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November 1552, dawn.

The happiness index of the civilians at dawn continued to rise, but the feeling of impending storm among the extraordinary people became more and more obvious.

And it is also this point in time.

The players' world league has started on a small island in the sea. This league will last for thirty days. After all, although there are only three servers, there are more than three countries.

Moreover, the number of players in this game exceeds that of all games in history. There are many people who sign up enthusiastically, and even after screening, the number of players participating in the competition on each server exceeds three thousand.

It also takes some time to create various venues and a relatively fair combat environment.

If the wizard and alchemist are given enough time, or if the players of the Dawnbreak and Star Federations use XY transformations, it will be very unfair.

So one month is definitely not a lot of time.

Various live broadcasts even paid attention to the NPC forces of Dawn and Star.

As for the sun, it is still recovering.

What Charles did was too big. None of the border towns over there survived. It would take more than one or two years to restore them to their peak, so they had no time to pay attention to the players.

Of course, the players’ issues are not that big of a deal.

The NPCs just watch for fun, occasionally marveling at the player's immortality and the fantastic battle scenes.

The incident passed quickly.

It's December.

It was both surprising and not surprising that the Sun's number one player, the Envoy of God Entoma, won the final championship.

This profession is very powerful, the messenger of God, that is the power of God.

Although there is no god now, she has a panel, and as long as the medium is sufficient, she can burst out the power of the lower gold level.

Among the players, except Wei Lu, the time-space assassin, and Unos who drives the battleship, no one can kill her when she is fully focused.

And time came to 1553 in a calm and depressing atmosphere.

In January, ordinary people also began to feel the mysterious oppression.

It's like a collective warning at the level of fate, just like the small animals will always feel uneasy before an earthquake. Fortune tellers are very popular this month.

But almost all fortune tellers see a bleak future.

They could not foresee the appearance of God, but they could see the coming of disaster.

The Internet began to be controlled.

However, the materials transported to the sky city continued to flow in and increase in quantity.

capital.

Piaomiao Temple.

hum~

Ripples in space rise.

An elf, playing with coins in his hand, walked out with brisk steps.

She took a deep breath, stretched herself and walked out.

Irene has matured a lot. The flow rate of the heavens is different, or in other words, the flow rate of the world is different.

Only top-level planes, such as Hell and Abyss, can be synchronized with the Shia timeline.

These planes are already capable of giving birth to gods, and their time is synchronized with the entire void.

The time rules of other worlds are not so perfect, so they form their own systems. When they are completely perfected, that world will develop to a certain limit. At that time, they will also be linked to the timeline of the void and finally synchronized with Xia.

Therefore, although Irene is not yet a full adult in Dawn's documents, her body and soul are already that of an adult elf.

"What are you doing back here?"

A calm voice sounded, and Romen stared at Irene coldly at the door. The strong sense of oppression made people feel uncomfortable.

“Looking for capitalists.”

Irene said with a smile and tried to slip past Roman.

But it was blocked by Roman's breath.

Luo Men said calmly: "You are only a fifth-level legend. There is no point in coming back. You can't change anything."

"Who said I'm going to change anything?" Irene was a little surprised. She shook the space ring on her finger and said, "I owe the capitalists tens of millions. Now that I have money, shouldn't I pay them back first? I am an honest elf."

Luo Men looked at her calmly, his tone a little softer: "Didn't I tell you all this? Legends can't change anything. You are the ones who are helping Dawn by being outside. What if..."

He paused for a moment and said coldly, "Even if we all die, you will still be the seeds of order."

"Oh, you're so annoying. Get out of the way or I'll beat you up." Irene said as she pushed Romen away and continued to walk out briskly.

"If we can stop it, your presence won't matter much. If we can't, you will die."

Irene didn't stop, waved her hand, and walked towards the teleportation array.

hum~

Not long after she left, the ethereal disc lit up again, and an expressionless young man walked out.

With that extremely reserved outfit, it was hard to imagine that he was a guy who would duel with White Plague for Diane.

He glanced at Roman and walked out calmly.

When Luo Men wanted to say something, he said coldly: "My home is here."

"Your home is in you. If you are there, For will be there."

Listening to Luo Men's words, Guan Xin raised his head slightly, with a hint of wantonness on his face: "Now For, I have the final say. If I say it's here, it's here."

Roman looked back in silence.

"No more."

The recklessness on Guan Xin's face became more and more obvious: "I can beat Baker from behind, and I can also keep him outside at this time. As for Yuan Ming, she is indeed strong, but we were comrades before that idiot Baker was sealed."

Roman turned and left, walking towards the Sword Master's residence.

The recklessness on Guan Xin's face gradually disappeared. He looked towards the east and murmured, "You let me hide outside and let that guy take the limelight, right? How is that possible? I'm no worse than anyone else!"

After Romen walked into the Sword Saint's mansion, he felt the incredibly rich elemental power and looked at the old man who was wrapped in the elements of life.

Finally he smiled, a rare moment.

"teacher."

“The younger generation we train”

"not bad."

-

Tobu City.

Irene looked around curiously, everything here seemed unfamiliar to her.

Just when I was about to follow the example of the person next to me and summon an F-series robot to take a look, I was pulled up into the air by a force.

"Eh?"

Irene turned around and immediately saw a beautiful figure. She shouted in surprise: "Luoning? What's wrong with you?"

She said this with a somewhat hesitant and complicated tone. She looked at Luo Ning's, then lowered her head to look at her own: "Has it grown so big?"

Luo Ning blushed slightly: "What are you talking about? Sister Irene is still so out of tune."

Irene chuckled: "Isn't this surprising? I still remember that the capitalists looked down on us at the beginning, but now only you are taller."

"Are you still concerned about this?" Luo Ning was a little embarrassed: "Hey, let's not talk about this, let's talk about you first, why are you back?"

"What? Not welcome?"

"No, it's just that, didn't the parliament tell you not to come back?" Luo Ning said with a sigh: "Sorry, there are too many gods, I can't see a fixed future."

Irene was silent for a moment, then shook the gold coin of destiny in her hand: "Look, it was you who gave it to me. How can I leave you here alone?"

Luo Ning lowered his head, thought for a moment, then stepped forward and held Irene's hand. Fate moved the space, and the two appeared in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion. It was still filled with birdsong and flowers, and full of the breath of nature.

With the help of the spirit gathering array, the spiritual energy here is very rich, and some natural elements can even form flames and water flows like the Sword Saint's Mansion.

"Wow, this element! If I had practiced here before, wouldn't my level have increased rapidly?" Irene exclaimed as she looked around.

Luo Ning pulled Irene into the range of the Tree of Life. The life elements here were also very rich, and even taking a breath gave one a feeling of being cleansed.

Luo Ning asked Irene to sit opposite her.

Her expression and tone were very serious: "Sister Irene, I see a lot of future, really a lot."

Irene was a little helpless: "I know, there's no point in saying this. I'm back now, there's no way I'm leaving."

"No, just listen to me first."

Luo Ning looked up at the sky. There was no heavy snow in the Sky City, but the winter sun was not scorching, giving people a warm feeling.

"In 70% of these futures, there will be no winner, the gods will fall, and Shia will collapse."

She thought about the powerful being who was like a god or devil, and looked at Luo Ning: "But the remaining 30%, 20% is the god's victory, and the order collapses."

"That means we only have a 10% chance of winning."

"These."

"What are you talking about?" Irene interrupted Luo Ning's chattering, stood up forcefully, grabbed Luo Ning's hand, and walked out: "Let's go, let's go play games. Let me see if these games have been updated during the time I was away."

"Eh? What I mean is that in the future, the legendary combat power will be no different from those big guys in the city defense mechas. It's better to preserve the strength outside."

"It's no use saying anything. Let's go. I don't want to hear it. Where are the capitalists?"

"Alas, retreat"

"That's a shame. I wanted to pay him back." Irene smacked her lips and asked curiously, "Don't sigh. What's going on between you and the capitalist? According to my guess, you should have been taken down. Why are you still a virgin?"

"Ahhh what did you say? Let me go."

"What's the big deal? You're almost thirty, why are you still acting like thirteen? Go talk to your sister."

"you"

Irene still stayed in Dawn. Bonds are not something that can be cut off just like that.

It's February again.

Xia's barrier has already appeared, especially in the Sky City. As long as you look up, you can see those eyes that are peeking out from the outside world.

They are watching Xia.

Fortunately, these prying eyes are invisible to ordinary people, and even low-level extraordinary people cannot get visual feedback.

After all, not everyone is qualified to see God, even if there is a barrier between the worlds.

That is not something that mortals can see.

The gold-level extraordinary people had long guessed that something big was going to happen, and with the full support of the Federation, they practiced even more diligently.

Of course, there are also some extraordinary people who look at the sky in despair and indulge in eating, drinking and having fun. The Federation will not care about these people.

Hope is reserved for those who are mentally strong. The weak will have all their supplies taken away, leaving them to fend for themselves in their indulgence.