I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

After leaving the garment factory, Dean Wengers walked through the streets and alleys of the East District for a while, and finally entered a house that no one lived in, and did not appear again.

In the abandoned house in the East District, Xifa let out a soft sigh.

He has recovered that demigod projection.

"Katrina hooked..."

"The 'Conqueror' trait is kept by the 'Black Saintess'."

"Do the higher-ups of the Witch Sect use colors and saints as code names?"

"In order to win the trust of the Jagged Cross, Katarina should not lie, but it is hard to say whether she will use the 'Conqueror' trait in exchange for Triss in the end."

"However, Triss is very important to them."

"So she should be more than just a container. Triss must have something that the Witch Sect hopes to obtain."

"And that thing is very important, although Katerina has repeatedly emphasized that the value of Triss and Sequence 1 characteristics is not equal."

"But if Triss really doesn't matter, Katarina won't waste so many words."

"Well, it's naturally the best to be able to plan for the 'conqueror' characteristic."

"But if the deal with the witch is in danger, give up decisively. I would rather miss this opportunity than lose my life."

"Although I have the 'Ring of Styx', there is only one chance to be resurrected, but only once."

"By the way, the 'magic mirror' in the demihuman's hand also has the ability to revive, but the specifics will be discussed later, but you can ask for it."

"You can't take theirs for nothing, you have to exchange it for something."

"There is..."

Xifa tapped the window sill again with his fingers and said, "But compared to the characteristics of the 'Conqueror' and the 'magic mirror', I care more about the 'weather fairy'."

"After the battle with the Feysac fleet today, I feel that the potion has been digested significantly. If the war continues, maybe the potion can be digested within two months."

"In this case, preventing George III from becoming a **** can be used as a ritual for my promotion."

"In case the time for action is up but there is no potion material, then the next ritual that can meet the conditions will not be known until it will appear."

"Well, after the battle is over tomorrow, I have to ask Osvid to see if they find 'Scuard' there."

After sorting out his thoughts, Cefa released Mr. X's projection and asked him to use 'teleport' to bring himself back to the Trafal.

Trafal, Captain's Room.

Two silhouettes appeared silently.

Returning to the captain's room, Xifa recycled this projection, and then went out to the warehouse.

In the warehouse, the two administrators saw Xifa coming, and hurriedly got up and saluted: "Good evening, General!"

Xifa nodded lightly, and then said, "Have you counted the number of guns and ammunition seized today?"

A thinner administrator quickly took out a file and handed it over to Xifa: "It has been counted, General, but it has not been handed over to the base yet."

Sifa took the file, browsed through it, and asked, "Do you have a pen?"

"Yes, yes." Another administrator hurriedly offered a absorbent pen with a round belly.

Xifa took it, crossed out some numbers on the total item below the data, and re-written new numbers.

Then hand over the files to the two managers.

"I will report this amount tomorrow, and the rest will be temporarily kept in the warehouse."

After saying this, Sifah left.

The two administrators took a look at the archives, and the numbers that Xifa re-written were only two-thirds of the original ones.

Obviously, for the remaining third, Sifa will take it as his trophy.

For this kind of thing, the two administrators are not surprised, and feel that the general has reported too much.

He could have only reported half the amount.

They didn't say anything either, and quickly re-created a file for delivery tomorrow.

Sifa returned to the captain's room, and before the door was closed, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Then Adjutant O'Neal came panting.

"Report, report to General."

"The base just sent the latest telegram."

"Tomorrow's raid is canceled."

Xifa was stunned: "Cancel, why cancel?"

O'Neill wiped his sweat before saying: "The telegram did not specify the specific reason, only that the fleet commanded by Admiral Yegor Einhorn suddenly abandoned a sailing battleship, and then let the fleet withdraw. Out of the original sea area, it no longer poses a threat."

Cefa frowned slightly before letting O'Neal leave.

After closing the door, he sat behind the desk and analyzed it briefly.

"It shouldn't be because of an order to retreat. If it is because of an order to retreat, why leave a battleship behind?"

"Well, the problem should be on that abandoned battleship?"

"That battleship was polluted at a high level? Yegor found the problem and was worried that the fleet would be in danger, so he evacuated?"

"But there is no danger in that sea area. If there was a danger of contaminating the entire fleet, it would have been detected and dealt with long ago."

"But no matter what, if tomorrow's action is cancelled, I will lose a chance to digest the potion."

"no."

"The Feysacs are definitely more than that. They should have other fleets or armies nearby."

Thinking of this, Sifah called O'Neal over again and asked him to contact Black Sail to find out all possible potential enemies!

In order to digest the potion, Xifa had to actively look for opportunities to fight.

......

Backlund, Eastern District.

In a cramped rental house.

The glass window reflected a figure in a thicker jacket.

Klein stood behind the desk and carefully sensed the speed at which the Magic Mage's potion was digested.

"To frighten the demigods, the potion that I digest is fast. It's a lot more than what I digested in the previous three months combined..."

"However, if it weren't for the outbreak of war, it would be quite difficult to find demigods."

"Most of the people who can confirm their whereabouts are in their home court. If you want to suddenly invade and create a strange and thrilling feeling, you must convert innocents into marionettes."

"Even if there is no other choice, I will not consider this method..."

Tonight, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Klein went to the territorial waters of Loen, and used the ability of the 'Craft Mage' to frighten the commander of the Feysac fleet, the admiral Yegor who was born in the royal family.

He directly scared people to the point that they didn't even want the boat, and took the fleet out of the sea overnight, reducing a lot of pressure on Loen.

"War..."

Klein looked at the window, he could already imagine part of the world situation.

King Loen George III is promoting the various ceremonies of the "Dark Emperor". As long as he can withstand the impact of the potion, as long as he can maintain the necessary reason, he will ascend to the throne of God and be promoted to Sequence 0.

Feysac's Einhorn family took advantage of such a war that could spread all over the world, allowing key members to greatly digest the potion, and prepared the corresponding ceremony without too much difficulty, and the overall strength will be taken to a higher level;

Amon's brother took magical medicine and transformed into a "idealist" in the rolling tide of this era, adding another true **** to the world...

Thinking of this, Klein's expression was bitter.

Because he knew that even if he and the Tarot Club could prevent George III from ascending the throne, it would be difficult to change the development of the world situation.

"However, at least the intensity of the war can be slightly reduced."

"At least, it will allow more people to live!"

He looked at the dark street outside the window and said to himself.

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