Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

The city will never again have the pedantic aristocrats who exploit and squeeze it, and it will never allow such a thing to happen a second time.

At the same time, the city will re-establish a new Aeolian statue.

Loyal believers will send praises to the wind god at dawn and dusk every day.

Although it may be the mysterious rock god who deserves more credit.

But they can turn to Fengshen to give this gratitude to the even greater Rock God.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Just as Qin was planning how to build the city bit by bit, the silent scorched earth seemed to be revived and vibrated violently.

"What's going on, is there going to be another disaster?"

"God of the wind, how much more torture do we have to go through?"

"Oh my God, please protect my child from this earthquake."

The crowd was in a panic, but they did not flee in all directions.

Because they are exhausted, and a disaster really happens, they can't escape.

Without the protection of the gods, they would have died in the previous fire.

They looked at their former hometown numbly, recalling the prosperity of the past.

Although prosperous, that prosperity belongs only to the nobles.

Civilians have nothing.

There is only endless work, and endless oppression.

Now that their hometown has disappeared, they find that they don't feel much sadness, but they still feel very happy.

The aristocrats lost their wealth and couldn't control their dogs to defend their wealth.

But they, who have nothing at all, can hang up those nobles who have nothing, and then hang them on the street lamps!

Is this revenge?

This must be revenge, the wrath of a people who have been oppressed for decades.

They can't hide, and they can't hide.

Let these nobles burn with Paris.

At this moment, something beyond everyone's imagination happened.

On the shaking ground, a towering and majestic city wall rose from the ground.

A city that may take hundreds of years to build, under the watchful eye of many.

In the form of a miracle, it is presented in front of everyone.

Chapter 250 Three Night Breeze Follows You

After Shirtel joined the team, Mo Yu and his party were not in a hurry to return to Chaldea.

The post-disaster reconstruction work is crucial, after all, a city was accidentally destroyed.

People can't help but feel helpless to see what you are guarding.

He can probably understand what it feels like to be stepped on by Ultraman Gaia on the concrete road.

No matter how strong the building is, it is not worth mentioning for a strong man like Surut who can burn the surface.

Even in such small fights as the Holy Grail War, even the Noble Phantasm of the Servants can easily turn the city of the 21st century into ruins.

Human architecture is still a bit worse.

Although Mo Yu can use his divine power to strengthen buildings to the extent of resisting conventional A-level treasures, it is impossible for him to strengthen all cities on the earth.

This step requires the use of human technology to break through...

Or, use extraterrestrial technology.

The Atlantis machine-god civilization in the Atlantic Lost Belt is taking a purely mechanical ascension route.

Mo Yu has always kept this fleet in his heart, which is a remnant of a god-level civilization like a fallen empire among the stars.

However, the gap between Greek technology and current human technology is like an insurmountable gap. Even if Greek technology is obtained and distributed to human society, it may not be able to truly integrate within hundreds of years.

After all, the Mechanism of Atlantis is a god-level civilization capable of building star-level spaceships like Chaos.

As long as there were survivors of this civilization in the Chaos fleet, it is impossible for the earth today to be dominated by humans.

With the help of Tomoyu, the rebuilt city of Paris quickly became prosperous again.

The old nobles were basically killed and injured in this apocalypse. Except for the Gurnhild family and Yula, the remnant of the old nobles, the rest of the nobles died in the flames of Joan of Arc.

In order to commemorate this day of destruction and rebirth, people gave the rebuilt city of Paris a new name.

Mond City

Qin revised the new bill on behalf of the West Wind Knights. The West Wind Knights no longer enjoy any privileges, completely eradicating the possibility of the revival of the old nobles.

Freedom without class is real freedom.

When the Aeolian statue was erected again, a week-long celebration was held in the city of Mond.

Correspondingly, after the news of the demise of the old nobles in Paris spread throughout Europe, some count nobles in remote areas wanted to escape overnight with their family property desires, but they were stopped by local villagers halfway, arrested and tied up and paraded on the street.

There are also some nobles who survived because of their mild management methods.

In Domremy Village, unlike other towns that held celebrations, this small village was as calm as ever.

After all, 50 years ago, there were no nobles in this village in the true sense.

Without nobles, naturally they would not be sucked blood.

All villagers rely on their own labor to obtain their due income, except for necessary taxes.

Of course, when it was learned that the Fengshen and the Four Winds Guardians had reappeared, the whole village still held an extremely lively dinner.

In the evening, under the fairy tree outside the village,

The bard on the tree plays an elegant and soothing tune, which makes people can't help but listen to the wind in the sky along with the tune.

Not far from under the tree, Lao Mo's barbecue stall opened grandly.

Relying on the skill that can make the supreme god really fragrant, Mo ** can be regarded as maintaining the situation where four women are present at the same time.

Ishtar ate the mushrooms that Mo Yu had just baked happily, while observing Mo Yu's grilling technique sideways, asking questions like a curious baby.

Although she knew it before, it didn't prevent her from sticking to Mo Yu and asking again.

Joan of Arc, who was squatting on the edge of the grill and staring at the flame boredly, saw that the fire was a little small, and stretched out her hand to light it up, but was hurriedly stopped by Olga Marie, who had just returned with firewood.

"Are you going to burn it all into carbon? Don't make any trouble."

Joan of Arc who was stopped gave Olga a white look, and proudly said:

"Don't underestimate me, little sister, in the past 50 years, my control over flames has reached the point of perfection."

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers heroically, and the fire of the grill was a little higher, giving the beef skewers a beautiful burnt brown.

Although Olga Marie doesn't know how to cook, it doesn't hinder her insight into food.

We all know that steaks are generally not eaten well-done, because the taste of well-done steaks is quite bad, chewing like firewood.

But this well-done steak is different. The crispy shell perfectly locks the delicious gravy inside, and at the same time, it actually achieves the effect of slow cooking at low temperature.

Fully cooked but still tender.

"It was a great help, Jeanne."

Seeing the perfect Maillard reaction, Mo Yu couldn't help being surprised.

Joan of Arc seems to have studied cooking for 50 years.

"Have you learned?"

Joan of Arc, who was praised, seemed to have received a gold medal from the Royal Order, and proudly puffed up her chest, which was superior to all heroes.

Although both Joan of Arc and Olga Marie's breasts are not small, but if you really want to compare, Joan of Arc is better.

Damn, no matter from which aspect it seems to have lost.

Olga Marie, who was being ridiculed by Joan's age, felt very uncomfortable.

Leaving aside Ishtar and Enli, Joan of Arc is logically younger than her.

After all, Joan was only 17 when she died.

but!

Add to that 50 years... Olga Marie is the youngest of them all in the blink of an eye.

This gave her the urge to vomit blood.

At this time, Mo Yu handed the meat skewers sprinkled with seasonings to the two of them.

"You two come and have a taste."

"Oh, thanks."

Smelling the strong aroma near her mouth, the resentment in Olga Marie's heart was reduced by half.

She tore off a piece of meat fiercely, biting hard, as if she was biting Mo Yu.

On the side, Mo Yu saw it and heaved a sigh of relief.

Although delicious food can effectively avoid conflicts, you can’t just barbecue hot pot crayfish every day.

Poisoning late at night is a crime worse than human evil!

"Where's Enli?"

At this moment, he raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see Enli.

Strange, usually if he barbecues, Enli will always squat beside him expectantly and patiently wait for the feeding.

Unlike Joan of Arc, who has mastered fire control for 50 years, after she has tried countless times, Mo Yu is sure that Enli should have inherited the gene of Ti Ma.

Although it’s not enough to fry the kitchen, every time I cook, when I see the signs of burnt dishes in the pot, I control the breeze around me, and the result is to blow the fire even bigger, directly burning the dishes that might have been rescued. Into a puddle of scorched black indescribable objects.