I lost the sun god

And what was the tone of the president just now?The arrogant tone, as if these big figures who usually even the president need to talk in an equal or even slightly lower tone are servants who come and go when they are called?

Although he was surprised, the secretary nodded and went down to do so.

He called one by one, with a respectful attitude.

The president's tone was arrogant, he didn't dare to be arrogant, he was very clear about his position, not to mention that he was just a secretary, even if he sat on the throne of the president, he would not dare to be disrespectful to these big figures.

Although the people called by the president were all big bosses who hid behind the scenes of the Gaul country and manipulated everything, but they were still willing to give a little face to the president, the bright boss of the Gaul country.

So when the president's secretary called, they were gladly invited to Champs Elysees.

"Everyone, I've called you here this time because I want to discuss a few things with you." Bilborn clicked his tongue and got straight to the point, "The first thing is that all future government meetings will be held at night."

He doesn't like the sun too much during the day.

"Evening? Why do you have a meeting at night?" asked the business tycoon François.

He didn't have any particular preference for meetings during the day, nor did he object for objection's sake.

Rather, for centuries, meetings have been held during the daytime, and only in emergencies will temporary meetings be held regardless of time and place. Bill Born suddenly wanted to make a change, and of course he had to ask why.

"Because I like it." Bilborn said lightly.

Francois choked.

Because you like it?

Change the time if you like?who do you think You Are?When you become a president, you think you can really do whatever you want. Do you think you are Richelieu?

But even Prime Minister Richelieu, who defeated the Guise family, the third family of Gaul in the era of Shard-Lorraine, and made the family extinct, would not dare to change the system by saying that I like it.

"Do as you like." Standing beside Francois, Webster, who combed his hair meticulously, said lightly.

Hearing the mouth of the ruler of the Charles family, Francois swallowed back the rebuttal that was brewing.

After all, the Charlie family is the current first family.

"Tsk tut to know the current affairs." Bill Born continued to speak with a tusk: "The second thing, Gaul only needs one voice, and the owner of this voice can only be me, so please support me in the future, no matter what I do. Support me unconditionally in any decision."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Francois interrupted him loudly.

Will you support you unconditionally no matter what decision you make?

You don't think of yourself as Prime Minister Richelieu, you think of yourself as the emperor!

"Bill Born, you've been president for several years, and it seems that you don't recognize your position." Webster narrowed his eyes lightly, flashing a dangerous light.

Although their country of Gaul has not yet reached the point where putting a pig in the position of the president will not cause chaos in the country's government affairs, but it would be a mistake to really want the president to be the emperor of the Middle Ages.

What dominates this country is the collective will of their class, not the private will of the president.

Bill Born, since you want to be emperor?Then don't blame them for learning from the country across the ocean and play on the residual heat of the psychopathic shooter.

"Ha ha."

A sneer twitched at the corner of Bilborn's lips. In an instant, a pair of bat wings spread out, and the dark magic power erupted loudly. A thick black mist came out, wrapping the room together with everyone inside.

He bared his two small canine teeth, looked around, and let out a soft voice from his throat, "Who agrees with what I just said? Who opposes it?"

"I agree."

Webster's voice was loud and sincere, as if the idea of ​​asking a psychotic gunman to kill Bill Born had never crossed his mind just now.

Bilborn smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when a voice from outside suddenly interrupted.

"I said why I smelled a rotten smell from a long distance away. It turned out to be a blood race. I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. I almost forgot your breath."

Suddenly a person jumped in from the window. He glanced at the situation in the room and grinned, "It looks like you are discussing how to deal with the soon-to-be-born Son?"

"Then join us, as we did 400 years ago when we formed an alliance, and work together to fight against God."

Chapter 1 Forty: The New Moon and the Lily

This man in a white riding suit, with thick hair and a sturdy temperament had a loud and rough voice.

When he appeared, the instinct from the blood clan made Bill Born frowned, as if he had some deep hatred with this person he had never met before, and he was disgusted when he saw him.

But when he heard what the man said clearly, all the disgust and frowning disappeared from the bottom of his heart, leaving only endless horror in his heart.

"What did you say? Say it again, the Son has come, which Son has come? Is it the Son I know? The Anointed? The Messiah? The Messiah?"

He was stunned by the man's words and became incoherent.

Holy Son.

If it is really the Holy Son that he knows and thinks, something big will happen, something terrible.

"Anointed One, Messiah, and Messiah, don't these three names all refer to the supreme, unique, self-existing, omnipotent, omniscient, omniscient Son who was born through human beings?"

The man in the white riding suit sneered.

"Profanity, this is blasphemy."

Webster cried out inwardly.

The man's words made him suddenly realize that the Lord who has ruled Western beliefs since the Middle Ages has appeared.

If it was in the past, if it was a year ago, he would definitely think that this man was talking nonsense. How could there be a god in this world?

However, the main gods, Ra gods and other gods appeared one after another in the Royal Palace of the Heavens. The appearance of the Lord seems to be an unexpected but ideal thing.

If it wasn't for the strength shown by the other party that made him afraid, if it wasn't for his life still in the hands of the other party, he would have shouted the slogan of killing heretics long ago.

Even so, he kept praising in his heart at this moment.

"Praise be to you, great Lord, that our Father, Webster, will defend your glory forever."

While Webster was praising the Lord inwardly, many here did the same.

Many people sneered after praising God from the bottom of their hearts, waiting to see what happened to Bill Born.

Although they were blind and failed to recognize that the wolf-hearted president who was held up by themselves and others was a blood race, so that they were put together by Bill Born, and they were at a loss, but in the supreme, only, own In front of the omniscient and omnipotent being who is eternal and can do whatever he wants, what is the blood race?

Don't forget that Cain, the ancestor of the blood race, only gained power through his curse.

"Bilborn, just wait. After I go back, I will contact the church to report you. Then I will cast you into a statue with silver and garlic." François's mouth showed a smirk.

You want us to submit to you, you want to be our emperor, yes, you have everything in your dreams, why do you have to say it out.