Spellcasting Heavens

As Iger Hamilton, who has half vampire blood and half human blood, at the highest point of the entire secret base at this moment, he is looking down at the subordinates who are busy with gongs and drums, studying, or training. It takes about a minute or two before asking without looking back. : How is it, has the latest statistical report come out?

Come out, boss. Do you want to listen now? A white woman in her forties wearing a professional skirt hurriedly stood up.

Of course! Iger nodded without hesitation.

There are currently 1,110 strength enhancers in the base, and nearly a quarter of them have more than 20 times the physical test data of normal people, and they are still growing. In addition, there are eight Of the 100 magic talent enhancers, about 130 have completed the basic courses and can release some powerful spells. As for the remaining ones, either agile enhancers or compound enhancers, the researchers are still working on it. In the test. The woman gave the answer with the fastest speaking speed.

It sounds like progress is fast, but it's not enough. Remember, my request is to create an elite that can obey orders 100% and resist the attack of the North American Supreme Council within half a year. Iger He made a request with a serious expression.

It's not that he is too impatient. For anyone who lives in the shadow of the Supreme Council, he will be impatient and eager to obtain the strength to protect himself.

The woman obviously knew that this was not the time to argue, so she bent down and responded slightly, Understood! Please rest assured, within half a year, I guarantee that you will have a powerful army ready to go into underground warfare.

Hearing this sentence, Iger suddenly showed a satisfied expression on his face: Very good! I believe you will not let me down. Besides, the person I ordered you to pay attention to last time has any new trends recently?

Yes! I just received a report here. He went out to sea to salvage several sunken ships some time ago, but for some reason he did not return with the ships. Instead, he returned to New York alone three days ago, with another heavyweight. The meeting followed immediately after the two of them disappeared on a yacht in the harbour area at the same time this morning.

After that, the woman took out a few pages of the report with photos from the folder in her arms and handed it over.

Lavern? Salvage the sunken ship? Iger squinted his eyes and muttered to himself in a low voice, the whole person fell into a state of contemplation.

After a full five minutes, he raised his head and commanded in a decisive tone: Find it for me! Use all resources and means! Be sure to find their whereabouts within five hours. I can feel that they must be doing something special. Important covert operation, hidden from the Supreme Council of North America.

Yes! I will order it immediately.

Also! Don't be discovered by the other party! These two big men are not something you can deal with now! Especially the young one is our most important ally at this stage. I don't want to turn him into an enemy.

...

Just when Iger was using all the resources at hand to find the location of the two, the sky in Arequipa City in southern Peru had already dimmed.

Zhang Cheng was sitting on the lounge chair on the balcony, enjoying the sunset and tasting the freshly squeezed local juice. His mental state seemed so relaxed.

Behind him, Tasimma's consciousness had already occupied the soul of a seventeen-year-old girl, and she was undergoing further transformation and fusion of her body.

In about twenty minutes, the priestess from more than a thousand years ago finally finished all the work, came to the balcony wearing a light suspender skirt, and said with a smile, I'm so glad you honored yourself so quickly. The promise. This temporary body suits me well and can carry at least one-tenth of my strength.

As long as you like it. Zhang Cheng raised the glass bottle full of juice and poured a glass of juice for the other party.

thanks!

Tasimma lifted her long black hair and took the initiative to sit on another reclining chair beside the table, her eyes never taking her eyes off the sun scepter's deformed wrist.

As a priestess, it is naturally impossible for her not to know the story about the sun god Inti and the city of gold.

To be precise, the construction of the City of Gold was not too far away from her birth. Combined with the information she gave not long ago, it was easy to guess what this seemingly ordinary decoration meant.

Zhang Cheng was undoubtedly aware of this, he showed it openly, and tentatively asked, Are you interested in my new bracers?

Braces? Hehe, do you think I won't recognize the second form of the Sun Scepter? The priestess asked with a half-smile.

Oh? So you know! Then why didn't you tell me before? Zhang Cheng stared at each other's eyes.

Because he has no trust in anyone, he is always vigilant in his subconscious, feeling that the other party has hidden some ulterior motives.

Tasimma didn't seem to care about the offense at all, and explained to herself: It is said that the city of gold was originally built under the favor of the sun god Inti, and it took hundreds of years to barely complete it. The decoration and perfection have never stopped. According to the results of my investigation, the original purpose of building it is definitely not as advertised, it is the sun god to protect his immediate heir, but to satisfy the ambition of a goddess who desires great power .

You mean...the souls of the Incas in the City of Gold are actually the raw materials used to transform energy? The scepter itself is a transformation tool, and the little sun in the sky is an energy storage device? Zhang Cheng Obviously taken aback, he subconsciously touched the golden gem on the wrist guard.

That's right! In order to borrow the power of the Sun God, that bastard, Bachue, privately created a kingdom under his own control by borrowing the remaining Sun Scepter. Since the Sun Scepter is now in your hands, then the city of gold will be created. She must be dead, isn't she?

When she said these words, the priestess's tone revealed undisguised schadenfreude.

There is no need to ask to know that there must be a deep grievance between the two.

Yes! My allies and I killed her. By the way, do you have a grudge against her?

Hate? No, the relationship between us is not that simple. More than a thousand years ago, I was even willing to trade my entire life and even my soul for her destruction. Bachue was the sinner of the Inca, and she pushed us forward with her own hands. into the abyss in exchange for his own immortality.

Interesting! So you were imprisoned because of resistance? I don't understand, why didn't she kill you once and for all?

She wouldn't kill me easily, but wanted to tame me through captivity and make me serve her like a poor slave. But sadly, I never really gave in and never will... …”