After Becker came out of Shen Ji's room, all the eyes of the prominent figures in the clan were focused on him.om
"There is nothing wrong with Lady Shenji's health." Becker first used these words to calm everyone's emotions. "She just needs time to rest. She has consumed too much mental power. In the next few months, we will have to rely on ourselves."
The crowd that had just calmed down started to stir again.
"Master Patriarch," the leader of the small tribe who was protected by Becker's tribe said to Becker very worriedly, "the council of chiefs has turned to the Chinese. Without the help of Shen Ji, how can we fight against these invaders from the east?
What? They have terrible weapons in their hands. Even with the protection of the desert, we cannot compete with them. Wise Lord Hussein, we need the power of Shen Ji..."
"The enemy also has goddesses," Becker said coldly, "and their goddesses are equipped with more advanced weapons than us. At this time, isn't it the best time for us to use our flesh and blood to show our loyalty to Allah?
The timing?"
If the leader said this in other places, his subordinates might be criticized to death, but this is Arabia. Religion has become a part of their lives. Everyone is naturally baptized by Islamic teachings from birth. For them, it is already
It doesn’t matter whether they are religious or not, Allah, the Quran and khat have long been part of their personality.
It is a normal thing to sacrifice one's life for Allah. In the previous time and space, there were no such strange things as Goddess and Goddess. The Islamic beliefs were so indestructible. In this time and space, there are Goddess to prove the existence of Allah. To die for Allah is simply nothing.
A matter of course.
Becker looked at everyone in silence, and after a while he said: "Moreover, no matter how advanced the enemy's equipment is, they will always show their flaws. The desert is our most reliable ally, and we have many ways to avoid them.
Attack their weak points fiercely. Before I give you new orders, everyone is hiding in the desert. Our secret stronghold was attacked yesterday because there were their artificial eagles in the sky. So everyone, during the day
We can’t go to the surface, and all activities will be at night. That’s it, you go.”
All the clan leaders stood up and saluted Becker. Then they filed out. When Becker was the only one left in the room, he reached out and picked up a small amount of khat from the small bowl in front of him, put it into his mouth and gently
Chew it up.
Someone pushed open the small door behind the chief and entered the room.
"I've already said it," Becker said without looking back. "We will not use the medicine you provided. Miss Shenji is the hope for the revival of our Arab ministries. I will never allow your dirty technology to taint the safety of the Arab world."
Ra has given us the holiness.”
"But," the person who had just entered the door turned to Becker and sat down like a real Arab. His sitting posture and clothing were very incompatible with his typical European face, "when the Chinese occupied
In Baghdad, the Assembly of Chiefs will hand over the entire desert, which has been completely eaten away by the Chinese. Then your goddess will be captured by the Chinese, and the entire Arab world will be ruled by an empire more powerful than the Ottomans. Now
The Chinese Federation is on the rise. Once that happens, at least in your lifetime, you will not be able to see the Arab du li."
Becker chewed the leaves of khat and said nothing. He just stared at the Europeans with eyes as sharp as knives.
The European continued indifferently: "I assure you that this drug only enhances the ability of Shenji and will not leave any side effects. The British scientists who defected to Germany used the British Shenji before defecting.
Many experiments, the results are very good."
As he spoke, the German took out a newspaper from his arms and placed it in front of Becker.
It was a gossip entertainment tabloid whose purpose was to report all kinds of gossip. The headline on the front page of the newspaper was quite eye-catching: What happened to the Queen?
Becker pulled the newspaper in front of him and read the report in detail - Becker spent a long time studying in Europe when he was young and his English was quite good.
That report listed some small changes that had taken place in Queen Isabella in the past two years. In Becker's opinion, they were just random things. But the author used a brilliant pen to make it all look so real.
Believable.
"That's what the British who defected to us said," the Germans said after seeing that Becker had almost finished reading the report, "Britain's most powerful goddess, Queen Isabella, has taken this drug.
In order to enhance one's own abilities, and in order not to irritate the European countries, I was careful not to use my own power, because that power was too terrifying and difficult to control."
Becker stared at the German's face. Unfortunately, the German's marble-like cold and hard expression would not give him any useful information.
Therefore, Becker failed to discover that the Germans had concealed a key fact, which was that the drug was addictive and could be used to control the goddess who took the drug.
By the way, the Germans themselves were actually deceived. Only Professor Moriarty and her cronies knew about Isabella being switched and then escaping to Holland.
After the master ball was taken away, it fell towards Wensley Churchill, or it was washed away.
Therefore, most of the Freemasons who defected to Germany did not know about this because the Queen was controlled by drugs, while the few lords who knew about it chose to remain silent. They seemed to think that they should not tell this situation.
Germans are better.
In short, the Germans knew little about the British situation, and now they were trying to deceive Becker, who was very smart.
Becker was silent for a while, and finally shook his head.
"I'm very grateful to you, but before accepting your assistance, we still plan to give it a try with our own strength."
"In that case, your tribe and the small tribes that follow you will make huge sacrifices."
"Allah will be kind to those warriors who died heroically, just as He was kind to my son."
The German stared at Becker's face for a long time and finally shook his head.
"It seems that I will never be able to understand your religious fanaticism."
"Because you Europeans have lost it forever," Becker said. "Your ancestors launched expeditions driven by the same fanaticism."
"That's just because they coveted the wealth of the Byzantine Empire."
"With all due respect, this is just the interpretation of modern people. The ultimate goal is to serve your new ideas generated during the colonial era. That's why I say that you have forever lost your once firm and fanatical beliefs. But we are different.
, this firm faith will lead us to revival, and the light of Allah will shine on us."
The German curled his lips and finally decided to leave.
Becker clearly heard the German say to his entourage after leaving the room: "These religious lunatics, if possible, I really don't want to help them. One day they will become a scourge to the entire world."
He may have used German, thinking that Becker would not be able to understand it. But in fact, Becker was fluent in major European languages, including German, French and Russian.
At this time, Becker could have stormed out the door in a rage and ordered his men to chop up the damn German.
But he didn't do this because he had a strange sense of identity with these words. Becker had lived in Europe for too long. Although his beliefs were still firm, various ideas in the modern world still had an impact on him.
.He has a profound understanding of the conflict between Islamic faith and modern society.
There was a part in Becker's mind that vaguely felt that maybe the decision of the chiefs of Baghdad was the right one. Through the slogans put forward by the Chinese, the Islamic world had a node to integrate with the world of the great powers, and then gradually integrated into
in the modern world.
However, Becker's current position does not allow him to agree with the chiefs' ideas.
So I had to bite the bullet.
Natasha Petevich Stolypin sits in the driver's seat of her giant mobile fortress.
This fortress adopts the "Duplex Goddess Linkage System" and is jointly operated by twenty former Tsarist Russian Goddess with Natasha as the core. Because of this, this thing has such heavy armor and can also move quite quickly.
Speed is flying across the earth.
The only regret is that the coordination problem of the multi-shinji parallel system in flight has not been solved. Now this thing can only rely on air cushions to run wildly on the ground.
But Natasha thinks this is completely acceptable. Anyway, there is an allied goddess in the sky responsible for air control. And even if there is no air control, with the defensive capabilities of this Imperial Shadow Blade, the enemy may not be able to defeat it.
At least no one in the desert in front of me can stop this monster-like thing.
Sitting in this behemoth, Natasha felt for the first time that her ideal of revenge for her father was so close to her and so within reach.
If just becoming the mistress of an Oriental could make those thugs who took everything away from Natasha pay the price, Natasha would have no reason to refuse.
What's more, Lin Youde left a very good impression on Natasha. Although his appearance is a bit inconsistent with the aesthetics of Ukrainian girls, his seemingly unrestrained and unrestrained way of doing things is quite popular with Natasha. Not to mention Natasha.
Tasha has always believed that a man's own strength is also part of his charm.
Although she was not as passionate about Lin Youde as the other women around her, Natasha would never betray him as long as Lin Youde was still strong.
While the Ukrainian girl was thinking about this, the last hurdle on the road to Baghdad had already appeared on the horizon in front of the Emperor's Shadow Blade.
ps: Some people say that Becker doesn’t look like an Arabic name. Well, I don’t think so either. But the prototype of this guy is Saddam Hussein’s grandfather...