I'm a priest in North America, and I'm my own god.

"Then let me ask again, if Mr. Chen, an Eastern god, goes to the American continent to become a righteous person, will there be any loss to the East?

Similar to luck and so on. "

It seems that this Mr. Song is really idle on weekdays. If he hadn't noticed that when he wanted to touch his armor, he pricked his finger hard with a needle, I would have thought that he only read novels and did not study or train!

But Chen Yuan still gave an explanation.

"Well, since Mr. Song likes reading Honghuangliu novels so much, he should have read it. In the Honghuangliu novels, Saint Zhunti ferried three thousand mortals from Jiejiao to the West, stealing the luck of the East for the barren West.

Is that why you have such worries? "

Mr. Song laughed awkwardly: "I am indeed a little worried. After all, luck in the novel is not only related to the mythical world, but also the human world."

Chen Yuan thought for a while, wondering how to give an example.

"It's like Master Zhunti crossing over three thousand mortal guests from Jiejiao.

The three thousand mortal guests are all famous immortals in the East, disciples of Tongtian Saint, one of the three major religions.

Metaphorically speaking in the mortal world, they are like the three thousand rich people who rank at the top of the Forbes list, or the talented physicists who graduated from Qingbei.

But they all immigrated, taking their wealth and talents with them.

Just like those three thousand mortal guests, it took a lot of spiritual energy, elixirs, elixirs, elixirs, and luck to cultivate these talented immortals. When they entered the West, they became the foundation of the West.

Correspondingly, Dongfang is missing a large part of its heritage, you can understand it this way. "

When Mr. Song heard this, he felt it was very reasonable, and that seemed to be the case.

"But the Heavenly Soldiers were different in the past. The roots of the Heavenly Soldiers are still in the east and in the Heavenly Court. Going to that place to seal it up means bringing that place under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.

The luck over there will converge to the east!

Because the court of the Heavenly Soldiers is here!

There is no need to worry about the betrayal of the heavenly soldiers. They will not be seduced and betrayed like the three thousand mortal guests of Jiejiao.

The enthronement of heavenly soldiers requires merit as the basis, and merit and military exploits can enhance the divine status.

The merit system is only suitable for one kind of people, that is, Easterners. Apart from Easterners, nowhere else does the merit system exist.

The group on Mount Olympus is talking about blood, whether it is Allah or Christ Jehovah, they are talking about faith.

On Odin's side, he is most likely talking about blood.

Only Easterners talk about merit, but where does merit come from?

Do meritorious service to the human world, meritorious service to the world of Kyushu, and meritorious service to the entire human race in the world.

But in fact, the core is still meritorious to Easterners!

Of course, gods also believe in incense, but this is not the foundation. The most fundamental thing is the root of the merit system, which is in the East. "

Mr. Song nodded and probably understood. Of course, he would not believe everything. He would definitely go back to check the information and ask some people who knew about it.

Because the hotel has arrived.

They quickly found a reception room in the hotel, and then America's people began to enter the negotiation hurriedly. Mr. Song and others were responsible for recording the negotiation with cameras and notebooks, similar to witnesses.

"Mr. Chen Yuan, or I can call you Father Ryan, ten blocks in Brooklyn have fallen into the hands of ghosts, and countless lives have been lost.

Hexagon asked Father Ryan to help contact your gods. America needs the help of the gods and someone to help us eliminate those ghosts. "

The person who spoke was a woman, and she was quite beautiful, with a delicate face, tall and slender face.

He doesn't look like a spokesman for Hexagon, but a white-collar worker who just graduated from college.

Judging from the look in her eyes, if Mr. Song and the others weren't here, this woman might have used a beauty trap.

Of course, all this is just Chen Yuan's guess.

He smiled and stretched out his hand: "I thought you would shake my hand politely first and then introduce your name. This would be a bit rude to us Orientals!"

"Monica, Monica Adams is now the person in charge of contacting you on behalf of the Hexagon. These are my working group members. Do you need to introduce them to you one by one?"

The beauty took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions.

"Nice to meet you, Monica!"

Chen Yuan spread his hands: "You should have known before taking this job that the gods I worshiped were willing to help in the early stage, and we were already ready to go.

Even weapons and armor are ready.

All it takes is a letter of credence from the Hexagon asking for help.

But Hexagon clearly doesn't need our help, or he's put himself in the wrong position, or he doesn't have the safety of people in Brooklyn at heart. "

Monica asked directly and straightforwardly: "You can ignore the shit in the Hexagon and directly state the conditions for going to Brooklyn to eliminate those ghosts.

Any conditions can be stated first and let us consider! "

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, stared at the Monica in front of him, who was not sure whether he was specially selected for a beauty trap, and asked seriously.

"Any conditions?"

Monica looked at his slightly aggressive gaze and nodded seriously: "Any conditions, including me!"

Sure enough, there was this plan.

"Forget it, let's get down to business first!

Ten blocks of Brooklyn have fallen, and so many lives have been lost that the gods behind me can no longer suppress casually.

You know, my spirit can only use very little power on that continent because of the scarcity of incense.

You must have heard this Eastern proverb about being outnumbered.

But I have an idea. You can report it back and see if the Hexagon approves it or not.

If you don’t approve it, just pretend I didn’t say it, and there’s nothing I can do about it in Brooklyn!

And even if it is approved, if I want my spirit to go to Brooklyn to help, I still need to apply for a letter of credence.

You should know that the gods behind me are called heavenly soldiers. The soldiers and horses of the Eastern Heavenly Court must have orders to send out troops.

To leave one's jurisdiction, one must have an order.

And orders cannot be given casually. The letter of credence sent from the Hexagon Building can allow the superior officer of the Heavenly Soldiers to approve the order to send troops.

If you don't have anything, then we have to sit on the sidelines. "

Monica was very straightforward now. She quickly took out a letter of credence from the briefcase of her subordinate and handed it over.

Not a copy, not a fax, but the original that was written, signed and stamped directly over there.

"Father Ryan, now you can tell me the conditions!"

Chen Yuan took the letter of credence and sighed: "If I hadn't put so much thought into it, I would have just taken out this letter of credence.

So many people were killed for a moment of greed! "

Monica couldn't help but urge again.

"Father Ryan, conditions, please tell me your conditions!"

Chen Yuan put his credentials aside, then glanced at Mr. Song not far away, smiled, then turned back and said to Monica in front of him.

“Brooklyn’s down ten blocks right now, maybe more, and it’s probably going to be tough on just one god.

If you want to curb the spread of ghosts, you must seal the ten land gods around the disaster to suppress the local ghosts.

By the way, these ghosts are escorted to the eastern underworld through the Earth Temple.

After all, in Eastern myths and legends, after death, the first stop for the soul is the local earth temple.

Only by obtaining the road guide through the Earth Temple can one be qualified to enter the underworld and be reincarnated.

But the restoration of the land requires joint efforts from the East, the United States and the United States! "

Um? Confer ten gods?

Mr. Song over there was stunned.

Monica in front of her was also dumbfounded.

In the previous chapter, some readers had some objections to the excessive dialogue between the protagonist and Mr. Song.

But I can say this, even dialogue is necessary to advance the plot.

I apologize if this sounds a bit tedious to you.

But this dialogue must happen.

Because it is very relevant to the follow-up.