Since their names were called, the cadres did not refuse and spoke in turn.
"Tank" said: "My opinion is to fight, fight hard. Our E-Team has been recuperating for a long time, and we need the battlefield and the blood of the enemy to stimulate us. The newcomers also need to go through the battlefield to become veterans."
"Judgement" said: "I agree to fight. Although the Clock Tower's control over Italy is not as strong as that of Britain, it is much stronger than that of the Church and the Dead Apostles. Moreover, the branch of the Association is also in the Po River Plain. If we start a war there, we will have a certain advantage."
The King added: "The latest intelligence shows that the number of followers led by Bai Yu does not exceed fifty, half of which are low-level followers who have just been transformed into Dead Apostles. If this is all their strength, I don't think our E-Team will lose."
The "Pope" continued to add: "The intelligence personnel of the Law and Politics Department have communicated with the representatives of the Church and confirmed that the Church's agents have dealt with the aftermath of the "Night of Varzia" and left an early warning mechanism. Although there are still some spirit particles left, these residues should not pose a danger to us."
"Justice" said: "Ottenroche is not in his territory at the moment. It is said that he went to Las Vegas to meet Van Ferm."
Van Phimm, the fourteenth of the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles", whose real name is Barelli Fernando Vandrossdam, is one of the oldest Dead Apostles.
This is a very different kind of Dead Apostle. Unlike other Dead Apostles, he does not hide in the darkness. Instead, he is keen on socializing and has a considerable status in human society. He is the head of one of the world's largest chaebols and is said to be a devil who dominates the financial world rather than the dark world.
This dead apostle cares a lot about human society and likes to worry about trivial matters. In the past few hundred years, he has been keen on ecology and is committed to protecting the earth's environment. After World War I, he began to try to increase his sphere of influence without using blood-sucking methods.
Because he was very rich, many dead apostles would seek financial assistance from him. "White Wing Prince" Ottenluoche was also one of the people funded by Van Feim. The two ancient ancestors would meet each other every once in a while.
The Hermit took over the conversation: "Because of his departure, some of his second and third generation followers lost their leader and began to fight each other. The information about White Feather's trip to Italy was secretly leaked to the association by another follower of Ottenroche."
Most of the Dead Apostles are transformed from humans. Just as humans fight for power and gain, so do they. Because life is long enough, this struggle will last longer than that of humans.
The six cadres had a unanimous opinion: fight.
Internal demands, external pressures, enemy strength, battlefield environment, enemy movements, sources of intelligence, almost all the factors that need to be considered in a battle are present, and they are all in our favor. This is a great opportunity, and it would be a pity not to fight.
Immediately afterwards, members of Team E also began to express their opinions.
"Captain, I agree with fighting."
"Yes, we must fight."
"Go ahead, Captain."
... ...
The attitudes were quite unified, almost all of them were calling for fighting, and the occasional one or two different opinions were drowned out by the noise.
However, at this moment, Shinji really wanted to say: "Comrades, we can't fight."
Of course, I'm not joking, but I'm just worried.
Who are the enemies? They are the Dead Apostles, the Immortals, and the leader, "White Feather", is the second generation of the Dead Apostle King's followers, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.
Even if it was just a pig, it should have become a smart one after living for so many years, not to mention that it was an important figure under the command of "White Wing Lord"? How could it leave such a perfect opportunity
—There must be something wrong!
But where exactly did the problem occur? What was neglected
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Under the cover of night, in an unknown courtyard somewhere.
A handsome young man in white clothes held a cup of bright red liquid and shook it gently towards the hazy moonlight.
"—Problem, of course there is a problem? If there is no problem, Barthelmero would not have fought against my father for thousands of years."
Father is a special name in the "White Wing Lord" circle of influence. It is the respectful name given by the second generation of followers to the supreme king of the Dead Apostles, Tevanm Ottenlocher.
Since such an honorific title was used, it was not difficult to guess the young man's identity—the target that the E-Squadron needed to defeat, an ancient Dead Apostle codenamed "White Feather".
At this moment, he was explaining his plan to his subordinates and retainers, and one of the third-generation retainers raised similar concerns to Shinji.
"I just want them to see the problem and think about where the problem lies."
Having said that, the young man picked up the crystal glass and took a sip. The bright red liquid soaked his pale lips, but did not flow down the corners of his mouth, but was directly absorbed by his lips.
"The human heart is a very strange thing. When the seeds of doubt are sown, humans will try to find a way to solve the doubt. If they can't solve it, they will keep thinking about it. Even if they say they have let it go, they will still think about it unconsciously deep in their hearts."
"The information that Bartmero received was all true, without any falsehood, so their doubts could not be resolved. This seed of doubt would constantly draw on their energy, sprouting little by little, growing little by little, making them hesitant in doing anything, which is exactly what I want. If they come at me like a bull, I would be a little distressed. After all, I didn't bring much bait this time for fishing."
"What if they are too hesitant and don't dare to come?" asked another family member.
"No." The young man shook his head firmly. "No matter how doubtful they are, they will come. Because they are Barthomello, Barthomello who is hostile to us Dead Apostles and regards my father as his mortal enemy. They will not back down when facing us, and we are the same. Once the two sides meet, one of them is bound to fall."
"I just don't know who is coming. I originally wanted to fish out a few candidates for the successor to Barthelmero, and it would be best if I could fish out the little girl named Loreleija. I really want to taste what her blood tastes like."
The young man narrowed his eyes in ecstasy, picked up the crystal glass and drank the liquid in it.
"Unfortunately, she has been designated as the next generation of Barthelmero and is currently undergoing a magic seal transplant. She will not be able to come out in the short term. We can only take a step back and operate on her subordinates."
"You mean the magician group that was a hot topic a while ago? It seems to be called... E-Team?"
The young man smiled and confirmed his subordinates' guess: "My father said that the unit is composed of excellent and young magicians. If we let them continue to grow, they will definitely become a threat to us - the threat must be nipped in the bud."
"But, but, how can you be sure that Team E will come?"
"Because none of Barthomello's other powers can be used - our friends will help us contain Barthomello, at least on the surface. As for whether Barthomello will use his unknown hidden power, I can only say that they'd better not use it, otherwise, hehe."
The Magic Association is not like the Holy Church. The relationship between magicians and the Dead Apostles is quite ambiguous, and many people are playing both sides. And in the headquarters clock tower, Barthelmero is not the only one in power.
The young man's lips, whose red had not yet faded, curved into an arc of extreme confidence.
"The stage is set, all that's left is for the curtain to rise. I promise you'll never forget this night."