The edge of pure land

Late at night, the lights were still on in the private club on the coast. The middle-aged man stood by the window, listening to the sound of the waves, and silently watching the young people playing on the basketball court.

"I guess our letter of challenge has been sent."

Aaron leaned on the sofa and made himself a cup of tea: "If you are sensible, the sacrificial hall should be evacuated from Linhai. When the gods wake up, even the holy high priest will not be able to turn the tide. This is already our city, our territory . The Federation and the Church should understand that there is nothing they can do to save themselves. The only way is to abandon the city."

Raul smiled bitterly and said: "That is the High Priest Lianhua. Regardless of whether the church recognizes it or not, it is their legend. After all, she is a descendant of the Li family and the sister of the second-generation holy monarch. She is absolutely the best in this kind of matter. It is impossible to give in. You and I are only able to achieve our current status by relying on the blessings of gods, so we still need to maintain a sense of awe."

As they said that, they turned to look at the figure by the window.

Ever since the sudden change in the Holy Mountain, Arthur seemed to have become a different person.

In other words, he released his true self.

In the past, Arthur Russell gave people the impression that he was a mediocre and boring old man. He had worked hard for half his life to revitalize his family, knelt down to please the big shots in the church, and often used his connections to work his way up and down the federal system.

In fact, the submissive feeling was all fake. It wasn't until the Corpse Food Cult emerged that he showed some methods and fangs.

But he was soon suppressed again.

And when the city suffered disasters one after another and faced internal and external troubles at the same time, he looked like he was about to burst into pieces and was in constant panic.

It wasn't like I was pretending during that time.

But he was really struggling.

He was worried that the existence of the Creation Race would be exposed, and he was also afraid that he would be punished for the evil things he had done over the years. The tremendous pressure had brought him to the verge of collapse.

After the collapse, Arthur Russell made that decision.

That is rebellion.

"There is no need to be in awe, we are now a group of desperadoes. These years of experience of being tightly controlled like puppets have made me understand one thing. Blind tolerance has no effect. Facing someone like Lianhua Man, even if you grovel and repent and atone for your sins, she will still kill you and wipe you out." Arthur finally spoke slowly.

His voice became hoarse and cold: "We are the creation race, and we have been operating in this city for hundreds of years. We shoulder the important task of resurrecting the gods, and we should have been on top of the world. Until our secrets were revealed I found out that I had become the puppet of those big shots. Since the accident eight years ago, I have prayed hard to return to the City of God, but what about them?"

Aaron sneered: "They don't care whether we live or die."

Raul said quietly: "That's because they need a group of scapegoats. The secret of the Holy Mountain is too huge, and what they do is too shocking, and it will be exposed sooner or later. When those people decided to use Metanzo as a sacrifice to resurrect the gods At that time, they already knew that this day would come. They were too impatient and unwilling to wait from generation to generation, so they had to take this last step."

And when Longque returned to this city, everything was a foregone conclusion.

The Creation Races had only two choices.

Or be pushed out as a scapegoat.

Either take refuge in the Tower of Babel.

In the former case, they will definitely die.

Only Miss Chen can still survive.

The latter, although it sounds crazy, is the best option.

"If we had known this, why did we struggle all those years? When the Tower of Babel first came to us, we should have chosen them. After all, even the reincarnations of gods are theirs. But I didn't expect that that person It turned out to be Long Ling."

"Now that he has become a god, he is no longer a human being. We just need to complete him. Unfortunately, those ancient existences in the Holy Mountain were burned down by fire. If Arthur had not had foresight, We have been secretly transporting out those ancient beings with wisdom over the years, and we may really have no cards to play.”

"Now that the city is under our control, reinforcements from the Federation and the Church cannot enter. Even if the people from the Admiralty come back, they won't be able to make waves."

The living room fell into silence.

Until the door of the room was knocked, Gao Muli, who was wrapped in bandages, stood at the door. There was a strange smile in his slightly hoarse voice: "Have you finished the discussion? I would like to ask about the status of Miss Chen Jing. How? When can the ceremony be prepared? The god is in a very angry state now, and she continues to replenish her authority to support the consumption of the realm."

Arthur turned around silently, stared at him and said, "We don't even know where the gods are now, how can we get Miss Chen Jing to perform the ceremony?"

At present, they can be considered a member of the Tower of Babel.

But it's clear that both parties don't really trust each other yet.

Aaron and Raul turned to look at the lounge next door. Through the transparent gauze curtains, they could vaguely see a slim silhouette sitting in front of the piano. His hands gently brushed the keys, and a gentle melody flowed between his fingers. Just like the thick night outside the window.

"Sorry, I don't know where God is. After all, you also know that that person has escaped from the Holy Mountain. No one can know where God is until he is sure of his location. As for the ritual issue, don't worry. You have all received the gift of the Creation Ceremony, and you should know the mystery of it. If the Creation Ceremony is used in reverse, it is the Rebirth Ceremony."

Gao Muli shook his head and said with a hoarse smile: "This world is God's back garden. As long as believers are willing to offer their piety, God will naturally sense it."

As soon as these words came out, Arthur and the others were speechless.

But at the next moment, the communication equipment was connected, and someone said: "Emergency, there is an abnormal situation at Linhai North Railway Station, and it is suspected that military personnel have returned to the city! At present, Director Charles has led the law enforcement team to the scene and applied for the activation of the third level The coffin of the dead!”

Arthur was silent for a moment: "Permission!"

Raul glanced at him: "Is Charles okay?"

Aaron drank a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Charles is no longer what he used to be, not to mention carrying a third-level coffin of the dead. Even if the people who come back are not ordinary people, those ancient beings will also Help settle everything. Besides, what if something happens? As long as the Realm of God exists for a day, no one can make waves in our hands."

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Lu Fuji was looking at his portrait in a daze.

At two-thirty in the morning, the train station was empty. Only the news was still playing repeatedly on the TV screen. The female reporter reported the casualty list of the holy mountain survey operation with sadness, and his mug shot It's so impressive.

His expression was quite angry.

Not because these people declared him dead without permission.

It's because the portrait taken... isn't handsome enough!

"Wait a minute, by the way, has my funeral been finished? Is there any beautiful female soldier crying in front of my tombstone? No, I have to contact my wife quickly, and I can't let her feel that I am so young. I'm widowed..." He lowered his work hat, adjusted his black work clothes, and pushed the heavy trolley into the exit of the station.

At this moment, he dressed himself as a staff member of the train station. On the trolley was the heavy golden coffin, which was covered with a black cloth.

After taking only two steps, my stomach growled.

He is hungry.

There were many restaurants at the exit, including KFC and McDonald's. Unfortunately, they were all closed, but the feeling of returning to a big city still made him very happy.

Since the Holy Mountain incident, he escaped from the collapsed dimension and walked for three days in the empty Peak City. Then he crossed the Giant Peak Mountains where corpses of White Walkers were everywhere, and successfully survived by relying on the wilderness survival skills he learned in the army. down.

Even if I eat wild game every day, I don’t even have any seasoning.

Life was hard.

On the road, he occasionally met some evolved people who came to explore, and they gave him some delicious food, which made him feel that human nature is still kind.

But there are also those who see him carrying a big coffin alone and want to kill people and steal money. Without exception, they are killed instantly by him. They are just here to deliver help and express delivery in times of need.

Later, he finally left the place of his death and came to a small town on the edge of Linhai City. He just went to the local military headquarters to ask for help. Before he could finish speaking, he was surrounded by a group of fake soldiers. He swept around and a scuffle broke out.

The final result is that the opponent is completely wiped out.

Later, he discovered that as long as he wore this face, there would be people chasing him wherever he went. Sometimes it was the fake army stationed locally, and sometimes it was lurking assassins and agents.

It is obvious that Linjiang City has been controlled by heretics. The list of military sacrifices posted on the street is not actually for the public to see, but a wanted order.

Not only that, this city is also shrouded in a huge domain. If not for this, the reinforcements from the military headquarters would have arrived long ago, and it would be the heretics' turn to cause trouble.

There was no other way, he could only charge and kill all the way.

Kill streak and grab.

It's a pity that these people basically don't carry cash with them. Their deposits are all in online banks, and online payments require password unlocking and facial recognition.

This made him tired and hungry along the way.

The good thing is that his life energy has accumulated to 50% again!

"Well, being promoted too fast is also a kind of trouble. Why do you think I have accumulated half of it for no reason? In two months, won't this be the fourth level? It takes half a year to get promoted to the fourth level. Isn’t it a bit slow?”

While pushing the cart, he said: "Now that I'm by your side, you can't hack me, right? Speaking of which, this dark matter isn't that difficult to deal with. I learned it easily. By the way, you guys Why does the dark matter have no entity? Is it because you don’t want to?”

No one responded in the silent platform.

The gold coffin under the black cloth faintly exudes a strange fragrance.

As he walked around the corner, he suddenly saw a mark on the wall.

At that moment, a smile appeared on his lips.

It was as if he saw pork knuckles and roasted lamb legs waving to him.

This is a secret symbol belonging to the Inquisition. It is obvious that Damon and Rose did not believe that he was dead, so they left messages at major transportation hubs in the city. As long as they follow these symbols, they will definitely find the answer to him. people.

At this moment, a piercing siren sounded in the train station.

The staff who stayed at the station were all running out.

The siren of the law enforcement team sounded outside the station.

"An abnormal situation has been discovered at the North Railway Station. Unrelated people are asked to evacuate quickly! The law enforcement team is about to attack the platform. We will not be responsible for any casualties caused by that time!" That was the voice of Director Charles. Now that the city is under their control, they naturally exposed that So shameless.

If it were two and a half months ago, he would have declared that he would give priority to protecting ordinary people, but now there is no need for him to maintain his previous persona.

"The tiger is not at home, the monkey is the king."

Lu Buer pushed the car and accelerated his pace. Now it seemed that the situation in Linhai City was worse than imagined. Before he could leave the station, his captors had arrived.

A supervisor from the Law Enforcement Bureau passed by him. This person had a strong aura of dark matter, and he had obviously become a reformed heretic.

At that moment, the inspector seemed to smell the mysterious fragrance.

As a result, before the supervisor could speak, a sharp hand knife wrapped with electric arc had already struck him on the back of his neck, and his bones made a crisp sound in an instant.

Lu Fuji grabbed hold of the limp supervisor, stuffed a glass bottle filled with white spheres into his mouth with his backhand, and kicked him into the trash can.

That glass bottle contained the eggs of the face-eating insect.

As long as it feeds on the body of the evolved person, the hatching time can be shortened to two minutes.

"I didn't want to use this kind of anti-human weapon, but there seems to be no bottom line when dealing with traitors." Lu Buer took out the Desert Eagle from his waist, and tied ten loaded bullets around his waist. magazine, and his Yu Lei disappeared.

Since condensing the dark matter body, he no longer carries a soul blade.

Because it's on the elevated top of the train station.

The ghost-like dark matter has opened its wings of thorns.

Electricity flashed in his pupils.

Bang bang!

Gunfire rang out.

The inspectors who entered the station were shot and fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

Director Charles stepped out of the car with a cold face and ordered his men to carry an iron coffin covered with charms. The lid of the coffin seemed to be shaking violently, as if something was about to come out.

"Great being, please enjoy this feast."

Director Charles bowed deeply.

Like the most devout believer.

Hoarse laughter actually sounded from the gloomy iron coffin. I don't know whether it was satisfied with his piety or laughing at his groveling appearance.

"Get ready, attack the platform immediately!"

Director Charles turned around, with a trace of pride and joy in his eyes, and waved his hand: "Anyone who comes out of the Holy Mountain alive will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the glass windows of the train station shattered, and the crystal clear glass shards were like spring water gushing out, shining in the darkness.

Director Charles was stunned.

Because he saw the endless bursts of lightning.

And the one who released the thunder was a terrifying god and demon entwined with thunder and lightning!