An extremely magnetic voice sounded in Crow's ears, like an elegant lady in a formal dress inviting him to a dance at this moment.

"You are really a charming trader, Your Excellency, I admit, I am moved."

The light in Crow's eyes lit up, so he tossed up the gold coin in his hand and held it in his hand again. He said:

"Well, just wait and see, I will find an opportunity to show the entire continent the true power of wealth and trading. Well, I may need a little help, but not from you. Your power is not needed at this stage. Come down, you just need to wait for the good news."

After saying that, Crow opened the calculation orb, contacted Boss Huo, and asked:

"Hey, Lao Huo, do you want to do something big together?"

"Ah? Big thing? How big is it?"

"The kind that can subvert a hostile country. Well, maybe two?"

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"What? Are you still sad?"

In the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy leaned in his office, which he had not returned to for a long time, while checking some documents sent by Miriam that required his signature, and said to Tris via quantum communication:

"You know, Crow's conclusion is not actually from his own exploration and understanding. He is backed by philosophy and historical materialism developed for many years in another world. You are shocked by the weight of a world, not He was defeated by a genius in his field of expertise.

What's more, the most popular trend among young people in other worlds is to create a god with their own hands, and then destroy it with their own hands. The foreigners are a group of lunatics, and they enjoy the pleasure of creating and destroying gods with their own hands.

By the way, my wife shouldn’t be so fragile, right?”

"It's not fragile, Murphy, and I'm not sad."

Tris's tone was filled with a unique tone that made Murphy feel distressed. She whispered in frustration:

"I just don't know how to describe it, but compared to Lord Crow's research and deconstruction in the past few months, the past many years when I called myself a 'theologian' seemed more like a waste of time.

I know that his interpretation of faith and gods is based on the cognition of another world, and is full of a concise style of pragmatism and idealism. Moreover, his theory is still very rudimentary, and there are many loopholes in it. God alone The concept of rights and obligations is not something that believers can stipulate using contract terms.

But this cannot hide that his explanation of the missing link of goal symbolism in faith, especially the power of group expectations and activism, has indeed filled a very important link in the current mainland theological system.

Especially for the Temple of the Berserker.

If the priests of Varmu can learn this lesson and codify a clear divine purpose for Varmu's teachings, I fear the Temple of the Berserker's influence will spread within years.

I can't do this, Murphy.

My mind is full of outdated ideas, and I only know how to analyze God and faith from the concept of power, which is full of utilitarianism.

I could never do the intellectual deconstruction that Crow does."

"Of course you can't do it, because you are not an unbeliever, Tris. Even if you are a vampire without belief, it is impossible for us to conceptually dissect powerful and higher-than-reality gods with the indifferent tone of talking about research subjects.

.”

Murphy sighed and said:

“This is a unique advantage for small players.

They are materialists and atheists in the true sense, and such people cannot be found in this world.

They can naturally analyze these things from exaggerated angles that we have never thought of. This is really not your fault. You have to cheer up. Now we have determined how to transform the beliefs of the Midnight Mother.

The crow cannot intervene in the next work, and we can only rely on you, an outstanding theologian."

"Bang bang bang"

A rapid knock on the door sounded at this moment, making Murphy look up from the documents in front of him, and saw a serious-looking Adele walking in with a document.

she says:

"The Steam Lords have sent a request for help again. Master Murphy, this time it is extremely urgent. The satellite town of Port Shardeau has been attacked by jackals! The army of the Bonegnawing Clan has blown up the outer wall of the city.

Colonel Ron, the commander of the Black Flame Mercenary Group, also sent back the news, confirming this terrible battle report.

Just now, the Knights of the Blood Alliance sent a transfer order. Ms. Leonia and the arch knights under her command have been mobilized, and we must also send troops to support there."

"What's going on? How did the situation deteriorate to this point all of a sudden?"

Murphy stood up, looked at the documents in front of him, frowned and said:

"Didn't it mean that after the death of the Lord of Hunting, he brought a spiritual plague to the Jackals that is difficult to eradicate? With the bone-gnawing clan's thug status, it is beyond imagination for them to be able to maintain their organization, let alone fight.

.”

"I don't know, Master."

When Adele said these words, she deeply felt her failure and embarrassment as an intelligence officer at this time.

But she still answered seriously:

"We lack strength and manpower on the Genoa Peninsula. No one knows what has happened there in recent times. Maybe the jackals have found a way to eradicate the spiritual plague?"

"Or perhaps they have turned their violent beliefs to a master worse than the Lord of the Hunt."

Murphy took out a battlefield photo taken with a halfling camera from the file and held it in front of his eyes to examine carefully. Against the background of dusk, the gnoll thugs were marching toward Port Chardeau amid fire and gunpowder smoke.

There was some purple shimmer that felt very familiar to Murphy.

He threw the photo on the table, rubbed his eyebrows and said:

"It's Dusk again. These bastards are now worshiping the subspace shadow directly. Contact the Thorn Clan, Adele, and ask them to use the connections of the Thieves Guild. I want to find out the current progress and their strategy of the gnolls in the Genoa Peninsula.

planning.

Also send a message to Maxim!

Immediately mobilize the People's Army soldiers to form the Transian Expeditionary Force and send mission instructions to the players. They have rested for several days and it is time to set foot on the battlefield again."

"Do you want to go there in person?"

Adele asked, Murphy nodded and said:

"I have nothing to do here, and there is also a banquet invitation from the Pharaoh. The most important thing is that there is a group of Transians stranded in Port Chardeau.

I have to get them back.

By the way, are those Hermes still wandering around in Transia?

The invitation is sent in my name, and their goal is to hunt the dusk. I am sure that there must be many, many prey waiting for them to chase on the Genoa Peninsula."
Chapter completed!