Chapter 244

While Blade was preparing to continue clearing the vampire group that had been startled by this news, the mage also brought that group of people back to the Himalayas.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wong waited at the exit of the portal and said softly after the mage arrived.

"It's nothing, just went to pick them up, Master. Is there anything else you need me to do?" The mage responded with a smile.

When the two were talking, the ordinary mages beside them led those blood slaves, blood servants, and blood-thirsty people toward the purification room.

The purification room of the Mage Tower can quickly clear the bloodline transformed by vampires in their bodies and eliminate the mental control in the bloodline connection.

"Next, you come with me to patrol the various energy nodes." Wong said as he looked up at the sky. The magic net was operating on a large scale for the first time, transmitting energy to the sanctums of the Masters of the Mystic Arts around the world.

This is the first step for the Masters of the Mystic Arts to enter the world. Nothing can go wrong. This represents the face of the entire Mage Association and is also the basis for the implementation of various plans in the future.

"Yes, Master." The mage followed closely by Wong's side. Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be the responsibility of Mordo. However, it is clear that this part of the power is now in Wong's hands.

Mordo is good at everything, his strength and talent are slightly stronger than Wong's, but the only point he is worse at is his understanding of the Ancient One's future plans. However, his performance at the meeting was still barely satisfactory, but compared to Wong, who can draw inferences from one instance and unite everyone to progress together, he was still a bit worse.

As energy continued to spread on Earth, the holy light around Frank, who had been in seclusion for a long time, became more and more obvious. With every breath, the shining holy light power bloomed from his body, drawing the active energy particles around him, and exploded a huge and holy white light in the sky.

Just when he was entering the state, some strange mental fluctuations with unclear directions echoed in this area, attempting to pull his holy light power, which caused Frank's stress reaction and made him retreat from deep meditation.

"God... we all have sins... only pious prayer can enter heaven under God's protection..."

Just after waking up, Frank heard all kinds of strange voices coming in from the window.

Walking to the window and looking down, he saw a man wearing a priest's clothing holding a Bible, preaching to the many believers in front of him. The compassionate expression on his face and the sentences like singing in his mouth gave his words an unusual infectious power.

However, being able to gather all the believers in several streets nearby in this place, besides the priest's superb eloquence, the white holy light slightly flashing around Frank's building also played a big role.

With the continuous rise of Earth's energy activity, the resonance between particles is becoming more and more frequent. This is an important reason why these holy lights appear in the eyes of ordinary people.

The priest continued his speech. After the news disclosed that another world was real, the priest immediately believed that God was real, and definitely more powerful than any civilization mentioned in the news. It's just that Earth civilization didn't intend to designate Christianity as the state religion, which made him a bit difficult to accept.

However, in a flash, the priest self-sensitized again and found a reason. It must be that the high-level of civilization is narrow-minded and evil, failed to listen to God's gospel, and perhaps those people have already been punished by God, so they deliberately acted like this.

After reading a paragraph of words, the priest looked up to accept the respectful eyes of the believers, but he found that these believers were looking at his back in astonishment.

Turning his head to look, the priest's gaze met Frank's vision at the window.

God's messenger is a black man?!

The priest was stunned. The holy light wrapped around Frank seemed to be mocking what he had just said. Although political correctness does not allow discrimination against black people, as the most "traditional" priest, he still believes that only white people can truly listen to God's voice.

But the current situation broke the priest's belief. Frank, wrapped in holy light, was like a long nail, piercing his heart full of arrogance and prejudice.

Frank wanted to laugh a bit, pushed open the window, jumped out directly from the second-floor window, patted the dust that was shaken up after landing, and walked to the priest.

"Priest?"

The priest opened his mouth and nodded. He hadn't recovered from the shock yet.

"I have been listening to you talking about God, gospel, redemption, etc. just now, it was you who said it, right?" Frank looked around and found that his actions had attracted the attention of some non-believers.

Those who were originally just watching silently on the side also cast their eyes in this direction, and some even picked up mobile phones and cameras to start recording.

"It's me, we all have original sin..." The priest listened to Frank's question and opened his mouth reflexively.

"Stop, stop, stop." Frank looked at the priest dissatisfiedly. "I have one question, by what right does the God in your mouth define the so-called original sin? How many divisions does he have?!"

"You are blasphemy! You heretic!" The priest was suddenly furious, his face distorted, and he began to put labels on him. He was also really angered by Frank's words.

"Then let him come to find me!" Frank stared at the priest's face and said coldly in a low voice. "But before that, you'd better tell me, what exactly do you want to do by gathering a bunch of people in front of my house?!"

With the change of Frank's emotions, the fused holy light suddenly became dazzling and full of sharpness. The light shone on the priest's skin, making him feel bursts of stinging pain.

'Zila', a yellow circle opened at a position more than ten meters away from Frank, and Mordo stepped out of it. The Mage Tower felt a powerful energy gathering here.

After seeing Mordo appear, the priest's first reaction was to ask for help, but as soon as his mouth opened, he felt something was wrong. He wanted to ask for help from the so-called mage to resist the holy light? How did it feel like things were reversed?

"Mordo, good day." Frank saw an acquaintance and greeted him.

Frank, who had been pulled out of deep meditation, was still very angry, but his super self-control ability made him not splash these negative emotions on unrelated people. At the same time, Frank also felt that during the time he was in seclusion, Earth seemed to have undergone some earth-shaking changes.

People from the Masters of the Mystic Arts all appeared in front of ordinary people openly and unreservedly, neither using illusions nor building mirror spaces. Judging from Frank's understanding of the philosophy of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, this was a bit surprising.

"Mr. Frank, good day." Mordo saw that it was Frank who caused the situation, relaxed his vigilance a little, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the high-level meeting decided that during the period when the news broadcast continued, the Mage Association needed to fully ensure that no superpower injury incident occurred on Earth. After all, if the Mage Association wants to enter the world and get a part of the power, it has to take on corresponding responsibilities and show matching strength.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but this person disturbed my seclusion, and even borrowed my power to swindle here. I really can't bear it." Frank pointed to the priest and said. The holy lights around were clearly from himself, but the priest insisted on pulling them to God's side.

"Understandable, we will deal with it seriously. This may be the first super-power law trial event since the establishment of civilization." Mordo looked at Frank and said.

Frank's strength after seclusion was more than a level higher than the original. Mordo could clearly feel it. This is also one of the reasons why he was so polite.

Super-power law? Frank frowned, looked at the clock in the shop next to him, and also noticed the news program that was playing.

His seclusion time is not long... how did the world change all of a sudden when he woke up...

"Mr. Frank, please come with me to the Sanctum, and re-register by the way. The magic net cannot match your energy fluctuations with the traces left before." Mordo continued.

"Hmm, okay." Frank nodded, then looked at the priest. "Let's go, come with me to the Sanctum to debate your God."

Mordo swiped his hand, opened a portal, and accommodated the two of them.

At the same time, on the TV, the relevant regulations were just being broadcast.

"... It is forbidden to disguise superpower as miracles and gospel for preaching, it is forbidden to wantonly promote doomsday theory and original sin theory, and the Civilization Court will judge relevant behaviors according to relevant laws..."

After the three priests disappeared, the believers looked at each other and dispersed, preparing to continue watching the news program.

If it were before, if someone publicly expressed heretical remarks and arrested the priest, even if official personnel did so, these believers would have exploded.

However, now they didn't have any movement, because mystery really appeared. The believers present couldn't help but think about a question: if God really exists, wouldn't the things they did before be liquidated at the first time?

As the saying goes, the people who least want God to appear are his believers and so-called shepherds.

Time passed little by little, and the 24-hour news broadcast finally ended. This broadcast was all-encompassing, with a huge amount of information, shaking the whole world and unable to recover for a while.

Various comments on the Internet also appeared in a very strange situation. Countless people with various thoughts in their hearts wanted to vent their emotions on the Internet with keyboards, but before clicking submit, some information in the news would quickly flash in their minds, and then they would silently delete all the words they typed.

For a time, the comment section on the Internet appeared unprecedentedly harmonious. It's just that the number of comments was really not much.

New York Sanctum: When the news program ended and when the announcer said that sentence of thanks for watching, all the mages present breathed a long sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense for 24 hours could finally relax.

"24 hours, just New York had 13 illegal preaching incidents, 191 violent injury incidents, and 14 super-power illegal incidents. This is still under the premise of having emergency plans. If such days continue for a few days, sooner or later the mirror space will be full of people." Wong rubbed his temples distressedly.

"Not bad, the number of deaths caused by these incidents is zero, which is considered relatively complete." Mordo followed on the side, he was also busy to death.

I didn't know if I didn't monitor it. Only after checking did I find out that there were so many people with various superpower forces in New York. Although most of them only knew some simple magic, and couldn't even control the energy in their bodies well, if they really wanted to make trouble, the bad influence they caused was unimaginable.

"Anyway, it's finally time to take a break." Wong stretched and said. Since he came under the Ancient One and became a mage, this was his busiest day.

"You might be happy too early." Mordo said and handed a report to Wong. "Look at it, this is the summary of application forms sent by the system an hour ago."

Wong glanced at the data and was shocked. "450,000 people?! How many years and months will this assessment take?!"

"This is just the application form for New York. I have a premonition that it was absolutely wrong for us not to set an age limit." Mordo was almost burned out. "I'm afraid that in the end, all citizens of Earth will have to be assessed. Seven billion people, in this lifetime."

"It would be fine if it was just assessment. 1,000 level-2 assessment spaces in the Mage Tower, all opened, running for one to two years, can always be assessed. The problem is, supporting resources, educational materials, relevant guidance work, how to do it?" Wong thought of the series of problems behind, and the whole person was stupid.

"You are right... even if you don't count civilians, five preset legions, 50,000 people, training venues, material consumption, training courses, these also..." Mordo didn't know what to say.

At this time, Mordo was suddenly a bit glad that he failed the competition. If such a big problem was pressed on him, it is estimated that his life would be reduced by half.

Knock knock~

The conference room door was knocked. Frank's voice came from outside. "Wong, Mordo, are you there? I have something to find you."

"You can come in directly." Wong said dully.

Frank pushed the door open, looked at the heavy faces of Wong and Mordo, and felt that he might have picked the wrong time. "Did I come at the wrong time? Actually, I wanted to ask you for a long time, but you seemed very busy at the beginning."

"It will be busier next..." Wong said and suddenly looked up at Frank. He just reacted. This is not a ready-made teacher. Although there is only one, it is better than none. "Are you interested in being a teacher?"

"Me? I might not have time recently. Johnson left an email and disappeared. I feel he went to the Strange Tale world. Now I am out of seclusion and plan to find him." Frank was stunned and opened his mouth.

Mordo heard this, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Wong. There is a solution! Frank's words reminded them that this universe is not just their own planet.

"I'll look for it, the information on the Strange Tale world, I remember the Supreme Sorcerer specifically made a relevant entry." Wong immediately began to search in the magic net.

"You look for it first, I'll prepare the materials here, and hand them in later to see if I can borrow some people from Dumbledore, Audasxin, and the others..." Mordo also entered a busy state.

Frank didn't know what to do for a while. Fortunately, Wong still remembered him and looked up. "You wait a moment, wait until I organize it here, and I will tell you immediately."