A little hesitation appeared in Li Mochen's eyes, but then he nodded: "You are right, you are worthy of being the Iron Blood Prime Minister."

This sentence has a slightly derogatory meaning and a bit of self-deprecating.

He decided not to hesitate for too long to follow Bismarck's opinion, although this means that most of the people of America will be classified as 'sacrificial'.

However, Li Mochen was more aware that his ability was limited and his current strength could not fully protect the 187.4 million square kilometers of land.

Without comparison, there is no harm - this is indeed the best way for him to win over the hearts of believers and the people.

"The second is to integrate the army of the gods."

Bismarck continued: "While you became the king of the gods in this world, you now have a weakness. The gods built a kingdom of gods between the star domain and the main material domain. If Odin and Zeus commanded the army to attack, will you save them? If you don't save them, you will lose people's hearts. And if you save them, then the power you currently have is not enough to fight against the three gods in the outer realm."

Li Mochen couldn't help but feel slightly moved. This was a problem he had not realized yet. He used the power of the gods to force Zeus and Odin to retreat, but at the same time he would also assume the responsibility of protecting the gods.

"We still have time, but not much time. The Olympus God System and the Asa God System have just been severely damaged by you. Their main force is also fighting against the Lord of Light. But sooner or later they can draw out their power to target the gods under your protection. Of course, you can also threaten them with their temples in the mortal world, but if one day the threat you bring them is so great that they are willing to give up the remaining faith in this world? And Ahura Mazda, the Persian God of Light, who has no faith in the mortal world, and no scruples."

"No need to say more, His Highness Bismarck--"

Li Mochen smiled bitterly, and he never ignored the threats of the gods Zoroasted.

If Ahura Mazda had not suddenly left this world more than three thousand years ago, the Truth God under the Lord of Glory would have been impossible to destroy His faith.

The God of Light of Zoroastrianism (Zoroastrianism) can even be said to be the object of imitation of the Lord of Glory.

The power of this person in the outer realm must be no less than that of the Olympus and Asa God. He has both the identities of light and darkness. He is the "God of Light" and the "Supreme God" who created the world, Ahura Mazda who represents the "good" and an important god of darkness, Angela Manuel who represents the "evil" side. Under these two people, there are six angel kings and demon kings, and they also have the power of the main god level and rule a huge army with unknown military strength.

In addition, it is said that this dual spirit also governs nine worlds in the outer realm, and its power is even greater than that of the Olympus God system.

However, although this "light and dark two-primordial god" also led the army back to the light world, he has always retained most of the power to remain unmoved and has not interfered with the main material world excessively.

But the more Ahura Mazda is like this, the more worried his movements are. In fact, the Lord of Glory and the two great gods now retain a considerable amount of strength to guard against this person.

Li Mochen also did not dare to take it lightly and was always paying attention to the movements of the Zoroastrian divine system.

"His Highness Bismarck, if I hand over the integration of the 'God' to you, how much time will you take? How much can it be integrated?"

Bismarck fell into deep thought and gave the answer five minutes later: "This is not a simple matter. First of all, we have to let the gods willingly take out their warriors of the Kingdom of Gods, and then we have to piece them together to build a logistics system that can support their long-term combat. If you hand over this matter to me, I will try to do it. Try to form a force of about two angel legions within three months, which is already the limit of the gods. Of course, you should not have hope for their combat effectiveness for the time being, it will be a group of mobs. At present, only powerful armies such as the Magic Goddess, Hela, and Thetis can be expected."

"My requirements are very low, just be able to fight defensively."

Li Mochen did not have too high expectations for this. He belonged to nearly a hundred gods. How powerful can the army they temporarily form?

Unless there are genius generals and commanders, and then subjected to harsh military discipline and years of training, they can compete with the angel legion of the Lord of Glory.

As for the number, Li Mochen's hopes are even lower. The Lord of Glory has almost dominated the world for nearly three thousand years, and has only accumulated seven "angel legions", one "judgment legion" and one "supervisory legion", not to mention the gods?

Of course, considering that the explosive growth of the world's population has been happening in the past two hundred years, and that is also the time when the gods rise, he predicted that the power of the gods under his command could be roughly equivalent to the appearance of three angel legions.

"Considering the current strength comparison, we have to find a way to be a hard walnut first."

He may not be able to stop the gods and the Lord of Light from destroying them, but if the other party wants to bite him, he will have to pay the price of losing his teeth.

"Yes, it's the hard walnut strategy. Your Majesty, you have wisdom that is not as good as ordinary people."

Bismarck praised: "In addition, as your majesty, you do not need to call me the title of 'Your Highness'."

"Then Bismarck!"

Li Mochen also followed the good deeds: "I am now planning to appoint you as the Prime Minister of my Kingdom of God, and I will fully help me with the affairs of the gods. What do you think of yourself?"

He thought that since Bismarck had such an attitude, he was obviously willing and even eager to join him and become his arm to control the gods.

Li Mochen also needs this person very much, and it almost reached the level of "desire".

His subordinates are not without outstanding abilities, but like Bismarck, he has super strong government skills, is good at dancing, is good at ease, and is well-known to the gods and has a wide connection, but none of them are there.

Li Mochen knew that he still had to spend most of his time on his personal practice. If he could not truly compete with the power of those god kings, then no matter how powerful the power he now had, he would eventually lose in this inevitable divine battle.

So he needs someone to help him coordinate and unify the gods so that he will not have to be distracted by miscellaneous matters. In this regard, Bismarck, who was once the name of "Iron Blood Prime Minister" in the mortal era, is undoubtedly an excellent candidate.

"That's my honor!"

Bismarck bowed calmly: "His Majesty Wilton Stein is my ideal monarch, and I will do my best to your cause."

Li Mochen couldn't help but smile: "I only need one request, and my two legions can't be too tempting."

At least nineteen of the gods gathered under him this time were from the Teutonic peoples. And without exception, they were among the forty gods who responded to him first.

He speculated that this was mostly due to Bismarck's influence and call. This man had a strong influence among them, and many gods who rose up since the thirty-seventh century followed him as their leader.

Of course, Li Mochen would repay them, but if this god of Tengshi was too powerful, he would also be worried.

"certainly!"

Bismarck leaned over again: "I know what to do with this. If you are too biased, it will not help maintain the harmony of the gods under your command, right? But there is something that makes people feel helpless at present. A large part of the gods under your command with strong combat power comes from the Teutonic people."

Li Mochen couldn't help but be speechless. Bismarck was telling the truth.

He only knew that even among the gods Ameriga who were good at fighting, a considerable number of ancestors originated from Teutonic, such as Garcia Feren, the "God of Strategy" under his command.

However, he was not worried about this, just because the real core affairs on his side were not handed over to the prime minister of the Kingdom of God.

It is because the forces under his command that are truly worthy of relying on, such as the Storm Force and the Church Armed Forces, are currently in charge of Robert, Michael Wood and others.

If Bismarck wants to get in touch with these, he must further gain Li Mochen's trust.

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Just as Li Mochen and Bismarck were having a "monarch-subject match" with Bismarck, in the central demon tower in Manhattan, water was about to drip from the face of Fair Houston, the current chairman of the Demon Tower Committee and the demigod wizard.

At this time, on this panel table, most of the five vice chairmen and executive directors had a calm and cold expression without any emotion.

"There are two vice chairmen and four executive directors who initiated the proposal at the same time. So this time, a registered vote will be adopted. Please raise your hands! Regarding the replacement of the Chairman of the Magic Tower Committee and the dismissal of Mr. Fair Houston, please make your decision."

The person who said this was Ms. Edith Batram, Executive Vice Chairman of the Magic Tower Committee. The only one who kept smiling among the people present. She completely ignored Fair Houston's cold gaze and looked around everyone present.

At this time, the five chairmen and the vast majority of the directors raised their hands, making the few people present particularly abrupt in this conference room.

Fair Houston, who already knew that his resignation was irreparable, stood up angrily: "You are betrayal of Your Highness the Goddess! The city of Manhattan was established because of Your Highness, you ungrateful bastards."

But most of the people present were indifferent, Edith Batram sneered: "Mr. Houston, you will receive a letter from our Manhattan Magic Tower Commission later. You need to bear a large part of the responsibility for the losses suffered by the Upper West Side. We will hire an authoritative accounting firm to conduct accurate statistics. So, please prepare your lawyer. In this country, even a demigod wizard cannot be detached from the law and must be responsible for his mistakes."

Fair Houston's body was slightly stiff, and then he angrily tore open the space and left the conference room that made him tired of disgust.

After this departure, a vice chairman on the board director's table sighed and shook his head: "There is something wrong first. It's this guy? If the magic tower array does not play a role in the battle of gods, then what's the point of its existence?"

"I don't know how many innocent citizens gathered in the Cathedral of Destiny at that time. But in his eyes, they can be sacrificed. And our Lord of Destiny, even when he was besieged by the gods, was the first priority to protect the safety of believers and nearby residents."

"It's indeed different. Speaking of this, what Your Majesty did in Australia is even more admirable. The glory of the gods gathered in the land of destiny swept the world, and within a day, the turbulent Australia has resumed its condensation."

"The times have changed, and the king of gods in the new era has appeared. The goddess of liberty is indeed great, but it turns out that she is not the opponent of fate. But this guy still can't see this clearly."

The other man sneered: "I don't think he doesn't know, but when he reaches this point, there is only one road that has gone dark. Neither the master of fate or us will forgive him, will we?"

"Enough, I think the next issue can be carried out, about the new chairman of the Magic Tower Commission. Two hours later, I must rush to the Cathedral of Destiny on the Upper West Side, and Archbishop Louis seems to be preparing to attend today's Mass in person."

"Have his injuries been healed? Yesterday this person obviously injured his energy."

"It should be the effect of divine power, right? It is truly a great god who controls life and death, as well as youth and vitality at the same time-"

At the same time, Abraham White House, Nannet Drew walked into the Oval Office located on the west wing of the White House with the respectful eyes of several presidential aides beside him.

The current President Daniel Wicks stood at the door to greet him and shook hands with the lady very cordially.

However, Ms. Drew didn't give her any good face. After sitting down opposite the desk, she confronted the president with a cold look.

"Our board of directors of Rising Sun Group is very dissatisfied with your recent actions by the President. Did you issue the instructions on the 22nd Fleet right?"

The president could only smile bitterly: "It's true, but-"

"Don't use those high-sounding words to excuse me, Mr. President. Your instructions make the Twenty-Second Fleet turn its back on the citizens you should have guarded and stay away from the battlefield."

Ms. Drew sneered: "You were the Prime Minister of Australia who accompanied the Prime Minister to Atlanta to ask for help from our Lord, right? You led us into a trap and then left us alone."

"Ms. Drew?" The White House Chief of Staff next to him saw that the president's face was covered with cold sweat, so he could only stand up and try to explain to this person. However, the lady at the desk glanced over with a cold look: "Shut up!"

This politician who has been standing in politics for many years suddenly felt cold all over his body and his blood was almost frozen. He couldn't say a word.

Nannet Drew continued to look at the President: "Also, what's going on with the special address you recently approved to submit to Congress? Are you provoking us? Provoking the Rising Sun-Light and Destiny Church?"
Chapter completed!