Chapter 523 Dagger
More than four years have passed, and there are still... twenty-five years before the power of the gods completely disappears and the eastern part of Oden Continent returns to normal.
And twenty-five years later, the Fisher family, which has become a feared enemy of the world, will face a siege from all over the world.
Two of the six elements of destruction are controlled by the Fisher family. No matter who fears them or who craves power, no one will let Fisher and the Dawn Cult go.
For decades, as a subsidiary supernatural organization under the Fisher family, a mercenary group called Moore Security Company has completely risen.
Its predecessor was undoubtedly the Dagger Brotherhood under the Order of Dawn, and its founding time can be traced back to the era when Byrne and Irene were in power, because the four eastern countries of the Oden continent have now entered a completely new era, and in today's era, gangs are not needed at the grassroots level.
Therefore, the Dagger Brotherhood began a large-scale transformation and reorganization from top to bottom decades ago, turning it into a mercenary company.
Even though there were many obstacles and difficulties in the process of change, Moore was still very determined to push forward the reconstruction, and even went so far as to eliminate some of the disobedient "old gang brothers" according to the rules.
At the beginning, the number of ordinary people under Moore's command decreased significantly, while the number of extraordinary people increased greatly. Later, the number of logistics for ordinary people also increased. Their business continued to expand, and even affected the overseas of Oden Continent. Recently, even in the three continents outside the Great Glacier, people from Moore Security Company have begun to engage in various businesses.
Now, it is openly known that Moore Security Company has thousands of extraordinary members in the world of Krad, and there are even five "special operators" who have reached the monarch level or the fifth level.
Currently, the highest authority organization of Moore Security Company, the "Moore Management Committee", has a total of thirteen members, five of whom are five powerful special operators, and the other eight are all members of the Dawn Cult designated by Christine of the Fisher family, and they are basically related to the Fisher family itself.
The thirteen management committee members make decisions on many matters, big and small, of Moore Security Company. Under the management committee members are nearly a hundred company executives, who serve as the middle-level managers of Moore Security Company. Some of the executives are field team leaders, while others are managers of various internal departments.
Further down are tens of thousands of logistics personnel, ordinary auxiliary fighters, and thousands of extraordinary people who actually do the work.
In today's era, there are rifles and various new weapons. Even well-trained Origin-level transcendents can exert combat power comparable to those of the lower-level transcendents who underwent qualitative changes a hundred years ago. As for those Origin-level transcendents who do not have weapons, they can be easily suppressed by just a few armed soldiers.
The bullets fired from flintlock rifles over a hundred years ago could only cause scratches to those at a lower level of qualitative change, and might even be caught by extraordinary people at a higher level of qualitative change... However, after the emergence of semi-automatic rifles capable of continuous firing, the situation in battle changed dramatically.
After a period of continuous firing, it can indeed kill the lower-level extraordinary people, and the extraordinary people below the monarch level will not be able to catch the bullets with their hands.
Then, various types of machine guns have also been widely used on the battlefield. These powerful weapons give ordinary people the opportunity to kill extraordinary people at a qualitative level.
Even if a transcendent who has reached a higher level of qualitative change faces intensive firepower coverage, if he is not good at defense, he is likely to be continuously "scraped" to the point of serious injury or even death.
As some of the extraordinary people of the old era were brutally slaughtered by machine guns and semi-automatic rifles, the combat ideas of the extraordinary people of today's era on the battlefield have quietly changed. They pay more attention to guerrilla warfare and special tactics, rather than rushing in recklessly in the face of bullets - that is a privilege reserved only for the extraordinary people at the monarch level.
"Moore Security Company" pays great attention to the use of firearms and firepower. In areas outside the continent of Oden, technology is not yet developed enough, and many primitive tribes are still dominated by low-level supernatural beings. The "Moore Security Company"'s several teams of well-trained armed mercenaries can slaughter all the defenseless low-level supernatural beings.
In fact, there is a "boss behind the scenes" of the "Moore Security Company Management Committee".
Since many years ago, the "boss behind the scenes" has been in seclusion behind the scenes, and only the people on the management committee know of his real existence now.
That man was Moore, who was over a hundred years old. He was the eldest son of the first blood recipient, Granny Nada, the founder of the Dagger Brotherhood, and one of the original members of the Dawn Cult who followed the Fisher family.
He is of medium build, neither too muscular nor lacking in masculine fortitude. The years have left faint traces on his face, but have also added a bit of calmness to him.
Moore's most striking feature is his eyes, which are as deep as the night sky and seem to be able to see into people's hearts. Sometimes they are as sharp as an eagle, and sometimes they become soft and deep.
His nose was straight and his lips were tightly closed, revealing a kind of awe-inspiring temperament. There was a faint scar on his chin, which was a medal from countless life-and-death battles in the past. He did not choose to restore it after the battle but decided to keep it until now.
Although Moore has been living behind the scenes for many years now, he never dresses carelessly and always prefers dark-colored clothes, such as dark blue coats and a pair of clean black leather shoes.
At this moment, in the headquarters of the Moore Security Company in the former Kingdom of Rhea, the members of the senior committee were sitting upright in the conference room, around a rectangular conference table, discussing a high-risk mission that was about to be carried out.
The lighting in the room was soft and everyone's face was serious.
"The purpose of this operation is to help a great lord overseas defeat the local Feiyu people. The strongest of the Feiyu people is said to have died at the hands of the 'Glacier King', so the great lord who has been subservient for many years has the idea of rebellion in his heart, but he just hopes to have enough power to expand his advantage, so he hopes that we can take action."
"To put it simply, it's a fight for control of an overseas archipelago of about fifty-three islands."
"I see. I heard that this time we are not the only ones taking action. The people from the Storm Church will also take action... They seem to want to help the Feiyu people. We may have a conflict with the Storm Church."
The situation of the Storm Church is very delicate now. Since half of their forces are in the eastern part of the Oden Continent, they do not have the courage to declare war on the Fisher Family and the Dawn Order like other churches, and have been pretending to be dead all this time.
But Darren and Christine are not people who are easily fooled. In recent years, they have been forcing the Storm Church to take sides... requiring them not to convert, but only to recognize that the Storm Lord is the subordinate god of the Lost Lord.
Anyway, the real Lord of Storms is gone, so it's not a big problem for the Church to make some corrections to their God - of course it is a huge problem, because that naturally means the complete surrender and betrayal of faith by the Church of Storms, so they are also very hesitant. This kind of thing may be more difficult than facing death.
In fact, if the Church of Storms had not sheltered the Fisher family for a hundred years, they would not even have had such an opportunity. It was precisely because of the hundred years of shelter that the Fisher family would not have chosen to conquer the Church of Storms by force as long as they did not truly stand on the opposite side or receive the oracle of the Lord of the Lost.
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open, and a figure walked into the room quietly.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it, conversations stopped abruptly, and the entire room seemed to be frozen by an invisible force.
The person who came in was the boss who was hiding behind the scenes, Moore.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark coat, walking steadily, with a faint and profound smile on his face, and his eyes revealed an indescribable calmness.
Moore inspired awe in everyone present. Some of them had not seen him in years, while others were witnessing this legendary figure for the first time, but all of them were impressed by the calmness that emanated from him.
"Everyone, I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion."
Moore's voice was deep and magnetic. He continued, "But I think you all realize the importance of this mission. I came here to listen to your ideas in person and how we can achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost."
As Moore finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room gradually warmed up, and the senior executives began to speak again and share their insights.
Moore sat quietly at one end of the conference table, nodding his head in agreement and asking pointed questions to guide the direction of the discussion.
"It would be best if we could convince the Storm Church to cooperate with us, or not to take action to avoid a large-scale dispute between the two sides, especially under the current special tense situation."
“I’d better go and find Bishop Zain in person for this matter. He has always been an old friend of Fischer. Perhaps the whole matter can be solved from here.”
Under his guidance, the entire meeting went extremely smoothly and the originally difficult problems were easily solved.
As the discussion drew to a close, Moore stood up again and looked around at everyone present, his eyes sparkling with gratitude.
"Thank you for your hard work and wisdom. I believe that with everyone's joint efforts, Moore Security Company will be able to successfully complete this mission."
Moore's words were brief and powerful, like a shot in the arm, filling everyone present with confidence.
With his departure, the conference room returned to calm, but the air was no longer filled with the previous tension.
Finally ending a busy day, Moore returned to his private estate in a remote mountain area.
The manor is dotted with stars, and the breeze brings a hint of coolness and tranquility.
He slowly walked into his study, where the shelves were filled with all kinds of books, from military strategy to classical literature, from world history to philosophical meditations.
The large desk in the middle of the room was quietly waiting for its owner to return. Moore sat down gently and his eyes lingered on the yellowed photo on the table for a moment. It was a group photo of him and a group of comrades on an overseas battlefield. Everyone had a smile on his face.
Moore recalled the brothers who fought side by side with him, some of whom have remained on overseas battlefields forever, while others have continued their lives in different corners.
"Alas, I have traveled half the world over the years... It all started with Nasir. If I hadn't met Ms. Irene and my mother, my life would not have changed."
He closed his eyes and his thoughts began to drift away, as if he had returned to those days a hundred years ago. His life was full of challenges and choices, but every step he took was firm and without regrets.
Unconsciously, Moore gradually fell asleep, and in the deep and hazy dream, the silver-haired witch with closed eyes stepped on the invisible moonlight tapestry and slowly entered the palace woven from star fragments.
The witch was wearing a robe that was woven from moonlight and night. Her silver hair was like a waterfall, gently falling on both sides of her face with her eyes closed and quiet, as if time had stopped for her.
In the center of the palace, a long table woven from the silk of dreams stood quietly, on the table was a spirit lamp that never went out, the light was soft and deep. At the other end of the long table, Moore's figure gradually appeared, he was shrouded in a layer of unpredictable light and shadow, his face was blurred.
The witch slowly opened her eyes, a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers between dreams and reality, flashing with sparks of desire for the unknown.
She spoke softly, her voice like the night wind blowing through the ancient forest, gentle yet with unquestionable power: "Moore, I have come through the mist of dreams just to seek your help. I have been looking for a powerful extraordinary material for a long time. It is hidden at the end of the world, in the cracks of time. Only wisdom and power can guide me to find it."
"What do you need that extraordinary material for? Ms. Hecate."
"The Eighth Step is what I need to get to the Eighth Step..."
Moore was shocked. He had never expected that Ms. Hecate had already stepped onto the seventh step without realizing it, and had even begun to prepare the extraordinary materials to reach the eighth step!
He is worthy of being the most talented person among all the Sequence Transcendents, his improvement speed is simply incredible!
"Okay, as long as you tell me its name, I will do my best to let the security company find it."
The witch continued, "The Heart of Stone is a very special and extraordinary material."
"I see."
Maul nodded slightly, remembering Stoneheart's name completely.
"Thank you for your generosity. The great Lord of the Lost will know the contributions you have made all along, and I will definitely achieve my true goal."
The witch's words were filled with determination and gratitude. Then her figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the dream with a bright light.
The palace returned to silence again, leaving only the spirit lamp continuing to shine silently. Moore, who was sitting here, felt that everything in front of him was constantly spinning.
The dream gradually disintegrated.
"Did I just dream? No, that was Lady Hecate communicating with me... Heart of Stone?"
"We can only mobilize everyone in the company to pay attention to where to find such extraordinary materials. If Ms. Hecate is promoted to the eighth level, the power that the Fisher family will possess is simply unimaginable."
Moore opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the diary on the desk again. He recorded every detail of his life in that book. Writing a diary has become a habit for him.
He gently opened the old diary and read through it carefully page by page. Those words were like the mark of time, recording Moore's growth trajectory from immaturity to maturity, and also witnessing his understanding of the world from ignorance to depth.
"Although my life has been full of ups and downs, I have taken every step with integrity and have never violated the rules and principles I set for myself."
Moore said silently in his heart, with a faint smile on his face. He knew that life could not be perfect, but as long as he had faith in his heart, he could find his own satisfaction.
Finally, he gently closed the diary, stood up, walked to the window and looked at the quiet night sky outside.
Moore felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter how many challenges the future held, he had lived his life without regrets.
(End of this chapter)
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