However, Lyon was not panicked at all. Low-level transcendents who had no way to advance would not pose any threat at all. Moreover, Lyon would also impose some restrictions. If anyone was taught transcendental abilities without authorization, the Church of Eternal Night would directly declare him dead.
There's nothing we can do. This is the only way.
As for giving money...where does the money come from?
Few of those capitalists believe in the Lord of Eternal Night wholeheartedly, which makes it difficult for the Church of Eternal Night.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
The New York Governor nodded, then continued, "Will this create a new opportunity, making those capitalists feel that as long as they have money, they can have the opportunity to become extraordinary people?"
"That's understandable."
Leon nodded: "The Church of Eternal Night should directly announce a set of guidelines in a few days. After all, we also need a certain amount of financial support."
There is no way, people always have to make a living, and without money, you will be restricted in everything.
Looking at Lyon's remarks, the New York governor was speechless. He was about to curse the capitalists in his heart, but then he thought that he seemed to be a member of the capitalists...
After a light cough, the New York governor said, "I will always support the church's decisions. Now that you have decided on these issues, I will not say anything more."
After saying this, the Governor of New York hurried away and began to prepare to implement the plan that Lyon had mentioned.
Lyon looked at the New York Governor's departing figure, sighed slightly, and felt a little complicated.
......
Rhodes walked on the streets of New York, looking at the protest groups holding signs, boycotting the zombies, and wanting to return to their dreams. He seemed particularly surprised and did not understand the Americans' actions.
What's going on with these little guys? Although I am on the side of the Spider God, I have never seen enemies like this.
Dreams are wonderful, but if you keep going on like this for too long, you'll die! The Gloomy God of Chill and his ghoul minions have saved your lives, so why are you resisting them?
Rhodes curiously stopped one of the demonstrators and looked at the fat white man. He asked curiously, "Why do you want to resist the zombies? They saved your life, otherwise you might die in your dream!"
The obese man flew into a rage and yelled, "If it weren't for them, I would still be living with my beauties. How could I possibly come back and continue to face everything here?!"
Rhodes felt a little unbelievable: "But...but you will die."
"So what? I'm dead. I'm happy and that's all. What does it have to do with those zombies?!"
After saying this, the obese man walked around Rhodes and continued to hold a flag and march in protest.
Rhodes stood there, looking at the demonstrators, lost in thought.
Maybe... I don't even need to make any plans. These Americans may be able to destroy themselves.
Rhodes was honest in his heart. After all, the current situation was too unbelievable. He even suspected that his companions were secretly working to hypnotize these people's minds and make them oppose.
After a long silence on the road, Rhodes finally came to his senses and began to feel a little warm in his heart.
"This is fantastic! If every American was like this, why would the empire not flourish?!"
After reading it, Rhodes quickly rushed to the front of the marchers and shouted to them, "Everyone, please be quiet. Stop arguing. I have something to say. Please listen carefully!"
"I'm listening to NM?!"
"Get out of here! Get the superhumans and ghouls out of New York! New York belongs to us!"
"The Church of Eternal Night, get out!"
"What did you say?! The Church of Eternal Night is the hope of survival for the people, and you..."
Soon, some simple infighting began within the parade, but these infightings were only a small part of the problem. Most people just wanted to drive away the zombies so that they could dream again.
Looking at the indignant demonstrators, Rhodes smiled slightly, raised his crutch and hit the ground hard.
Immediately afterwards, a light purple magical power quickly condensed from the point where the crutch hit the ground and began to extend along the ground towards the crowd.
On both sides of Rhodes were the National Guards, holding submachine guns and looking at the incredible scene in front of them. They were calm and even wanted to laugh.
In New York, supernatural means are not uncommon. Armed organizations such as the National Guard, which are affiliated with the government, are of course often exposed to such supernatural powers and naturally do not look shocked.
The lavender ripples echoed on the ground, creating circles of ripples. At this time, there was already some commotion in the parade.
The extraordinary methods of the extraordinary people make some people extremely nervous. They are afraid that they will be subjected to some special attacks from the extraordinary people.
Especially this extraordinary person in front of him who is suspected to be a wizard. As we all know, wizards are the best at using unusual methods.
Rhode's mouth curled up slightly. He looked at the parade that had been completely covered and was about to take the next step when suddenly a voice roared from the crowd:
"He's a wizard, kill him!"
As the voice rang out, a bullet shot out from the crowd coldly and flew towards Rhodes!
“Whoosh!”
Seeing this, Rhodes moved the crutch in his hand slightly. He heard a "ding-dong" sound, and the bullet hit the crutch and fell to the ground, making a slight sound.
The crutch in Rhodes' hand was made of the essence of the bones of nine enemies and hundreds of slaves. It was extremely hard and ordinary bullets could not leave any marks on it.
"Protect Mr. Rhodes!"
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