Late at night, by the sea of ​​the Fusang Empire.

Qi Jinshu stood on the beach and looked at the east, holding the letter from Yuan Qingzhou in his hand.

"Zhouzhou, I wish you a victory in the final tomorrow. Forgive your mother to not be by your side at this moment."

"Since I want to go back so much, it's okay to go back and take a look."

An old voice came from behind Qi Jinshu, and she suddenly turned around and looked alert.

The old gentleman smiled, "Don't get me wrong. I have no malice or interest in your daughter. A key is enough. After all, we are old friends, and there is no generation gap in cooperation with you."

Qi Jinshu lowered his eyes and secretly squeezed the letter paper in his hand. Yuan Qingzhou mentioned the heavens above and asked her to leave Fusang quickly.

At this time, Qi Jinshu suddenly had an idea in his mind.

But the old gentleman seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said slowly: "Today I found two unfriendly guys on the island. I asked the children to solve one and found a badge on him. Do you know it?"

A blood-stained badge was thrown to Qi Jinshu's feet and washed by the sea. The line on the badge is in English, which is a place name, Devaloca, the base of the heaven!

"How long will we stay here?" Qi Jinshu asked to give up his thoughts and changed the topic.

The old gentleman knocked down to the ground with the eagle-headed crutch in his hand. The surrounding scene suddenly changed, and two people appeared on the tallest giant tower in the capital of Fusang.

Looking up, even though it was late at night, there were still many people marching on the streets, holding signs that opposed the ban on fishing and the random discharge of nuclear waste.

The defending forces in Fuso held up shields to stop the group of people, and even dispatched high-pressure water guns.

Even Qi Jinshu felt that the air was filled with dark matter that made people emotionally riotous, hovering over the Fusang Empire, like clouds before the storm, heavy and depressing.

"The air is great, isn't it?" the old gentleman asked with a smile, taking a deep breath.

Qi Jinshu pursed his lips and said nothing. She knew that everything about Fusang was pushing behind his back, and that all this was about to reach the critical point.

"Thank you for many years, and seeing this rice mature, it is really time to harvest, I suddenly feel a little reluctant. However, there is an old saying in Cangwu that I am born from worry and die from happiness. I have been entrenched in Fusang for many years, and it is indeed a bit too comfortable."

"I don't know if I can find a place like Fusang that suits me in the future. There are so many interesting technology products and endless strange cultures that can help my children absorb fear and grow slowly."

Qi Jinshu took a breath and said slowly: "There is a place called Silicon Valley in Eagle Wing Federation, which is also a tech-intensive area. You can settle there."

The old gentleman looked back at her, "Cangwu has developed rapidly over the years."

"Cangwu is not suitable for you. Cangwu people are different from people from other countries. You are simply impossible to do this in Cangwu now. Countless people will kill you in the cradle."

The old gentleman raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

"Why don't you just destroy this world at once to save trouble?" Qi Jinshu said angrily.

The old gentleman said quietly: "This is the last paradise. If you can't find the ruins of the Lord of the Abyss here..."

"You are so sure that my ancestors are the bloodline of the abyss? If so, how could I be controlled by you?" Qi Jinshu sneered.

The old gentleman raised his eyebrows and did not answer her question, "Okay, let's schedule this feast to be held tomorrow. Before that, we have to ask old friends to talk about the past and celebrate the arrival of the harvest day together."

The old gentleman tapped the ground with a crutch again, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately, leaving only the increasingly riotous people in the city and the increasingly out of control.

At this time, a strong wind blew on the sea, and a big storm was brewing.

At the same time, in a remote town in the Fusang Empire, Jun Moxi pressed the wound pierced on his abdomen and poured the empty potion bottle into his mouth.

Her consciousness became increasingly dissipated, but she gritted her teeth and persevered, trying hard to stand up.

The low roars were rising and falling around, and the ghostly figures hiding in the dark were all waiting to tear her apart.

Her communication facilities were destroyed, and all local network equipment in Fuso could not be used normally by her. She had to think of other ways to pass the message out. The situation here was much more serious than expected.

The evil god Slov who likes to play with technology to spread fear is in Fusang!

Uh...uh...uh...

A strange moan sounded behind him again. When Jun Moxi turned around, he saw a woman with black hair and white-skinned and blue-skinned woman twisting her body, crawling out of the puddle on the ground, and attacking her like a wild beast.

Jun Moxi smashed the bottle of medicine in her hand with force, covered her wound and continued to escape. Wherever she walked, whether it was traffic cameras or security cameras, they turned all of them, aiming at her direction, like the eyes of countless monsters, staring at her tightly.

Her companion is dead, and she can die, but before she dies, she must warn and prepare human beings.

...

At that time, over the Arctic, Devaloca.

[Alarm!Alarm!]

[Fusang Empire seeks help, a level A distortion riot occurred in the country, and requests support from the heavenly realm]

[All idle combatants are requested to arrive at the command center of Devaloca l8.]

The sudden alarm interrupted the quarrel between Qingluan and the Pope of Heaven. She looked up at the flashing red lights in the room and said nervously: "Jun Moxi and Zhou Xin are still in Fusang!"

The Pope was still like the Virgin Mary, emitting a gentle aura all over his body. Even though he was so angry that he was so angry that he was not angry at all.

"You're waiting here."

The pope ordered and turned to the study. After a while, she came out of it, frowned and said, "Neither of them can be connected at the moment, but Jun Moxi is still alive."

"What about Zhou Xin?" Qingluan asked.

The Pope lit his chest a few times in sadness, folded his hands together, "He will receive eternal liberation for the sake of God."

Qingluan's heart continued to sink, and she clenched her fists and said, "This time Fusang's request for help, please let me go. From the first day I went to heaven, Jun Moxi was taking care of me. I can't let her ignore it."

The pope looked at Qingluan and saw in her eyes the unavoidable persistence. Everything that was recognized by Qingluan would never change, just like her attitude towards her sister.

I would rather bear all the punishment than stay in the Cangwu Federation for a long time.

"Oh..." The pope sighed and nodded. It was time for Qingluan to go out and temper.

"Thank you, teacher, I will definitely not let you down this time."

"Qingluan, remember, next time, I hope you will not ask for a war for one person, but for all innocent humans who suffer."

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, a trace of guilt flashed across her face, and she took a step back and bowed deeply to the Pope.

After changing into the combat armor, Qingluan went to Jun Moxi's room to bring the Haidongqing she raised. With it, she could find Jun Moxi immediately as soon as she arrived in Fusang.

When Qingluan prepared everything and rushed to the command center, there were already three people waiting for her there.

The Pope teacher was worried that she would make a mistake, so he specially arranged for Qin Qing, the old leader of the Moon Temple to accompany her. She was in her fifties and her weathered face still looked very young.

There is also an Anqi, the deputy commander of the Human Temple who is specialized in treatment. She is from the West and is a woman in her thirties.

Finally, there was a man from the West, Cadiro, the deputy commander of the Temple of War, who was burly and very reliable.

This time, the four of them led a total of four combat units to support the Fusang Empire and eliminate all distorted species in China.

Seeing Qingluan's solemn face, Cardiro smiled and said, "Don't be too nervous. Level A means that the country's forces can control the spread of danger, but are unable to effectively suppress it. This kind of incident is not difficult to deal with. With us, it will take less than half a day to solve it."

Qingluan said seriously: "Although this is the case, we can't take it lightly. Let everyone check the equipment again and have sufficient ammunition. I'll check the status of the logistics department. I've applied with the teacher. This time we will send it directly."

Cadiro raised his eyebrows in surprise. It would cost at least one-third of the energy of the entire Devalokka once. Usually, he was allowed to use it only when dealing with S-level events. If he could teleport this time, it would save time, which means that he could save more people.

The older Anqi looked at Qingluan's decisive and cautious attitude, and couldn't help but nod. The Pope had a good vision and this child was a good seedling.

The team in the heavens are ready to go. They have dealt with this A-level crisis many times, so everyone seems to be relaxed. They say goodbye to their families and promise their children that they will bring more Fuso specialties when they come back.

At this moment, they would not have expected that the situation in Fusang was much worse than they thought.
Chapter completed!