Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Father, did Little Bob use that ancient divine artifact, or did that thing control him?"

After asking this question, he was suddenly enlightened.

Then, a terrifying feeling rose in his heart.

Before this, be it Kang De, Horus, Kang Jinzhu, or even the king, everyone had fallen into a misunderstanding and a habitual thought.

They had always treated Little Bob as their greatest enemy.

He was the mercenary leader who had led the army to capture Comoros and was the villain who had kidnapped Kang De's father. From the perspective of the Kang family's three generations, this b*stard was undoubtedly the boss of this dungeon.

This French guy had obtained the treasure in the king's mausoleum and controlled people's hearts. He used this to do evil and attacked civilians. He had no bottom line and a twisted mentality. He was a bad person who had to be killed. As long as he was dealt with, at least half of the problem faced by Comoros would be solved—that was what everyone thought.

However, they ignored another possibility.

If not for the fact that Little Bob had brought that Comoros relic to commit wanton evil, what if that treasure had its own intelligence and thoughts?

What if Little Bob Burrough was only one of many people controlled by it, like those Gambia soldiers, French mercenaries, and even civilians?

Thinking of this, Kang De immediately jolted.

What did this mean?

He muttered, "In other words…"

In other words, it was not Little Bob who held the Comoros relic.

Instead, it was the treasure that could control people's hearts. It temporarily used Little Bob as its host.

The difference between the two was that the latter could be held by another person at any time…

In that case, many things could be explained.

For example, why would Little Bob go crazy and attack the commoners of Moroni, causing the Burjo family and the French government to be covered in dust and even be on the verge of danger?

However, if that were the case, many new doubts would arise.

He suddenly looked up and discovered that the night wind was so cold.

Calm down, calm down. He pinched the space between his eyebrows and pondered.

If the attack and defense of this day were all led by this strange royal artifact, what was the other party's goal? If it really had intelligence, what was the point of staying in Comoros to fight to the death?

When his enemy might turn from an evil and violent mercenary leader into a non-human ghost or spirit, things would definitely become even more troublesome.

That's right, they were still enemies.

The other party might be an artifact spirit. There were many such concepts in Xianxia novels.

It was also possible that a certain character from hundreds of years ago had attached his soul to it for all kinds of reasons. There were many such settings in fantasy novels.

However, clearly, if this guess was correct, it controlled Little Bob to give the order and manipulate the Moroni tragedy, ordering the mercenaries and the Gambia army to attack Moroni and cause chaos.

From the result of this action, this "Artifact Spirit" had no pity and did not follow the inherent moral system and customs. Therefore, it could control humans to do killing at will. Such an action would definitely not be recognized by humans. Be it the undead from hundreds of years ago or the natural artifact spirit of its own artifact, it was definitely Kang De's enemy. Killing it was the best choice.

This was the principle of "Those who are not of our race have different intentions".

This sentence was not blindly xenophobic. Their morals were different, so how could they be friends?

Most importantly, Kang De had to figure out what it wanted to do.

"The information is unknown, the motive is unknown, and I don't know what it is at all…"

Kang De raised the phone and said in a low voice, as if talking to himself and to Horus, "Then let's deduce from recent events. At first, we thought that after blowing up the plane and killing Little Bob, the mental control was lifted because we killed the caster and destroyed that Comoros relic."

"Now it seems that's not the case."

"Little Bob is only a scapegoat. It only needs to cut off the mental control link when Little Bob dies to create this effect…"

"If that's the truth… what's its intention?"

His iron son replied, "Pseudocide to make us lower our guard."

"Yes," Kang De said. "There are only two goals for diverting our attention and letting us lower our guard. Firstly, it wants to escape. Secondly, it has other plans."

"If it wants to escape, there are really too many opportunities. It can completely control an ordinary lackey and let the other party bring it away. It can even swagger away now. There's no need to put on such a huge show and even create such a huge scam."

Kang De said in a low voice, "Therefore, we can conclude 100% that it's still hostile and plotting."

His iron son said, "But we don't know where it is."

"Yes, this is the point of the problem."

Kang De sighed. "In the king's mausoleum, you once said that you could sense something calling you—it can't be that thing, right?"

"I don't know, Father. Perhaps, perhaps not. I can only sense a familiar call in the mausoleum, but at that time, that treasure should have been transferred to Moroni."

His iron son said, "In Moroni, I don't have any special senses. In the afternoon and night, I flipped through the remaining surveillance records and saw Little Bob place that treasure in an extremely protected lead box. Perhaps heavy metal blocks perception. Perhaps it's not that thing calling me…"

At that time, there was also a short discussion. His iron son's perception was very strange, and it was not clearly displayed as a reaction to that Comoros treasure. Moreover, even if there was, the distance was very limited. He could not use it as a search radar and could only be considered a passive sensor.

It was not easy to take the initiative to determine the other party's location through his iron son.

"I was thinking of bringing you to the scene of the crash to search, but now it seems…"

Kang De's tone became even more anxious.

He had thought that after settling Little Bob, the matter on Comoros' side would come to an end.

Who knew that trouble still existed?

The enemy seemed to have already hidden in the dark.

Moreover, he did not know its motives and requests or what it wanted.

It was impossible to determine its behavior pattern and thinking method.

"The ones dug out of the king's mausoleum are either the simps of the ancient kings of Comoros or the ancestors of Comoros. According to the usual experience in novels, such an old antique only has two requests. Firstly, rule the world, and secondly, make Comoros great again."

Kang De pinched the space between his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "What does it want to do?"

"…Father."

"Yes?"

"You're wrong. According to the usual experience in novels, there's a third request."

"What?"

Horus said, "A real body."

"Oh, that makes sense. I forgot… Wait." Kang De realized that something was wrong. "According to the usual experience of novels—how do you know? What did you read?"

His iron son said as if nothing had happened, "Father, is this the time to talk about this?"

"…"

Kang De took out another phone and called the king. Previously, the situation was urgent. Moreover, he did not take that useless Comoros divine artifact seriously, so he had never asked the king about the details of that artifact. Earthlings might be extremely curious about that thing, but Kang De had seen the world and was not very concerned about such a "magic item" that could be controlled by his mind.

Now was the time to ask.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Hello? Brother? Has it been resolved? What's the matter?"

Kang De could hear the voices of the others on the phone, the wind, and footsteps.

He asked, "You're outside?"

The king replied, "Yes, the French have already agreed in principle to put down their weapons and surrender. The French ambassador and I will meet the commander of the Foreign Legion's Comoros Task Force. I…"

Kang De's heart suddenly beat and he suddenly felt uneasy.

At the same time, Horus shouted, "Father!"

The artifact spirit in the king's mausoleum had three requests. Firstly, it ruled the world. Secondly, it made Comoros great again. Thirdly, it was a real body with flesh and blood.

Kang De said, "Where are you now? Answer me calmly."

The king was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "In the south of the city. Is there a problem?"

"Now, immediately, retreat and order the people protecting you to advance and support. Search and detain the French. Everyone who has come into contact with the French before can't be trusted. Listen to me! I'll go immediately!"

Kang De immediately hung up and returned to the white fog world. He shuttled into Horus's car.

His iron son said, "Father!"

Kang De said firmly, "Stay here! Don't let down your guard!"

A murderous expression appeared on his face.

After killing Little Bob, all mind control was immediately removed. There was no cause and effect between the two because mental control was not realized through Little Bob. He was also one of the puppets controlled. The so-called mental control was deliberately removed by the cunning artifact spirit to numb Kang De and the others.

Since he could remove it, he could hide some that had not been removed.

In fact, what the king had said was that those Gambia people were still setting fire and killing. Perhaps their mental control had not been removed and they continued to cause chaos and lure Kang De over to calm the chaos…

Then, the artifact spirit could go to Moroni to do something when Kang De was not around.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

What a good plan.

Unfortunately, it knew nothing about true strength.

Was he stupid? He would return to the city.

His figure quickly flew in the direction of the gunshot. From the looks of it, there must be a portion of the soldiers in the Comoros Task Force who had not removed their mental control. One of these people might be holding that Comoros artifact. That cunning artifact spirit was hiding inside and plotting something.

Its goal was very likely to be the king.

Occupying the bodies of future generations and making Comoros great again.

Such a plot had appeared in novels.

He rushed through the streets of Moroni like a violent wind and quickly arrived there according to the direction pointed out by the king. The edge of the city was brightly lit. A few armed SUVs were parked. On one side was the Comoros force led by the king, and on the other was the French. The two sides were subtly opposite each other. The king was chatting with a Frenchman.

Kang De descended from the sky.

When King Chakat saw Kang De, he revealed a happy expression. The foreigners present looked at him with complicated gazes. There was no time to guess their mental activities. Before Kang De could speak, his expression changed.

This was because at this moment, beside an old officer with a white buzz cut opposite him, three soldiers suddenly took out their guns and pointed them at the target.

One pointed at the king, one pointed at the French ambassador, and the last person aimed at his officer.

The air shield unfolded and blocked the bullet. The Dispel Scroll was activated, and ripples swept.

Kang De said sternly, "Don't shoot!"

The Russians were in charge of security on the king's side. Be it official or personal, the Russians did not mind using a gun bullet to open the French guy's skull. When the other party pulled out his gun, the well-trained Russian mercenaries immediately raised their guns and prepared to shoot. When they heard Kang De's shout, Dimitri immediately ordered them to stop.

Ripples swept across and dispersed mind control. Those soldiers revealed shocked expressions and were dumbfounded. They did not know why they raised their guns and were so frightened that they threw them to the ground.

King Chakat was shocked, but he quickly guessed the reason. "What's going on? Has the control not been lifted? That thing has not been destroyed?"

Kang De's expression was as calm as water. He raised his short sword and stared at the French soldiers present, "King, translate for me. All the French people raise their hands high and stand in the empty space. All those who have come into contact with the French, stand over there. I want to search them. Those who resist will be killed without mercy. Don't take any chances…"

There were really many people who had interacted with the French. A few mercenaries took the initiative to walk over, but the French ambassador felt a little embarrassed. The soldiers did the same, but wherever Kang De's sword pointed, killing intent was revealed. That sharp gaze made them understand that he was indeed not joking.

Kang De searched quickly and carefully. The Fire Thief's mental strength spread out and he would not miss anything, but he could not find the golden ball his father had described. This cunning artifact spirit was not hiding here.

However, it was most likely in or around this city, waiting, lurking, and sneering.

He looked at the king, "Please order a curfew. From now on, pedestrians are not allowed to appear on the streets. The movement of all the people in the air raid shelter will be strictly reviewed and recorded. I'll look at them one by one later…"

Then, he looked at the French commander. "Contact your people and ask them to check the number of people. Did anyone leave on their own? Give me an accurate number, name, and photo."

The other party was clearly very angry, but before he could protest, gunshots suddenly sounded outside the city.

It was the temporary stop of this foreign army's Comoros Special Task Force.

It was happening again.

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