Make Comora Great Again

"Did Little Bob use that ancient artifact, or did that thing control Little Bob?"

After asking that question, everything became clear.

A sense of dread immediately arose in my heart.

Before this, whether it was Kang De, Horus, Kang Jinzhu, or even the king, everyone had fallen into a misconception, a kind of habitual thinking.

They always considered Little Bob the biggest enemy.

He was the mercenary leader who led the army to conquer Comora, and the villainous bandit who kidnapped Kang De's father. From the perspective of three generations of the Kang Family, this bastard was undoubtedly the boss of this instance.

This France obtained the treasures from the king's tomb, manipulated people's hearts, and used them to do evil, harming civilians without any bottom line. He has a twisted mentality and is a villain who must be defeated and killed. As long as he is dealt with, at least half of the problems facing Comora will be solved—that's what everyone thinks.

But they overlooked another possibility.

If it weren't for Little Bob using that Comora relic to wreak havoc...

What if that treasure possessed its own sentience and thoughts?

What if Little Bob Buruo., like the Gambia soldiers, France mercenaries, and even the Comora civilians, was just one of the many people controlled by it?

The thought sent a shiver down Kang De's spine.

What does this mean?

He murmured, "In other words..."

In other words, it wasn't Little Bob. who possessed the Comora relic.

Instead, it's that treasure that can control people's minds, temporarily using Little Bob as its host.

The difference between the two is that the latter can be taken over by someone else at any time...

In this way, many things can be explained clearly.

For example, why would Little Bob so ruthlessly target ordinary people in Moyani, leaving the Buruo Family and the France government humiliated and even on the verge of danger?

But if that's the case, many new questions will arise.

He suddenly looked up and realized how cold the night wind was.

Calm down, calm down, he pinched the bridge of his nose, deep in thought.

If the entire day's battle was driven by this strange royal artifact, then what was the opponent's objective? If it truly possessed sentience, what was the point of its continued struggle in the Comora?

Things certainly get more complicated when your enemy could potentially transform from an evil and tyrannical mercenary leader into a non-human ghost or spirit.

Yes, they are still enemies.

The other party might be a spirit of an artifact; this concept is common in fantasy novels.

It's also possible that a character from hundreds of years ago possessed the body for various reasons; this kind of setting is common in fantasy novels.

But clearly, if this conjecture is correct, then it was this entity that controlled Little Bob to issue the orders, manipulated the Moyani massacre, and commanded mercenaries and the Gambia army to attack Moyani and create chaos.

Judging solely from this behavior and its consequences, this "spirit" has no mercy and does not follow the established moral system or public order and good customs. Therefore, it can control humans to commit acts of killing at will. Such behavior will inevitably not be recognized by humans. Whether it is a spirit from hundreds of years ago or a spirit born from the artifact, it is bound to be Kang De's enemy, and eliminating it is the best choice.

This is the principle of "those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts".

This statement isn't about mindless xenophobia; how can you be friends if your moral values are different?

Most importantly, Kang De needed to figure out what it was trying to do.

"The information is unclear, the motive is unclear, and we have no idea what it is..."

Kang De, holding the phone, spoke in a deep voice, as if talking to himself, but also to Horus: "Let's deduce from recent events. We initially thought that after blowing up the plane and killing Little Bob, the mind control was broken because we killed the caster and destroyed the Comora artifact."

"Now it seems that this is not the case."

"Little Bob was just a scapegoat. All it needed to do was sever the mind control link itself when Little Bob died to create this effect..."

"If that's the case... what was its purpose in doing so?"

Iron Son replied, "He faked his death to lower our guard."

"Yes," Kang De said, "This diversionary tactic, designed to lower our guard, has only two possible purposes: first, it wants to escape; second, it has other plans."

"If it wanted to escape, it had far too many opportunities. It could have easily controlled an ordinary henchman and had him take it away. It could even have left openly right now without making such a big fuss or pulling off this elaborate deception."

Kang De said in a deep voice, "Therefore we can be 100% certain that it still harbors hostility and conspiracies."

Iron Son said, "But we don't know where it is."

"Yes, that's the crux of the matter."

Kang De sighed. "When we were at the king's tomb, you said you could feel something calling to you—it couldn't be that thing, could it?"

"I don't know, Father. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I can only sense a familiar call from the tomb, but by then, that treasure should have already been moved to Moyani."

Iron Son said, "In Moyani, I didn't have any special feelings. I reviewed the remaining surveillance footage in the afternoon and evening and saw that Little Bob placed the treasure in a highly protected lead box. Perhaps the heavy metal blocked my senses, or perhaps what was calling me wasn't that thing..."

After a brief discussion, it was found that Iron Son's perception was strange and did not show any obvious signs of sensing the Comora treasure. Moreover, even if it did, the range was very limited, so it could not be used as a search radar and could only be considered a passive sensing detector.

It's not easy to proactively determine the other party's location using Iron Son.

"I was thinking of taking you to the crash site to search around, but now it seems..."

Kang De's tone grew increasingly anxious.

I thought that Little Bob was dealt with, things in Comora would be over.

But the trouble still persisted.

The enemy appears to have disappeared into the shadows.

Moreover, we don't know its motives or demands, or what it wants.

There is simply no way to determine its behavior patterns and thought processes.

"What's unearthed from the king's tomb is either a sycophant of the ancient kings of the Comora or the ancestors of the Comora People. Judging from the usual experience in novels, such ancient relics have only two demands: first, to rule the world; second, to make the Comora great again."

Kang De pinched his brow and muttered to himself, "What exactly is it trying to do?"

"... Father."

"Um?"

"You're mistaken. According to the usual practice in novels, there's a third reason behind it."

"What?"

Horus said, "A real body."

"Oh, that makes sense. I forgot... wait a minute." Kang De realized something was wrong. "According to the usual practice with novels—how did you know? What were you reading?"

Iron Son said nonchalantly, "Father, is this the time to talk about this?"

"..."

Kang De took out another phone and called the king. The situation had been urgent, and besides, he hadn't taken that damned Comora artifact seriously, so he hadn't asked the king about the details of the relic. Earthlings might be extremely curious about such things, but Kang De had seen a lot and wasn't particularly concerned about such "magical items" that could control minds.

Now it's time to ask.

The phone rang twice before being answered, "Hey? Bro? Is it all sorted out? What's up?"

Kang De could hear other people's voices on the phone, as well as the sound of the wind and footsteps.

He asked, "Are you outside?"

The King replied, "Yes, the France have agreed in principle to lay down their arms and surrender. I and the France ambassador are going to meet with the commander of the Foreign Legion Comora Task Force. I..."

Kang De's heart pounded, and a sudden feeling of unease rose within him.

At the same time, Horus cried out, "Father!"

The spirits in the king's tomb have three requests: first, to rule the world; second, to make Comora great again; and third, to have a real, flesh-and-blood body.

Kang De said, "Where are you now? Answer me calmly."

The king paused for a moment, then asked calmly, "Is there a problem in the south of the city?"

"Now, immediately, retreat! Order your men to advance and provide support! Search and detain the France! Do not trust anyone who has been in contact with the France before! Listen to me! I'm going right now!"

Kang De immediately hung up the phone, returned to the White Mist World, and traveled into Horus's vehicle.

Iron Son said, "Father!"

Kang De declared resolutely, "Stay here! Don't let your guard down!"

A murderous glint appeared on his face.

After killing Little Bob, all mind control was immediately released. There is no causal relationship between the two, because the mind control was not achieved through Little Bob, who was also one of the controlled puppets. The so-called release of mind control was deliberately done by the cunning spirit to lull Kang De and the others into a false sense of security.

Since it can be resolved, some things that haven't been resolved can also be hidden.

Even as the king said, those Gambia were still committing arson and murder, and it was possible that their mind control had not yet been lifted, continuing to stir up chaos and prompting Kang De to go and quell the unrest...

Then the spirit could go to Moyani and do some things while Kang De was away.

A tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

What a clever plan!

Unfortunately, it knew nothing about true power.

Are you kidding me? I'll go back to the city.

He flew swiftly toward the direction from which the gunshots rang out. It now seemed that some soldiers in the Comora task force had not been freed from mind control, and one of them might be in possession of the Comora artifact, with the cunning artifact spirit hiding within, plotting something.

Its target is most likely the king.

To possess the bodies of future generations and make Comora great again, or something like that.

Such plots have appeared in novels before.

He rushed through the streets of Moyani like a whirlwind, and following the direction indicated by the King, he quickly arrived at the edge of the city, where the lights were bright and several armed SUVs were parked. On one side was the Comora forces led by the King, and on the other side were the France. The two sides were subtly opposed, and the King was chatting with a France.

Kang De descended from the heavens.

When King Chakat saw Kang De, his face lit up with joy. The other foreigners present looked at Kang De with complicated expressions. There was no time to speculate on their thoughts. Before Kang De could even speak, his expression changed.

At that very moment, three soldiers suddenly drew their guns and pointed them at their targets, next to an elderly officer with a white buzz cut.

One pointed at the king, another at the France ambassador, and the last one pointed at his superior.

An air shield deployed, blocking the bullets; a dispelling scroll activated, unleashing ripples that swept across the area.

Kang De shouted sternly, "Don't fire!"

The Russians were in charge of security for the King. For both official and personal reasons, the Russia didn't mind giving the France a good beating. When the Frenchman drew his gun, the well-trained Russia mercenaries immediately raised their weapons to fire. Upon hearing Kang De's command to stop, Dimitri immediately ordered a halt.

The ripples swept across, dispelling the mind control. The soldiers looked startled awake, dumbfounded, not knowing why they had raised their guns, and dropped them on the ground in fright.

King Chakat was startled, but quickly guessed the reason. "What's going on? Has the control not been lifted yet? Has that thing not been destroyed?"

Kang De, his face grim, drew his short sword and stared at the France soldiers present. "Your Majesty, translate for me. All France, hands up, stand in the open. Anyone who has had contact with the France, stand over there too. I will search them. Those who resist will be killed without mercy. Do not harbor any illusions..."

Many mercenaries had indeed made contact with the France, and several mercenaries took the initiative to approach them. However, the France ambassador was somewhat embarrassed, as were the soldiers. But when Kang De pointed his sword, his killing intent was palpable, and his sharp gaze made them realize that this was no joke.

Kang De conducted a swift and thorough search, his Fire Thief spiritual power spreading out to leave no stone unturned, but he could not find the golden sphere his father had described; the cunning spirit of the artifact was not hiding there.

But it is most likely waiting, lurking, and sneering in this city or its surroundings.

He looked at the king. "Please issue a curfew. From now on, no pedestrians are allowed on the streets. All personnel movement in air-raid shelters will be strictly monitored and recorded. I will check them one by one in a moment..."

Then he looked at the France commander. "Contact your people and have them check the headcount. Make sure no one has left without permission. Give me an accurate number, along with their names and photos."

The other side was clearly very angry, but before they could protest, gunshots suddenly rang out from outside the city.

That was the temporary stop for the Foreign Legion Comora Task Force.

Here we go again.

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PS1: Damn it, the website was under maintenance tonight and it crashed. I saw it was supposed to be down until 7 pm, so I thought, "What the hell am I supposed to write? I'll do it when I get up in the morning." But then, after I lay down, it was fixed...