The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 87 Shikoti: A Bunch of Waste

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and Shikoti's clerk hurried in, and Shikoti was slightly startled by his flustered gesture.

As the clerk of the eldest daughter of the emperor, the other party should always maintain an unhurried etiquette and demeanor. If one day she fails to do so, then either she wants to resign, or something really happened.

Unfortunately, this time it was the latter.

Shi Kou Tixu pressed his palms to signal the blushing experts to shut up, then took the report from the clerk and quickly browsed it.

While reading, her heart sank.

After reading all the contents of the report, Shikoti handed it back to the clerk and nodded slightly.

The clerk began to read the contents of the report aloud.

The content of the report is roughly as follows: A cult dedicated to monsters appeared in the slums of the outer city of the capital of the Caesar Empire. Its headquarters is an illegal church, and there is a real monster in the church.Anyone who walks into a church and sees the monster or listens to its voice will go berserk, develop symptoms of mutation similar to those of the outside world, and at the same time begin to believe in the gods enshrined in that church.But because the place where the church is located is the lair of a gang organization, it is difficult for intelligence personnel to determine how many people inside have been contaminated...

When the clerk finished reading the information, the conference room was silent.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Shikoti asked softly.

Experts from all walks of life looked at each other.

But soon, they entered the state and began to express their opinions passionately.

A priest said that the cult worshiper was a rotten demon from hell who needed to be destroyed with holy water and holy silver bullets he had blessed.

A necromancer believed that the church was a corpse made of the grievances and flesh of the dead, but he could seal it with necromantic restraint.

A wizard who claimed to be a descendant of the ancient sun god claimed that it was a monster transformed from the blind eye of the cyclops Polyphemus, but he could purify it with the sun god scepter and a god-given spell.

Skoti listened quietly for a while.

Seeing that these experts were about to quarrel again, Shikoti suddenly pressed his palm lightly.

"I will suggest that the cabinet dispatch troops to seal off the incident and prevent the spread of pollution, and then you can deal with these monsters." The princess said gently but firmly, she raised a hand, and the few people who had just uttered wild words Pointed out one by one, "You, you, and you, you guys."

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" the priest sneered, "Well, the holy water I need can only be successfully prepared after ninety-nine and eighty-one days of devout prayer, and it takes one hundred and eight days to make one holy silver bullet."

The necromancer hiding in the black robe also coughed lowly: "I also need to prepare casting materials for my necromancer binding technique."

The wizard raised the brim of his hat to cover his flickering eyes: "Me too, I need to go to the place where the sun god fell to recharge the sun scepter, so as to ensure the destruction of this monster..."

Seeing their performance of trying to evade, Shikoti understood, but was still disappointed.

"Is that so?" Shikoti smiled playfully, "So, you can't solve them, are you lying to me?"

Several pretending "experts" trembled and said in unison: "Of course not. Your Highness, you really know how to joke..."

Shikoti did not listen to their explanation and made a gesture.

The guards behind her rushed out suddenly, pinned the "experts" who were talking nonsense to the ground, ignored their shouts and protests, and immediately tied them up.

Shikoti, who was wearing the exclusive royal attire with gilded black background, stood up from the chief of the conference table, bowed politely, skilfully, and with standard movements. Walking in small steps with a standard size of 0.34 meters per step, stepping on the mess all over the floor, passing the magic sticks tied in a string with smelly socks stuffed in their mouths, and walked out of the conference room without looking sideways.

A bunch of trash.

The eldest daughter of the imperial emperor thought indifferently.

……

"The plan of the Nishizawa Empire is entering the second stage. The communicator has already appeared." In the Blackstone Research Institute, Yan Luge yawned and said to Jiang Changhai, the head of his intelligence department, "One of our The Transcendent reported the condition of the communicator, and it would be inappropriate for us to pretend to be dead."

The communicator, Yan Lige called the polluted Xie Lun Sen.

He didn't deliberately calculate him or pollute him, but when the polluted videos spread in viral mode, there will always be a few types of people who will take the initiative to bear the pollution like crazy—like Xie Patients with incurable diseases like Lun happen to be one of them.

There are also certain cultists, mental patients, serious adventure hunters, etc., who are also easily polluted.

They are all "communicators" candidates in the Yanluge project.

Communicators are people who have been heavily polluted or even completely polluted. They already have the characteristics of spreading pollution, and they have become a time bomb that pollutes wherever they go. Conventional weapons can't do anything about them.

Yanlvge just wants to come up with something to let humans see extraordinary phenomena, and force them to form corresponding extraordinary organizations.

So he has widespread, large-scale light polluters, and a handful of serious, highly threatening pollution spreaders.

When these two problems erupt together, it's hard not to be noticed.

Then it can be predicted that a lot of new organizations will spring up in the world like mushrooms after rain to deal with these supernatural phenomena—whether they are civil or official, scientific or religious, law-abiding or illegal , well-organized or chaotic-they are all the prototypes of future extraordinary organizations.

Sheron Sen is just one of the planned communicators.

It's just that, as Caroline's classmate, he entered Yanlvge's field of vision ahead of time - a certain black hand behind the scenes still cared about his superman.

Yan Lvge closed his eyes, as if in deep thought.

After a while, he opened his eyes, reached out for the map of the Akkad slums of the Caesar Empire, drew a circle at a certain location, pushed it to Jiang Changhai, and said with certainty: "The communicator is moving. He was in this place stayed and caused secondary pollution.”

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Changhai's eyes, and he was amazed at how Yan Luge knew the exact location of the communicator who was thousands of miles away.

But soon he was relieved... Although Yanlvge never admitted it, in the speculation of many people in the research institute, he always believed that the boss had some ability similar to prophecy, or was simply reborn, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he Able to establish the Blackstone Research Institute with foresight, and know the characteristics of pollutants and gods like the back of the hand.

They were only half right.

　Baa Baa diary:
　　The sore throat is basically gone, just dry itching and coughing...

　　The cough was worse than the previous few days. It woke me up several times a night, and I felt like my lungs were about to be coughed out. Taking two cough medicines in turn didn't help.

　　It is said that the body is detoxifying soon, okay.

　　Today's recipe is curry beef and chicken soup paella, baa.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)