Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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He shook his head, casting aside this impossible fantasy, looked at the two reporters, and finally smiled, saying:

"You guys did a great job this time! Get ready for a promotion and a raise, haha! Oh, by the way, did you take some photos of the daily newspaper illustrations? You can start preparing for the next few days' sections now."

"Yes, yes," the two reporters said, pointing to the notebook in Grantia's hand. "Boss, turn to the back, it's in there!"

"Oh, oh!"

Gulatia snapped out of her reverie, flipped through the last manuscript, and looked at the commemorative photo posted in the notebook.

"Hmm, the visual impact of this palace gate is quite impressive, and the atmosphere of the dead rushing on their way is very strong... Oh, is this King Titania? He punched Tigger to death? That's outrageous... Wait, what's this?"

He stared wide-eyed at the towering structure on the floating island in the photo, took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, and then couldn't help but mutter a complaint:

"...What the hell are these?!"

……

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Latis discovered a problem.

Although he intended to transform the Titan Palace into a mage tower as a landmark building in the outer city of Titania, the result seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

When the passageway was lying on the ground, it wasn't so obvious. It wasn't until the night passed and the puppets raised it completely that he realized how outrageous its shape was.

"What the hell are these?!"

Latis looked at the palace with its towering pillar and two enormous spherical inner chambers below, and immediately wore the expression of an old man looking at his phone on the subway, unable to contain himself any longer.

You're saying this is a mage tower? Nobody believes that!

He slapped his face and fell into deep despair.

Looking like that, I shouldn't call myself a mage... I feel like I'll be nailed to the pillar of shame by my fellow mages!

He certainly didn't want to be known as "that Brother Niu" in the monks' mouths later on! That's hardly any better than "Brother Gouzi," is it?!

Latis sighed and shook his head.

In fact, he was quite satisfied with the palace that had been raised to the level of a cannon. Apart from the shape being somewhat indescribable, it looked quite imposing overall.

After the nearly 1,000-meter-long "cannon" was erected, it was taller than the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in Dubai in its previous life. The original passageway was not a long concrete pipe cast in one piece, but an ancient deep rock facade with many ancient murals that have been eroded away.

Although the murals were beyond Mr. Yin's restoration capabilities, the blurred traces of erosion, combined with the textured surface of the deep rock, gave it the feel of a wonder of the earth that had come from history.

However, the palace was built in a very distant time for people from this other world who have very young reproductive ages; it's practically a treasure from ancient times...

Latis activated his flight spell, flew into the air, and surveyed the entire floating island, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Everyone was very excited upon arriving at their new home and worked on construction almost all night. So far, we can already see some encouraging progress.

The construction itself felt like a dystopian era. On one side, the puppets were 3D printing the building's exterior like printers, while on the other, Yashutia was hammering away at the workshop's underground warehouse. On one side, Master Yin was manipulating magical clouds and plant guardians to gradually create the outer city environment, and on the other side, Cambynash was lying in the cemetery, hand-crafting the Corridor of the Dead...

Is this another world? It's really amazing.

He stroked his chin and looked again at the towering palace that seemed to pierce the clouds.

It must be said that although the two bases at the bottom make it feel a bit unsettling, the tower still gives people a strong sense of security at this moment. Just thinking about being able to be shot anywhere by cannons at any time in the future gives one a sense of power that truth exists within the range of the cannons.

However, it cannot be activated yet. Firstly, the magic array inside the passageway has not been fully repaired and cannot be effectively accelerated. Secondly, decades or even centuries have passed, and human territory has undergone tremendous changes. The map inside the palace is outdated and cannot accurately estimate the impact point of the artillery fire.

Finally, in the Magic Network era, magic energy is much more stable and orderly than before. Therefore, during the energy storage and firing process, the cannon's ability to absorb magic power is not as strong as before, and the range is greatly reduced.

Even if it is fully repaired now, it can only shoot about 200 kilometers at most. Within this range, there are only some small towns in the suburbs of Lundia and Senhai, and there is nothing to deter.

However, Latis was in a good mood. The repair of the magic circle was only a matter of time. He could bring a portable terminal to record the map and other information, and then synchronize it with the control panel when he returned. As for the issue of controlling the magic element, that was even simpler.

Don't forget he's the cyber police officer in charge of the magic network, the goddess priest whom the goddess church forbids to worship, the sharp magic warrior full of martial virtue, the urban legend of Lundia, the bettor of Lady Oriana, and the cheater with extremely high magic affinity, Latis!

Although this sounds a bit like an appointment, probably no one knows better than him how to control magic energy.

Moreover, Herod Mage's territory will later build a production line for magic network nodes. At that time, he can have the little bird make a batch of specially made ones to cover the entire floating island, so he won't have to worry about anything anymore.

He pondered for a moment, just as he was considering how to establish a cooperative relationship with the Mage Association using this new identity, when he suddenly saw Kambinash and Yashutia waving at him from the ground.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Latis scratched his head, glanced at the building behind Cambynash, and realized that the Corridor of the Dead seemed to have been completed.

Latis originally thought the Corridor of the Dead would be a very eerie structure, or perhaps an enormous toilet like the Box of the Witch God. However, Cambinash simply built a small, ordinary chapel, and in the courtyard outside the chapel, he used many tombstones to create the magical structure of the Corridor of the Dead.

This small chapel naturally did not enshrine any deities. The large stained glass behind the blank altar reflected colorful light and shadow onto the benches. Camby Nash had originally suggested building a statue of Latis to place on the altar, but Latis decisively rejected it.

I'm not a god, doing this is bad karma...

The primary purpose of building this small chapel was, of course, to conceal the existence of the Corridor of the Dead; a secondary purpose was that it could later be used as a wedding venue, etc.

Fortunately, most of the deceased had not been dead for long, and their souls were stabilized in the Corridor of the Dead before they dissipated. With their bodies preserved, they could occasionally walk around in their own bodies under the stable soul conditions. Since they were using the soul power of the Corridor of the Dead, they did not even have to worry about the surge of necromantic magic attracting the magic network. After the Titania territory was completed, they could even go to the human market.

Therefore, most of the deceased said they were emotionally stable, but they hoped that Latis would not marry too many times, otherwise it would make their already weak hearts even more painful.

However, the completion of the Corridor of the Dead means...

"Mr. Camby Nash, are you leaving?"

Latis landed on the ground and asked, as if it were expected.

“Yes, Your Majesty Titania,” Cambinash said, bowing. “I have already entrusted Miss Kurosawa with the maintenance of the Corridor of the Dead. With the blessing of the Wizard God’s power, she is much more adept at handling alchemy-related matters than I am. You need not worry.”

Latis glanced at Yashutia, who had a bright and cheerful expression, beside him, patted her head with amusement, and continued to ask:

"Now that we have established a friendly relationship, would the Witch God like me to pay him a visit?"

“No need, Your Majesty.” Cambynash shook his head, took a piece of dead wood with a face carved into it from his pocket, and handed it to Latis, saying:

"This is a token of the Witch God Society. You can keep it safe. If the Witch God Society makes any moves, it will change. At that time, Miss Kurosawa can use her divination abilities to predict it."

"I see." Latis took the withered wood and examined it, intending to place it on the church's display stand later. After thinking for a moment, he asked with some curiosity:

"Lord Cambinash, how will you return? There must be quite a few dangers on the way to the Southeast Continent, right?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I can simply dissolve my avatar and return to the Life Box. I will be reborn naturally after some time."

Camby Nash smiled and said, brushing aside her long, straw-like hair, pressing her fingers against her heart, and then whispering:

"Your Majesty, please accept this final gift from the Witch God Society. Farewell."

After saying that, she closed her eyes, and her pale face slowly melted away, dissipating like a wisp of cool steam. Within that withered body, the long-dormant heartbeat suddenly resonated twice with the distant casket of fate. Latis's vision went dark, and when he regained his sight, all that remained on the ground was a pale mask.

He picked up the mask, projected his consciousness onto it, and after a moment, he learned the mask's purpose.

This is an anti-divination mask. Once worn, it makes it difficult for others to remember reliable personal characteristics of the person; they can only remember external features such as clothing and accessories.

Latis's eyes lit up. This was indeed a very useful thing for him. He hadn't expected that the Witch God had even foreseen this.

Looking at it this way, it's clear that the Witch God really invested a lot in him.

He stroked his chin, thinking about the past conflicts between the sorcerer god and the goddess, and felt it was necessary to re-examine his relationship with the goddess.

There was nothing he could do; the sorcerer god had given him far too much. The goddess couldn't possibly stop him from going to a god who was even richer, could she?

Of course, his favorite deity was his own God of Gold Coins, which was his unwavering faith.

Chapter 358 The Broker's Lady's Starlight

"Madam Broker, your business seems to be doing so poorly lately? How about you... pull some strings with me?"

The voice from the platform slowly brought the broker back from her reverie. She looked up, glanced around at her team members, then at the mischievous Black Money Captain on the platform. She adjusted her black veil and chuckled in a voice as warm and sweet as milk:

"My lord Black Money, there's no need to be impatient... What's wrong with letting this humble woman presumptuously run around outside for a while longer? Hehe... Flowers also need to experience wind and rain to know the beauty of sunshine, don't they?"

Although it was a refusal, Black Money's expression softened considerably. He slightly suppressed the fervor in his eyes, nodded, laughed heartily, glanced at his team members, and shouted:

"The broker is right. Our team's responsibilities are not easy, so everyone needs to have her spirit and follow her example! Haha, that's all for today's meeting, meeting adjourned!"

The members of the Black Money Squad looked at each other for a moment, then slowly dispersed.

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Half an hour later, the broker returned to her cabin.

As a woman living alone near the swamp, she was often called a witch by the unruly children from the nearby villages when she was young, perhaps just because her clothes and appearance were somewhat similar to those of the legendary wizards. However, this unfounded rumor subjected her to criticism for a long time.

She only found peace after the nearby villages were forced to relocate due to famine caused by weather disasters. Later, a group of Black Hat members passed by and kidnapped her to join the Black Hat organization, which is when she began to come into contact with the outside world.

However, she did not dislike her life experiences. Perhaps the pressure of rumors and gossip and the trading of goods in the village market gave her a sense of accomplishment. In any case, even in the Black Hat organization, she could find a way to live her life.

But the corrupt captain made the middleman very unhappy.

Even if the mischievous kids talked badly about her behind her back, the adults in the village wouldn't stop her from making a living. With access to everyone in the village, persuading them to engage in necessary trade was just a matter of persuasion.

Now, although she has been given the special title of "Middleman Lady" because she needs to communicate with various forces, many important channels have been controlled by Captain Black Money. These include certain recommendation letters, admission tickets, and invitations. Without these, she cannot even meet the leaders of the forces she needs to negotiate with, let alone complete a deal through her shrewd conversation.

Therefore, the broker has not met her KPIs for a long time. If this continues, she may really only be able to send people to the brothel of the black money captain.

"Damn it..."

The broker removed the gauze sleeve from her forearm and threw it on the table along with her hat. Then she sighed and slumped down on the chaise lounge by the window.

Without taking off her exquisite strappy shoes, she stretched out her legs and used the hard heels to push open the window, then crossed her legs and rested them on the window frame.

The decaying, damp wind from the nearby swamp blew in through the window, making her silk trousers flutter and outlining her slender, long legs as the fabric swayed.

The middleman took out the hotel address card that the black money captain had secretly slipped to her from her pocket, glanced at it between her index and middle fingers, and then flung it out the window, giving the flying card a middle finger.

However, she quickly sighed.

If things continue like this, she may have no choice but to become a servant. The Black Hat organization is not like the small village she used to be, where she could come and go as she pleased. Even if she can't find a way out, she will have no choice but to grit her teeth and continue.

Now that things have come to this, she can only try to find a breakthrough. Although she has contact with business forces from various countries, she still doesn't have any irreplaceable scarcity. Unless she can find a business and take the lead in that business, she won't be able to make the Black Money Captain have any concerns.

For example, the "Bloodline Awakening Potion" of the Andora bloodline warriors, or the "Divine Power Fragments" of Yanium, but why would anyone sell such valuable items to her? As a middleman who doesn't produce goods herself, she has no unique bargaining chips other than acting as an agent for sales.

Thinking about this, the broker's head started to ache.

"Forget it, I'll go visit those greedy, unscrupulous merchants in Janium again... It's autumn and winter, let's see if they need any of Senhai Territory's premium grains..."

She hooked her toes onto the window, sat up, and began to channel the magic within her.

As a rare commodity merchant, the Broker Lady had heard of all sorts of magical items on the continent of Atlantis, and in the process of tinkering with rare commodities, she also acquired a very useful item: "Meteorite Fragment".

This is a magical object from the starry sky. It is said to have once been a wandering true name, which disintegrated and turned into crystal-clear fragments.

After studying the "meteorite fragments," the broker discovered that there was a strange resonance between the fragments, and that they could form an entangled connection even when they were hundreds or thousands of kilometers apart.

She even conducted an experiment, during which she could still clearly perceive the mutual resonance between the "meteorite fragments" during spatial teleportation.