I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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In the afternoon, Lingping had just eaten and was picking his teeth.

Today he had seafood risotto.

The taste is okay!

Just...

It seems that the flavor is insufficient!

However, it is already very good to be able to find a takeaway that is not unpleasant these years.

Throw the toothpick into the trash can, Lingping picked up the phone, and brushed up the micro-book routinely.

Today's Internet is calm.

Most of the hot searches on the micro-books are mostly celebrities' drafts.

The male and female celebrities are busy fighting for beauty.

Lingping looked at it and was about to turn it off, but found a news published by the city government on the local news channel at the bottom of the hot search ranking.

"Jiangcheng and Lincolnshire in Butania have concluded a sister city agreement!"

Spiritually scratched his head: "Lincolnshire?"

Generally speaking, the imperial people's knowledge of foreign countries is extremely shallow.

Many people simply don't know how many countries are there in this world?

The same is true for spiritual peace.

He is a little confused even the nations of the world.

But Lincolnshire?

"Hometown of the Newtonian Bachelor?" He was stunned.

The Bachelor of Newton is one of the most familiar Gentiles to the people of the Federation.

He is an undisputed genius.

The founder of modern physics and mathematics.

The various disciplines he created are still the basic theories guiding science.

The people of the Federation have respected and admired knowledgeable people since ancient times.

Knowledgeable people have always been respected in this country.

Therefore, the Bachelor of Newton received all the honors he could get in the Federal Empire.

Emperor Shi, Honorary Head of the Knights of Confucius and Mencius, Lifetime Honorary Dean of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, Hereditary A, Dean of the Institute of Nature and Physics, and Vice Dean of Datong College...

His portrait is hung in almost all schools.

Therefore, every member of the Federation knows that this academician is a sage from Butania from Qin Lu.

His hometown is Lincolnshire.

just……

"Jiangcheng and the hometown of Newtonian scholars form sister cities?"

"How is this connected?"

Clicking on the news, Lingping knew immediately that this matter is not simple.

Because, at the signing ceremony, Butania’s ambassador to the Federation and representatives of the Butania royal family were also present in person.

This is enough proof that Butania attaches great importance to this!

just……

Lingping can't understand why this Jiangcheng has something to do with Butania?

Even let them not hesitate to sacrifice the god card from Newton University to endorse it!

"Forget it..." Lingping simply didn't think about it, because it had nothing to do with him anyway.

……………………

Akado was wearing a tuxedo and holding a wine glass, leaning against a corner of the reception.

He looked at the scene coldly, the people pushing their cups.

The corner of his mouth slowly overflowed with a smile.

"This is a poison pill wrapped in honey!" He mocked, the two smiling faces of two diplomats who looked like brothers in front of the reporters.

"Accado..." Ingurat frowned his beautiful brows lightly: "What do you mean?"

"There is a famous saying in the East, taking short hands and being soft..."

"Some things are difficult to stop once they start!"

"Especially this country is so powerful!"

"Once you fully cooperate with them... things are no longer under control..."

He turned his head and looked at his mistress: "Little Master, have you learned the siphon effect?"

Ingula nodded.

"This Eastern country is a huge magnet for all other countries!"

"If you get closer, you will be firmly absorbed..."

"Only staying away is the only way not to be absorbed!"

"Southern countries..."

"Silla, Fusang..."

"It's all like this..."

"The best talents, like metal shavings from a magnet, continue to invest in the embrace of this country..."

"The Datong School says that the world is the public..."

"The Republicans say that everyone is like a dragon..."

"There is always one that suits people!"

This is why this Eastern country still leads the world even though it does not use its swords.

They closed their fists under their robe.

Etiquette and ethics replaced tanks and airplanes, and regarded culture and ideas as nuclear bombs and space-based weapons.

In the sweet words, everyone is involuntarily stuck in it.

Therefore, they don't need to balance offshore, they can also sit and watch the turbulence and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Ingulat listened, but didn't quite understand.

"Nanyang countries, Fusang and Silla, is there anything wrong with the current life?" she asked back.

In the past, she didn't know, because the eastern world was relatively closed.

Even with the Internet, it will be impossible to communicate due to differences in text and language.

However, as she began to learn and understand the situation in the Eastern world.

She already knew.

In the eastern countries, because there is a giant existence.

Therefore, all countries do not need any armaments.

Their safety is guaranteed by the country under their feet.

The spirit called benevolence and righteousness guides the order of the Eastern world.

A difficult one, P Plus support.

At the end of the summer of this year, Nanyang disaster, the Federal Empire used a large amount of material aid.

Even directly dispatched troops to assist in disaster relief.

After the disaster relief was completed, immediately retreated without stopping.

In normal times, the Empire’s cheap grains, industrial products, and medicines were sold at extremely low prices.

Even the poor can have a full stomach.

In order to encourage countries to export, this country has a series of laws to protect and assist countries in their development.

Therefore, for the first time in the past 300 years, the eastern countries do not need to worry about war, famine and plague.

Backed by this great country, everyone can enjoy the dividends of peace and development.

compare to……

The Qin and Lu countries are bleeding and fighting endlessly.

Military expenditures occupy more than 10% of the budget all the year round.

Northern Qinlu’s military expenditures have continued to skyrocket.

Therefore, Ingulat felt that if he could establish a cooperative relationship with this country.

So, for Butania, this is a good thing.

Even if Butania accounts for only one percent of this huge market, it is enough to plunge the national economy into prosperity.

Arcado looked at his naive little master and shook his head.

This little master, although early and smart.

But after all, I still don't know the danger of this world.

Ingulat asked: "Accado, are you still jealous?"

Arcado took the wine glass, shook his head, and nodded again.

He squatted down, looked into Ingulat's eyes, and said to her: "My little master...you are still young..."

"I don't know the ugliness and danger among adults!"

He certainly has hatred for this country!

In a sense, Lord of the Blood River is actually a product of the Hundred Years' War.

His main body was originally a general.

From the generals on the battlefield of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

He can no longer remember the specific memory of his predecessor.

Only vaguely remembered, surrounded...

Tens of thousands of people were surrounded.

The dragon flag was dancing, and all artillery pieces were pushed up.

The panicked soldiers yelled and frustrated.

They have been betrayed.

Reinforcements will not come.

Under the banner of Saint George and the Lily, soldiers from Butania and France lined up in despair, braving artillery fire, and stepping on drums.

The smoke filled with gunpowder, and the cannon roared.

There were corpses all over the battlefield, bleeding and drifting.

The blood, flowing through the gully, finally gathered together.

That's where he was born in the first place.

A betrayed army.

A slaughtered battlefield.

anger!despair!Bloodthirsty!Crazy!

Countless remnants are wailing.

He was conceived from the depths of the blood sea, born from the dead on the battlefield.

Therefore, after the recovery, I am determined to take revenge.

Recalling these, Akado's eyes gradually became muddy.

but……

For more than two hundred years, although he is committed to this.

But repeatedly defeated.

I've already been beaten and lose my temper.

In the Holy League, after being forced or voluntarily dissolved.

He already understood that revenge against this country is impossible.

He is a monster!

But it is a rare patriotic monster.

His soul, his spirit, and his thoughts have all been carved into Butania.

In particular, his two-hundred-year operation in the Northern Zhou Dynasty was smashed.

I witnessed another of the same kind who also crawled out of the battlefield, the Duke of Hell, after being pinched to death like an ant in this land.

He has actually turned to reality and reason.

This is also part of his spirituality from Butania at work.

Butanians have only benefited since ancient times.

Because of this, he was worried.

Ingulat, where do you know this?

She looked at Akado's expression and asked, "Since Akado, you don't like it... you can obviously object to it..."

The Lord of the Blood River is the guardian of Butania.

Therefore, Lord Blood River has the power to veto all treaties and laws.

This is determined by his strength.

What he did not agree with, Butania did not dare to agree.

Akado laughed bitterly: "Is it useful if I object?"

"Besides, I also have to agree!"

As long as this city in this country, there is still the trace of the bookstore owner.

Butania can only move closer!

Because without joining, there is no future!

Originally, the technology and economy of this country, and even the extraordinary power, were already outstanding leaders.

It has opened up the generation gap with other countries.

If they get further help from the bookstore owner.

Then...

The future of Butania will be bleak.

Real interests force Butania to choose to join with it.

Just like in the Hundred Years' War, after hitting the back and suffering numerous casualties, Butania was the first to compromise.

Even before...

Arcado looked at the portrait hanging in the reception.

The portrait of the Newtonian bachelor...

Without the consent of the Butania royal family, how could the invaluable treasure of this kingdom come to this country?

Although there are legends, it is because the emperor of this country exchanged gold ten times the weight of a Newtonian scholar.

A game of golden horse bones.

however……

At that time, the two countries were belligerents!

No matter how faint the queen is, how could she agree for the mere gold?

Thinking of this, Arcado thought of reality again.

He thought of the Qin and Lu kingdoms, and said to Ingulat: "From today on..."

"My little master, you must be very careful..."

"Our enemy will not let you go!"

Butania has been the rebellion of Qin Luzhong since ancient times.

In the past two hundred years, it has been a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of the White Bone Church.

The emperor of France looked wild, breaking his halberd and sinking into the sand.

The dream of Prussia has ended in Paris.

The crown of Habsburg has landed...

These are all good things for Butania.

In the past, the Bone Church was willing to endure.

It is because Butania is at least a'rebellious'.

but now……

In the eyes of the Bone Church, Butania may have become a'traitor'.

A traitor who is more hated than the heretics of Northern Qinlu!

Catch the thief first and catch the king.

As the core figure in maintaining the relationship between the Lord of the Blood River and Butania, Ingulat is naturally the target of being targeted.

The assassin of the Bone Church might already be on the way.

Ingula nodded.

She is familiar with this.

Since she was sensible, she has been shrouded in the shadow of assassins.

The assassins of the Bone Church were thinking about assassinating her all the time.

Her ancestors also basically died in the assassination of the Bone Church!

Including her ancestor, once Qin Lu's greatest demon hunter-Fan Haixin!

Born in the Bone Church, but betrayed the priest of the Bone Church.

"After a while, I might leave you..." Arcado said.

"Your safety, I have asked General Song Sihui..."

Akado took out a talisman from his arms and handed it to Ingulat: "Take it with you..."

"It will protect you!"

This is the talisman painted by the governor of this country.

At the critical moment, you can resist the full blow of an admiral!

………………………………

Church of the Coot.

The most important sacred place in Qin Lu.

Countless human bones are decorated here with chandeliers, walls, candlesticks and icons.

Tens of thousands of bones constitute the outline of this sanctuary.

This church, which is supposed to be creepy, is not half evil.

Instead, the sacredness and solemnity are everywhere.

Especially now.

The wave of aura recovery is constantly washing the world.

The sacred sacred glory is flowing on every bone here.

That is the Lord's affirmation of the dedication of His followers.

It is also the omnipotent Father, his love for his children and the Lamb.

Qin Lu people regard death as sacred.

They believe that after death they will step into heaven and be with the Lord.

Therefore, devout believers take the honor of dedicating the bones to the church.

Moreover, this is not something ordinary people can do.

Only the most devout believers or nobles, kings, priests can have the qualifications.

And in the White Bone Church, there are the bones of several kings.

The spirits of these believers after their death haunt the church inside and outside.

Their pious beliefs stirred up a psychic storm in resonance.

On the cross, chants burst.

It seems that the eyes of the Lord, the omniscient eye, are watching here.

The bishop with gray beard, holding his scepter with a slight twitch, passed through the believers who were praying.

He walked to the holy throne.

Above the holy seat, the brilliance of the archangel slowly appeared.

That is the messenger of the Lord!

Michael!

King of Angels!

The bishop knelt down before him.

Leading the priests, began to recite poems praising the King of Angels.

In the chant, the consciousness of the King of Angels began to recover.

He hung down his divine wings, covering everyone.

These are His lambs.

So He knew.

"heresy!"

The will of the King of Angels, like the waves of the ocean, swept through everyone's heart.

"Must die!"

Thus, a feather fell off.

It fell on a priest, and the feather fell into the hands of the priest and transformed into a spear.

Holy artifact!

The Gun of Longinus!

A gun stained with the blood of the Son of God!

Carrying the gun of sin!

Also the gun of salvation!