I loaded the gods module

Chapter 120 Council Themes
Looking around, the Gods Council Hall of the Storm Lord is not so grand and gorgeous, but rather sad and beautiful.

These seats entrust all the hard work and thoughts of the builder, and his achievements are destined not to be let down by Roy.

Roy is also moving forward when fate and Red Moon return to their normal position.

The waves are following the boy's footsteps, he is looking at the throne surrounded by isolated islands, and there seems to be a faint figure sitting there.

The sea breeze was still mixed with the melodious hymn of the siren, but if you listened carefully, the humming sound of nature disappeared again. Roy finally walked in front of his seat, facing the lonely throne.

Strictly speaking, this Throne of Thunder seems to be more perfunctory than other seats of gods, and the builders don't seem to have put much effort into it.

The world in front of the boy's eyes suddenly went into a trance.

He saw the god in charge of the storm sitting in front of him. He opened his eyes and let out a deep laugh.

He said, "I'm sorry, but the world is in your hands."

"What? What on earth are you..." Roy finally became astonished, because the appearance and voice of the other party were so familiar, just like a mirror, the figure Roy saw was himself.

However, just when he wanted to continue to question, he saw that there was nothing on the throne, as if no one had ever sat on it.

Complicated thoughts suddenly flooded Roy's mind. He looked at the strange and familiar seat in front of him, and re-examined the memories he had traveled through again.

As a matter of course, everything in the memory fits perfectly, without any superfluous things.

But even so, a certain familiar feeling permeated from the throne in front of him, disturbing Roy's thoughts.

The young man suddenly realized that whether it was time travel or the system, his body was still shrouded in too much fog. They had been lurking in the quiet depths of the sea, sleeping quietly.

But it's useless to worry about those at the moment, there are still serious things to discuss.

The next moment, Roy sat on his own throne.

The storm returns.

[Storm Lord's authority collection progress: 11%]

"Then, let our parliament begin in earnest."

The system panel popped up and disappeared, and Roy's expression became serious. He looked at the other two gods sitting on the seats, and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Viviana sat on the crescent moon, and Nina leaned against the branches. Both of them nodded solemnly.

"Then let's set the first topic, first..."

The storm made a declaration: "We will make the God of Holy Light pay the price of betraying the world. All gods, raise your right hand for approval and your left hand for opposition."

Hongyue and Destiny raised their right hands without thinking.

The first issue of the Assembly Hall of the Gods was passed unanimously.

"Since everyone's intentions have reached a consensus... let's make preparations to clean up the traitors step by step."

Storm laughed, and the leader of the evil god casually revealed his evil plan.

"First of all, I will kill all the kings of the Sapphire Kingdom, and I will cleanse all the souls who believe in the Holy Light, and I will let them sink in my kingdom of God forever and ever."

He tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne: "I need your help for this."

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"They are the people who came to sign up to participate in the construction of the banquet table? Where did you find it?"

The director of the construction company with a mustache looked at the two poor people in ragged clothes and dusty faces not far away, with his usual indifference.

"Forget about the young man with the scar on his face, why is there a dumb old man?"

The manager's face gradually turned cold: "Did you recruit some defective products for me to refill?"

"Oh, oh, you misunderstood, you misunderstood!"

The obese intermediary hurriedly put on a smiling face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, nodded and bowed: "Director Vic, you know, I will never perfunctory you!"

He pointed at the two poor people, and said loudly: "I found them in a village not far from the king. Don't underestimate that old man with a demented face. I have tested him and he has great strength." It's amazing, and it's a good product."

The next moment, the intermediary turned around and shouted: "Hey! You two filthy idiots, get over here!"

Two poor people in ragged clothes moved closer, a certain unpleasant smell immediately permeated, and the manager in clean and tidy clothes frowned in disgust.

"Okay! Stop! Don't let your dirty hands and feet touch the desk of the supervisor!"

The obese intermediary pointed to the sluggish-looking, but very strong old man, and then pointed to the solid iron ball under his feet: "You! Lift up this building material for me now!"

So Adolf nodded wordlessly, and the next moment, he easily lifted the extremely heavy test tool over his head.

The administrator raised his eyebrows: "Are they extraordinary?"

"No, no, no... I'm sure, they're just poor people with good physique." The intermediary replied, "It's very easy to tame."

"Very well, you will be paid accordingly."

The manager finally nodded with satisfaction: "The construction period is getting shorter and shorter. Recently, many useless guys have been killed. Manpower is tight. You have to continue to recruit labor."

"Thank you for your appreciation!" The obese intermediary squeezed out a happy smile.

During the construction of the King's Banquet Table, the lucrative human trafficking industry has obviously ushered in the midsummer, and the recent human blood steamed buns have made him a lot of money.

He turned his head and stared at the two poor people: "Come with me, you two will start working today."

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"What is the purpose of that pirate leader..."

Dim candlelight flickered in the narrow locker room, and one of the young 'poors' finally couldn't help but uttered his complaints.

Ron rubbed his stubble-covered face and sighed: "First, we were asked to sign a weird entry contract, and then we were sent to the most dangerous city of the Holy Emperor to act as 'undercover agents'..."

"I've read that contract carefully. We are now employees of 'Deep Sea Company'."

Adolf said thoughtfully: "Based on my years of experience in exploring the abyss, our souls probably won't end well... Heh... It's really interesting..."

"What's so interesting!"

Ron exclaimed, "Isn't this terrible!"

"At least we saved our lives, didn't we?"

Adolf smiled optimistically: "At the moment you were captured, I really made the worst plan in my heart, Your Highness the Fourth Prince."

The old man took off his dirty rags, revealing his eight-pack abs, and put on uniform labor uniforms, looking very energetic.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not some prince!"

Ron continued to shout, and the young man reluctantly changed into a work uniform: "I'd rather stay on the captain's Black Pearl and be a pirate than be a prince of the Kingdom of Eternal Glory!"

"Your Highness, none of us can escape our fate..."

At this moment, the captain of the night watchman's eyes became slightly deeper: "No matter how you try to escape, one day, you will face everything that Queen Maria faced."

The pendant on the young man's chest exuded a faint light, and the faint crowing came out, as if agreeing with the old man's point of view.

But Ron fell silent, he turned his head stubbornly, turned and opened the door.

(End of this chapter)