"Let's put the ghoul problem aside for now. I already have a solution."
Smith cleared his throat and said, "The most important thing right now is the phantom problem. Only when the phantom problem is solved can New York be truly protected!"
The New York governor immediately flattered him and expressed his doubts: "Bishop Smith is absolutely right, but the question now is, how do we deal with the phantom?"
"That's the ultimate goal of our current discussions."
Smith nodded and said, "I have arranged a small team to go and negotiate with the ghouls. During this time, we will quickly discuss the results and stop the losses in time!"
"Now, I want to get all the information that the two Indian wizards and your New York government have about the current situation!"
Smith's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he immediately took all the power into his own hands. The New York government, the headquarters of the Church of Eternal Night, and the Indian wizards seemed to have become his vassals.
The headquarters of the Church of Eternal Night is now leaderless and naturally can't do anything. The two Indian wizards are full of tricks and don't care about this little thing.
Although the New York authorities were somewhat angry, things had come to this point and they could only rely on Smith to resolve the crisis.
In other words, they can only hope that Smith can turn the tide.
However...the outcome of the matter may not have developed as the New York authorities had hoped. Smith carefully understood the cause and effect of the matter and listened to the Indian wizard "Rod"'s story about the Spider God, but he still had no clue.
Smith had no idea where to start, how to start, or how to rescue the citizens of New York.
His originally confident expression gradually turned gloomy, and the Indian wizard Rhodes, who was sitting not far from Smith, sneered in his heart and was somewhat contemptuous of Smith's behavior.
That's the great Spider God, how could he be cracked by an ant like you?
You have only one final fate, which is to die obediently in the Spider God's dream, and provide all your nutrients to the resurrecting Aztec Empire!
Rhodes thought so and could hardly suppress his inner emotions and almost laughed out loud, but fortunately he had excellent acting skills and stopped his thoughts in time.
Now, Rhodes just wanted to see what magical method Smith had to expel the Spider God and save New York from the brink of destruction.
Rhode sneered in his heart, "Give up! Let's call for reinforcements and get all the extraordinary people from the Church of Eternal Night in the United States. That way, we can catch them all in one fell swoop."
But soon, a dull roar was heard in the sky. The sound was so earth-shattering that it almost shattered people's eardrums!
The sound like a bolt from the blue terrified everyone. Ordinary people were so frightened that they could only squat on the ground, covering their ears and shouting loudly. Even Rhodes was frightened by the sudden sound.
"What's going on?!"
"What's going on?!"
"Could it be that a god has intervened?"
Various voices rang out in Rhodes' mind, and the sudden situation made Rhodes feel uneasy.
He was not idle these days. At least he learned a lot about modern knowledge and information about gods. He knew that the Church of Eternal Night believed in a god named the Lord of Eternal Night.
Given the current situation, could it be that the Lord of Eternal Night has taken action?
Rhodes suddenly raised his head and looked towards the airport, only to see that hundreds of zombies had appeared around the airport. They cheered each other with fiery eyes, as if they were paying homage to some great existence.
The spider shadow that originally shrouded the sky above the airport completely disappeared, replaced by a sky full of ice and snow!
Rhode was completely dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on and kept roaring in his mind, "What the hell is going on?!"
On the other side, Smith, who was still deep in thought, also noticed the change in the situation. He looked towards the direction of the airport, looking at the dome covered with dark clouds and the airport covered with snow and wind, and was slightly surprised. However, unlike Rhodes, he knew what was going on.
"Mordiggian, the god of chilling bones!"
Smith couldn't help but murmur the name of this god. As the bishop who had the most contact with ghouls in the Church of Eternal Night, he knew the ghoul clan and the gods they believed in too well.
But what surprised Smith was why the gloomy and cold god chose to help humans save New York?
In Smith's impression, the Gloomy God of Cold Bones has always been an evil god who will not do anything without profit. If the transaction does not conform to his wishes, the zombies will riot, and Boston can only use large amounts of recycled meat to satisfy the zombies' appetite.
How could such an evil god do such a thing?
The enthusiasm made Smith a little scared. Smith was now a little worried about whether Boston could supply the flesh and blood of the zombies.
At this moment, the Governor of New York seemed to have heard what Smith was mumbling. He immediately came over and said to Smith, "Did you just say... the God of Cold Bones?"
"Yes, based on the currently known information, only the Gloomy and Cold God fits the current situation."
Smith nodded, sighed, and said, "In order to satisfy the gloomy god of bone chill, New York may have to pay a lot of meat, otherwise these ghouls will not give up."
"A lot of meat?"
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