Chapter 347: The Extinction Council (Two in One)

The hissing sound of an oxygen mask was heard in the shadow, and the man in a black robe sitting in the main seat was actually an old man with gray hair and sitting in a wheelchair.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and the assistant beside him immediately pushed a reel-to-reel tape recorder onto the oak table. After pressing the play button, a deep and rich voice came out: “Approved ‘Quetzalcoatl Purification Operation’, use MK-ULTRA sub-project S-77 agent…”

The head of the Rothschild family clenched his fists upon hearing this and said in panic, “Lord Lincoln! The S-77 drug has not passed the experiment yet! Using it rashly may cause widespread airborne transmission!”

The old man looked at him with cloudy eyes, and his fierce gaze made the patriarch who controlled the economic lifeline of the whole of Europe shudder.

The recorder continued to play: “The messenger of the dark night will come in 2024, and then we will ascend to the temple of the original darkness…”

The sound of the tape recorder faded away, and the hall fell silent, with only the hissing sound of the oxygen masks remaining.

After a while, an extremely hoarse and weak old voice came from the oxygen mask: “…Disobedient. Die!”

Lockheed felt cold all over, he knew the president was warning him.

This man, who has lived since the founding of the United States, holds the power of life and death over all of them, because each of them depends on the other for eternal life.

but……

Lockheed clenched his fists under the table, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He knew that every time the angel of God descended, he would punish everyone according to their merits.

Since the day when the president signed the contract with the envoy of the country, a total of 52 big capitalists from the entire United States and Europe have joined this organization that secretly controls the Western world – the Council of Extinction.

52 Extincters gained the power of immortality, and their lives were frozen at the day the contract was signed.

This is also why the ages of everyone in the entire meeting seem to be very different, because immortality cannot restore their youth.

The angel of God comes every 70 years. Each time he comes, he will evaluate everyone and punish those who are unqualified – that is, cancel their qualification for eternal life.

Of the 52 extinct ones at the founding of the country, only 13 remain today.

Lockheed knew that based on his performance today, he would definitely be classified as unqualified when the next messenger of God came.

And he will lose the power of immortality, and become an ordinary person, aging and dying!
He is not willing!

Oh, great dragon, if you really have the power to match that person, please come before me. I will kneel before you, submit to you, and herd all living things for you.

as long as
You gave me the power of eternal life.

Lockheed was destined to be lucky, because today, his not-so-pious prayer came true!

“boom!”

The iron door of the conference room exploded. In the steam and blue light, a silver-haired man walked over on a melted titanium alloy plate. His orange-gold pupils shone like a welding torch in the smoke. The left eye of the heir of the DuPont family exploded into a ball of blood mist on the spot.

“Good evening, fellow executioners. The way you argue… is like hyenas fighting over carrion.” The humanoid mysterious creature greeted everyone in a teasing tone.

“How is this possible!” ExxonMobil’s Baxter stood up in shock and looked at the man in front of him in fear.

The intelligence obtained by the CIA had already been handed over to their desks. Everyone here knew that the man in front of them, who looked handsome and gentle like in a medieval oil painting, was the incarnation of the ruthless dragon.

Nemesis glanced at the noisy human and a silver light flashed in his eyes.

Baxter immediately covered his head and screamed in pain. The spiritual energy pierced into his brain like a cone and exploded with a bang at the deepest part.

His screams stopped abruptly as his skull imploded, and the splattering brain matter formed an arc in the air.

Everyone was so frightened that their legs went limp and they were silent. They did not try to call the guards because they knew better than anyone how terrifying the power of the being before them was.

They thought that the other party would not find them easily, after all, there is the power set up by the messenger of God here!

The old man sitting in the main seat at the end spoke, his hoarse voice echoing in the space: “How did you find this place?”

Nemesis chuckled: “It’s just a nine-ring magic array to counter the prophecy. Do you think you can stop my magic power?”

After leaving Wyoming, he did encounter obstacles when he initially used prophetic spells to find the true ruler of the United States.

At that time, Volume Dragon realized that the place where the other party was located was protected by divine magic, which also made him realize that behind the American leadership stood a priest of a god in the multiverse.

However, Nemesis’s prophecy spells were so powerful that the Scroll Dragon’s already abnormal talent for prophecy spells plus the enhancement of the power gem allowed him to easily break the protection of the divine spell.

Nemesis walked slowly past everyone at the long table and walked towards the old man. He raised the corner of his mouth at his calm expression.

“Let me guess,” the Scroll Dragon came close to the old man’s face, and whispered in his ear like smoke: “Your capital to be fearless comes from the priest who gave you eternal life?”

The old man’s pupils shrank. The envoy of God had indeed claimed to be a priest serving that person. Did this giant dragon and the envoy of God come from the same place? !

“What a pathetic mortal,” Nemesis said with pity in his tone, “You gave up everything, even your soul, just for the chance to become a shadow creature?”

The Scroll Dragon could tell at a glance that these 13 humans had been corrupted by the power of shadow. Although they looked like humans, they had almost completely turned into shadow elemental creatures inside, which was why they would not die of old age.

The old man spoke again, but his calm tone concealed a hint of panic that was barely perceptible: “Since you know this, you should be aware of how great the master we serve is. If you kill us, you will not end well either.”

Nemesis couldn’t help but sneer. They were just a bunch of puppets that were thrown away after use. They really took themselves too seriously.

“Do you know that everything you are doing now is just to make it easier for that person to assimilate and destroy your world?” Nemesis’s flawless smile was filled with blatant sarcasm.

“You are willing to give everything for eternal life, but you don’t know that your life can only last until 2024 at most.”

The hissing sound from the oxygen mask became louder and louder, which meant that the old man’s breathing became more and more rapid: “No!” He refused to believe it, “The goddess will not let us die with those untouchables!”

Nemesis gave him a strange look and said, “What qualifications do you think you have to allow a great being who wants to return everything to darkness to spare your life?”

“Oh no,” he glanced at everyone, “Do you want to save 13 lives?”

“With your devout faith? No, you know it best in your heart. What you love is your power and your eternal life. The doctrine of returning to darkness is nothing but a bunch of empty words to you.”

Nemesis said regretfully: “I’m sorry, but to the priests of the Church of Darkness, all of you here are inferior products that should be put on the operating table to experience pain and nothingness.” Belief in God is not just lip service. These capitalists are used to everything being based on profit. They think that they are believers just by talking about faith and deceiving their own brains for the sake of eternal life?

Haha, believers are an affirmation of God’s teachings, and practicing God’s teachings is the greatest faith in God.

Only those who identify with and embrace the idea of ​​returning to darkness are true believers of Shar.

This is why most of the believers of evil gods are neurotic lunatics, because if they do not truly agree with the teachings of that god, they cannot be called devout believers.

This is why Nemesis let the Soviet female agent go. Faith is not a simple thing. He has not yet exalted the Kingdom of God and is not sure what his future doctrine will be. He needs professional religious communication talents to establish an expansion system for his future church.

These people can only be regarded as shallow believers of utilitarianism.

Of course, it is difficult to truly conform to all the ideas in a god’s teachings, but devout believers have another way to contribute their faith.

That is practicing the teachings.

The followers of the Fire-Haired Lady believe in the romance of love and will occasionally engage in group sex. This is a practice of the doctrine.

The followers of the God of War love war and kill the enemies on the battlefield. This is the practice of doctrine.

By analogy, with Shar’s evil and anti-human teachings, one can imagine how satisfied these capitalists can be?

They were completely fake believers, not even as shallow believers of Shar. With their behavior, if they threw themselves into the arms of Lady Fortune, they should be able to become devout believers, or even priests.

But in this world without magic, they can only hold on to Shar’s thighs firmly.

And their very nature means that they are destined to be discarded defective products.

This is why Nemesis couldn’t help but laugh at them.

A group of profit-seeking and pleasure-seeking people actually think they are followers of Shar?

If they were to see the teachings in the Dark Night Bible, they would probably be terrified.

The scroll dragon mercilessly tore apart their fantasies. The old man panted heavily and murmured, “No, no. I have made great achievements for the goddess and given up everything. How could the goddess ignore me…”

Nemesis no longer cared about the old man, and was not even interested in his identity. As early as when he came in, the power of the mind had already probed everyone’s heart.

This monster who has lived for hundreds of years and is the president of the Council of Exterminators is none other than Abraham Lincoln, the founder of the United States and the great leader who liberated black slaves.

But obviously, history always glorifies the successful. Those Americans probably couldn’t imagine that the president they thought was the greatest in history was actually a madman who was ready to destroy the world.

Nemesis snapped his fingers, and Lincoln’s wheelchair ignited with a blue flame. This ambitious man who had lived in decay for hundreds of years did not resist this time, but simply gave up his life in a daze.

“The ashes of the old gods are very suitable as fertilizer.” The dragon flicked his fingertips, and the old man’s ashes automatically floated into the ventilation duct, “Go nourish my new believers.”

Nemesis turned to the crowd and snapped his fingers again in front of their horrified eyes. Most of the 12 people were instantly ignited by the arcane fire, wailing and turning into ashes.

He needed dogs, but he didn’t need that many dogs.

The power of the mind burst out, and the survivors knelt in a pool of blood. Nemesis walked up to them and cut his wrist.

The capitalists who lived in the darkness opened their mouths, greedily craving for their master’s blood. Everyone who swallowed the dragon’s blood had their pupils engraved into gear shapes.

Walter of General Electric mechanically tore his tie to reveal the squirming scales on his collarbone: “In three weeks, all electrical appliances in the United States will be engraved with the totem of the dragon, and your loyal servants will guide them to believe in you, the great “White Mystery”.

In addition, the leaders of major companies such as Raytheon and IBM also knelt in front of the Scroll Dragon, begging for his blessing.

The only person that Nemesis does not directly control is Lockheed.

The scroll dragon walked up to him and stared at Lockheed with his deep orange-gold pupils: “You are very ambitious, so I am willing to give you a chance.”

He said indifferently, “Everyone here relies on the power of the shadow to survive. When the priest comes, these people will die suddenly because they lose the protection of the shadow.”

“But I can give you a chance. Even if you are separated from the power of the shadow, you can still survive.” The voice of the Volume Dragon was as tempting as a devil.

Yes, this is why Nemesis does not control Lockheed.

These leaders are all useless things that could die at any time. They rely on the power of shadow to survive, and even Nemesis cannot save them.

Since I may die at any time, I might as well be a puppet without my own will.

Nemesis was not completely without means to save people. He used the [Soul Imprisonment] to extract their souls, and then used the [Limited Prayer] to create a physical body and stuff the soul into it.

Although there may be a severe rejection reaction, which may lead to sudden death within a few years, it is still life, right?
But Nemesis did not intend to do this, he planned to create a lich.

If Lockheed is willing to become an undead creature without taste or smell for the sake of eternal life, then Nemesis is not impossible to consider transforming him into a noble lich.

Although almost all liches are transformed from powerful spellcasters, that is only because ordinary people do not have the opportunity or channels to access the ritual.

While Lockheed is not a spellcaster himself, Nemesis can perform rituals for him.

Even Lockheed himself would become a 9th-level wizard (the lowest level of a lich) who could cast fifth-ring spells after becoming a lich!
Lockheed barely thought about the proposal for a few seconds before immediately nodding in agreement, and his eyes even looked very expectant.

Are you kidding? Beautiful women and delicious food. He has enjoyed enough in the past few hundred years.

Not only can he maintain immortality, but he can also possess powerful supernatural powers? Oh my god, he doesn’t mind just becoming a little uglier!
With this idea in mind, Lockheed accepted it without any psychological pressure.

Nemesis stretched out his bronze left palm and placed it on Lockheed’s head.

The scroll dragon chanted a creepy spell in a low voice, and the green necromancy magic swirled around the two of them like a storm.

Under the enormous magical power of Nemesis, Lockheed was gradually transformed into a lich during the ceremony.

(End of this chapter)