Chapter 1600

There was a sudden silence in the secret room, and Michael and Roland fell into meditation.

McGonagall also did not speak, he may know a little more than the two of them, but he is still not sure whether his judgment is correct.

"If it is the former, the former world will be completely destroyed under the disaster of the old dominators, and there will be a very long fault in the world civilization, and then it will take quite a long time to develop into what it is now." Michael frowned, "but can those guys really live so long?"

"If their strength is strong enough to destroy the world and spend these long years in some way, I don't think it's hard to understand." McGonagall said calmly: "moreover, all ethnic groups are like leeks to them, cutting one crop after another."

"Well... That's true." Michael opened his mouth and was speechless.

"If it's a complete fault in inheritance, who did it? If the ancestors of all ethnic groups knew that there were terrible demons, shouldn't they warn and warn the younger generation? " Roland raised his own questions.

"The dragon people believe in the Dragon God, the demon people believe in their own demon God, the orc people believe in the beast God, and the elf people believe in the God of life. Almost all races have their own gods, forming a strong belief.

Assuming that the strength of these gods is determined by their beliefs, the doomsday dominators become powerful by controlling various races to believe in themselves, while the evil gods have a very powerful means in bewitching people, which can easily corrode and control those with spiritual defects.

The best way for Nolan to get rid of the doomsday dominator is not to let everyone wake it up, but to completely forget it and sever the connection with him. Therefore, the gods of all ethnic groups can only erase all the relevant records and memories of all people in Nolan after sealing the doomsday ruler MEG frowned slightly and said, "these are all my inferences."

"Most of the gods of all ethnic groups only exist in legends. Although they can get some supernatural gifts, I can't make sure whether they are really from gods, even now." Michael shook his head, thought about it and said: "as for the power of belief, if God really exists, it may be true, otherwise there will not be worship of gods among all ethnic groups."

"If it's the latter, at least there are gods guarding all ethnic groups, but if it's the former, how we should deal with the doomsday ruler who has begun to move becomes the most difficult thing." Roland frowned.

"Whatever it is, the most important thing for us now is to put an end to the possible hegemony trend of all ethnic groups, let the whole continent be alert to the emergence of black fog, and try to find the doomsday ruler, kill him completely, or impose a more complex and firm seal." Meg said solemnly.

Michael and Roland both nodded. As McGonagall said, this is what they can do now.

"This is the stone statue Rex handed over to me. The stone statue obtained at the site of the Erba tribe should be the evil god worshipped by the Erba tribe at that time." MEG took out the stone statue from the box and put it on the table.

"Why does this ugly and disgusting thing become the belief totem of the EBA tribe?" Michael looked at the stone statue, but felt a trace of impatience in his heart. He quickly looked away.

"This is the strangeness. If the tragedy of the Erba tribe spread to the whole continent of Nolan, it must be a tragedy on earth." McGonagall put away the stone statue. Its appearance made the secret room cold and treacherous.

"The grey temple will raise the investigation of black fog and doomsday dominators to the highest level of authority, and make full efforts to investigate and monitor." Roland said in a deep voice.

Michael also said: "the city Lord's government will try to establish contact with all ethnic groups, and exchange this matter with all ethnic groups in a restrained way. I'm afraid it's difficult for all ethnic groups to completely disappear before there is definite evidence."

"Well, I will continue to pay attention to it, and if I think of anything, I will connect with you in time." MEG nodded.

The three had a brief discussion on the dark fog and the doomsday dominator, but the information they have so far is too little to discuss anything substantive.

However, the three reached a consensus that persuasive evidence must be produced before the peace talks among all ethnic groups, so that all ethnic groups can come together to fight against the possible common enemy.

"Boss Mack, I heard you brought back the best winemaker in the FAK tribe?" Out of the chamber, Michael looks at MEG and laughs.

"It's not a abduction. She volunteered." McGonagall looked at Roland with a smile. "She's still an informer of the grey temple, but with her ability, it's a waste to stay in the FAK tribe all her life, so I asked the head of Roland for someone."

"Old SIM is the best informant of the grey temple in the FAK tribe, but boss Mai made us lose a lot." There was a smile on Roland's face.

McGonagall left, and Dix himself took him back to the restaurant.

"Investigation by the Ministry of property rights?" Michael looked at Roland and lowered his voice a little.

"It's almost over. Judging from the results, you need to re recruit a lot of people." Roland took a piece of parchment from her arms and handed it to her.

Michael unfolded the parchment and looked at it carefully for a while. His face became more and more black. After a while, he put it down and said angrily, "these guys are really greedy. They have a little power in their hands. They really treat themselves as an official and make the property department look like this under my eyes!"

"These can be investigated out. As for the deeper hidden transactions, if necessary, the grey temple can also be dug out." Roland is quite calm.

"Not only the Ministry of property rights, but also the Marquis family. They have not spent much money and energy to operate these years. They all regard the city Lord's mansion as their own. They can open any certificate they want!" Michael frowned.

"Over the years, because of Bennet's relationship, many of the Marquis family's industries have begun to drift between black and white. If they need to be renovated, they can break their bones at any time."

"Then make a good investigation. Don't let Bowen have a good pain. He may forget who he is." Michael said with a cold face: "recently, the warehouse is just a little empty. It's very expensive to develop steam locomotives."

"Yes, I'll let them start an investigation into the Marquis family when I get back." Roland nodded slightly.

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"Minister, are you satisfied with the little beauties who saw you off last night?" In a luxurious box, Bowen looks at the middle-aged man who is trapped in the bag of two beauties and asks with a smile.

"Well, foreign language teaching is good." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction on his face and swam around the two beauties in his arms.

Bowen turned his mouth slightly, looked at the man, and then said, "the final verdict on Bennet's properties and properties..."

"I'll give you the approval tomorrow." With a big wave of his hand, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Bowen's body. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said with a smile, "old rule, you're seven, I'm three."