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Humans cannot defeat gods. Even if the investigators in their Special Investigation Bureau obtain the holy relics, they are powerless against gods.
After all, the so-called holy relics are nothing more than objects that gods left in the human world. Just this kind of object has power that they cannot possess in their entire lives.
Faced with the evil gods, the investigators can only try their best to prevent them from coming, or compromise, or mobilize humans in the area to seek refuge as soon as possible.
George smoked one cigarette after another, thinking about what to do.
However, if we let Elina go...when she grows up, will this Abyss Blood Cult become a cancer on the continent?
Long pain or short pain?
George discovered sadly that he actually had no choice at all.
Even if it's just one more day, humans should continue to survive.
He was helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it. Who could blame the gods for having the power to easily destroy the world?
"What a brave little fellow! I will take my leave today, but I hope you will remember that if the followers of your sect carry out any large-scale summoning rituals in an attempt to bring destruction to this world, I will kill them without mercy."
George dropped his cigarette and spoke in warning.
In fact, the information he received today was that the Abyss Blood Cult was going to conduct a large-scale evil god summoning ceremony here, so he brought people here to deal with it.
At least from now on, the consequences of the summoning ritual did not bring disaster to the entire land, which is a good thing.
"I will consider restricting the behavior of the believers."
Elina breathed a sigh of relief. The S-class investigator George in front of her was no easy character to deal with. He had already taken the lives of nearly a thousand cultists.
"George! Do you know what a stupid decision you made!"
The investigator carrying a huge cross shouted.
"Investigator Sakla, please remember your identity. You are only a C-level investigator. In the management of this sixth-level disaster, I have absolute management rights over you, including depriving you of your investigator status and making you incapable of action."
"You are a traitor to humanity. You sold your soul to the evil god!!! You actually want to let the servant of the God of the Abyss go here??? You have no idea what she will do when she grows up! We must kill her here!"
The investigator carrying the huge cross strongly insisted on his own judgment. Several other investigators were also a little shaken. They did not think as deeply as George did.
"Do you want Mixus dead?"
"Sacrifice is necessary! We were prepared to make sacrifices when we joined the Special Investigation Bureau!"
"You have no right to decide the life and death of others. Don't impose your own consciousness on others."
The invisible wind swept up the huge body of the investigator carrying the huge cross and flew away. George dropped the burnt cigarette.
"Well, see you next time. I hope you can control the behavior of your followers."
George and the investigators disappeared into the fog.
Elina didn't know that just the lingering aura of Moyin scared off these investigators.
The believers cheered, and Elina stood up, truly demonstrating the qualities of a leader.
The high priest also smiled with relief. There was no doubt that Her Majesty Elina had the potential to lead the Abyss Blood Cult towards a better tomorrow.
He, indeed, was not mistaken in his choice of person.
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"George, you have a lot of reports to write when you go back this time."
Another S-rank investigator said teasingly.
"Wellman, you should know that if the evil god behind her descends here, all the humans in the city will die. We have no choice."
"Yeah... It's a pity that we humans don't have our own gods. We have no power to fight back against these terrifying evil gods."
Wellman sighed. The investigators brought this time were basically there for training. They were too young and could not see the tragic consequences behind the incident.
A guy who relies only on passion will not only destroy himself, but also take a city's worth of people with him. The investigators of the Special Investigation Bureau may look impressive, but only those who have achieved A-level or above will understand how difficult the problems they usually deal with are.
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After returning to the Girls' Frontline world, Moyin looked at P7 again. The cat-eared humanoid was still hiding in the darkness, waiting for the unlucky passers-by to step into the trap she had set.
It seemed that he had not been away for too long. He took out a can of coffee from the system space, opened the pull ring and started drinking.
The city is actually quite lively at night. Even though it is late at night, there are still many people walking around on the streets.
Soon, a group of bad guys carrying bottles of wine stepped on the trap set by P7, and one of them was sprayed in the face by the ejected sewage.
"Fuck, who the hell is so wicked to leave this kind of thing on the ground? F*ck!"
The man who was sprayed with dirty water in the face cursed angrily.
The delinquents around also cursed loudly in support of the victim.
P7 hid in the corner with his head down, afraid that the other party would see the smile on his face showing his successful prank.
"Hey, kid, did you see which bastard made this thing here?"
The bad guy with a dirty face walked up to P7 and questioned him in a vicious tone.
"No...I didn't see it. I fell asleep before."
P7 raised his head and looked at Buliang pitifully.
"Tsk, then consider it your bad luck today. I'm just in a bad mood and want to beat someone up."
The bad boy untied the steel chain tied to his belt. P7 froze for a moment. How unlucky was he today? How could someone really beat up such a young child? No way, no way, no way, was he going to get beaten?
I should have watched from a distance. What should I do now? Reason? There is no way to reason with this group of drunkards. I should run away.
Looking at the bad companions who were gathering around her, she felt that the chances of her escaping successfully were slim.
P7 hugged his head and squatted down, ready to be beaten.
Seeing P7 cowering in the corner, his evil sadistic heart was suddenly ignited, and he swung the steel chain towards P7.
Snapped.
The steel chain did not hit P7, but was held in the hands of a tall, black-haired young man.
"??? Where did you come from? Get out of the way!"
The steel chain was held in the other party's hand, and the drunk bad guy warned with an unhappy look on his face.
"Brother, he, he seemed to have jumped from the building."
The bad guy at the side walked up quickly and approached the drunk bad guy to remind him.
"You're kidding me, this building is almost 10 meters high."
The bad guy who tried to pull the chain back cursed.
"Brother, my child has caused you trouble. How about I give you some compensation for mental damages and you let her go?"
Moyin smiled and let go of his hand, and the man who was pulling the steel chain too hard fell to the ground.
"Huh? Am I short of money?"
Buliang got up from the ground and looked at Moyin with anger.
Moyin took out a stack of banknotes.
"...Tsk, keep an eye on your daughter. I will never forgive her if something like this happens again."
Buliang's eyes lit up. This stack of bills must be worth tens of thousands of dollars at least. Who doesn't like money?
The bad guys snatched the money from Moyin's hand and left whistling.
"Why... You, you are very powerful, right? Why don't you beat them all down and give them the money?"
Looking at Moyin's back, P7 asked in confusion.
"Because you were the first to do something wrong. I am a reasonable person. They fell into the trap you set and became victims, so I tried to persuade them with kind words."
"Even if you have power, you shouldn't abuse it. Of course, it's not right for them to just beat you up. If they refuse to take the money and insist on hitting you, they will pay the consequences with their own lives."
"Come with me, I will give you a warm home and all the delicious food you can eat."
Moyin reached out and rubbed P7's cat ears.
"I, I'm afraid of death... I don't want to go to the battlefield to fight. I'm just a civilian doll."
P7 said weakly.
"Pfft, so you're afraid of that? That's fine, you can go help in the kitchen. Some of my tactical dolls don't go to the battlefield. Rather, most of them stay in the command center on standby. There are no special tasks for them to perform."
"Of course, I will strengthen your current body so that you can protect yourself even if you encounter a battle, so are you willing to come with me?"
Moyin squatted down and looked at P7 tenderly.
"Well... well, I don't have a home here either, so I'll just go with you. Should I call you Commander?"
P7 hesitated for a moment, and Moyin treated him to a delicious meal, protected him when he was about to get into trouble, and let him go when he did something bad.
This man is very good to me...I should be able to trust him.
"You can call me that if you want. My relationship with my humanoids is more like that of friends."
Moyin smiled.
Although if MDR were here, she would definitely complain about being a friend in bed, but fortunately she went back to the hotel to sleep tonight.
Moyin bought two ice creams on the roadside and handed one to P7.
"Where should we go now? Back to your headquarters?"
P7 asked while licking the ice cream.
"Do you have anything to bring?"
"No, I have nothing."
"Then I'll change your clothes first, then you can take a shower, and then take me for a walk around this city. I haven't been shopping in a long time."
"New clothes! A cute little dress!"
P7's eyes lit up immediately. Seeing other girls wearing cute little skirts, she wanted to wear them too! But she couldn't find that kind of thing in the trash can.
"Well, as long as it's a little skirt you like, I'll buy it for you."
Moyin smiled. He seemed to have found the weakness of this cat-eared humanoid.
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