At 8 o'clock in the morning, the home of 15 billion humans in the Bad Fry Continent was like a human ark that had fallen under the end of the world. After the sun sets, it seems that it will never rise again.

Cold, fear, and despair firmly enveloped the sky above every human gathering point. The endless darkness is quietly silently taking away the depths of human hearts, and the only light remaining.

The southwest corner of the Hebrew United Nations on the Bad Fry continent, St. John Petersburg, the capital of the United Nations, which should have been shown in the form of a lighthouse, has completely lost its glory. Several street lights that remained in the turmoil barely illuminated several corners of the city. Under the dim light, the ruined city was filled with smoke and dust. The streets were covered with countless seriously damaged tanks, armored vehicles, and even armed helicopters that were broken into two pieces. The broken limbs of humans who committed evil were scattered around these scrap irons, and the ground was filled with blood stains that were not too late to be cleaned...

And just in the middle of this hell on earth, a pure white magnificent building still stood unscathed, staring silently at this magical world under the protection of the huge barrier.

The huge lawn in front of the Hebrew United Nations Joint Conference building, the grass is still green and verdant.

The automatic watering system is opened at the right time in the morning, spraying an appropriate amount of clear water in the enclosure to accurately maintain every grass representing the face of the country, the expensive life. The lawn is surrounded by the quiet fragrance of grass, making the bloody smell on the road several meters away look like an insignificant drama, showing the stage effect.

"Look, it's a new day, gentlemen."

Behind the building, in a large room behind the lawn, a Hebrew man with gray hair but in his condition seemed to be only thirty or forty years old, looked out the window with a smile and said happily.

In the center of the room, a huge round table occupied nearly half of the room.

At this time, thirteen Hebrew men of different ages had already sat around the round table.

Behind everyone, there was a bodyguard with extraordinary talent.

If there are enthusiasts from the Magic Hunter Union on site, they will definitely recognize that these bodyguards are the worst among the top magic hunters in the world. But in this place, they can only act as the role of blocking bullets for people.

The full name is the Roundtable Office of the Chairman of the Joint Conference of the Hebrew United Nations. For more than 300 years, the old man with a crescent hair and a young face who just spoke is the current rotating president of the Hebrew United Nations, the Prime Minister and Duke of the Duchy of St. Hebrew, the spokesperson of the Hebrew family, one of the thirteen major families of the Hebrew United Nations, the honorary city lord of the Falcon City, and the head of the 13 global red-clothed high priests of the God of Light-

Basharas Hebrew.

Old Heber, who is over 70 years old, is energetic and smiled and retracts his gaze from the window, looking around the room. The spokespersons of the 13 family have all arrived in a rare sight in a century.

Some families even came directly with the patriarch.

Faced with such a card, even though Old Hebrew now holds the most powerful power in the world, he still feels sincerely honored at this moment - this is the true meaning, mastering the power of the entire world!

"Sir Chairman, now that we are all here, we can start voting."

A voice suddenly interrupted the old Hebrew's thoughts. Migo Jodon, who was sitting on the tenth seat of sorting, urged the old Hebrew with a rebellious expression in this slightly slow rhythm.

The old Hebrew was not angry, and smiled gentlemanly and said, "Okay, General Migo."

He turned around and walked to the main seat of the big round table.

Marshall Heber, the seventh master in the world standing beside him, quietly letting him back.

Old Hebrew supported his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and his leisurely pajamas that the host was so embarrassed to wear were hanging down on his body, and said slowly: "Sir, it is a privilege for you to take the time to take your time and make a sacred vote for the future of all mankind and our common great cause. Regarding the resolution on the handling of the Global Magic Hunter Union, we have been put on hold for almost thirty years due to pressure from the East, but today, thanks to the God of Light, we finally have the opportunity to make a choice.

In view of the major management mistakes made by the Global Magic Hunter Union, the credibility and image of the institution have been seriously damaged and it is no longer able to shoulder the important task of representing and maintaining the social order of all mankind. I hereby decide as the leader of the Global Magic Hunter Union as the executive franchise of the Global Magic Hunter Union. The Hebrew United Nations decided to formally withdraw from the Global Magic Hunter Union from today, but all Magic Hunters in the country are still led by the Bad Fry Continental Magic Hunter Union. In addition, the Hebrew United Nations will initiate an initiative to all international countries to dissolve the Global Magic Hunter Union within a specific time. The original functions of the Global Magic Hunter Union will be implemented by the Trade Union of the Mainland.

All of you here are important members of the Hebrew United Nations Demon Hunter Union and the Bad Fry Continental Demon Hunter Union. I sincerely hope that you can get your support in this resolution. Those who agree with this resolution and related initiatives of the Hebrew United Nations, please raise your hands."

After Old Hebrew said that, he raised his right hand first. The people in the room were all very quick, one hand after another, and quickly raised it one by one. When it was Migo Jordan's turn, he was obviously a little unhappy, but he still followed the team.

When everyone in the room raised their hands, Old Hebrew clapped his hands and said happily: "Thank you gentlemen for your generosity, and you passed the vote unanimously. It seems that the next action will be the smoothest time since the founding of the United Nations of Hebrew."

With a slight displeasure, Migo Jotun immediately continued: "It is necessary to be successful. If you dare not agree, you will die almost all these days. The Eastern power in the Global Magic Hunter Union has been eliminated. If it is not smooth, the Magic Hunter Union on the Bad Fry continent will sooner or later become the second Global Magic Hunter Union, full of the ambitions of Oriental people.

At that time, the Demon Hunter Union will become the Oriental Mystic Art Union. I just hope that the Hebrew United Nations Government will not pray to the God of Light again and will have the same chance as this time. Sir, I still have emergency military affairs, see you again when I have time.”

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the conference room with his symbolic bodyguard.

The corners of the old Hebrew's mouth raised slightly, not caring about it.

At his age, he had long known what he was living for. Personal honor and disgrace no longer mattered.
Chapter completed!