I’m In Charge of SCP

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jue had just finished washing, and then learned the news of Robert Bumaro's death. He didn't rush to worship, nor asked what to do with the funeral, because of these things, Robert Bumaro must have made arrangements.

In fact, since Robert Bumaro returned from a serious injury, the God of Broken Church has been prepared for this result.

But when things came to an end, most people couldn't hide the sadness in their hearts and cried.

The whole city is full of sadness.

After the uncomplicated memorial ceremony, Robert Bumaro's body was thrown into the sea-in fact, when he died, his body had become a pile of broken parts.

In the evening, the Church of the Broken God held an all-member meeting. All members of the church in the City of Gears participated, confirming that Zhang Jue was the next leader of the Church of the Broken God.

This was arranged by Robert Bumaro long ago, without any problems.

The funeral arrangements are completed and everything is back on track.

Zhang Jue held several meetings and confirmed the course of action of the Church of the Broken God with a group of senior leaders.

——Low-key, low-key, low-key again.

After Robert Bumaro's death, the Broken Gods teach the group of dragons without a leader, and the Foundation and GOC will definitely take the opportunity to get involved.

With Zhang Jue in the middle, this process may not be so intense, but the premise is that the Church of the Broken God does not want to die on its own.

Therefore, Zhang Jue's strategy is to build high walls, accumulate food, and slowly dominate.

Make a fortune in silence.

According to Zhang Jue's idea, the Church of the Broken God is best at mechanical creation, so it can develop and grow in this area while recuperating.

Only when one's own strength grows, will he not be bullied to the head.

What kind of aircraft tanks, nuclear bomb aircraft carriers, can be built for him.

The mechanical army may not have much effect in the face of high-dimensional creatures, but it is enough to deal with ordinary situations.

As for those ghosts and gods, he will take care of himself.

After listening to Zhang Jue's talk, everyone felt that this is indeed a feasible solution.

But there is a difficulty that cannot be solved.

A staff officer raised his hand and said, "Your Excellency, your idea is very good, but...how to solve the resource?"

? ? ?

Zhang Jue was stunned, and only after a while did he realize that he seemed to have missed this important question.

The Church of the Broken God is good at manipulating machinery, but it cannot produce ore out of thin air.

Make bricks without straw.

He belongs to both the mechanical army and the aircraft carrier, so he doesn't know how much manpower and material resources it will consume.

The Church of the Broken God has no technical barriers, but there is nothing to lose.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, then his smile returned to his face.

"Although you design the drawings according to the plan first, you don't need to worry about the resources, and I will solve them."

His smile was wretched, and he didn't know what bad idea he thought of.

In this way, Zhang Jue stayed in the City of Gears for three days.

These three days have changed the impression of some people in the Church of the Broken God.

The most obvious one is Robert Bumaro's original secretary, Fusha.

Robert Bumaro is serious and upright, with great authority and leadership style.

Compared with him, Zhang Jue is slightly frivolous.

Although he is the leader of the broken **** cult, he always likes to make jokes, or to say something inconspicuous.

Many times, Fusha wanted to remind him to pay attention to his image, but she held it back at the last minute.

She was very thankful that she didn't talk too much.

Because she found that she really underestimated the new leader.

Unlike Robert Bumaro, Zhang Jue is younger and more open-minded.

What mechanical army, what transformers, what EVA is up to.

Those seemingly unrealistic fantasies seemed to have the possibility of being implemented after he was stripped of their cocoons.

It took only a few days for Zhang Jue to take over the Church of the Broken God, which seems to have injected new vitality into this sect with a thousand years of history.

Fusha looked at him, her eyes gradually changing from cold to gentle.

That night, Zhang Jue was staying up all night working on a plan.

Fusha walked into the room cautiously, put the coffee aside, and tried to leave, for fear of disturbing Zhang Jue.

However, Zhang Jue stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Miss Fusha."

Fusha stood on one side obediently and lowered her head: "Just call me Fusha, Master, did I bother you?"

"That's not true." Zhang Jue shook his head and chuckled, "I'm a little sleepy, I just want to find someone to talk to-I heard that you have been Robert Bumaro's secretary?"

"Yes." Speaking of Robert Bumaro, Fusha was a little sad, and soon returned to normal. She nodded, "It's been about ten years."

Zhang Jue took a sip of coffee: "I think you have good abilities. Are you interested in participating in church affairs?"

"what?"

Fusha grew her mouth. Although she claims to be Robert Bumaro’s secretary, in most cases, she is taking care of Robert Bumaro’s diet and daily life. She does some chores, at most arranging meetings and delivering news. She really wants her to participate. When it comes to specific matters, she doesn't have the courage to decide the future direction of the church.

However, Zhang Jue seemed determined to pull her into the water, tempting her in a good manner: "Actually, it's not difficult. Look at me, just a few days after becoming the leader, don't you also pretend to be decent?"

"It's not a pretense." Fusha retorted, "I can see that you are really capable of doing these things, so Mr. Bumaro and the adults agreed with you to succeed."

This little girl is quite good at talking, and Zhang Jue laughed: "You have learned all your abilities. You have been around Robert Bumaro for so many years, and you know more about the City of Gears than some staff members, how about it, are you interested? Try it?"

Fusha hesitated: "What if I can't do it well?"

Zhang Jue chuckled, "How can I know if I don't try it, what are you afraid of if I will give you the bottom line."

Fusha frowned, thought for a while, and then made up her mind and said: "Okay, try and try!"

...

Two more days later, after some urgent matters were dealt with, Zhang Jue embarked on the way back.

According to the previous agreement, he only needs to be responsible for the formulation of the general direction, and the specific implementation is still the responsibility of the Church of the Broken God.

He can't stay here for too long, so he has to leave.

Old Man Macfer, a diplomat of the Church of the Broken God, came to see Zhang Jue off.

Speaking of which, the two are also considered destined.

Zhang Jue's first visit to the City of Gears was on the road led by Markover.

Zhang Jue was about to board the ship, but Macfer suddenly arched his hands.

"My lord, please stay."

Macfore took a box from the entourage behind him and handed it to Zhang Jue.

"Mr. Bumaro has something for you."

Robert Bumaro has something to give me?

Zhang Jue felt a little strange. He opened the box and saw a palm-sized gear lying in it, emitting a golden light.

He recognized what it was at a glance—the fragments of the divinity left by Robert Bumaro after his death.

It was at this time that Macfer gave the things to him, presumably Robert Bumaro's order.

Zhang Jue could even guess that if he did not behave well these days and didn't really teach the Broken God, then such a thing might never be handed over to him.

He has received it now, so it means that, like Fusha, most of the senior leaders of the Church of the Broken God have recognized his ability and recognized his decision as a leader.

The ability Zhang Jue showed was beyond their expectations.

These old fellows of the Broken God Cult never thought that this church, which has been established for a thousand years and has a decadent atmosphere, still has so many possibilities.

Under the leadership of Zhang Jue, they have even begun to look forward to the future of the broken god.

Zhang Jue put the things away and stepped on the boat.

He waved to the city of gears, and the ship started to move.

As the ship continued to advance, Zhang Jue gradually became a point in his vision.

Markfor looked at the vast ocean in front of him, and slowly said:

"Mr. Bumaro, have you seen it, now you can finally leave with peace of mind..."

...

Antarctic frozen soil.

While pressing his chest, Woz walked **** the ice.

This time he was ordered to discuss cooperation matters with the Sarkic sect and assist God Arndon.

It was going very smoothly.

But who knew that Zhang Jue shot out halfway through.

Good things that disturbed him thoroughly.

After being injured, he fled the city of Akadadha.

However, what shocked him was that Ion actually died and was killed by Zhang Jue.

This made him extremely shocked.

That Zhang Jue, has his strength grown to this level.

He regretted that he didn't listen to Joseph's words and killed him when he first met.

Hearing that the plan had failed, he was tossed for a long time before returning here.

The old servant Joseph stayed outside and continued to inquire about the situation.

Woz came to the bottom of a snow-capped mountain, found a specific stone, tapped a few times with a pistol, and the camouflage on the surface of the stone fell off, revealing a keyboard-like thing.

After he entered the password, Snow Mountain suddenly opened, revealing an entrance.

This is the base camp of the Chaos Insurgency.

After the entrance was opened, there was a person standing inside, his hands on his shoulders, and he looked at Woz.

The visitor is not someone else, but his brother, Fuen.

"My dear brother, you just came back like this? How is the Sarkic sect thing going on?"

Fuen's eyeliner spread all over the world, and Ion was killed by Zhang Jue. He naturally knew that he was waiting here just to make his elder brother sick.

Woz snorted: "It's less yin and yang, that Zhang Jue's strength grows too fast, whoever goes is the result."

"Oh? Really? I hope my father believes your explanation." Fuen smiled and stepped aside, "Good luck to you, my brother."

...

Europe, the Balkans.

As the only surviving one of the four Sarkic saints, Lavata curled up in her lair, shivering.

After being extracted most of the power by Ion, she has returned to her human form.

Few people know that she was the wife of Ion.

At this moment, she is very weak, and it may take thousands of years to return to her original state.

Suddenly, a small spot of light appeared in front of her, like a firefly in the dark night.

Her eyes widened, in disbelief.

Because she sensed Ion's breath.

"is it you?"

She tried to ask.

But it was impossible for the light spot to answer her at all.

She knew that this was Ion, because the feeling was very strong, and she was familiar with it.

She suddenly realized that this was Ion's divine consciousness!

The body of God can be killed, but the will of God is not so easy to be destroyed.

Zhang Jue beheaded Ion, but he didn't expect that his spiritual consciousness would come here by accident.

Ravata did not hesitate, swallowing that divine sense in one bite.

She rubbed her belly silently.

"In that case, stay here, no matter how long, I will resurrect you."

Ravata silently swore an oath. She grabbed a few underground creatures and was about to eat. Suddenly, a person who couldn't see clearly appeared in the distance of the cave entrance with a torch.

"Who?"

Lavata exclaimed warily.

You know, this is the underground of the Balkan Peninsula, her lair.

Even for the Foundation, it is impossible to find her so quickly.

The man walked out of the shadows slowly, looked at Lavata, and smiled slightly.

With this simple smile, Lavata felt that her hair was about to stand up.

The horror of this man's strength was even worse than that of Ion, who hadn't ascended to the gods.

Even in her heyday, she was not his opponent.

The man slowly said, "You may not have heard of my name, but it doesn't matter. You only need to know that I am one of your six leaders, and that's enough."

"One of the six leaders?"

Ravata was wondering when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She lowered her head and saw that her stomach had been cut open, and blood was bleeding all over the floor.

The tiny light that had just been swallowed into her abdomen was slowly flying towards the mysterious person.

The mysterious man held Ion's consciousness in his hand and laughed again.

"With it, the master can be resurrected."

...

Oceania, Australia, Sydney.

A middle-aged man in a white coat is standing by the sea, looking into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

He wears a pair of silver round-frame glasses, and his hairline moves back a bit.

It is one of the four doctors of the apocalypse-Dr. Gears.

After the sun rose, he leaned slightly, as if seeing off.

From the beginning to the end, his face was extremely calm, and there was no expression of emotion.

After all this, he is about to leave.

A woman in a black dress and black boots appeared behind him.

"Are you still reluctant to go back with me?" she asked softly.

Dr. Gears shook his head calmly.

"I haven't found what I was looking for."

The woman said: "What are you looking for? Tell me, I can help you, everything is in the library."

Dr. Gears shook her head again ~www.novelmt.com~ The woman sighed. They had conducted similar conversations many times, but there was no result.

By now, she hardly had any hope.

Suddenly, an unclear spot of light appeared in the distant sky, floating towards the two of them in the golden morning light.

The spot of light floated in front of Dr. Gears, floating in mid-air.

Dr. Gears reached out his hand.

The light spot fell on the palm of his hand, like a butterfly.

Dr. Gears felt warm, as if he was an old friend who hadn't seen him in many years, talking to him all night long.

After a while, the light spot disappeared and merged into his body.

And at this moment, something in his body seemed to have broken its seal and was waking up little by little.