The call with the president was lackluster. The president first exchanged views with Li Mochen on the current security situation in America and warned the Wildenstein family not to take the initiative to escalate the situation. Then, the president vaguely exhorted Li Mochen to accept the government's mediation and stop the war with the National Association of Progressives.
However, after encountering a few soft rebuffs from Li Mochen, the president did not insist and changed the topic to cooperation between the two sides. The two sides talked for a long time in this regard, and it was not until more than ten minutes later that they hung up the phone.
According to the agreement that General George Mattiola mediated for them, the party that took the initiative to violate the agreement would lose the "protection" of the government.
This "protection" also included personal property. Therefore, it was reasonable to say that the president and the White House, as guarantors and supervisors, were obliged to help them transfer the property of Philip I and Alexandra Howard.
Perhaps the president was concerned about the National Association of Progressives and his own safety, so he did not directly agree to Li Mochen's request. The president did not discuss the matter in detail with Li Mochen on the phone. However, shortly after the two sides ended the call, a new call came to Li Mochen.
It was the president's assistant and the director of the liaison office, a middle-aged woman named Yvette. As everyone knew, this capable and experienced White House official was one of the president's closest and most capable assistants. There were even rumors that there was an unusual close relationship between the two.
Yvette almost agreed to all of Li Mochen's requests, but the fee was higher. After the incident, Li Mochen needed to transfer nearly 20 billion gold duns in cash to numerous foundations and dozens of overseas accounts.
Of course, these funds were not collected by the president alone. Instead, these funds were given to the entire group including the president, several federal judges, the Ministry of Justice, and local court officials.
Li Mochen was still willing to pay the money. With the help from the top of the government, the resistance and future troubles on his side would be much smaller.
In particular, the current president had been deeply involved in the legal system for many years and had served as the Minister of Justice for eight years. He had deep connections and was trustworthy.
Late at night, just as Li Mochen was about to return to his Magic Tower to train, Bethel Constantine's magical image was projected in front of him.
"I guessed that you would be very busy in the next few days, but I still decided to look for you at this time. I also believe that you will like the good news from me more."
In the video, Constantine was sitting in the alchemy room, looking at a white bracelet inside a transparent magic furnace. "I've completely analyzed this thing you sent me. This was indeed an artifact embryo refined from the spine of the Mortal Python Jörmungandr's descendant, and its rank was extremely high. When it was alive, its strength was comparable to that of a mid-level God, which was equivalent to the level of a Primordial Dragon. However, for some reason, it had a huge flaw. "
"I speculate that it's because of the breeding. Anthony's investigation of the Magic Tower of Energy Conservation not long ago also confirmed my speculation. Although it was hard to believe, Ron Edmund had indeed raised an almost pure-blooded Mortal Python, then extracted its spine and refined it into this artifact. He also added the blood left behind by the Mortal Python Jörmungandr during the Middle Ages of the Divine Wars to make up for some of its flaws. So you're very lucky, André. Judging from this artifact, it will only take another half a month for it to be completed — "
Li Mochen's expression was solemn. He did not deny Constantine's statement. This time, he was indeed lucky.
Previously, when he sent this thing over, he had already sensed the three Theocratic Powers inside — 'Energy Absorption', 'Energy Circulation', and 'Energy Conservation'.
These Theocratic Powers were not too powerful on their own. The Theocratic Ranks in the bracelet, apart from Energy Absorption, were all at the elementary level. But when they were combined, it was very terrifying.
Not only was it a mythical equipment with defensive power that surpassed the Scarlet Dragon Armor, but its offensive power would also be very terrifying. It would be the type that would become stronger the stronger it was.
Once this item was completed, although it was not enough to change the outcome of the battle, it could make his side pay a huge price. And Ron Edmund, who had this mythical equipment, was not someone he could kill with one shot.
Therefore, he had to thank Admiral George Mattiola for leading the war and pulling the unprepared Monarch of Energy into his gun ahead of time.
"Since you said it's good news, that means that the next artifact embryo can be completed, right?"
"I can continue to complete it, but in terms of energy, I'm still far from the Monarch of Energy. Fortunately, its main body has been completed, and I can barely deduce the outer magic array, but its final power is definitely not as good as the original version designed by Ron Edmund. "
Constantine lifted his glasses and squinted at Li Mochen. "So I want to ask you, are you going to hand this thing over to me, or are you going to find someone else to do the follow-up work?"
"Of course it's you, Professor Constantine! The Easterners have a saying, 'don't bother two masters for one thing', and other than you, I can't find anyone else more brilliant. "
Li Mochen thought to himself that he would only find someone else if he was crazy. It was not that there were no great alchemists more brilliant than Bethel Constantine, but limited to the field of energy, other than the Monarch of Energy, Constantine's attainments were the most profound. This magician was almost omnipotent.
"Then go and collect these materials!"
Constantine said as he displayed a series of names of magical materials in front of Li Mochen.
"Of course, I have most of these on my side, and I've marked them. If you can't find them outside, or don't plan to look for them, then you only need to pay. The money I'm talking about here must be soul coins. Gold shields are indeed guaranteed by the American government, but in the field of mythical materials and mythical equipment, they are not very useful. "
Li Mochen took a rough look and found that these materials cost a total of 120 soul coins.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a headache. He had recently collected some soul coins, which were from the outer realm, but there were only seven of them in total.
The current market price of soul coins in America was about 30 million gold coins each, so 120 of them would be 3.6 billion gold shields.
The problem was that these things had always been priceless, and it was difficult to collect them in large quantities in a short period of time. However, their price would not be too high because of this.
As far as Li Mochen knew, the Church of Light, the Church of the Goddess of Liberty, the Church of the Goddess of Magic, and so on would give out a large number of soul coins every year. As for the believers of evil gods, devils, and demons, they only needed to perform a blood sacrifice that pleased their "master" and could also receive a gift of soul coins. Even powerful magicians like Constantine could make their own if they were willing to spend the time.
In the end, this was not something too precious.
"Sure!"
Li Mochen thought that he still had to ask Kang Xiuli for help.
As a powerful mage and the leader of a conglomerate, the latter definitely had a lot of soul coins in his hands. Even if this guy didn't have any, Kang Xiuli could help him gather them with his connections.
If it didn't work out, he could also ask his girlfriend for help.
"I'll send the rest of the materials and soul coins to you as soon as possible. However, Professor Constantine, can you start work right now and finish it as soon as possible?"
At this moment, Li Mochen's eyes were glittering. "It's very important to me, more important than you can imagine. This thing's value to me is not just a Mythical equipment. "
…
Outside the suburbs of Houston, Texas, hundreds of bullets crisscrossed in the air. The roars of guns, machine guns, rocket launchers, and recoilless cannons could be heard twelve kilometers away.
On State Highway 35, dozens of armored police cars sped to the scene of the incident.
Roderick, one of the members of Houston's SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics) team number four, sat solemnly on one of the armored cars with a Mamba 340 automatic rifle in his hand.
"Don't be so nervous, rookie."
His nervous expression made the captain of the fourth team, Reedle, laugh. "This is a war between the Adams family and the Wildenstein family. It has little to do with us."
His tone was filled with mockery and helplessness. "I can guarantee that by the time we get to the scene, the war will already be over. What we need to do is just wrap things up for them. "
"The Wildenstein family?"
Roderick's expression changed slightly. "The recent news said that they were one of the initiators of the Atlanta tragedy. I also heard that this family has already become one of the most powerful families, right? "
"What else?"
Inside the armored car, another black man was cleaning his gun. "They even dare to fight the Adams family head-on. Do you know why this time? A freight train of the Wildenstein Transportation Company was hijacked. Then, they targeted the Adams family's transport fleet. Things like this have happened several times in the past few days. It's just that the news didn't report it. "
"That's crazy. The Adams family is also one of the most powerful families. Two of their ancestors became gods."
"There must be a reason why the Wildenstein family dared to do this. They definitely have the power to fight against the Adams family … "
"I heard that they are not only fighting against the Adams family. They are also fighting against Onassis and Mattiola."
"To be precise, they are fighting against the entire National Association of Progressives. Miraculously, they are actually not at a disadvantage. At least that's the case in Texas. A few of my friends in the other teams have also experienced such incidents in the past few days. They said that most of the corpses at the scene belonged to the Adams family. "
"Can you recognize them?"
"Of course, the members of the Adams family have a special mark on their cuffs or collars —"
Just as the people in the carriage began to discuss spiritedly, a commotion broke out. A female voice suddenly sounded from the radio on the driver's seat. "Car 122, car 122. Can you hear me? Please stop moving forward immediately. Please stop moving forward. "
Captain Reedle raised his eyebrows slightly and took the walkie-talkie from the police officer sitting in the passenger seat. "This is car 122. This is Team 45. We have heard you. We will stop moving forward …"
At this moment, the few police armored vehicles in front of them had already stopped by the roadside.
As Reedle spoke, he looked at the sky that was dyed red by bullets and flames. "Can you tell me the reason? The situation over there seems to be very bad. "
"According to the intelligence, the possibility of a demigod expert being involved in this gunfight cannot be ruled out."
The female voice smiled bitterly and explained, "What the director means is for you to try to maintain a safe distance of 20 kilometers from the battlefield. If you are not within 20 kilometers, then stay where you are and wait for further orders. If you are within 20 kilometers, please retreat immediately. "
"Wow! Demigod … "
Reedle sucked in a breath of cold air. His expression was extremely solemn. Behind him, the many SWAT members in the armored vehicle all looked at each other in dismay.
…
At this moment, on the side of the road about 17 kilometers away from Reedle and Roderick. Remington Adams was lying on the ground behind the wreckage of an overturned armored vehicle. He was cursing loudly.
"Sh * t! Where did they get so many outsiders? Five hundred? Six hundred? "
"Who knows? Although our director of intelligence patted his chest and guaranteed that the total number of outsiders is definitely not more than five thousand. The number that can be used in the battlefields of each state is definitely not more than 1,500. However, from the looks of the current situation, it is more than 1,800. Sh * t, they are attacking at almost three battlefields at the same time — "
"I don't understand why there are no reinforcements. This is Texas! Can't they even take down 600 people from the Wildenstein family? Get down! "
This young man wearing the senior security consultant uniform of Adams Security Company suddenly stopped talking. He turned around and lowered his body and head. At the same time, he cast the spell "Stone to Mud" which caused the ground to sink rapidly. The few people around him sank at least a foot into the ground.
In the next instant, a green wind blade slashed horizontally and cut the wreckage of the armored vehicle that was strengthened by several mages in front of them in half from the middle.
The sharp wind directly sliced through the heads of the two people. Remington Adams did not even manage to protect his beautiful hair. It was directly cut into a balding hairstyle by the wind blade.
However, the combat team hiding behind the other armored vehicle did not have such good luck.
They could see fountains of blood spurting on both sides. At least ten people's heads or upper bodies were forcibly cut off by the wind blade.
Remington Adams' face was pale. He quickly retreated to a position at the back under the cover of the crater and bunker. This was a masterpiece made by three Level-12 mages working together with two Druids. It had a trench up to three meters thick and was inlaid with steel plates and magic arrays. Its defensive ability was not inferior to that of a permanent military bunker. This made the bald Remington Adams more or less feel a little safe. Then, through his teeth, he spat out a voice full of resentment.
"It's the 'Blood-eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne —"
This sentence made the pupils of the dozen people who had successively retreated here shrink slightly.
"This is not her, otherwise none of us would have survived just now."
Another man wearing magic armor glanced in the opposite direction. "But at least she is a Legendary! A Legendary Mage! And with the enhancement of the Divine Right, the 'Blood-eyed Angel' is already nearby. "
"Sh * t, this is simply the momentum of a decisive battle. Where are our demigods? At least a Legend should show up, right? "
"Legend? Don't even think about it! The last battle was like this, we were fighting for our lives, but in the end, none of the company's Legendary professionals came. I can feel that our superiors are afraid. They don't want to go to all-out war with the Wildenstein family. They are afraid of the sniper who killed nearly 20 demigods. "
"It's not that exaggerated. At that time, the total number of demigods on the battlefield of Atlanta did not exceed 35. But that sniper is really terrifying. Even someone like the 'Energy Monarch' was almost killed. I really don't know where the Wildenstein family found such a person. Why does he work for their family? Or maybe he is simply a member of this family. "
"So it's very troublesome now, isn't it? If it's a decisive battle, we might win, but who knows how many demigods of the Adams family will be killed. "
"I don't know, but if the battle continues like this, I don't plan to fight with my life. There is no hope of winning at all. This is sending us to our deaths — "
Remington Adams listened to the discussion of the people around him and could not help but frown.
In fact, although he was a member of the Adams family, he did not feel the slightest bit offended by the negative comments of his companions.
As one of the members of the elite combat team fighting at the frontline, Remington was also extremely depressed.
This was because such battles had happened more than seven times in the past five days, and the scale was getting bigger and the casualties were increasing.
He thought that the family did not care about the lives of these people, and did not think about how to deal with the subsequent battles. The superiors simply wanted to hurt them and use them to fight with the Wildenstein family.
Before the opponent's Legends and demigods intervened, they would try their best to deplete the opponent's manpower.
But their enemy had now changed their strategy. Remington Adams did not think that the superiors' plan had any chance of success.
He had already heard that the family's previous attack on the freight train of the Wildenstein family was "gainless" (unprofitable; fruitless; no progress).
The word "gainless" did not refer to the gains from the "goods". On the contrary, they found at least 72 million gold duns worth of goods on the freight train.
However, the security personnel that the Wildenstein family had stationed on the freight train had been reduced from at least 15 to the standard of ordinary guards. Moreover, they had already evacuated before the arrival of their men.
The opponent had obviously given up on defense and began to focus on offense —
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