My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Chapter 202 201. The truth of that year
"no need."

Su Hong did not sit down. He looked around the office and asked, "How has the situation been these days?"

Su Hong didn't sit down, and Yang Minyi didn't dare to sit down either. He pulled out a drawer and handed the meeting records of the past few days to Su Hong.

"During these three days, a total of six undead forces came to negotiate with me in the name of reminiscing about the past. They were very cautious and were only testing the attitude of the Knights Templar."

"I appeased them according to your plan, saying that the Knights Templar would not sit idly by and watch the Alliance persecute them."

"However, as the Alliance Intelligence Organization's investigation intensifies, they will soon become restless. By then, the Knights Templar will take back some of the power of these undead forces in the name of protection, which can be regarded as indirectly helping the Alliance to control these undead forces."

Su Hong nodded, "Well, these undead forces control most of the undead power and are still worth using. It is not the time to settle accounts at this stage. What is more important now is to find out the mysterious force behind them."

Speaking of the mysterious force, Yang Minyi said solemnly: "Where on earth did these doomsday believers come from? They actually possess such a huge amount of energy."

"If their plan to infiltrate the undead forces succeeds, I'm afraid the Alliance will be destroyed in the civil war before being defeated by Doomsday."

Su Hong glanced at him and said, "These are not simple doomsday believers. They are related to the history of disasters."

Yang Minyi was shocked when he heard this. He wanted to continue asking, but Su Hong changed the subject and asked, "Where is the head of the Protz family?"

For the time being, the alliance cannot reveal too much information about the cult, so as not to alert the enemy and cause changes in reality that he cannot handle.

In reality, it is always right to be cautious. The god that the cult believes in is not that simple. With his current strength and the information he has, he cannot eradicate the cult completely.

Yang Minyi was disappointed when he failed to get more information from Su Hong. But he soon returned to normal. He said seriously, "I arranged for him to stay in a nursing home with several teachers. Since you are here, I will invite Senior Li to come out."

Yang Minyi bowed to Su Hong and strode out of the office.

When Su Hong was the only one left in the office, he picked up Yang Minyi's meeting records and glanced at them.

The names of the visitors' forces in the meeting records looked familiar to him. As he expected, they were all the forces that betrayed the alliance and joined the cult in the simulated future.

"Heh...are you feeling guilty?"

Because of the cult, he will not take action against these undead forces for the time being, but that doesn't mean he will let them go.

After seeing the luxury and evil of the Elk Mansion in the shelter, he no longer had any sympathy for these guys.

Next, the Alliance and the Knights Templar will cooperate with each other, play the good cop and the bad cop, and gradually divide the power they control, bringing the control of the sanctuary back into the hands of the Alliance.

"Don't worry, after the cult falls, none of you will be able to escape."

Su Hong whispered something, then sat down on the chair and waited.

More than ten minutes passed slowly, and there was a knock on the office door. Yang Minyi opened the door and walked in pushing Li Jinjin in a wheelchair.

The old man looked up blankly, and when he saw the knight in front of him wrapped in cold armor, his expression changed. His face, as thin as a skeleton, pulled his chin and said:

"Knight Scott, your name has spread throughout the alliance. I am an old man with limited mobility, so please forgive my impoliteness."

After saying this, he struggled to stand up and wanted to salute Su Hong.

Su Hong sat on the chair, resting his arms on the armrests, crossing his fingers, and said calmly: "Mr. Li, there is no need to salute. I am not a person who likes to talk nonsense. You know why I am here."

Hearing this, Li Jinjin sighed and sat down obediently. Yang Minyi pushed the old man to the desk, and he left the office, preparing to close the door.

"Two seniors, I'll go guard the door."

The door closed, and the office became a completely enclosed space. The atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

The old man moved his Adam's apple, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he spoke in a vicissitudes of life voice, "Master Scott, I am guilty."

Su Hong hummed and didn't respond.

Li Jinjin glanced at him, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The family has been colluding with the cult for more than ten years. They have infiltrated the entire Protz family. In fact, I can no longer control the family."

"There is one thing I'm curious about." Su Hong stared at him, "What is the charm of the cult that makes so many undead forces work for it?"

"Strength and longevity." Li Jinjin gave the answer.

He coughed a few times, using all his strength to fill his lungs, and said, "They found me more than 20 years ago... and wanted to cooperate with the family on the grounds of extending life, but I was afraid... cough cough, afraid of their identity as doomsday believers, so I didn't agree to cooperate."

"Until... I got a serious illness, had my kidneys and stomach removed, and lay in bed, feeling that death was getting closer to me every day."

"I thought I had lived long enough to be able to face death calmly, but I overestimated myself."

The old man's voice became even deeper. "A few days before the premonition of death came, I agreed to their request for cooperation and accepted the potion of disaster."

"What medicine?" Su Hong asked.

"They call it the Fuling Potion, ahem... a potion that was originally used to increase the level of disasters, but it has the ability to replenish the power of disasters and delay death."

Su Hong was stunned. He didn't expect that the Fuling potion had such ability. It seemed that he underestimated the value of this potion.

“From then on, the true colors of the sect began to show,” the old man recalled.

"They infiltrated the family, used potions to control all the first generation of undead, and began to preach to the younger family members."

"But with the supervision of the alliance, the sect doesn't dare to act too recklessly. After so many years, it has only developed three believers."

"Now the control of the family is no longer in my hands... If you hadn't intimidated the cult, perhaps a useless old man like me would have died in their hands."

After listening to this, Su Hong asked the question in his heart, "They could have kept you in the shelter, why would they rather expose you and kill you?"

"Ahem... I, an old man, am worthless. What they are afraid of is my grandson Li Jian."

"After the birth of the Firebringer, the situation within the family changed dramatically. I secretly passed power to Li Jian, wanting him to take the helm of the Protz family."

"Maybe they discovered my intention, or maybe..."

He paused for a moment, and with his trembling right hand he took out a piece of black sword blade fragment.

"I stole this fragment when I was working at an antique shop. It is said to be a holy relic left behind by a legendary paladin. It may be the target of those believers."

"Soul Song Broken Blade." Su Hong took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)