Chapter 374: One word, delay

Chapter 374: One word, delay

Chapter 374 One word, delay
“Faith in the god of RTS may be the best thing I have ever done in my life.”

No, it should be said that it is at this point in time that I joined the camp of the God of RTS.

Joan of Arc was floating in the sky, her long golden hair dancing against gravity, and the sunlight was swallowed up by her like a pouring galaxy.

Every minute and every second, she could feel herself getting stronger.

If she were left to develop her abilities on her own, she didn't know how long it would take her to reach this level.

In fact, it is very likely that she can only use her abilities for a short period of time every day like before, instead of being strong all the time like she is now.

Furthermore, it was just like what she had suggested to those favored by God before.

Hope to identify the joining of heroic units.

It was not that she was overly worried, but that she had truly felt the power of the God of RTS.

This blank god, if the first person to join here is an evil person, what terrible things will happen to this world is unimaginable. Perhaps, the flames of war will really sweep the entire world.
"Hu~~"

After a long moment, Joan of Arc exhaled a breath of golden flame.

Falling slowly.

Because another hero unit, the orc, Samuro, who calls himself the Sword Master, is back.

To be honest, what he said was not wrong. After being strengthened by the God of RTS, this orc became very powerful.

Especially the ability to assassinate secretly, even she has to be careful when dealing with it.

Of course, this is just now.

Joan of Arc knew that in the future, as she continued to strengthen herself by absorbing sunlight, one day the threat posed by this orc would be reduced to zero.

"Master, after my investigation, I learned that the British Empire's army has slowed down its advance, as if it is waiting for something."

"The people of the British Empire did not attack, and the Grand Duke of Lorraine did not take the initiative to attack. He was just passively defending."

“So, the current situation has stabilized.”

"So, what are they waiting for?"

Samuro couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"The Alchemical Inquisition."

Li Zhongren stirred the pot with a spoon and cooked lunch.

Of course, he would not tell Samuro that as long as there was a unit with vision, he could see everything clearly from a God's perspective even if the other party was talking.

"The one who attacked the Grand Duke of Lorraine this time was Knight Andre, one of the three Knights of the Round Table of the British Empire."

"From the information I have obtained, this person is extremely cautious."

"After learning that I was favored by God, they directly asked the British royal family to ask the people of the Alchemical Inquisition to come here and prepare to launch a siege against us."

"Alchemical Inquisition"

When this name was mentioned, even Joan of Arc couldn't help but shudder.

After all, its notoriety is known throughout the world, as an organization that specializes in killing gods.

"What, are you scared?"

Li Zhongren looked at Jeanne d'Arc.

"I'm not afraid, but I feel a little sad. The enemy is more difficult than I thought. So, what should we do?"

"How to do?"

Hearing this, Li Zhongren smiled.

"Then let's go back to the roots. What are we fighting for?"

"For yourself?"

"So, what is your purpose, Samuro?"

"Me? I just want to become stronger."

"What about you, Jeanne?"

"Save my compatriots and defeat the invaders. What about you?"

"Of course I took revenge, revenge on Britain and also revenge on Frankie."

"Frankie??"

"Why, Jeanne, you don't think the Franky Empire is a good thing, do you?"

"Ah this."

Joan of Arc was stunned when these words came out, but she found that she seemed to have no way to refute it. Thinking about it carefully, the Franky Empire was indeed not a good thing.

"So, the three of us acted in unison."

"First, we must not betray the God of RTS."

"Second, we cannot attack each other. As long as I am alive, there is no problem with this. As a person favored by God, I am the hub of all your power. Although I cannot directly control the hero units, if the hero units violate the rule of attacking each other, I can pray to God to cut off the source of this person's power."

“So there is a source of collaboration between us.”

"That is to eliminate Franky and the British Empire and build a brand new country on this land, a safe, peaceful, stable, and even boring country. After all, we are all at the bottom of society, and we are the only ones who know best that stability is the most important thing for civilians and serfs. We don't need any special rights. We just need, apart from reasonable taxation, that the people above don't bother us."

"Establish...a country?"

Jeanne blinked.

In fact, she had been thinking about whether she should go to the Grand Duke of Lorraine or even the royal family of the Franky Empire. Although witches are hated by everyone, if she is a mature witch, she will also be treated with respect.

But the man in front of him seemed to have opened a whole new door for him.

It even sounds a bit outrageous.

"but."

Jeanne clenched her fists.

"I have great power and a kind heart, so why can't I overthrow the Franky Empire, an equally corrupt country?"

"Because of their dignity? Or because of their good looks?"

neither.

Power comes from strength.

This is the truth that Joan of Arc realized.

just now.

"I agree."

"I agree."

Samuro said that he didn't care, he would do whatever the boss did.

"So, what do we do?"

"drag!"

Li Zhongren spoke.

“War is a waste of money.”

"It's okay with the Grand Duke of Lorraine, they are on the defensive, but the British Empire is on the offensive. They can stop for a while, but they can't stop forever."

"So, without knowing the Alchemical Inquisition's capabilities, we just need to avoid them."

"As time goes by, they will naturally start a war again. That will be our chance."

"it is good."

Jeanne and Samuro looked at each other and nodded.

Obviously, both of them knew that this person favored by God possessed special abilities and seemed to be extremely good at intelligence detection. This should also be the innate ability of people favored by God.
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The damp and cold night fog was filled with the smell of sulfur. At midnight, the sound of bells echoed over the British royal city, blending with the pervasive steam.

Cyril Adler's silver boots stepped on the puddles, the hem of his black robe swept across the moss on the wall, and his metal gauntlets shone with mercury silver in the moonlight.

The faint blue lines of the alchemical matrix floated in his irises, and his nostrils caught the special scent of the fugitive lingering in the air.

"Sector 7 sewage pipe, southeast angle 30 degrees."

He seemed to be muttering to himself, or talking to someone else, because he did not lower his voice, it was more like showing off, a kind of pressing step by step.

as predicted.

As his voice echoed in an industrial workshop in the downtown area.

A person suddenly moved.

The body is as flexible as a snake, moving quickly.

Almost at the same time, Cyril opened his five fingers and pressed them on the rusty steel frame.

Alchemy flowed through his flesh, blood, and veins. The fragments of the Philosopher's Stone burned at his heart. The entire iron mesh fence instantly melted into liquid and condensed into thousands of steel nails in the air along the path drawn by his fingertips.

Amid the whistling sound of metal like a rainstorm, the area within 30 meters seemed to be baptized by a metal storm. Only pieces of blood and flesh were left on the ground.
"Da~"

"Da~"

Cyril Adler strolled over to the minced meat, bent down, and took out a crystal the size of a fingernail from it.

These are the fragments of the divinity that will be separated out after the death of those favored by God.

That’s right, the person he killed was a person favored by God.

Its own frontal combat capability is not very strong, but it has extremely strong mobility and anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

If he were not a person favored by God and had to preach, it would not be easy to find his trace.

"Didi didi~~"

Suddenly, just as Cyril Adler was about to return to the court to hand in his task, the radio shoulder strap on his collar made a sound.

The train was running on the rails with a clattering sound.

Cyril Adler sat quietly by the window, watching the scenery flash by quickly outside.

He received an order from his superiors to go to the front line to help another team from the Inquisition.

They were ordered to hunt down a person favored by God.

In a head-on confrontation, the Inquisition, which possesses the Art of Alchemy, is not afraid of any enemy.

But that enemy was also an extremely cunning being. They wandered around the front line for several days but found no trace at all.

This made Andre the Knight of the Round Table on the front line very dissatisfied. After all, every day the army stayed on the front line would consume a lot of resources.

So they contacted me urgently.

Cyril Adler.

The hound of the Alchemical Inquisition.

This is his title.

It is also his glory.

Since his debut.

Maybe he's been defeated.

But no one has ever escaped his pursuit.

This was thanks to the random alchemical experiments conducted on him by the Alchemical Inquisition.

This is a ceremony similar to the blessing of the God-favored One.

It allows everyone who joins the Inquisition to gain an alchemy talent.

His alchemy is tracking.

A powerful tracing technique at the cause-and-effect level.

If he sees the cause, he will definitely be able to find the result, as long as the other party still exists in this world.

at dusk.

The train stopped behind the front line.

This railway was built by the British Empire, starting from the British Empire and all the way to the former capital of the Frankish Empire, Burari.

Of course, Cyril Adler did not reach the end, but got off about halfway and took the alchemical car again to the Lorraine area.

Here he reunited with his companions.

Iron Blood Team.

A team of alchemy judges that excels at frontal attacks.

"Take me to the original location."

After arriving at the place.

Cyril Adler spoke directly without any nonsense.

His life is limited.

He never wastes his life.

"Come with us."

The people from the Iron Blood Team also knew Cyril Adler's temper, so they took him directly to the place where Li Zhongren had initially escaped.

"Hu~~"

Cyril Adler took a deep breath, and all the smells in the air were absorbed into his nose.

In the pupils, the patterns of the alchemical matrix appeared again.

Thus, the smell that was supposed to be smelled appeared before his eyes.

Densely packed, countless silk threads spread out and extended to the infinite distance.

"Get in the car and follow me."

Cyril Adler was brief and to the point, then he got on the steam chariot and drove away with everyone.
"Are you sure you have found the other party's location?"

The car drove around the Lorraine area for a day, but no one was found.

Finally, the members of the Iron Blood Squad couldn't help but complain.

"The other party also discovered us."

Cyril Adler spoke again.

"The other party has mastered some kind of reconnaissance ability. He is circling us. Although the traces on the ground have been covered up, we can still find some traces."

"This is impossible. There are more than 500 people on the other side, and they are all serfs. How is this possible?"

"For those favored by God, everything is possible."

Cyril Adler shook his head.

"What should I do?"

"Why do you think you're beating around the bush with him?"

Cyril Adler looked at the captain of the Iron Blood Squad, an Alchemist Knight whose brains were all brawn.

"I'm testing its detection range. Now, I can basically confirm that it's about five kilometers in radius."

"and then?"

"Then, I have informed Andre the Knight of the Round Table. He has set up an ambush at a fixed location, just out of the opponent's perception range."

"Now, a siege has been formed, and after that, all of us will advance together."

"When? How come I didn't know?"

Cyril Adler glanced at the Alchemist Knight and said nothing. It was obvious that this was a secret that belonged to him alone.

"The enemy has surrounded us."

Although he said this, there was no fear on Li Zhongren's face, but rather a playful look.

His perception range is indeed only five kilometers.

However, what the other party doesn't know is that he can leave "eyes" behind. These eyes are the members of the team. At the same time, they will be wrapped in the breath of wind. As long as he doesn't move, he will not be discovered by anyone.

Therefore, he had already lit up all the places within dozens of kilometers in the entire area.

Every move of anyone is clearly seen by him.

Naturally, he could also see how Andre deployed his troops.

Even this Knight of the Round Table came personally to encircle and suppress him, intending to eliminate him as quickly as possible.

"Let's go, it's time for us to set off."

From a God's perspective, Li Zhongren began to operate crazily.

The first step was to have Samuro and himself cast Breath of Wind on everyone.

Then, spread everyone out.

As if they were steel balls in an exploding grenade, the five hundred people instantly broke into pieces and scattered in all directions.

The enemy's encirclement could not fill all the gaps.

With the help of vision, Li Zhongren's consciousness operated frantically.

Everyone was like water in the palm of their hand, silently breaking through the encirclement.
"What??"

Cyril Adler stood up involuntarily.

Because, under his sight, more than 500 clues, like flowers scattered by fairies, penetrated the encirclement, and then gathered again, and then stood there, as if mocking him, look, why don't you come and catch me like this.
(End of this chapter)