Heaven.

A harsh alarm sounded throughout every corner of Devaloca, and everyone came out of their homes, looking nervously at the soldiers running towards the deck.

Xiao Taozi, with her brother who had prosthetic limbs, also lay on the railing, looking at the warriors who went to war with envy, without knowing that only death was about to be greeted.

"Pope, does Qingluan really care about it anymore? The group of bastards in Fuso dare to falsely report the disaster level!"

Allen stood at the conference table excitedly and looked at their beloved pope.

"Compared to Qingluan, those innocent civilians who suffered need your support more." The Pope said softly.

Allen clenched his fists and couldn't speak, and the same was true for everyone present.

The Pope took a deep breath and said, "The reason why our heaven exists is to protect the earthly humans from heresy. For this reason, we can sacrifice our lives and even sacrifice our souls. Is it not that the ancestors of the heavenly world pulled you out of the desperate and helpless situation?"

"Think about your own experiences, and think about the people who are huddling in the corner, avoiding those heretics and begging for the help of Gods. Didn't you, the young ones, be the same? If you still remember the soldiers of heaven killed heresy in front of you and sacrificed themselves to protect your broken homeland, don't hesitate at this moment, fight bravely, kill heresy, and save innocent humans!"

Alan's nose was sour, "Yes, Alan, the warrior of the Sun Temple, follow the orders of the Pope!"

The others were like Allen, with sad expressions, and they couldn't bear to watch their companions fall into isolation, but the Pope was right.

Since they choose to become warriors in the heavens, they must be prepared to die. Compared with Qingluan, those small countries with insufficient force and those unarmed innocent people need their rescue.

At this moment, all the Temple soldiers stood up from their seats, looked at the pope, and pressed their hearts in a uniform manner and shouted.

"For humanity, go to war!"

The momentum of dying was reverberating in every corner of Devaloca. No one was timid or fled. Everyone knew what they were about to face, but they still resolutely put on armor and rushed to the unknown battlefield.

At this moment, the wife sorted out the armor for her husband, and the child was told that his parents were going to help children like him, and the elderly gave them weapons for their children to fight when they were young.

No one cried, no one kept, because each of them was rescued by the heavenly warriors from that cruel battlefield.

They knew better than anyone that in a desperate disaster, the arrival of the heavenly warriors was like a god, bringing people hope to survive.

They enjoy the life of the gods and cannot selfishly let others despair and helpless in the abyss.

This is the enlightenment of the people in the heavenly world, and the will that has been passed down for thousands of years.

For the sake of mankind, go to war!

...

Yuan Qingzhou was still wet on the field the moment before, but the next moment he appeared in a dark Hefeng apartment. The wind was raging outside, and the rain was pouring. The hiss of various monsters and the screams of humans were endless.

But in the apartment where she was, there was inexplicably silence.

Yuan Qingzhou moved his finger. Xiaocai was still in her hands just now. I don’t know if it was hidden in other places by the fog or staying safely in Dongshan Port.

Yuan Qingzhou walked to the window and took a look. It was the sixth floor. There were Chinese characters on the billboards with sparks outside and Fusang characters turning around.

"It turned out that I had arrived at the Fusang Empire, it was so far away."

Yuan Qingzhou sighed, and at the same time he became secretly alert. If he could pull her directly to such a faraway place in Fusang, the power behind him should not be underestimated.

Yuan Qingzhou checked his equipment, because everything was on him because of the competition.

The watch becomes a timer again without any surprise and cannot contact anyone.

Sizzle...

At this moment, the TV in the living room outside suddenly flashed on its own. Yuan Qingzhou walked over and saw the plug of the TV lying clearly on the ground, with no electricity at all.

But the TV kept flashing with snowflakes. Yuan Qingzhou squatted in front of the TV and stared at the TV carefully.

Huh~

The cold wind suddenly appeared in the room, blew around her neck, and the snowflakes on the TV disappeared, and a black and white picture appeared, and a well in the wilderness.

Yuan Qingzhou was scratching his head. She remembered Xiaocai seemed to have told her a classic horror movie about Fusang, which means that a well in the TV was in a well, and a female ghost came out of the well and scared her to death.

Yuan Qingzhou stretched his hand to the TV curiously. When she stretched out, she found that she could actually penetrate it. Is it a nightmare inside?

Since that's the case... Yuan Qingzhou got into the TV without hesitation.

By the weedy well, the black-haired and white-clothed female ghost had just grabbed the edge of the well when she heard a cold sound coming from her head.

"Do you want help?"

The female ghost looked up, and her blue eyes passed through her thick black hair. She saw a ponytail girl in black clothes carrying two knives squatting on the edge of the well, stretching out a fire-burning hand to it with a "kind" look on her face.

Before the female ghost could react, the hand suddenly buckled it on its head.

The shrill screams of the female ghost echoed in this wilderness, and turned into ashes under Yuan Qingzhou's hands, falling back into the well in a scattered manner.

Yuan Qingzhou stood up and looked around. There was no sign of the black nightmare domain, which was only black, showing that the body of the nightmare spirit is still there.

This is a nightmare spirit transformed from the horror image in Fusang's local culture. So its essence is not a videotape?

Yuan Qingzhou returned to the apartment on the road and found no video tape or anything else.

This apartment is not big, and looking at the clothes in the wardrobe, it should be a woman living alone.

Yuan Qingzhou opened the refrigerator in the kitchen and looked at it. The food inside was still fresh, and there were prepared ingredients on the table in the kitchen. It seemed that the hostess was preparing to make a dinner, but an accident happened later.

There was no blood in the room. If it was not done properly, the hostess died at the hands of the night spirit.

Dongdong!

Something came from outside the door of the apartment. Yuan Qingzhou glanced and ignored it for the time being. He held a piece of bread in his mouth. He stuffed all the food and water that could be eaten immediately, as well as medical supplies into his backpack.

He found a transparent long raincoat and a pair of red rubber shoes to put it on. Yuan Qingzhou took out two holes on the shoulder of the raincoat and exposed the hilt of the knife. After wearing it, he took the flashlight, pulled out the Bailiang knife and held it in his hand, and opened the door of the apartment.

As expected, she still doesn't like to wait in place. Although she will definitely get lost, she also wants to go out to see the local nightmare and weirdness in Fusang.

If Xiaocai is also hidden here by the fog, maybe she will be lucky and will be able to find it in one go.

The cold wind blew outside the house, with a creepy chill. As soon as Yuan Qingzhou walked out, he saw a little boy with blue bodies running quickly from the front.

Meow~
Chapter completed!