Father Mavie

"Goncharov, I want to send you to the Aztec Empire to negotiate with Montezuma III, and at the same time establish a local church and promote the truth."

At St. Basil's Cathedral, Mavey looked at Goncharov, who was standing in front of him, with the snow on his shoulders not yet melting, and said: "Before you answer, I hope you can think carefully. This task is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die in a foreign country." , the support the church can give you is limited, and it cannot guarantee your safety."

After hearing the mission given by Mavey, Goncharov thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "The two people who braved the snow and wind the day before yesterday came to St. Raul Cathedral."

The voice paused. There are some things that don't need to be exposed, just know them well.

"It turns out that I have already met the goddess."

Goncharov smiled slightly and held his chest with his right hand: "Father, I am willing to go to the Aztec Empire to preach."

"Have you considered?"

"After thinking about it, this is my decision."

"Very good." Ma Wei nodded: "You can freely choose your companions and form a mission to the Aztec Empire. In addition, I will send Aurora to sneak into the Western Continent and protect you secretly."

This is the limit of what Ma Wei can do, and the funds are guaranteed to be sufficient, but he cannot send too many people to the Western Continent. If he encounters a strong enemy, the situation will get out of control.

"I want a cat," Goncharov said, "a talking cat blessed by the goddess."

"Do you have a favorite choice?"

"I have a bobtail cat, which is my companion, named Dorothy. If I can be blessed by the goddess, I want to take it to the Aztec Empire."

Mawei nodded in agreement: "No problem, you can bring it to the church, and Yunia will give it wisdom."

"Thank you, Father."

With the help of cats, Goncharov can also reduce some pressure in the Aztec Empire. Of course, cats alone are not enough, and other members of the mission must be selected.

In addition to Goncharov, the Church of Truth also began to send believers to Bonaparte's First Empire, the Roman Republic and other countries to conduct missionary missions in a covert manner and collect information to send back to the Holy See.

If you want to overthrow the Apocalypse God System, this is an indispensable step. Believers will always accumulate a small amount, and only with a foundation can they develop and grow.

And these believers who were sent to other kingdoms faced no less danger than Goncharov. If they were not careful, they would be labeled as heretics and dragged to trial.

The Church of Truth is infiltrating into the territory of the Apocalypse Theology, and the Apocalypse Theology will of course send spies to infiltrate the territory of the Church of Truth. The longer the stalemate between the two sides lasts, the more spies will grow.

With the Cat Legion, the Church of Truth is not afraid of any spies. This is Ma Wei's confidence.

A week later, Goncharov finally selected the person to accompany him to the Aztec Empire. In addition to the members of the Aurora Society, he actually chose Yevgeny as his deputy. Mawei did not ask the reason, just like Goncharov The husband didn't ask the homeless person about his identity.

Escorted by the Royal Navy and accompanied by the Aurora Society, the delegation totaled fifteen people. It was not a large group but brought many potions as gifts. Before setting off, Yevgeny shivered and looked silent, even though he had been promoted to a priest. There was no happy expression on his face.

He probably didn't do it voluntarily, but Goncharov took him with him anyway.

Amidst the sound of the high-spirited whistle, Goncharov, holding a gray short-tailed cat, stood on the deck and looked at Mosk in the distance. He didn't know when he would be able to come back. The city shrouded in snow was destined to be his destination. The spiritual sustenance of a foreign land.

Click!

Under the flashing lights, the cameraman captured this memorable scene. Ma Wei, who came to see off the ship, watched the warship go away with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the next half month, hundreds of believers set out, leaving their homes and traveling to various parts of the world with their missions. They all took their most cherished treasures with them.

The names of Violetta, Dali, Donat, and Pavnuti were all recorded in the church’s top-secret files. Apart from them, only Mavey and a few other people knew the names of these believers. Even if they died, they could not be disclosed to the public. They cannot even be mourned with the honor of martyrs.

In February, shortly after Goncharov and others left, it was still freezing cold and the first round of auditions was approaching. In order to prevent anyone from tampering with the auditions, Ma Wei called Daniel and Levin to disguise themselves. He sneaked into the scene like a contestant.

It is said to be an audition, but in fact it is more like a competition. The auditions in the London area are held at suburban racecourses. There are large lawns and tracks here, and multiple auditions can be held at the same time.

"Which event are you players in? Hey! Talking about you!"

A staff member wearing a hat saw Ma Wei and the others wandering around the field, and they also brought a little girl with them. He was immediately furious. He quickly stopped Ma Wei and the others, glanced at their empty chests, and questioned them. He said: "Are you players? You don't even have a number plate, how did you get in?"

Levine and Daniel looked at each other and answered first: "I signed up for weightlifting."

"I signed up to swim," Daniel said.

After saying that, Levin and Daniel took out the number plates from their pockets and pinned them on their chests. Ma Wei was stunned when he saw them: "Where did you get the number plates from?"

"I got it at the door!"

"You really signed up for the audition?!"

Ma Wei opened his mouth wide, he and Yunia were the only ones who dared to pretend to be contestants!

The two boys Levin and Daniel secretly signed themselves up!

No wonder they disappeared for a while on the pretext of going to the toilet when they entered the door just now.

"What about you?" The staff member turned to look at Ma Wei: "What project did you sign up for?"

Ma Wei reached into his pocket, pinched a gold coin, turned it into a number plate, and took it out: "I am a shooting athlete. Isn't there a new shooting event in this Olympics?"

"Oh, your competition venue is not here, come with me." The staff pointed to the sign erected on the right side and said to Levin and Daniel: "Weightlifting is in area three and swimming is in area five. We will be here soon." It’s started, hurry up, you, what’s your name?”

"Thomas." Mavey made up one casually.

"I just want to go over there, come with me!" The staff turned around and walked towards the exit. Mavey had no choice but to look at Levin and Daniel as if they were going to separate, and then took Yunia with him. Leaving the racecourse and walking towards the competition venue in the suburbs.

Shooting is an event that was added just this year. The flintlock guns used in the past were too backward and low in accuracy to become a regular event. This year, the Olympic Association was established and the event was re-formulated. It was decided to add firearms that are changing with each passing day, so it was added Shot.

Originally, this was nothing. Ma Wei's marksmanship was pretty good. Although he couldn't kill someone with one shot from a distance of 800 miles away, at least within 30 meters it was fairly accurate and he could hit the target with his gun.

As far as the accuracy of the current revolver is concerned, it still needs to be updated and iterated to meet the requirements of Western fast shooters. If the distance is a little farther, the bullet will not know where to fly.

It wasn't until the staff took Ma Wei farther and farther and came to a forest that Ma Wei noticed something was wrong.

The contestants standing around him were all wearing deer hunting uniforms and holding double-barreled shotguns. They were either sharp-eyed old hunters or gentle gentlemen.

"Let me briefly explain the rules. Since Pope Marvel decided to hold a Magic Olympics, this shooting event will not be ranked according to the score, but will imitate the form of a duel and shoot live ammunition with another player. The one who falls first will If you are shot at the same time, the calculation will be based on the location of the shot."

The staff member was holding a document and spitting: "10 points for hitting the head, 5 points for the upper body and torso, 3 points for the lower body, and 1 point for the limbs!"

"What if they all hit the head?" asked a gentleman holding a cigarette and wearing a red plaid vest.

"The selection is based on a three-game system, and the ranking is determined by the total score. If there is a tie in three consecutive games, the one with the highest score will advance together!"

The selection is a selection, and the competition is a competition. In order to select players to represent the country in the Olympics, the organizers adopted a duel mode. But on the field, teams will compete like in football and the total score will be calculated.

Perhaps in order to enrich the viewing and tactical aspects of the game, in the Olympic arena, each team has a stronghold, and it will end as soon as the flag falls or one team is eliminated.

Only this method can reflect the mystery of magic. How can you use magic for pure target shooting?

Confrontation is what magic is about.

"The entire venue covers the realm of immortality, so there is no need to worry about death, except for one thing."

The staff smiled maliciously: "The pain of being hit by a bullet will not be reduced. In order to ensure fairness, the use of shotguns and large-caliber projectiles is prohibited! All competition-standard bullets will be used!"

At the call of the staff, the gentlemen and hunters could only put down their shotguns and received a Dresser bolt-action rifle. This was once a weapon issued by the army, but with the advent of the Edward 1 repeating rifle and the rotating machine gun, The Dreiser bolt-action rifle gradually withdrew from the stage of history and began to be replaced on a large scale.

Even so, there is nothing wrong with using the highly accurate Dresser bolt-action rifle as a selection gun.

Ma Wei never imagined that a live ammunition confrontation would evolve into this kind of game mode with one of his orders. A group duel, all about marksmanship and reaction.

The opponent is either an old hunter or an upper-class person who often hunts, but he himself has been out of action for a long time.

The situation is not right

"what?"

The staff member who was looking through the registration form raised his head: "Thomas, why didn't I find your name? What's your number?"

".forget."

"It's okay. This is the first audition anyway. Anyone can sign up. There must have been a mistake there. I'll add my name to you. Don't be so rash next time."

The corner of his mouth twitched, Ma Wei really thanked him.

If he had known it was a live-fire confrontation, he would never have come!

There are 6 players in Ma Wei's group. They compete in three games, and the ranking is determined by the total score. The loser can rematch with other losers the next day, and can still advance if the score is reached.

Ma Wei didn't know whether this selection method was fair, but what the Olympics needed was the top athletes, and the others were just running alongside them.

And the real strong one has to stand out and emerge from the sky.

The staff looked at the pocket watch and said: "Okay, all players are entering! There is a red rope blocking the boundary. If you go out of bounds, you will lose! If you are hit, lie down consciously. Don't make any small moves, otherwise you will lose! Now all players enter field!"

Mawei received a Dreiser bolt-action rifle and ten rounds of ammunition. He put the gun on his back with a slightly ugly face and walked into the field. Yunia was very excited and shouted eagerly behind her: "Come on, Dad! Defeat them!"

As the only player with a cheerleading team, Ma Wei was lucky enough to gain the attention of other opponents. This is not good news. According to Ma Wei's observation just now, there are at least four masters among the other five players.

Think about it, where is London? A city with millions of people! Who dares to register in this competition area without having two skills?

What caught Mavey's attention the most was a strong old man with gray hair, wearing a bearskin jacket, a pair of moccasin boots stained with mud, and one gray eye. He had obviously been blind for a long time. He walked with a limp and seemed to have some eyesight. The old injury, just standing there without moving, gave off a terrifying aura.

There are probably thousands of creatures killed by his gun.

Another person who looked very threatening was a middle-aged man with a gentleman's beard and a deerstalker hat. Mavey had seen him before, Fisher Priest, the vice president of the London Shotgun Association.

Beneath his gentle appearance, there is a hunter's heart hidden. It is said that he has won the national hunting competition championship for three consecutive years, and the prey he targets has never escaped.

The remaining three people, two of whom were also members of the Shotgun Association, knew Fisher, and they were talking and laughing during the conversation. Only one of them had a cigarette in his mouth. He looked calm and did not pay attention to the others at all. inside.

The faintly beating demon spirit wooden box in his arms has already given a hint.

The man smoking in front of me is not human!

Ma Wei did not ban extraordinary creatures from participating. This sounds very unfair, as if humans are inherently weaker than these extraordinary creatures and can only be passively beaten in front of them.

Is it really?

If so, why can human beings establish their own era?

Ma Wei always believes that even when faced with extraordinary creatures, humans are still capable of fighting!

The forest is covered with snow and the leaves are withered. There are not many places to hide within a kilometer. As soon as they enter the field, the players immediately disperse and look for cover.

Finding a bunker is also a skill. If you choose a bad position, you will become the target of public criticism. No matter how powerful you are, you will still fail if you are attacked from both sides. Ma Wei, who knows this very well, quickly ran to the edge of the field and hid behind a hillside. , was loading bullets, and suddenly heard a cat meowing from above.

He raised his head and saw a fat cat lying on the tree trunk above his head, looking at him intently.

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They are what prevent cheating!

With a smile, Mavera pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded it. At this moment, the gunshot sounded to start the game.

(End of this chapter)