship of evil gods, but it is very likely that it is a false god.

Even so, it was not a problem that ordinary agents in the 11th Bureau could handle, so it fell on him.

"Next time, I must pay overtime."

Sean lit the secretly written telegram and walked out of the compartment.

"Sir... Is there anything else to serve you?" The tuxedo attendant was guarding the door. After seeing it, he immediately stepped forward and asked.

"I want a comfortable and clean room, have a good rest, and have a great dinner... Well, besides that, help me prepare something: 50 grams of gold, 5 grams of mercury, rosemary, candles, sacrificial silverware for the church standard part..."

This is a occult item in the usual sense, and it has been very popular in the federal market recently.

“No problem.”

The waiter's face answered unchangedly.

Not to mention that Sean was a big shot, even ordinary people in the club were mixed with many mystics enthusiasts, and it was not eye-catching to ask for preparation of similar things.

...

After a few hours.

After taking a nap, Sean got up, took a shower happily, and started to enjoy a big meal in the room in his bathrobe.

The main dish is stewed lamb, and the rest are steak, foie gras, golden caviar... and wine imported from the Chris Empire.

"Huh... I have to say that in some old wineries, the strength of the Federation is still far inferior to that of the ancient empires."

Sean drank the red wine in the goblet with satisfaction and sighed: "I also saw many young girls outside... It's a pity that I can't call in, it would damage my legendary professional image. Alas... I've sacrificed too much for it."

After asking the waiter to clean up the dining table, Sean closed the door and prepared for a ceremony.

He wanted to divine the scene of a possible major disaster in the Federation and prepare for promotion to the sixth level.

"Sulu has long been the sixth level of genius, so I can't lose to him... And, without the same strength as him, how can he pull him out of the belief of the evil god?"

Sean muttered a few words: "I am such a good roommate."

After confirming that there was no surveillance around him, he pulled up the curtains to keep the room in a dim environment.

Meanwhile, he lit candles and sprinkled spices.

"That great bad luck..."

"I sacrifice to you...please show it to me..."

"Let me know the convergence point of bad luck nearby..."

Sean started singing slowly.

If Beatreth is the one favored by ‘death’, then he is the one favored by ‘doom’.
Chapter completed!