Chapter 634： sect

"I didn't want to bother about this kind of little action, but what do these idiots want to do?" He smashed a pile of documents on his desk, and General Carl, the magician of the Guards, stared at the documents scattered on the desk. Frowned and cursed.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then picked up a resume and looked at the determined face and the striking military rank on it.

"They are all sitting in the position of lieutenant general. They are still a real power faction. Are they confused or eating too much when they get involved in this kind of thing?" Carl threw the resume back on the table impatiently. Hate that iron is not steel.

Recently, more and more information has been sent to him. Unfamiliar words such as "primitive school" and "reformed school" have made Karl, who was already busy with the demon expedition, even more tired.

Just processing some information from the demon world and integrating some general information of the demon world has already made people collapse. Now that this kind of moth has appeared in the back of oneself, how can he not let Karl, the head of the special affairs department of the guards, collapse?

With the deepening of the investigation, Carl has also figured out what is going on with these mysterious-sounding but naive factions.

The so-called "primitive faction" actually refers to the extremists of the "mortal pure blood faction". They respected the theory of the supremacy of mortals and believed that mortals were the elites of the empire and considered themselves to be the power of the emperor's most worthy direct lineage.

This faction has always had a big market in Ailan Hill. After all, His Majesty the Emperor relied on mortals to start his business. The expansion slogan of Ailan Hill once also supports their view: "Mortals are never slaves..."

In the past, what these primitive extremists looked down the most was the magicians, and now they have a new "enemy".

With the development of puppet prosthetic limbs, more and more people were injured and fitted with prosthetic limbs, and a new faction quietly emerged, which is the so-called "remoulding faction."

People who have enjoyed the benefits of prosthetics, those who were once disabled, no longer feel inferior for their broken bodies, they accept their new bodies and are proud of it.

These people also have their own theoretical basis. Mortals can install prosthetic limbs to transform themselves and make themselves stronger, and magicians can also use prosthetic limb modification to strengthen their fighting ability. In short, this is a new way for humans to improve themselves!

As a result, some radical people spontaneously mutilated their bodies and installed prosthetic limbs to replace their original bodies in order to accelerate the completion of the so-called "evolution" they firmly believed in.

Among these people, there are mortals in the traditional sense as well as powerful magicians. They secretly unite to establish a mysterious sect: the "reformation faction".

What makes people laugh and cry is that soon this reformist was strongly resisted by another traditional force: magicians who were unwilling to reform their bodies regarded this so-called evolution as heresy, and they were full of people who had installed prosthetics. Hostile.

I want to come to know that magicians with natural power certainly don't want to see countless mortals popularize magical abilities by modifying their bodies, and they don't want to see certain magicians gaining higher magical levels by modifying their bodies for nothing.

Thus, an interesting Romance of the Three Kingdoms was staged within the Ailan Hill Empire. The "primitive faction", the "magic" and the "transformation faction" are hostile to each other and contradictory.

Originally, if it were just three "small groups" making trouble, Karl would not have such a headache. He has personally suppressed the resistance of the magician, and has also caught countless demon-fallen people. Of course, he will not be merciful to the smelly fish and shrimps that are in a pot of soup.

But after investigation, he found depressed that these three so-called factions were surprisingly "politically correct"...

The "primitive faction" is loyal to your majesty, this matter is beyond doubt. Most of the big brothers who support sympathy for mortals have started from nothing with His Majesty the Emperor. They hold great power and are loyal to Ailan Hill and Chris, and they can even be said to be unswerving to death.

The "reformists" even enshrined His Majesty the Emperor as a god. These people believed that His Majesty the Emperor pointed out the direction for his own evolution and the development of mankind. They crazily support His Majesty the Emperor, and are even willing to give one more arm to His Majesty...

The "magic" group is eager to integrate into Ailan Hill, and it is equally undivided. Carl is a magician himself, and of course he knows how much effort he has put in for Ailan Hill. But he was just a magician in his identity, and he didn't have any interest in joining that **** "magic" group.

It is precisely because these people are all usable people with loyalty exploding, they are hostile to each other but they have not attacked each other on a large scale to affect the stability of the empire, so it is really not easy for Karl to take action.

Is it because one person disagrees with others and arrested them? Carl thought about it and thought it was ridiculous. Unless that person disagrees with the emperor, why should he arrest someone?

Originally, he just made people pay close attention to people who are more aggressive in their behaviors, but recently there are more and more people like this, and the working group of the Special Task Department of the Guards is in charge of this matter.

The dispatched personnel were stretched, and even Karl didn't know whether the subordinates he arranged were members of these sects.

After all, there are magicians and mortals in the Special Tasks Department. Which sect they are from, or which sect they sympathize with, and which sect their thinking is... No one can investigate clearly.

Even if there are no puppet prostheses on them, they may be potential "reformers." Maybe they just haven't put into action and haven't installed a prosthetic.

In the same way, you shouldn’t suspect that someone belongs to the Sect of Sorcerers just because he is a magician. There are affinities among magicians who sympathize with mortals, and they may also be potential supporters of the Primitive Sect.

Thinking of this, Carl felt that his head was big. Originally, he didn't intend to bother Chris because of this trivial matter, but now it seems that it is impossible not to report to His Majesty the Emperor and let His Majesty judge him.

"Ka", Carl, sitting behind his desk, turned on his computer and began to personally sort out the intelligence files in front of him from different channels that had been confirmed to be true.

Reported to His Majesty the Emperor, so he couldn't just rush to open his mouth with these materials and said that he wanted to sort out the information in his hand clearly, so that the Emperor could see it clearly. This is the duty of a minister, or part of his work.

His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and he could only rely on the dictionary to look up every rare vocabulary. His typing speed is very slow. After all, there are not many documents that need to be sorted out by the Minister of the Special Tasks Department of the Guards himself.

Inside the palace, Luther handed Chris a simple and clear message, and after Chris read it, he caught it on the title page of the book he was reading.

"It's estimated that Carl is about to send it." Chris turned a page and said to Luther standing behind him with his eyes down: "I already know about this. You send an internal document. Go to the ministerial level."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther leaned slightly: "Should'Black Hawk' deal with it?"

"It's not necessary, what do you do to make people panic?" Chris still didn't look up, as if this matter hadn't been taken to heart at all.

When he finished reading another page, he closed the book and looked at Luther: "Standing on the flat ground can only see the gullies, standing on the top of the mountain can overlook the plains... But no matter how high you stand, you can’t look up. The starry sky is nothing more than insignificance."

"What we want is the whole world! The vast starry sky, the stars shining above us, belong to Ailan Hill! We have been walking forward, and may not have time to reach the end. How can there be time to turn back to help those who have fallen behind? What about people?" He said as he stood up.

When he walked to the window, Chris looked at the palace with almost invisible end outside his window, and sighed: "Oh...Forget it, go and prepare. I will give a speech. This is the last time I look back. If someone can't keep up, let them fend for themselves."

"Your kindness will save those lost lambs." Luther bowed his head in admiration and praised: "When these dull people get old, they will sit on the deck chairs and remember today's story. They will thank you, Your Majesty. I will never leave and I am proud to be able to follow you."

"Hope... so be it." Chris didn't look back, still looking down at the world's largest palace, looking down at the territory under his feet, looking down at everything he had created, and said somewhat lonely.

It has been seven years since he came to this world, and he has transformed the world before him into a familiar appearance.

There is a lightning-fast Internet here, there are artificial satellites in the sky, here are thermonuclear weapons that destroy the city, and here are traditional Chinese food and classic clothing.

Of course, there are things that are not available in another world. There are gorgeous and cool magics here. There are dragons that can fly up to cover the sky. There are space doors that can shrink to an inch. There are also different styles here. Of other races.

"How many sects can be separated..." Chris smiled bitterly and shook his head. It really hurts...