The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

[His Majesty Major Angelo Sivir]

[Since ancient times, I, Ansu Morningstar, have been the most loyal believer of the Mother Goddess of Pain]

Last night, Angelo received a telegram from Farol on the Chaos Border.

Only a few people knew the route of this telegram.

He frowned slightly, and his eyes, which were half-closed, suddenly opened again, revealing a hawk-like gaze.

"Major, may I ask what this telegram is?" the auxiliary officer asked.

"Just an ordinary undercover agent."

Angelo opened the telegram, read it word by word, and responded casually, "The students who used to be in charge of the painful cadre school."

"Sending him to Farol is just to learn the advanced knowledge there, and to serve as an undercover agent along the way."

The assistant officer said that this task is not easy. The situation on the Chaotic Border in Falore is much hellish than that of the Painful Cadre School, and the newly graduated students are far from capable of doing this job.

It requires at least a fourth-level legion commander and must receive strict military undercover training.

Can students from a low-level school like the Painful Cadre School really be able to accept such a terrifying task? The assistant officer expressed doubts.

This boy either offended the major, or he really had some talent.

Or both.

Major Angelo both thinks he has talent and wants to get rid of him.

But no matter how good he is, it's just like that, and it will definitely not be as good as Major Angelo's.

Angelo was originally at the pinnacle of the fourth level. After being promoted, he was already halfway into the realm of saint, and he would even be able to challenge General Pain in the future.

"Did the telegram say anything?" The assistant officer looked at Angelo with admiration, "What news did the undercover send?"

"Farore is going to be in chaos." Angelo's narrow eyes flickered, "The Holy See of Chaos and the Holy See of Life are at war in the city."

Even if they were far away in the Painful Secret Sect, they had heard about the chaos in the Chaos Border in the past few days. If there was a war with the Holy See of Life now, the entire city would most likely be destroyed.

I don’t know which divine choice is responsible for this series of turmoil.

"Is the news from Ansu reliable?" the assistant officer asked.

Angelo kneaded his eyebrows. He had never trusted Ansu.

After all, he was born into the Tantric Cult. Can a Tantric Cultist be trusted?

If you want to control Anzu, you must learn how to do it.

This time, he was inserted into Farol and arranged such a difficult task for two purposes.

The first is to continue to test, and to establish his power, to let Ansu know that no matter how many tricks he uses, the power of life and death is in his hands, so don't overstep it.

The second is to let him learn some advanced skills in Farol, so that he can better manage the Painful Cadre School when he comes back.

If Anzu died on the way, Angelo would be relieved.

"The information should be correct. Ansu has no need to deceive us and cannot deceive us."

Angelo said, "A big thing like the war between the Holy See of Life and the Holy See of Chaos will be in the newspapers tomorrow - he won't dare to deceive us."

The consequences of fooling the major were not something Ansu, a small cadre school commander, could bear.

"Now that we have the news in advance, it's time to prepare."

Angelo's eyes flashed with a dark and excited light, "Get ready to reap the benefits."

He had a premonition that he would take over the chaotic border!

This military merit will belong to you!

"Inform the soldiers and march towards Falore!"

It rains continuously.

Angelo put on his skull cap and cloak, and walked in the direction of Farol. Behind him, soldiers in dark black military uniforms stepped on the puddles one after another with their long military boots, making a burst of Another ripple.

The camp where they are stationed is hundreds of kilometers away from Farol, and they can only arrive there tomorrow afternoon if they travel overnight.

This battle cannot be lost, Angelo said expressionlessly.

He knew that after tonight, all the soldiers behind him would die in battle, including his auxiliary officer.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you can survive.

As long as he can occupy Falore, it will be fine.

The most indispensable thing for the Painful Secret Cult is soldiers.

I didn’t expect that Ansu, a little undercover, could still be effective.

After you become famous, you can deal with him later.

——

The next day, noon

[The support rate in Queens is ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent, one hundred percent]

[Glorious Zone support rate is 10%. 100%]

[The current comprehensive support rate is 35%]

The surviving Chaos cultists went absolutely crazy.

Never had they witnessed such great chaos!

No one knows how many blocks have been destroyed!

Communication with the outside world was also completely cut off.

Whether it's the Magic Network or the newspapers, everything is in a state of collapse.

No one makes it out of Farol alive.

The rebellious citizens stormed the municipal building, and countless splendid buildings were torn down by them. High demons and dragonmen fought in the sky, and the torn corpses of the bipedal pterosaurs were smashed straight into the central square;

The Secret Cult of Life sacrificed one block after another. They specifically selected the aristocratic areas to attack, and one after another aristocratic dignitaries turned into the dinner of the Mother Goddess of Life.

There were also many councilors and politicians who wanted to compete with Ansu for the mayor's position, but they were all sacrificed.

3pm.

[The current comprehensive support rate is 40%]

All Chaos Cultists knew that Falore was doomed. Nearly half of the neighborhood had been completely destroyed, and the remaining half was crumbling in chaos.

The urban management officials were so aggressive that they no longer distinguished between religious beliefs and began to massacre all citizens indiscriminately!

Four p.m.

【50%】

Three more streets were destroyed.

Five p.m.

【Seventy percent】

The rebellious citizens were completely wiped out. On the contrary, most of the employees of the City Administration were also destroyed. The victory was gradually tilted towards the Secret Cult of Life.

The Secret of Life is Ansu's reliance on becoming the mayor, but it is also the final obstacle.

Because if the Life Cults occupy the city, his position as mayor will be temporary, and Falor's ownership will still be owned by the Life Church.

When the time comes, the high-level headquarters of the Holy See of Life will investigate and find that there is no such person as Cavins, and Ansu will be finished.

Falor cannot be owned by any church, nor can it be controlled by any god or faith.

It has to go out on its own!

So Ansu sent that telegram to Angelo last night.

With a cold smile on his lips, let the chaos reach its climax!

Attracted the last force!

Tonight, there will be a chaotic battle between the three parties of the Holy See!

Six pm.

Angelo arrives in Farol.

He also got the news that Ansu got a good position.

But the entire border has collapsed, all communications and the magic network have collapsed, and information transmission relies on word of mouth.

Angelo only regarded it as a rumor;

How high a position can a newly graduated esoteric cult achieve?

He is busy going to war with the Holy See of Life.

[Comprehensive support rate is 75%]

town Hall.

The moonlight tonight is blood-red, draping over the ruined streets. The moonlight paints the city blood-red. The fighting between the Holy See of Life and the Holy See of Pain has reached its peak. Both sides want to compete for the ownership of the city.

The remaining urban management officials are also stubbornly resisting.

One corpse after another was left behind.

The High Priest of Life stared intently at the enemy in front of him. That guy was terrifyingly strong.

He is worthy of being a major of the Holy See of Pain.

No one could have imagined that at the end of the war, such a force would come out.

His heart has been pierced, his life force is constantly flowing away, and this old immortal thing like him is about to die;

Although the condition of the major opposite was not optimistic - he had a broken arm and lost most of his blood, he was still alive after all.

eight pm.

"For His Majesty Cavans, bring this city to the table of the Mother Goddess!"

The Life Cultists chanted crazy slogans and died together with most of the soldiers of the Painful Secret Cult.

Who is Cavins? Angelo has never heard of this name.

He is probably the chosen son of the Holy See of Life.

He lost too much blood and his thinking was a little blurry.

The soldiers of the Secret Cult of Pain are gone.

No matter what, he won the battle in the end.

As long as he breaks into the city hall, the ownership of the city will belong to him.

After I return, I can rely on this meritorious service to be directly promoted to colonel.

No one can stop him anymore.

Angelo thought to himself, he was getting more and more happy.

At this time, the surroundings were eerily quiet,

Suddenly there was the sound of light footsteps,

The red moon was in full bloom, and on the long municipal corridor, the young man walked slowly under the bloody moonlight.

[Comprehensive support rate is 80%]

[The final hidden position: Mayor Farol, passed the assessment]

【Please expel outsiders】

Ansu stared at Angelo. In the second-level world of Siden Town, he was far from the opponent of Captain Pain, so he had to use the evil way of suicide to pass Siden Town.

And today, in the fourth-level Farol, they met again.

And Ansu is no longer the Ansu he used to be, mainly because he brought thugs with him.

Tonight's chaos has finally come to an end.

It was the end of him and Angelo, and it was also the end of this city.

"Sir Angelo, long time no see."

A calm smile appeared on the boy's lips. He also adjusted the military cap with star patterns. Enya put a snow-white cloak on the boy's body. The blood moon dragged the boy's shadow long and cold.

"Ansu Morningstar, reporting to you." Ansu

The life believers who were still alive respectfully called him 'His Majesty Cavins', and some of the angry city administrators called him 'Minister Ansu'.

The remaining lower-class citizens chanted Ansu's name enthusiastically:

"Ansu, Mayor Morningstar!"

"Ansu, Mayor Morningstar!"

"Your loyal Farol awaits your arrival!!"