Seeing Ji Zijun standing in the street in a daze for a while before turning back home, Ning Xiuyuan smiled and withdrew his gaze.

The red key was the space he opened up in imitation of the blue key.

Similar to his eternal space!

It is just a method of opening it, condensed on the key.

As for what is in the space, it is five extraordinary characteristics.

He believed in JJH's wisdom. What he said to Ji Zijun was both said to her and also said to JJH through her mouth.

He needs the wisdom and resources of a world!

The foundation of the real church is still too thin after all, which will only make coveted people ready to move.

Now, someone has already landed on the Zhongbei Continent!

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"Is this Zhongbei Continent?"

Bishop Byron, who walked down the Crow Suspension Bridge, looked at the world in front of him that was still silent in the afterglow of the curse of the Old God, and his expression was solemn.

Behind him, a group disguised as a merchant, was replacing their luggage and packing their luggage.

"Master Bishop, everyone is all."

Captain, no, it should be said that Deputy Envoy Vern came closer and whispered to report.

Bishop Byron nodded, and a bronze door suddenly emerged from behind him, like a huge mouth in the abyss, swallowing the iron armored ship docked on the shore into his stomach.

"Shit-"

At the same time, amid the sharp neighing sound, a zombie horse rushes out of the bronze door.

They will replace the ironclad ships and become the next means of transportation for the mission.

Bishop Byron turned over the horse, looked at the snow haze that was swaying under the cold wind, took a deep breath, and rode his horse and whipped away.

Seeing this, the delegation members all turned over and followed each other.

Halfway through the mission, Bishop Byron suddenly raised his hand to stop the team.

He turned over and dismounted, bent down and gently swept through the snow, a dead body was frozen, staring at the gray eyes that were dying with eyes closed, and looking at the lead-white sky.

"Tell me, your faith?" Bishop Byron asked softly.

"A kind and angry, rich and moist God of Storm!" The corpse opened its frozen mouth and was passionate at the cost of tearing off a layer of lip flesh.

【Corpse Speaker】

——Friendly friends of death, rotten companions, messengers of all dead creatures.

"Do you know the settlement here?"

Bishop Byron asked again, not wanting to say that he had just said that, but raised his face in shock and looked into the depths of the snowfield.

The mission behind him was also on alert.

Order is disturbing, energy is raging, and the wind and snow seem to be in awe away from here, and they are swaying in the distance.

A few black dots appeared faintly in the distance, and the black dots became larger and larger, gradually revealing their full picture. It was a Womi man!

They also rode zombie mounts, but they were a group of six-legged Norphic corpses.

"Guests from the distant dawn, I wonder what is worth looking for in this barren snow field?"

As the Womi people approached, a Womi people in red robes emerged from the crowd.

"Friendship! A friendship that is harder and purer than ice!"

Bishop Byron raised his back and responded loudly, but he was secretly surprised: How long has he been in Zhongbei Continent? What kind of power is this to seek convenience?

From it, he smelled the terrible control of the real church over the continent of Zhongbei.

At the same time, a member of the Dawn Mission quickly turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to the Womie team, and handed over a document signed by the Pope.

The Red Womi took the document, squinted his eyes and looked at ten lines, and his eyes finally fell on the signature of Pope Dawn who seemed to be alive. After a brief check, he closed it quietly.

"The Lord said that when the jackal comes, there are shotguns, and when the friend comes, there are fine wine."

"Welcome to your guests from afar, the wine and enthusiasm of the Womi Tribe will be opened to you!"

The red-robed Womi man opened his arms, revealing the exquisite fabric in the lining, and the enchanted pistol at his waist!

"May my Lord be bless you!"

Bishop Byron gave a gift with his chest, and a deep thought flashed in his eyes. Judging from the Womi people in front of him, their supplies seemed to be very sufficient?

Could it be that the clan's efforts are all given to you?

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, the truth is forever!" The red-robed Womi people clenched their fists and stroked their chests to respond.

The first meeting between two completely strange churches ended in this diplomatic ritual full of rationality and politeness.

After the two sides formally contacted each other, they then took off their dignity and tried to exchange greetings with each other.

Then Hongba Womi generously invited Bishop Byron to Womi tribe.

This scene made Bishop Byron breathe a sigh of relief.

The reason why he was unwilling to go on a mission to the Northern Mainland was not so much that he was unwilling to hand over the real power of Mu Shou's side, but rather that he was unwilling to contact the power of the former dominant.

These moody and terrifying existences do not care about the gods behind them at all.

Like a white worm!

Whoever chants the white curse, He will devour it, and Francis's church hospital is an example.

The rationality that the Womimi people now showed naturally made him breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, this cannot be ruled out that you are asking you to get into the trap.

"Rumored that the old god cursed the Zhongbei Continent, causing monsters to roam here, and suddenly change in winter and summer. Why did you not see any distorted monsters along the way?"

Although Bishop Byron was nervous about his future, he still collected information due diligence.

"Don't worry, you'll see it right away!"

Red Robe Womi smiled, and the zombie Novre under her crotch was faster.

Novche, who ran with six legs, was naturally far superior to the four-legged zombie horse. The acceleration of the red-robed Womi suddenly made the Dawn regiment unable to maintain its formation and became sparse.

Bishop Byron was unwilling to lose his dignity of Dawn and had to consume his spirituality and maintain the power of the zombie horse, so that he could save the face of the mission!

As he ran wildly, his face gradually became solemn, and finally he couldn't stop being shocked and floating in his eyes.

He saw the aberrant monster under the curse of the old god!

They cover the earth and stretch to the sky.

Walking through it, he could not see any scars on these monsters, which was extremely strange!

Unfortunately, time has passed so long that their souls have long dissipated and cannot capture the remaining souls for inquiries.

Of course, if he could stop and ask the corpse, he might also know some scale armor. Unfortunately, he was under the surveillance of the Womi people at this time, so these small movements were naturally not easy to do.

"What happened?" Bishop Byron could only ask in person.

"This is the Lord's anger and punishment!" Red Robe Womi was ambiguous.

Seeing this, Bishop Byron stopped asking questions. His thoughts were circulating and decided to find a way to find the answers himself.

Not long after, the corpses on the snow field gradually became sparse and even disappeared completely, leaving only the scrap that was cut and left behind.

It turned out that the Womi people had been collecting these corpses.

But there were too many corpses of wild beasts, and it was too late to collect them for a while.

Fortunately, the North Continent was still shrouded in the cold, otherwise these corpses would have rotted into maggots for so many days.

As Bishop Byron's thoughts wandered, the Womi tribe arrived.

In the distance, Bishop Byron saw a towering city rising from the ground, rolling black smoke rising into the sky, like a giant dragon with its teeth and claws roaring towards the sky.

I don’t know where the Womi people got the fuel in this barren land?

Or, it's all up to magic?

Bishop Byron was confused.

Although this is his first time entering Zhongbei Continent, in fact, he already has a basic understanding of Zhongbei Continent.

The caravan of the Dawn God Cult never gave up collecting information here.

By the way, it was precisely based on these basic cognitions that surprised him.

As the team entered the city, Bishop Byron raised his eyebrows and became more and more surprised.

——He saw a prosperous capital that was completely different from information!
Chapter completed!