The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 231 Alliance
After listening to the other party's heartfelt words, Li Ang thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Master Prime Minister, I am a peace-loving person, and I don't like black and white, shouting and killing."

Rachel looked happy, but she heard Li Ang continue to say: "But at the same time, I am also a compassionate and kind person, and I don't want to see weak and helpless European residents being eroded and exploited by a small group of blood races, like manipulating Like a puppet, fooled and played, brutally persecuted."

".So, what are you going to do?"

"I will provide the general public with a choice, a choice about life and death, ideals and reality, slavery and oppression and resistance."

The corners of Li Ang's mouth raised at the right time, he rubbed his hands with a smile, and said casually: "But I guess a paper maker like you will not be happy with the choices I offer."

Rachel frowned, and the female prime minister instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

However, before she raised any further questions, Li Ang had already stood up, and the gentleman smiled lightly and said, "I've seen what I want to see this time, there's no point in staying any longer, so I'm leaving.

As for the content of the employment provided by the meme company, my assistant, Mr. Sebastian Xiao, will discuss with you—of course, I will keep my mouth shut and will not disclose the content of today’s discussion. You can rest assured. "

"Oh?"

Rachel Rose was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Why? You are not afraid, the blood will be sucked by the vampires who pounced on you as soon as you open the door, or will be corroded into a pile of dry bones by the blood energy?"

"Ha ha,"

Li Ang dusted off his cuffs, and said calmly: "The meme company's terrifying expansion pace is based on the damage of other large interest groups.

And the American entrepreneurial spirit is notoriously lawless, cruel and vile. It treats competitors like letting his whole family spiral into the sky and go to the west.

Some time ago, I don't know how many killers and dead men planned to kill me. Dozens of "crazy" gunmen surrounded me in the streets and alleys.

If MI[-] had compiled the relevant intelligence and presented it to you, you would have found out that anyone who wanted to use force against me - whether he was an entrepreneur, a politician, a lawyer, a leader of an active social group or a Extraordinary people with special powers will evaporate in the first place, and there will be no news from then on. "

Li Ang lowered his head, straightened the cuffs of his suit, and immediately pushed the door away, saying, "You want to threaten me? Let's see if you have the courage to pay the corresponding price."

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London, the headquarters of the Mage League.

This is a museum that is not open to outsiders. It is dignified and splendid, quiet and silent. Occasionally, one or two figures pass by, and they are quickly hidden among the rows of bookshelves.

Those bookshelves are very tall and wide, and classics from different ages, different regions, and different authors are filled on every floor. If you close your eyes, you can vaguely hear the sound of shuffling—as if these are the books that no one cares about. Old books whispered in the shadows, talking about the humans who had just passed the edge of the bookshelves.

In addition to these classics, there are also some special items with strange effects in the museum, or the dry skull of a powerful necromancer, or a red magic robe embroidered with gold, or wings in mid-air Soaring spaghetti shaped flying carpet.

These magic items are all cherished collections of the huge organization of the Mage Alliance for thousands of years.

If an unregistered sneaky thief breaks in, he'll be greeted by the ubiquitous magic circle—and even if he manages to break free of his confinement and escape cash, he'll have trouble climbing the stairs.

All the stairs in this building change and twist all the time, and if you are not careful, you will fall into a dizzy predicament, and then be transported to a dark dungeon by the teleportation circle engraved on the steps of the stairs.

Taking a step back, if the intruder is strong enough to ignore all obstacles in the museum and wantonly search and plunder the collections in the museum, he will definitely encounter disaster on the top floor of the museum.

Because the one who lives at the highest place is the leader of the mage alliance, the supreme mage Gu Yi.

This bald woman was suspended above the futon, meditating with her eyes closed.

With every breath, the surrounding ether slowly set off waves.

She was wearing a majestic yellow robe, and there were several unnamed classics floating around her. The golden light in the classics projected complicated and mysterious rice characters into the air.

Each character contains countless amounts of information. These ancient words full of magic wisdom are derived from those predecessors and sages who have overcome obstacles on the road of magic.

Passing the torch from generation to generation, watching and helping each other, this is the meaning of the Mage Alliance.

After a long time, Master Gu Yi, who had drawn nourishment from the wisdom of the sages, opened his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and his face was slightly tired.

"The footsteps of the foreign gods are approaching again."

Talking to herself, she slowly floated down from mid-air, her steps faltering.

The still loyal disciple who was waiting at the side - a certain Hua countryman named "Wang" immediately stepped forward, supported her firmly, and asked anxiously: "Master, are you?"

"I am fine."

Gu Yi shook his head, broke free from Wang's support, walked to the end of the triangular attic, and stared at the crystal clear glass.

The sunlight from the outside encountered obstacles when trying to pass through this layer of glass. What could really penetrate was not the light in reality, but the phantom from the future.

Ancient One's face was tense, she could vaguely glimpse the future.

Big Ben strikes midnight and London is a sea of ​​flames!
Houses crumbled and collapsed in flames, civilians howled and were slaughtered mercilessly, the Thames River was stained red with blood, and corpses were piled up on the steps of Westminster Abbey.

A handful of survivors formed a resistance force to resist the invasion of evil forces, but turned into dust under the huge shadow that finally came.

In the world line that the ancient one can glimpse, London has perished.

"This future must be prevented."

The supreme mage muttered to himself, touching the glass of the attic with his fingertips, as if he wanted to pass through this barrier and hold the future in his hands.

After a long time, Gu Yi came back to his senses, looked at his disciples, and said indifferently, "What else is there?"

Wang pursed his lips and replied, "That Mandarin from the Ten Rings Gang is waiting to see you downstairs."

"My lord?"

The image of a thin old man appeared in Gu Yi's mind, and he said unswervingly, "What is he going to do?"

Wang hesitated for a moment, then said: "He said...he wants to borrow some money from you."

(End of this chapter)