As the Federation's Chancellor of the Exchequer, Alstair held the economic lifeline of the Federation. Although his importance could not be compared to that of veterans like Capullo and Russen, he was not an idle character. The fatty spoke humorously and acted smoothly, casting his gaze over. During his tenure, the Federation's finances only rose and did not fall. If it weren't for Alstair's careful planning and long-term vision, the Federation's financial resources wouldn't have been enough to support the rapid development of the army.
Therefore, to Mobius, this fatty was even more important than those generals on other levels. Unless it was Capullo or Russen, the role of the other generals was mostly a pattern of gains and losses. However, Alstair was in control of the overall situation. Even though the battlefield he was galloping on was different from that of the generals, it was of equal importance. In addition, this fatty had never formed a party for personal gain. He was only close to Horn in private, so Mobius didn't care.
The president had been in office for ten years, and his relationship with Alstair was not a close one, but it was not an ordinary subordinate relationship. After ten years, this relationship was worthy of being called an "old friend" by Alstair.
Mobius looked at the fatty up and down. Alstair's investment and political skills were brilliant, but he had never heard of his battle prowess. In the eyes of the president, the Origin Energy reaction on Alstair's body was weak and difficult to detect. It was only because the fatty had used his authority and spent a lot of money to ignite the fire. Alstair naturally did not want to go to the battlefield to kill enemies like the generals, but only for the sake of his own health.
However, it was such a person, a person Mobius thought he was incomparably familiar with. But at this moment tonight, he accurately intercepted himself. If it weren't for the fact that Mobius was extremely familiar with this fatty, he would have thought that the Alstair in front of him was someone else in disguise. After all, he was so unfamiliar.
"Send me off?" Mobius said calmly, "Where do you want to send me? Hell?"
Alstair laughed, pointed at the president and then pointed at himself and said, "Do people like you and I have the right to go to heaven? I just want you to go first. I believe it won't be long before we meet there. "
Mobius's pupils shrank slightly, "It seems that I really misjudged you. Then tell my old friend, what is your position in the Light Concealment Society?"
"K …"
"K of the six?" Mobius nodded and pointed to the wound on his body. "Even the black-and-white clown among you can't keep me here. Do you think you can do it?"
"I can, old friend." Alstair said bitterly, "The combat power of the six-man council is not ranked by code names, although I have two clowns above me. But in reality, I am indeed the strongest one. The priest risked his life to only heavily injure you. If I was willing to risk my life, I could even make you stay in your peak condition. But you also know that I can't die yet, so the priest chose to stand up and leave the cleanup to me. "
It was either the wrong time or the wrong place. Mobius almost laughed out loud. But now, he was not smiling at all.
Alstair sighed, "If the priest hadn't taken the initiative to accept this deadly mission, I wouldn't have made this trip. That old fellow is very shrewd. He knows that once he dies, I have to make a move even if I don't want to. I've been conflicted along the way, but for the sake of the overall situation, I can only do this. It's good for me to see you off. At least, you can leave in a more dignified manner. "
Mobius couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is your Light Concealment Society trying to do?"
Fatty said with a solemn expression, "All of this is to push our race onto the right track of history. Now, whether it's you or the nobles, it's clear that humanity is heading towards a path of self-destruction."
"Bullshit!" Mobius shouted, "Isn't everything I've done for this race?"
"That's just what you think you're doing." Alstair sighed, "From the moment you pushed Bescot onto the table and even personally attacked to kill Horn, I vaguely guessed that today's outcome was inevitable."
"Alright, old friend, there's not much time left. Please go on your way."
Alstair's eyes narrowed into a slit, but a strong light burst forth from his thin eyes.
His aura surged as he continuously rushed through the levels, as if there was no end to it.
Mobius was surprised, but he knew that he couldn't allow Fatty to accumulate his strength. Otherwise, how could he withstand it with his broken body? With a loud shout, his fist formed a mountain-splitting and earth-shattering force as it smashed towards Fatty's chest in a dignified manner.
Fatty didn't dodge.
Mobius easily smashed into his chest, causing Alstair's fat to tremble. Dark ripples appeared under his clothes, spreading out in circles. The President was shocked to find that not only could his punch not break open the fatty, it was as if his fist had sunk into a ball of mud. Alstair opened his mouth and inhaled. His ball-like body continued to shrink. He inhaled all of it in one breath before shouting loudly. The fat body bounced away, producing a strong recoil force that caused ripples to appear in the air. The surrounding trees fell and rocks flew everywhere. With the fatty and the other two as the center, they all fell and splashed apart.
The sound of bones cracking rang out. Mobius's arm was broken and deformed. His entire body flew backwards and landed on the woodland ten meters away, vomiting blood.
Alstair sighed and walked over.
Eliphant's manor was set ablaze.
Under A's flames, the entire manor turned into a sea of fire. The buildings of the manor and the dead were all engulfed in flames. When the flames were extinguished, they would merge into one. The woman stared blankly at the manor in the flames and said, "I won't choose another grave for you. Old man, you can just bury yourself here."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and threw it into the fire. "There's no wine, so I'll take this cigarette as a farewell for you. Let's see each other in hell. "
Then he turned around and left.
After leaving the small town that had been shattered by the battle between the two experts, A sensed the aura and rushed towards the forest that Mobius had escaped to. She walked like a raging fire, leaving behind a trail of burning footprints on the road she passed.
A few minutes later, A saw Alstair. Fatty's back was facing her, and he couldn't see his expression, but on that ball-like figure, A saw a kind of heaviness for the first time. She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, which made her feel a little annoyed. Without saying hello, she went straight to Alstair's side and looked at Mobius, who was sitting on the ground with his back against a broken tree.
Mobius's hands were hanging on the ground, his eyes were closed, his eyes, nose, and chest were bleeding, and he was no longer breathing.
"Dead?" A looked at Alstair.
The latter said expressionlessly, "Why don't you check to see if his heart core is broken?"
Once the Heart Core was shattered, even the ruler would be deader than dead. "No need," A said calmly, "I have a more direct way."
With a bang, an orange explosive flame ignited in her hand, and the color of the flame quickly changed from orange to dark blue. The blue flame was faint and looked cold, but the actual temperature was higher than the yellow flame. Being hit by it could instantly melt gold and iron. However, one palm easily grabbed the ball of flame. The blue flame kept twisting, as if it wanted to break free from the fat hand, but in the end, it was extinguished in Alstair's hand.
A asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Are you questioning me? "Alstair looked at the woman, his eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze sharp," Mobius, no matter what, his contribution to our race is beyond reproach. Sending him on his way is already the limit of my tolerance. If you want to blaspheme the dead, then don't blame me for being impolite! "
"Oh, how impolite?" A responded tit for tat.
Alstair smiled and said, "Don't think that I'll be afraid of you just because you sold your breasts and buttocks to that man. A, you're still young. Now obediently disappear from my sight, before I get angry. "
The woman clenched her fists, loosened them, and clenched them again. Finally, he snorted and turned around to leave.
Only then did Alstair's expression soften. He looked at Mobius and picked a relatively empty place to punch. A pit several meters long and wide appeared on the ground, and stone mud sprayed out endlessly. When the dust settled, Alstair carried Mobius up and put him in the pit. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the blood stains on the president's face. After doing all this, Alstair jumped out of the pit and said, "The scenery here is not bad. You, just rest here. See how we bring this race to heaven. At that time, you will find that what you have done now is not in vain at all. "
He laughed and pushed his hands out of the air. The mud at the edge of the pit immediately poured in, gradually filling the pit and flattening it. Alstair picked up a broken piece of wood as thick as a thigh and stabbed it into the ground as a tombstone. Tapping the wooden stake lightly with his hand, Alstair left with his hands behind his back.
About a minute later, A reappeared. She stared at the wooden stake in silence for half an hour before turning to leave.
This time, he really left.
The flying car jolted and almost shook Leon off his seat. The William family's young master, who was sleeping comfortably, suddenly woke up and stretched. He lay down on the driver's seat in front of him and asked, "Haven't we arrived at the airport yet? I'm bored to death. "
Lucy covered her mouth and chuckled.
Allen rolled his eyes and said, "Eldest Young Master, tell me what fun you have besides picking up girls, drinking, and sleeping."
Leon smiled and said, "Brother, the Gate of Freedom and the Federation are still in a buffer period. There's no war on the surface. Tell me, what else can you do in this godforsaken place other than the above? At least you have His Highness with you. When you have nothing to do, you can flirt with me. What about me? I'm a bachelor. I don't pick up girls, drink, and sleep. Do you want me to be your light bulb? "
"You can take Juliet with you." Lucy blinked.
"You don't understand, my beautiful Highness." Leon said in a tone of experience, "A fresh girl like Juliet can only maintain that temperament in a place like a small town. If she were brought to Babylon and seen the bustling world, she would have changed. So, it's better to keep a memory than to change things in the future. "
Allen shook his head and said, "Don't listen to him. There's a lot of reason. To put it bluntly, he's still going back to Babylon. This kid can still flirt with flowers and grass. How can he have time to think about a Juliet? "
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