NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48: I Can't Lose the Breath Holding Competition!
Mysterious Capital, a small street opposite the Great Library.
The other shops were all closed, and there was only a small restaurant the lights still on. The patience of the war priest Joestar had turned into anxiety.
Using the innate ability and divine power granted by the Goddess of War to simulate the divine power of the God of Nature, he arranged for his fanatics to pretend to be followers of the God of Nature, and launched self-destruction attacks at several important locations in the Mysterious Capital.
Now that the attack had started, the task of the goddess blowing up the Green Vines Empire should have been completed.
But Joestar never found a chance to complete the other mission, to kill Roger Charles, who provided the Queen of Eternal Night the strategy of pretending to be the Restoration Army.
He couldn't imagine that, seeing that it was past midnight, the trash brother was still studying in the big library?
Although there were many magicians who are obsessed with their research, this rubbish brother who is famous in the capital of the gods, doesn't know any magic at all right?
And now that the Mysterious Capital is in chaos, the search for the believers has started, and if it is delayed, he will not be able to leave.
However, the Goddess of War's mission is not completed, and he cannot leave.
If he leaves, the power given to him by the goddess will backfire, which is a consequence he cannot bear.
The gods treat their enemies cruelly, treat their priests and believers, and do not talk about martial arts either.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Great Library was set up by the Queen of Eternal Night herself, with various advanced defense formations and investigative policies, it was guaranteed to be exposed when entering.
"A dude who has such good patience and is not curious about the hustle and bustle going on outside, so he doesn't pay attention to what's going on outside the window?"
Joestar tapped on the table, and suddenly his pupils shrank.
He saw a small group of city defense troops, searching from house to house.
Coming to his shop soon.
The capital of the empire was bombed with more than 100,000 lives taken by the believers, and the whole city fell into a state of panic and rage.
Joestar really couldn't leave at this time.
He pondered for a while and cast an illusion to change his appearance and clothes.
At this time, at first glance, he was a large version of the shop owner.
Then he pulled out a gold coin between his fingers.
In his sleep, the little boss who was holding the purse and thinking about how to spend the huge sum of money suddenly twitched and bled from his seven orifices.
Soon, his movements gradually subsided.
At the same time, Joestar had more memories that did not belong to him.
Shepherd's money is not so easy to get.
The small team of city defense troops found this shop that was still open and was a little surprised.
Everyone was busy all night, and they were all hungry.
"Boss, what else is there to eat?"
"Only soup noodles."
"Bring eleven bowls here, add meat, and I'll treat you."
The generosity of the squad leader of the city defense force won the cheers of the team members.
Only delicious food can reduce the haze on everyone's face.
Joestar moved quickly, and soon eleven bowls of hot noodle soup were delivered.
The city defense army team finished eating at the speed of light and prepared to continue the search.
Suddenly a young defender said, "Captain, we haven't tested this boss yet."
In an instant, Joestar, who was washing the dishes, tightened his body and clenched the dagger in his arms.
The squad leader wiped his mouth and slapped the team member on the back of the head:
"In this regard, it's not hard to work for decades. Do you think that the church priests will cook this themselves? Don't waste your time, go, to the next one."
"The boss is smart!"
Everyone was flattering. The noodle soup tasted very authentic. The team laughed and left the small restaurant.
Joestar let go of the dagger, his eyes flickering: "I don't know if I am lucky or you are lucky."
He sat back in the center of the store and continued to wait for "customers" like an ordinary little boss.
It was dangerous to leave the Mysterious Capital now, so he simply continued to sit here and wait for the rabbit.
That young master Charles, will he still not go home tomorrow?
We've all waited until now, our breath-holding contest, we must get a result!
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Just when Joestar and Air were fighting their wits, Roger had already returned to Charles House.
Lying in bed, he couldn't sleep for a long time.
Not because of fear.
After listening to the past of the Queen of Eternal Night, he felt that the so-called purgatory he saw was completely irrelevant.
Especially since he has decided to stand on the same side as the Empire next, he is no longer so anxious when he thinks of those eyes that long for life.
He couldn't sleep, he was thinking about how to help this huge empire.
If you want to defeat the gods within ten years, even if the strength of the Queen of Eternal Night is improved compared to the game, it is still almost a fantasy.
There is only one queen, but there are seven gods.
No, there is also the God-king who hides behind his back and controls everything!
If it is said that Roger is waiting for the system to issue rewards, heap attributes, and abilities.
Then the gods draw the power of faith and life essence and pile it up into numerous monsters day after day.
Prayer is a slow leek cutting, sacrifice is a quick leek cutting.
Even if the believers died, the gods don't stop.
There is no other monster-level powerhouse like the Queen of Eternal Night.
"So, while improving the strength of the empire, try to attack believers as much as possible, grasp with both hands, and use both hands to be hard!"
As one goes away and the other grows, the empire only has a chance to survive.
This is a path destined to be difficult, even futile.
But since you have chosen, keep going.
Against the Eternal Night that blocks the real shroud of the world...
It's on fire!
Roger rubbed his swollen temples and laughed at himself.
Perhaps, as Her Majesty said, deep in your soul, there is a hidden attribute of "killing yourself"?
If there is a chance, maybe he also wants to become a man who can make the impossible possible...
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The next day, the Hall of State Administration.
The Queen of Eternal Night and the eleven cabinet ministers looked at the two empty chairs with serious expressions.
Last night, the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Art were also addicted to the charm of the blue-eyed white dragon and admired their little brother, and were taken away by the supernatural storm.
However, the work that should be done must continue to be promoted.
Instead of what is being discussed now, the more important thing is that someone needs to fill the vacancy of the position of the chief of the city defense station.
The military strength of the Secret Capital is divided into three systems: the Royal Guard, the Standing Army, and the City Defense Army.
The Royal Guard guards the Palace, and the standing army is a mobile force against foreign enemies.
The city defense army is similar to the policemen department of later generations, responsible for daily defense, maintaining daily security, and occasionally managing the appearance of the city.
Last night, the chief of the city defense station was also at the celebration banquet in the north city camp.
The vice-president was promoted to the hotline, but when the believers made trouble, the people disappeared again.
The director of the first guard was temporarily serving as the director but was assassinated...
The commander-in-chief of the airborne city defense station died in an accident this morning...
With the excessive risk of death, he also shoulders the task of searching for the remnants of the church and thoroughly investigating the culprit behind the bloody night.
A job that would break the bank on weekdays turned out to be a hot potato, and no one was willing to take it.
And the queen was worried that she would not be up to the task of searching for someone who was too useless.
Roger was so excited last night thinking about the road to a strong country that he couldn't fall asleep, and his brain was a little out of luck at this moment.
He didn't know any suitable candidates either, so he was going to just eat melons and wait for the next issue.
Unexpectedly, Margaret rolled her eyes and said to Angelina, "If you want to say that the young nobles in the imperial capital are the most talented and have no position, they are none other than Roger Charles! Your brother will be able to do this, right? "
The Queen of Eternal Night replied on her behalf, "He can indeed."
Roger immediately sat up straight.
[As soon as I ate the melon, I ate the melon on my head? 】
[Little ceiling fan, you're on a narrow path, and you want me to give you some tricks to fix my sister? 】
[And what do you mean, Your Majesty, you know that I am here, but you still promise that I will not be cloned! 】
Angelina pursed her lips. Her useless younger brother has been training with Lord Dio for a long time. Shouldn't it be a delay?
As for the risks, His Majesty's kindness to the Charles family is as heavy as a mountain, and she didn't think about it at all.
She was answering for Roger when she suddenly saw someone stand up and ask the Queen for orders first:
"Your Majesty, this minister is willing to serve as the chief of the city defense station, please allow me!"
It's not someone else, it's Dio Brando!