I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 289
new York.

An internationally renowned bustling metropolis that brings together all ethnic groups.

Shootings, more than 100 genders, environmental protection, demons, etc., show the vitality of all things competing every day.

FBI agent Eero Val is on the lookout for suspected Winter gods.

This is the daily routine of an FBI agent.

Different from the previous surveillance, this surveillance was obviously a bit decadent and confused.

The plan for the expedition to the Shura world was to recruit a large number of FBI backbones, which started on the [-]th of last month and lasted until early March today.

One after another, people were involved in the Shura world, and there was not a single backbone left.

Even the extraordinary beings in the secret realm have gone to the Shura realm.

For them, the eighth realm is the atomic bomb, which can be used or not.

The FBI, which already lacks a backbone, has lost even its top-level backbone, and can't find anyone who wants to report on its work.

Some of the bottom run away directly.

There are also people like Eero Val who insist on staying.

However, he also didn't know what to do when he stayed, and he just mechanically repeated his previous routine.

Maybe this would make him feel more at ease.

Today is another ordinary day.

Eero looked through the telescope and admired the rich man who was fighting with the famous model, "Faq."

He cursed and continued to watch. The old man was quite old and still had a lot of fun playing.

While he was enjoying the movie, Erault wanted to call for door-to-door service to vent his anger.

The short video software on the phone suddenly started on its own and played a video without his consent at all.

Eero did not click the fork to exit.

He recognized the man in the short video.

With his blond hair, golden eyebrows and eyelashes, and his cold face, he is extremely handsome and fits the girls' fantasy of a cold emperor.

"I am the high priest of the Cult of Winter God. Good afternoon to all the people of America."

Eero picked up the telescope and found that the TV in the rich man's home did not continue to play adult TV programs, but was also playing a video of the high priest speaking.

Does it cover the entire United States this time?

A sense of fear arose in his heart. He didn't know why the high priest did this, but he understood that no one in the United States could curb the high priest's actions now.

"Maybe some people don't know who I am, but that kind of thing is not important. What I want to say is that the American people have been abandoned again."

“The extraordinary people who developed the Shura world made a major breakthrough and abandoned those who stayed behind.

Obviously you have made a lot of efforts to support them, but the result is abandonment. "

The high priest slowly told the truth.

At least Eero thought he was right. The top brass of the FBI were indeed addicted to the Shura world.

I don't pay much attention to the situation here. There is no one at the bottom who can even report work.

Everywhere you look you can see colleagues at the bottom.

There was no sign of the boss at all.

But Aero didn't think the high priest was a good person.

At best, they were abandoned, and the high priest probably pushed them into the pit of fire.

Helplessly, Arrow could only watch all this happen, and even had no place to run.

"This is all due to your own powerlessness, but you don't have to worry, America will become great again through our hands!"

The high priest in the video raised his hand.

Erro hurriedly leaned his upper body out of the window, and an icy blue light flashed.

A huge shadow casts across New York City, and icicles so large they seem to support the sky appear outside the city.

The temperature of the air gradually decreases.

"I will empower you and lead you on the path of evolution."

The high priest said something.

Ice blue icicles flow with light, and the sky is covered with clouds.

The lead-colored clouds were dense and thick.

A blizzard filled the sky, covering the sight.

For just a moment, Erro's body was covered with snow, and he hurriedly got back indoors and closed the window.

Jumping with both feet, he wanted to shake off the snowflakes on his body, but he never thought that none of the snowflakes fell off, and the chill invaded his skin.

"Ha." Erro breathed out a heavy breath of cold air.

The soul goes out of the body with the cold air.

In a trance, Arrow saw a cliff so high that it could not be seen, and layers of ice condensed on the wall.

Strong desire drove him to climb up.

Countless people climbed up the cliff, and every time they stretched out their hands, they could feel the icy chill pouring into their bodies from the wall.

It's so cold... Erro showed a look of pain, his arms suddenly lost strength, and his body fell downwards.

It was rare for my mind to regain some clarity, and I looked at the countless people and the cliffs of unknown width.

Deep fear arose in his heart.

Click, the snowflakes solidified, Erro lost his breath of life and turned into an ice sculpture standing in the house.

……

A snowstorm covers the United States.

More than 3 million people stay at the same starting line and strive to climb up.

Including the high priest.

He was the first to climb up the cliff and stared at the figure of the great being on the top of the mountain. He was like a lost child seeing his mother, with a hint of dependence in his ice-blue eyes.

"I will definitely let you come to this world this time."

The high priest gave the assurance.

"It must be done as soon as possible, there is not much time left for us."

Even so, his voice was cold and there was no hint of urgency.

"Yes, please don't worry, I will personally take care of the Ice Scepter and will never leave until the transformation of heaven and earth is completed."

The high priest kept in mind the lesson learned in Hokkaido last time and did not dare to slack off at all.

"It's not enough. This few people are far from enough for our plan."

The God of Winter spoke slowly, "Listen..."

The high priest's indifferent face showed a hint of surprise, and then he lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, I understand."

"Don't let me down."

The God of Winter did not continue to stay here. He only came to this world briefly through the anchor created by the sacrifice.

If you want to truly stay in this world, you need to transform the United States into a country of wind and snow and only snow.

"Yes."

The high priest nodded, losing the great existence in front of his eyes, leaving only a trace.

The silvery-white light stream shot straight into the sky, as if building a bridge between the planet and the moon.

He stood in front of the stream of light, turned around, and his expression returned to its former indifference.

The second person to climb up from the cliff was a woman.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the high priest. He thought it would be the elder of the Winter God Sect who arrived at the cliff second, but it turned out to be a strange woman.

He waved his hand, and the snow on the ground pushed her forward like a production assembly line.

"What's your name?"

The woman who didn't seem to be relieved suddenly raised her head and saw that she was a mixed-race Mexican beauty with blue eyes. She said truthfully: "Shizi Harmon."

After pronouncing the name, her consciousness returned to her mind, she looked around and asked, "Where is this?"

"In your heart, Xi Zi, come down to New York and come to me."

The high priest's tone was not cold, but full of the gentleness of sunlight shining on the surface of the snow.

Xizi was stunned for a moment, feeling that the scenery in front of her was blurry and disintegrated, and the familiar yet nightmarish rental house appeared before her eyes.

The disgusting fat body was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Ah." She pushed with both hands.

The popsicle fell from the body together with the greasy man under the bed.

With a snap, the man shattered into several pieces, but no blood flowed out.

There was a thin layer of ice in the rental house, and even the sheets were covered in ice debris.

"What's going on?" Xizhi muttered to herself, unable to understand what was happening, and the image of collecting money and dealing with people vaguely remained in her mind.

She left the bed and stepped on the ice with her bare feet.

Looking at the clothes covered with snow on the bedside, I was wondering whether I should put on clothes and go out.

Snow whistled in from the window, weaving into a pure white robe around her body.

"This is?"

Xizhi was stunned for a moment, and had a clear feeling in her mind. The wind and snow were like her own hands and feet.

With a thought, the wind and snow wrapped her body and flew out of the window.

The falling snow covered the city, and thick lead-colored clouds covered the sky. Surrounded by the wind and snow, she rose into the air and looked down at the ground.

"???" Xizi couldn't understand what was happening in front of her, she only knew that this was not a dream...

Thinking of the blond man telling her to go to New York.

She looked towards New York and saw a very conspicuous mountain with layers of clouds and mist covering half of the mountain.

Xizhi decided to step forward and take a look.

……

The world is in chaos.

Dollar hegemony allows the United States to occupy an extremely important leadership position in the global economy.

If it suddenly disappeared, it would have a huge impact on the whole world.

Especially the high priest's speech before disappearing became a hit on the entire Internet.

Countries don't even dare to tell the outside world what is happening in the United States at the moment, and they keep it all hidden.

But the news is still spreading rapidly on the dark web.

Governments are meeting frantically, trying to come up with a response.

Compared with politicians in other countries, the situation in France will be better.

The Holy Knights are the only extraordinary force in Wuchang that has not gone to the Shura world to develop.

Especially when Noah's Ark doesn't know when it will come back, this power seems so important.

President Max immediately put aside all official duties and took a special car to Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.

The police department showed unprecedented importance and expelled tourists to the outside in advance.

At this time, if something unexpected happens to Max, who would dare to take the blame?
Max himself hopes that someone can give him a shot, not fatal, but let him lie down with honorable wounds, so that he doesn't need to face this super mess.

"When will Commander Jeanne be free?"

As soon as he got out of the car, he seemed impatient and wanted to see that person immediately to discuss national affairs.

The member guarding the gate said calmly: "You just came here, why are you in a hurry?"

"Sorry." Max smiled bitterly.

A blonde-haired woman dressed as a knight walked out and said, "Captain Jeanne lets you in."

"It's work."

Max strode forward and followed the female knight into the majestic and grand Notre Dame de Paris.

In the church, a huge boy was suspended in the air, holding a ball similar to a TV in his arms.

Images of mountains and rivers flickered inside.

Joan of Arc stood under the suspended boy, turned around and said: "You are here, President Max."

"Yes, Captain Jeanne, what is this?" Max raised his head with an obvious expression of confusion.

"He is God, and when he wakes up, he will lead people to the Utopia."

Joan of Arc did not hide her purpose.

The god-making plan has come to an end. Just wait until God opens his eyes, and the people of France can go to a brand new world where the future of mankind can continue.

Of course, Joan of Arc would not only take in the French, she was willing to open the new world to people from all over the world.

Anyone who believes in God can enter the Garden of Eden.

Those who do not believe, stay and wait for death.

Joan of Arc doesn't think she can save all the humans in the world, so she can only choose a part to save, and the rest will welcome the coming of Taichu.

The large amount of information confused Max. Taichu?The world is destroyed?
After a short thought, he came up with the most concerned question, "When will God wake up?"

"It could be any time within a month."

Jeanne answered truthfully.

Max frowned slightly, suppressed his doubts and asked, "Do you know what is happening in the United States?"

"Well, the high priest did a great job. He turned 3000 million people into extraordinary beings."

A hint of admiration flashed through Jeanne's eyes. Perhaps the butterfly flapping its wings caused a storm unconsciously, causing the high priest and George to make different choices in the parallel world that she was familiar with.

A country that turned the United States into an extraordinary person, and a country that led the development of the Shura world.

But their efforts will ultimately fail.

Joan of Arc is convinced that only her own method can save mankind.

"3000 million?" Max was first shocked by the number of extraordinary beings, and then realized that the United States had more than 3000 million people, but about 3.33 million people.

Will this wave directly eliminate [-] million people?
Crazy, crazy, Max roared in his heart, the rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, this is not millions, tens of millions, a whole [-] million people! !
If you don’t condemn or take action today, the blame may fall on him tomorrow.

"Captain Joan of Arc, do you want to sit idly by and ignore the Winter God Sect's evil deeds?"

"in spite of."

Joan answered bluntly, and calmly analyzed: "In February, the number of superhumans in the world may not have reached 3000 million.

Now there are 3000 million extraordinary beings in the Guangdong God Sect. If they don't attack us, they are already being friendly. "

Max was stunned and said weakly: "Don't extraordinary people look at their level, not their quantity?"

"The problem is that they all have strong men in the seventh and eighth realms, and the God of Winter may also come to this world."

Joan of Arc patiently explained to him and comforted him: "Don't worry, when God wakes up, we can move to a safe ideal land.

You just need to be ready to move, to spread our philosophy to Catholics all over the world, and let them pray at home. "

As the saying goes, one has to specialize in skills. Obviously, it would be faster to hand over propaganda work like this to politicians like Max than to do it herself.

As soon as he heard that he had his own thing to do, Max said nothing more and said with an excited expression: "I'll go back and prepare right away."

"Well, apart from the believers, the officials responsible for management can also enter the Utopia. You just need to know this."

Max was certainly not a fool to reach where he is today. He heard the subtext of Joan of Arc and nodded quickly: "Don't worry, I know what to do. There will never be any trouble in this month!"

"Ah."

Joan nodded and waved his hand to signal that he could step back.

Max left with confidence.

She turned to deal with the really important guest, "Hojo Hiirago, I'm really surprised that you're not dead."

(End of this chapter)