"Wow, look at this list. Mage Ron Edmund, Demigod Mage Ibu Garrison, Demigod Mage Richard Tyson, Demigod Mage Philip the First, Demigod Mage Clara Kontzel, Demigod Sorcerer Roland Benedict, Demigod Berserker Coombe Wilton, Demigod Shadow Caster Eden Condren, Demigod Magic Swordsman Alexandra Howard, Demigod Hunter Ivan Broy, Demigod Dragon Bloodline Sorcerer Cliff Ayers, Demigod Warrior Marquis Langstaff, Demigod Hunter Bond, Demigod Magic Swordsman Claude Kidd, Secret Party Prince Claudel, Demigod Magic Swordsman Uhtred Kimmel. There are as many as sixteen demigods on this side alone — "
In the Abraham White House, the atmosphere in the president's office was extremely depressing. A hurricane was forming in the low-pressure environment here.
"What a shitty Violet family! Sh * t National Association of Progressives! Loren, is this the person you recommended to me? You bastard, you betrayed my trust! "
The president standing behind the desk had completely lost his usual elegant demeanor. A series of vulgarities burst out in front of the many staff here. Loren Cardron, the current director of the White House Office (Chief of Staff of the White House), was angrily rebuked by the president.
He was sitting in the corner with his eyebrows lowered. He had an expression of anger, helplessness, and extreme shame.
No one in the room had any sympathy for him. This Chief of Staff of the White House, who had only been in office for four months, had indeed caused them big trouble.
"George Mattiola accepted your appointment as a special envoy to facilitate his actions in Atlanta."
The one who said this after the president was Ms. Christy Blade, one of the magic consultants of the White House and the vice president of the New Continent Magic Association.
"That person has never thought of mediating the dispute between the two Wildunsteins and bringing peace to Atlanta. The National Association of Progressives has its own agenda. They deliberately want to provoke this war of gods —" Roland said.
"Ms. Blade, now is not the time to hold them accountable."
National Security Advisor Jaxon Richard interrupted Christie Blade's speech, his expression calm and serious. "We have to solve the problem first, everyone. We only have ten minutes. Otherwise, the entire City of Atlanta will be reduced to ruins. There are at least 20 demigods fighting there. The scale of this war is even beyond our expectations. "
"Then what should we do? Is there any way to stop them? "
The president put his hand on the desk and looked at the people in the room with an oppressive gaze. "Everyone, we must think of a way. Unless you want to see me impeached, or the Civic Party suffer a crushing defeat in the next election! "
"We can order them to enter the Dark World!"
The first person to come up with the idea was the President's assistant cum cabinet secretary of the White House office. He was a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes. "I think with Mr. President's authority, you can do this. Unless the Violets and the Wildenstein family are willing to bear the wrath of you, Mr. President, and the whole Civic Party after the war, they will have no choice but to comply. "
"Under normal circumstances, this is indeed a feasible strategy."
This was another magic advisor of the White House, the executive director of the Association of Mages, mage envoy Torre de Oro. This man's eyes were smiling as he played with the pen in his hand. "But the core of the problem now is the demonic wolf Fenrir, the Scepter of the Sky. Why should André, who has the Scepter of the Sky, be afraid of the government's revenge? Conxiuli did not dare to let the demonic wolf Fenrir slip away under his nose. As for the Violets and Philip I, they would never want to see this mythical weapon fall into the hands of the lucky André. So I want to ask you, how can you make the demonic wolf Fenrir obediently accept death and then take away the Scepter that is the source of the disaster? With the authority of the president? "
The oval office could not help but be silent.
"Can we ask the gods to take action?"
This was the Minister of Finance, Lawrence Rockefeller. He was originally reporting to the president, but he happened to attend the meeting. "As far as I know, several powerful gods, including the Angel Kings of the Church of Light, have the ability to stop this war."
But many of the magic advisors in the room were frowning deeply, with a solemn look on their faces. As the pinnacle of mortal power, they naturally did not want to see the power of the gods appear in the world.
Torre de Oro responded again with a smile. "The power of the gods can stop this war, but will it lead to the prelude to the upcoming war of gods? Nowadays, the Goddess of Liberty, the Goddess of Magic, the Goddess of Nature, and other powerful gods all have their own important tasks. As for asking for help from the New Church of Light — I guess Mr. President will not pay this price unless he has no other choice. Maybe we can wait and see. Maybe the New Church of Light will not sit by and watch a large number of believers die in Atlanta, and take the initiative to summon the Angel Kings. "
"Mr. President, two thousand years ago, the 'Treaty of the Separation of Humans and Gods' signed by the magicians and the gods in the Pantheon, and the 'Separation of Heaven and Earth' of the Eastern world are the cornerstones of the existence of this civilized world."
This was a white-haired old man in a magic robe. He was looking at the president and Lawrence Rockefeller with a dignified and warning gaze. "The Association of Mages of the Old and New Continents, and the Taoist sects of the East will not allow anyone to destroy it! Once this treaty is broken, it will also be the beginning of a disaster for mortals! "
"I understand! I understand! "
The president sighed, and then looked at the many advisors in the room with a hopeful gaze. "Is there any other way, everyone? Two minutes have passed. No matter who you are, as long as you have a way to stop this disaster, please say it! In the current situation, even if the price is higher, it is still acceptable. "
"I don't think we have a feasible way, Mr. President."
It was still the National Security Advisor, Jaxon Richard. "Why don't we change our way of thinking? My idea is that since there is no way to stop it, then let it end as soon as possible."
"End? That's not a bad idea. "
The president couldn't help but murmur, "The problem is, which side should we stand on?"
"Your Excellency, I suggest the National Association of Progressives!"
The White House Chief of Staff, who was originally dejected, interrupted, "Although that bastard George Mattiola betrayed your trust, the strength and influence of the National Association of Progressives is well known! For the sake of Atlanta, for the long-term peace and stability of America, I think that lucky André should not exist. "
At this moment, everyone present, including the president, was slightly moved, and their eyes showed that they were deep in thought.
"This is not a very good choice."
Torre de Oro spread out his hands and looked at the elegant figure behind the desk. "Your Excellency, as your magic advisor, I must warn you. The National Association of Progressives is indeed powerful, and it may even affect your political life and life after you leave office. But judging from the current situation on the battlefield, if you make this decision, it will be a very foolish move. "
"Why do you say that?"
"Limited to these ten minutes, the power we can invest in Atlanta is limited, and it is not enough to change the situation. And the result of my divination just now gives me reason to believe that this battle will end in ten minutes. "
Torre de Oro completely ignored the uproar in the Oval Office and said calmly, "Once the war ends with the victory of the Wildenstein family, Mr. President, your decision today will put your government in an extremely awkward position."
"That's impossible! My point of view is exactly the opposite of yours. No matter how talented Kang Xiuli and his grandson are, they can't defeat the National Association of Progressives and the Violet family. Your deduction and divination go against common sense, Mr. de Oro! You should be ashamed of your half-baked astrology. How many things have you screwed up because of it? "
The president looked toward the source of the voice. It was another of his White House advisors, the executive director of the Association of Mages, magician Lagia Barkley.
With this speech as the beginning, the debate in the office rose one after another.
"Supporting Kang Xiuli and his grandson? I really don't think this is a good idea. There will be another lawless supreme family in America. The hatred and war between them and the National Association of Progressives will also cause a headache for our security agencies. "
"But if we tolerate George Mattiola's behavior, then in the future, those supreme families, those super forces will stand on the president's head and shit. Mr. President, you still have four years left in your term. "
"Don't forget, the Wildenstein family and Xuri Construction are important supporters of our Civic Party!"
"They also support the Conservative Party —"
"I think de Oro is right. Look at the list on the other side. Kang Xiuli Wildenstein, Andre Lee Wildenstein, 'Lord of the Hollow Night' Delphinia, Robert Yvonne, Sleeping Twins, Faust, Mark Targaryen, Teutonic Crusades' Franks, Caroline Zhukov, Victor Maxim, Alex Galans, Douglas Duncan, Robert Linden, Byron Linden, Goodra — the power of Kang Xiuli and his grandson seems to be very strong. Even if we intervene, we may not be able to defeat them in a very short time. "
"That's incredible. The power of the Wildenstein family is like a balloon being inflated."
"The key is André. If we can't kill him, then this kid who is less than 20 years old will become the eternal enemy of America. He has the top talent and the Divine Right of Life and Death. He can easily gather a large number of Extraordinaires to fight against the country. That will be a nightmare for all of us! "
All these arguments made the president feel dizzy. At this time, from the corner of his eye, he saw that Ms. Christy Braid was calm and composed. Her reaction was very different from the reaction of the people in the office. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the magician. "Ms. Braid, you don't seem to care much about today's incident?"
Considering that the lucky André was about to become Bethel Constantine's student, this was very puzzling.
"It's not that I don't care, but I'm sure this war will end soon."
Christy Blade replied calmly, "Mr. President, I have a certain understanding of the strength of that junior, and I have also studied his character and style of doing things in depth. He is not a guy who will do anything to get a legendary equipment and push tens of millions of people to the abyss of death. But since he has decided to do this, it means one thing! "
Christy Braid crossed her arms in front of her chest and said confidently, "I think he should have enough confidence to end the battle before causing large-scale casualties, even if his opponent is the National Progressives Association. This is also the opinion of my teacher, Mr. Bethel Constantine. "
The president furrowed his brows and looked doubtful.
The people in the Oval Office were also either in disbelief, sneering, or doubtful.
The National Progressives Association was a super force that had existed for 400 years. In Atlanta, they had the local tyrant Philip the First and a real magician who could fight against Constantine.
Therefore, even if it was Bethel Constantine, he could not convince the people here.
As for Torre Deoro, the accuracy of this fortune-teller had been despised by everyone decades ago.
"If His Excellency still can't make a decision, then you might as well wait a little longer. It has been five minutes now, everyone —"
National Security Advisor Jaxon Richard sighed helplessly. "Of course, the necessary work still needs to be done. I have already asked the CIA, FBI, DHS, and other departments to transfer demigods to Atlanta. I also hope that the magicians here can complete your magic portal as soon as possible and arrive at the battlefield before the situation worsens. "
He knew that although the eight magicians present were all participating in the discussion in this office, most of them were projections. It did not affect the completion of their own ultra-long-distance teleportation process.
Only Christy Braid was here in person. Perhaps he really believed that Conxiuli and his grandson had won in Atlanta, he did not even try to exert any influence on the president during the emergency meeting.
There was also Torre Deoro. Although the Astrology he mastered was notorious, it could be very effective at times.
— Would it be the same this time?
Jaxon Richard frowned and looked at the magic projection in the center of the office. After a moment of contemplation, he still decided to prepare for the worst.
If the situation continued to worsen, then they had no choice but to suppress one of the two sides.
At present, choosing the side of the National Association of Progressives was indeed the best choice. They were also willing to pay the price. But if they wanted to completely eliminate all future troubles, they could not allow Andre Lee Wildenstein to continue to exist in this world.
But as time passed, Jaxon Richard's eyes began to look doubtful.
On the battlefield in the City of Atlanta, the power of Conxiuli and his grandson seemed to be gaining the upper hand.
At this moment, he was not the only one who felt this way. The president sitting behind the desk looked equally doubtful.
"This is the Enemy of Death, Thomson Beo, and the Lightning Master, Uhtred Demacia? Why didn't the intelligence department report the information of these two people? "
Christy Braid also raised her eyelids in surprise. Then she suppressed her emotions and elegantly took a sip of the half-cold coffee.
…
Just as the White House of Abraham was debating endlessly, the battle in Atlanta had already reached its climax.
The battle between Franks and Alexandra Howard broke out abruptly. The latter was very surprised after being attacked by the cadre of the Teutonic Crusades, but the flames he controlled still swept the entire street in an instant.
"I didn't expect that in our City of Atlanta, there was still a big fish like you, Lambert Franks. But very well, the mythical weapon in your hand, it belongs to me now! "
Alexandra Howard gathered countless crimson lightning into a sword and suddenly slashed at the place where Franks stood. The latter seemed to dodge easily. The clothes and skin on his right arm were completely torn, revealing an incomparably strong metal arm. And around him, the flames rolled out in all directions, at least a meter away from him. Countless iron chains shot out from the nearby buildings and whipped at the opposite side.
Franks's real professional level was only Legendary Level-3. However, the Molten Heart, an ancient mythical weapon from the Hill Dwarves, could allow him to control the divine power of fire and iron at the same time.
However, Alexandra Howard's ability was clearly able to restrain him. The vast thunder and lightning followed the chains and spread upwards, all the way to the source. The dense lightning net made Franks have nowhere to escape.
Every time the magic sword wrapped in crimson lightning slashed down, it made Franks's body tremble. If it weren't for the vitality provided by Li Mochen, which was constantly repairing his body, most of Franks's body would have been scorched.
That was until another bolt of purple lightning arrived in the sky. That majestic purple lightning far surpassed Alexandra Howard's in both scale and strength. The battle-ax hidden in the lightning sent the latter's body flying with just one strike. She crashed through countless buildings until she crashed into a 20-story building 500 meters away.
Then, the two figures flashed continuously and fought several times in the space. Alexandra Howard was sent flying every time she was defeated. In the end, she had to rely on a shot of the Magical Particle Beam Cannon from high up in the sky to gain some breathing space. He looked ahead with a dignified and fearful gaze. At the same time, he retracted the lightning and replaced all his magic power with blazing white flames.
"Divine Power of Thunder! Uhtred Demacia! In other words, you are now Kang Xiuli's lackey, right? "
"I am currently working for the Rising Sun Security Company, and I am considered Mr. Wildenstein Jr.'s subordinate!"
Uhtred Demacia's expression was cold, and lightning flashed in his eyes. "Mr. Franks, this guy's opponent is me! I think you can look for other targets now. "
Lambert Franks, who had recovered from the injury just now, shrugged his shoulders and then flashed away without hesitation.
This Alexandra Howard was indeed an opponent that he could not deal with. Although he also had the combat power of a demigod with the mythical equipment, he could be easily targeted. If it was the type that the mythical equipment, the Molten Core, could suppress, then the combat power he displayed would be extremely strong. However, if it was the type that could restrain and target him, Franks, then he would be greatly suppressed.
And the next opponent he was looking for was the secret party's prince, Claudel Van Zhuo, who was fighting three kilometers away and trying to break the magic tower of Roth Linden.
The latter not only had the Blood Clan's gifted agility and ice spells, but he was also a powerful vampire who had mastered at least two types of Divine Power. There was no doubt that he was the top existence among the demigods. However, Lambert Franks's Divine Power of Fire happened to be the type that could restrain vampires, and most of this person's power was also used to fight against Li Mochen's Divine Power of Life and Death.
There was also the wind blade slashed by Robert Yvonne. This blood-eyed maid was becoming more and more skilled in the battle against the high-level demigod berserker, Coombe Wildon. Even the latter, who had mastered the Divine Power of Strength, could not match up to her.
The compound Godly Right, 'Winds of Battle', allowed her battle prowess to increase at every moment. In just a few short minutes, she had already used it. In just a few short minutes, her power was already able to suppress Coombe Wildon. At the same time, she released a large number of wind blades, covering the entire City of Atlanta.
In fact, the people fighting in the City of Atlanta were not fighting alone. Including these two berserkers, almost all the demigods were trying their best to find time to help their companions while fighting.
Especially the few Magicians in the sky, their magic towers continued to spit out cannon fire, even colliding with each other. But all kinds of group spells still continued to fall from the sky.
Franks alone had at least seven legendary and even demigod level powerful spells, including "group extraordinary physique," "group extraordinary agility," "group extraordinary thinking," and "temporary divine body." This made his physical fitness almost close to that of a real demigod.
And just as Franks began to take over the battle against the secret party's prince, Claudel Van Zhuo. The fierce battle between the "enemy of death," Thomson Beo and General George Mattiola was also gradually becoming white-hot.
"What you're doing is not very smart, Beo! I promise, after this war, your name will definitely be blacklisted by the National Association of Progressives. "
"Haha! Blacklist, I'm so scared! If you have a backbone, then don't come and hire me again. "
George Mattiola's weapon was a pair of long whips, entwined with black light energy, filled with the power of destruction. Anything that was hit by him would disintegrate in whole pieces.
And within 20 meters around him, it was filled with black whip shadows, airtight and impenetrable.
But the figure in the red jumpsuit moved freely in the area covered by the power of destruction like a shadow. The two swords in this person's hands, on the other hand, were constantly slashing and piercing at a frequency of thousands of times per second, causing a lot of sparks around George Mattiola's body.
The latter did not use the long whips to fight back, but from behind him, six mechanical arms that were connected to his back. Each of the mechanical arms was holding a long sword, and the speed of the swords could actually fight against the enemy of death head-on.
Only the two concepts of "piercing" and "sharpness" that the latter possessed made him unable to fight back even with six long swords of the demigod level. The alloy arms made of the toughest "Doraf Alloy" had been broken many times. However, these six alloy arms had built-in nano repair devices that could always recover in the shortest amount of time.
Correspondingly, Thomson Beo's body was also hit seven times in a row by the two long black whips in a second, causing a large area of his body to be annihilated.
However, this' Enemy of Death 'was still fighting very happily. His unparalleled recovery ability and the Divine Right of Life, under the enhancement of Li Mochen's Divine Right of Life and Death, seemed even more powerful, even "abnormal."
And after a minute of fighting, this person even gave up dodging and resisting, letting the opponent annihilate his body again and again.
This made George Mattiola's face gradually turn pale.
"I want to know, how much did Conxiuli offer you, Thomson Beo? I can give you three times the price right now! "
But Thomson Beo was not moved at all. Instead, he sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mattiola. That person didn't give me any reward this time. He used a favor. It's very unfair, isn't it? This is an epic demigod war, but Beo, who only cares about money more than his life, can't even get a penny. "
George Mattiola's face was already full of black lines. "Five billion gold duns! Five billion gold duns for this battle! That's enough for you to buy a few similar mythical weapons. "
However, what the opponent responded to him was faster, fiercer, and sharper shadows of the swords!
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