Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

In the deep and dark ancient ruins that seemed to have been forgotten, Mr. A, wearing a hood and looking as charming as a woman, stood quietly in the shadows, as quiet as a clay sculpture.

He touched his round earlobe. On his chest was a brooch with exquisite workmanship, not of the style of the Kingdom of Loen, inlaid with translucent gems like glass.

After an unknown amount of time, ripples appeared in a full-length mirror in the room, and then a slender figure in a white robe walked out of the mirror.

"Wait a moment, Ms. Despair, and let's talk about this after the people from the Loen royal family arrive."

Mr. A replied expressionlessly.

A moment later, a man wearing a gorgeous mask that looked like it was made of gold appeared in the air, floating in violation of the laws of physics. His voice was majestic and cold.

"I should have told you not to contact me unless it's necessary!"

Faced with two demigods, Mr. A, who was only a Sequence 5 "Shepherd", behaved extremely indifferently, without any fear or concession.

"I'm contacting you because I have something serious to tell you. The plan needs some minor adjustments."

"Another change?"

The man wearing the golden mask snorted coldly, and his majestic aura was gathered like a sharp sword, piercing Mr. A's face, his voice was cold.

"The God-favored ones used as hostages by the Witch Cult did not arrive in Backlund on time, and now your Aurora Society is going to revise the plan. There are many secret organizations that the Loen royal family can seek cooperation with. Do you think that yourselves are the only ones who can do this?"

If it was an ordinary Sequence 5, he would probably be shocked. However, as a "shepherd" with full attributes, and an Aurora Messenger who has been contaminated by the "True Creator", he cannot be shaken in the slightest by the majesty of the "Law Mage" alone.

Mr. A showed no sign of weakness:

"I hope you can understand that we are partners, not superiors and subordinates. Don't use the Loen royal family's attitude towards its subordinates on me. If you keep this attitude, the Aurora Society can choose not to bear your sins."

"There's no need to argue over such trivial matters. Let's get down to business."

Ms. Despair frowned and interrupted the tense conversation between the two and took the initiative to mediate.

George III used the extraordinary characteristic of "Conqueror" in his hand to cooperate with the Witch Cult, allowing them and the Aurora Society to create large-scale population deaths in order to cover up the disappearance of the population needed to build a mausoleum in the deification ceremony. All sins would be borne by the Aurora Society.

When everything is done, the Witch Church will obtain the "Conqueror" extraordinary trait, Aurora will use the accumulated resentment and harvested lives to make the "True Creator" descend, and the royal family will obtain a large number of slaves to build the mausoleum. This is a win-win situation.

Mr. A said indifferently, “We need to plan ahead, we can start in a month.”

Upon hearing this, Ms. Despair was surprised. Arranging the ceremony for the advent of the "True Creator" required a large amount of resentment, life, and flesh and blood for sacrifice. Could it be that this group of the most pious lunatics had changed their nature today and would not prepare the best environment for their Lord's advent?

"I don't have any problem with that, but are you sure you can gather enough resentment in a month to complete the ritual and let your Lord descend?"

"That's enough."

A smile appeared on Mr. A's lips, and his eyes revealed a deep sense of complacency.

What a bunch of idiots, they have no idea that our wise Lord has already escaped the blockade of the Seven Gods and walked on the earth, and they have been deceived by the superficial advent ceremony!

"Absolutely not."

The man wearing the golden mask said in a tough tone: "One month is too short a time. We can't gather enough people to build the mausoleum. The construction period will be very tight."

Mr. A, who was well prepared for this question, shook his head:

"Do you remember the strange celestial phenomenon more than half a month ago? After that day, all the Orthodox Churches and even most of the secret organizations in the entire Southern Continent and the Northern Continent began to be under martial law. The intensity of both inspections and investigations has increased a lot."

"If you want to keep what you do secret from the public and the three major churches, it's best to agree to the advance request."

"this……"

The man with the golden mask hesitated for a moment. What Mr. A said did make sense.

"But in that case, there won't be enough people."

Mr. A said calmly, "You caught those vagrants whose death would not attract much attention. They don't have healthy and strong bodies, so they will naturally work much slower."

"If you can find doctors to cure their diseases, give them enough food, warm clothes and plenty of rest, their efficiency will naturally improve."

“…”

The man wearing the golden mask was choked and speechless for a moment.

As the "sheriff" of the Kingdom of Loen, he was supposed to be the executor who ensured the safety of the people. However, he was actually advised by the notorious Aurora Society envoy who believed in evil gods to treat the people who were caught building the mausoleum well?

If the "Lawmaster" did not have extreme insight and could ensure that Mr. A was himself, he would really suspect that Mr. A had been replaced by something.

"That doesn't sound like something an Aurora Society messenger would say at all."

Mr. A ignored the ridicule and put his hands together, his eyes full of piety and longing, as if he could not wait to sacrifice his life at any time.

He murmured praise:

"For God so loves the world, everything the Lord does is a test."

After seeing this scene, Ms. Despair and the Loen royal family representative withdrew their gazes and stopped looking at Mr. A with doubtful eyes.

The "True Creator" is a mad god, and the Aurora Society is well-known for its madness, so it is normal for them to occasionally say things that are inconsistent with their usual behavior.

"It's too cumbersome to hire doctors and prepare more supplies. I will use the 'Law' to drain their life and make them overloaded with work."

The tone of the law mage wearing a golden mask was filled with indifference to life:

"Anyway, after the mausoleum is built, those people will need to be buried with it to keep it secret."

He stepped back and disappeared into the space gap behind him.

"The royal demigod is so arrogant and self-centered."

Ms. Despair smiled and shook her head, then walked towards the mirror. When she was about to step into the mirror, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and glanced at Mr. A with a half-smile, her eyes carrying an ambiguous attitude, and her voice was soft:

"Your words just now seemed to be intentionally guiding the person in charge of the royal family to say something, is that right?"

Mr. A raised his head slightly, and there was no expression on his face, which was so beautiful that it was more beautiful than most women.

Ms. Despair curled her lips and looked at the exquisite ornament on Mr. A's chest:

"As a woman who knows how to dress herself, I am sensitive to the attire of people I know. You didn't seem to be wearing anything like this the last few times we met."

Doubts gradually covered the ground along with the cold frost. Lady Despair paced forward with a sweet smile and a flirtatious tone.

"Is there something hidden in here, huh?"

Mr. A did not refute, but directly pulled off the pendant on his chest and threw it over.

Such a frank attitude made Ms. Despair frown, feeling a little surprised, wondering if she had guessed wrong.

She stroked the pendant twice, sensing its abnormality, but found nothing special. She smiled and threw the pendant back.

"I'm sorry, I guessed wrong, but I don't think you are really bound to the royal family."

She smiled and sighed, "When the incident is over, the royal family will definitely expel us since we have lost our usefulness. By then, the Witch Church and the Aurora Society may cooperate."

"We'll talk about it later."

Mr. A replied coldly, and added silently in his heart.

If there is any future for the Witch Cult.

He put the pendant back on, and a transparent, illusory ancient book appeared in front of him, followed by a distant and ethereal voice:

“I came, I saw, I recorded.”

The book flipped rapidly, freezing on one page, and then burst into a light blue and illusory light, engulfing him completely.

…

Backlund, in the secret organization's room.

Lu Ke sat on the chair where Mr. A sat last time, and swayed leisurely with his legs crossed. A figure quickly appeared in the air in front of him.

It was Mr. A wearing a hood.

As soon as he appeared, he knelt down without any hesitation, removed the strange decorations used to attract attention, and touched the round earlobe covered by the shadow hood with his right hand, applying force with his five fingers.

tear——

The ear was torn off along with blood, but Mr. A seemed not to feel the pain. He took out a small round bead from his ear and handed it over tremblingly.

Lu Ke took the bead and injected a trace of spirituality into it. The bead instantly burst into light and displayed the scene that Mr. A had just experienced in the air.

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We have obtained the evidence of the collusion between the Loen royal family and the evil cult organization. These things will come in handy at the critical moment.

He nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Well done."

“It is my honor to be able to contribute even a little to the Lord.”

Mr. A's breathing became heavier, and he crawled even lower, with his entire face pressed to the ground. He was shaking uncontrollably with excitement, and Lu Ke got goose bumps just from looking at him.

What kind of a mess has the real Creator made his people into?

It's a bit perverted!

He looked at the darkening sky, put away the beads and was about to leave when he heard Mr. A's devout prayer.

"Great Lord, when can I pray to you again? I am very sad that I have not heard your holy words these past few days."

After the Lord's incarnation revealed his identity, he was forbidden to pray to the original body. The Lord had his own plans, and he dared not and was not qualified to ask the reason. However, for a devout believer, it is always extremely painful not to receive the Lord's holy teachings.

Lu Ke glanced at the devout fanatic obscurely, raised his chin, and chuckled:

"Don't worry, when this is over I will send you to the Kingdom of God, so you can always be with the Lord."

…

At seven o'clock in the evening, the moonlight was obscured by clouds and fog, becoming pale and dim.

Luke walked back to his apartment in the Zouvert district under the moonlight.

Pushing open the door, the bright gas light illuminated the living room. Fors was curled up on the sofa like a lazy leopard, seemingly asleep. Xio was reading a book under the light, with a focused and serious expression.

The whole picture has a touch of warmth under the yellowish light.

"You're back. Have you eaten yet?"

Hearing the noise, Xio briefly put down the book and smiled at him.

"have eaten."

Luke sat on the couch, feeling his body sinking into the soft cushions, and closed his eyes.

Today was indeed a busy day. In the morning, I had a negotiation with the Goddess of Night. At noon, I was promoted to Sequence 5 "Mystic Instructor" and released the Red Angel Medici. In the afternoon, I went to the Tarot Club and made an appointment with Audrey.

After that, he felt that he still had plenty of time, so he went to Mr. A again and collected evidence of the Loen royal family's crimes through his identity.

I'm not that tired physically, just a little tired mentally.

When Luke closed his eyes to rest, Xio walked behind him and gently squeezed his shoulders, as if trying to help him relieve his fatigue.

"I thought you'd be scared."

During the "interrogation", Luke confessed to Xio his plan to destroy the royal family, take over the Kingdom of Loen, and unify the continent.

A normal person would think that this idea is crazy.

"If you can do it, why should I be afraid? If you can't do it, why should I be afraid?"

Xio spoke calmly, his expression became solemn and dignified, and he said very seriously:

“Besides, I also want to do something for this country.”

In her experience as an "arbitrator", she has seen too many injustices. The world lacks an arbitrator who can make most people abide by the law.

She wasn't sure if she could satisfy most people, but it would definitely be more satisfying than the current one, so why not give it a try.

After a moment of silence, Quinn paused in his massage, his tone gentler than usual.

"Go take a shower and rest in bed."

"Um."

Lu Ke nodded, took his clean clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he saw a big bulge in the quilt on the bed.

Xio poked her head out, revealing her snow-white shoulders without any clothes. The dignity she had when she spoke just now had faded, leaving only the shyness of a young girl:

"I didn't let you enjoy yourself this morning. I heard that's not good for your health."

Luke was stunned for a moment, feeling a little guilty for some reason. He had actually found a way to vent his emotions, and he had already digested the extraordinary characteristics of the Witch of Pleasure, so it seemed unnecessary...

No, it's not that he likes astringency because he becomes a Witch of Pleasure, but he chooses to become a Witch of Pleasure because he likes astringency.

Cause and effect cannot be reversed!

Lu Ke figured it out and relaxed. He pulled off the towel, slowly got into bed, and hugged the hot Hugh from behind.

With a sound that sounded like crying and whimpering, like satisfaction and admiration, and like joy and melancholy, he rubbed Xio's head with satisfaction.

"You're in great shape today, Hugh."

Xio shook her sweaty head in denial, her face red as blood. It was all because of that strange book Fors showed her!

In the hazy and dreamy light, a white arm covered with sweat stretched out and touched the switch of the kerosene lamp, but it was wrapped by another big hand just halfway, and after struggling for a few times, it was helplessly withdrawn.

As if her soul was intoxicated by the joy, Xio tried hard to hook her legs around Luke's sturdy waist and abdomen. She was swept away by the beast-like movements to the point that she had to give up all resistance. When she was about to sink, she suddenly saw her good friend Fors walk in through the locked door. She immediately tensed her body and was drowned in the overwhelming shame.

"hiss!"

His breathing became heavier, and Xio looked at Fors with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed and annoyed.

"Fors, you...why did you come in again?"

My friend licked his lips, walked towards the bed with an excited look, and squeezed in with his long legs.

"It's okay, Quinn. I'm not here to break you up."