On the other hand, Lu Nanzhi's idea coincided with Gu Shen.

She gritted her teeth and said, "What if the original powerhouse of the Upper City is sent by a Rey Reno, a level of origin, and successfully completed the transaction... what should I do?"

"Song Ci."

At this time, Gu Shen reported the name without hesitation.

He sighed, "At this time, I can only let Song Ci go out..."

The Apostle of Light, absolutely mad dog.

Now Meng Xizhou's power cannot support the war of gods, but it is still enough to rely on the advent of God to fight one of the origins!

"Song Ci is the best thing to do when intercepting the inland sea. Whether the transaction is successful or not, we can ambush in the inland sea. Once the interception is successful, we can at least break one important arm of the upper city!"

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Today, there are very winds and waves in Ting Island.

Zhou Rongrong stood on the highest mountain in Yuanting Island, looking at the vast sea in the distance, and spoke respectfully: "Mr. Chunli, today's mission has been completed, and the 'returners' on the list have gathered, and today they will be sent from the Holy City to the Ice Sea."

"very good."

The saint of spring plow stands on the top of the mountain.

He carried his hands on his back and said calmly: "After today, you won't have to stay at Yuanting Island."

"No need to stay at Yuanting Island?"

Zhou's eyes were stunned, and he was a little confused.

After the Sangzhou Cave sank, Yuanting Island was the main site of the coastal line of Nanzhou. The extraordinary people sent to garrison here on weekdays are the core backbone of the church and the most trustworthy middle-class pillar.

The words of the saint of Spring Plough are to remove themselves?

She subconsciously thought that she had done something wrong, so she subconsciously wanted to kneel down.

"Don't worry, you've made no mistakes."

The Chunli Saint smiled and said, "It's time to tell you some things."

He said lightly: "Do you still remember the task I assigned you a few days ago?"

Zhou said in a deep voice: "Of course I remember..."

The Saint of Spring Plough gave her a list.

There are nearly a thousand names on the list.

Her mission is to find all the people on the list and gather them together.

This mission gave these people a unified title.

Returnees.

Zhou knew that Yuanting Island held a "sea festival" every year. The Storm Church believed that everything obtained in Nanzhou was a gift from Lord God and this sea... The sea gave it to herself, and she would inevitably give it a rebate. So at first she thought that these returnees were the rebate of the "sea festival".

But this sea festival was so "sovereign" that it was not only a large number of people.

Moreover, some of the people on the list are all "famous families".

This thought was buried in Zhou's heart, and she didn't dare to ask more questions.

To do things for the Storm Church, you must learn to be "silent". Some things, if you ask too much, are not good things.

The saint of Chunli had long known what his subordinates were thinking.

He said calmly: "The 'returners' who were responsible for gathering you are not for sacrifices... The reason they were sent to the Ice Sea was to make them live, not die."

Zhou was stunned.

"The Lord of God has forged an unparalleled super airship called the Storm."

The corners of the lips of the Chunli Saint raised slightly, "In these few days, the Lord of the Gods will take these homecoming people to leave Nanzhou. Only lucky people who have been recognized by the Holy City will have the opportunity to board the ship... No one else knows this news at present."

Zhou's mind was blank.

Leaving Nanzhou...where to go?

"There is no need to be stationed in Yuanting Island because it is no longer important. Not to mention Yuanting Island, even the Holy City will not be important in a few days."

Chunli stood there without walking, but just turned his head slightly, looked at the woman behind him, and whispered: "These are just dust in history. When the Storm is activated, they will be left behind and become invisible debris... The end of the world is coming, and only those who board the Storm can live."

"The End of the World?"

Zhou asked in confusion.

"A super giant source storm is about to attack the five continents."

The Chunli Saint lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Although the geographical location of Nanzhou is relatively safe, it is meaningless. The entire Five Continents are just fragile thin paper in the face of this source storm."

"Okay, you will know about the 'Storm' when you board the ship."

This matter is important, and the executors in charge of the list are not just Zhou Mon.

Nearly 10,000 people will be sent to the Storm in scattered areas.

This is a big project.

The Chunli Saint noticed that Zhou's expression was very complicated. He smiled and asked, "Why, I can't bear to leave my hometown?"

"No...it's just too abrupt..."

Zhou said in a daze: "This news is really shocking."

“Shock…”

The Chunli Saint sighed and murmured: "Yes, this news also shocked me deeply at the beginning."

Pause for a moment.

He continued to ask, "If I remember correctly... you should have been in Tinyin City for a long time before. If there is anything you can't bear to leave, you still have time to get it."

"I have nothing to bear with you."

Zhou shook his head and said softly and firmly: "Sir, everything I have belongs to the church. Where you and the Lord God are located is the place where the last is the return. No matter where you go, the last is to follow you."

"Oh……"

When the Saint Chunli heard this, he was in a good mood. He walked up to Zhou, stretched out his palm, and touched his favorite subordinate intimately.

Although wrapped in a thick storm robe.

But Zhou has a very good figure and a pretty face.

Eight years later, she has not aging, her black hair and black eyes, her eyes are particularly bright, and even the baby fat on her baby's face has not dissipated.

"Since that's the case...you'll accompany me to Binghai today. It just so happens that a deputy is needed for the transaction."

The fingers of the Spring Plow Saint were interspersed between Zhou's loose hair.

"It depends on the orders of the Lord."

Zhou is like a doll, obeying the mercy of the Spring Plough Saint.

But the moment her fingertips streaked across her skin, her body trembled slightly, and the tremor was very slight.

The Saint of Spring Plow did not notice...

A golden shadow of fire flashed through Zhou's pupils.

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Chapter completed!