Chapter 147: Yunbao Second Session Collection——!! I haven’t finished writing (……
Late at night, the moonlight shines through the ruins of the dilapidated high-rise buildings, falling on the broken walls and sand all over the ground in the lower city. Dust fills the air, forming a strange and mysterious atmosphere, making people feel a kind of heavy silence.
This is the second night of chaos in the kingdom. The king is dead, and countless monsters of the desert are still wandering around and wreaking havoc.
In the past, the Red Cult and the upper class nobles have always brainwashed the people of the kingdom with the words "Although the Desert God is high above, he is the guardian of the kingdom". Even though most people are skeptical, they themselves believe it because they know more information. Until what happened last night, the cruel and cold face of the Desert God was exposed nakedly in front of everyone. Their words can no longer be trusted by the people, and even forced the people in the lower city to rush directly to the middle city and high city. In the end, it was even the resistance army of Youdu who helped to deal with the chaos and maintain order.
"The Red Cult is simply a bunch of lunatics. They still believe that the Desert God will stand on the side of the Kingdom. Who are the enemies in their eyes?!"
In the night, two figures wearing dark cloaks flashed in the shadows, and stopped in front of a relatively intact house.
The tall cloaked man spoke with a cold tone, "It is obvious that their ambition and greed have brought about an irresistible backlash."
He said to the person behind him: "Luo Luo, you wait here for me, don't follow me, understand?"
"So, Uncle Ao, why did you quietly leave the gathering place at night..."
There were slight sounds of footsteps.
The cloaked man with a young body fell silent.
A familiar voice sounded behind O'White, "I told you not to bring anyone else here."
O'White turned around and said, "This is an accident. He won't know more."
Does that sound like a threat?
Luo Luo rubbed his heels against the ground and carefully looked at the figure that appeared a few steps away. He looked carefully and found that there were two people, but one of them seemed to be so reluctant that he was grabbed by the collar and forcibly pulled over by the person who spoke.
Just as he was curious, the man standing in the moonlight cast a sizing look at him, as if evaluating his threat, but he looked away after a few seconds and walked sideways into the room next door.
Does this count as passed?
O'White gave Rollo another warning look, then followed the figure into the house.
The door was gently closed.
Luo Luo rolled his eyes and walked forward quickly, intending to eavesdrop on some news. However, the next second, a wall of sand rose out of nowhere and almost knocked him over. It was tall and heavy and blocked his way, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, with a look of panic.
"rustle?!"
at the same time.
When Owette entered the house, he saw only darkness. Only the faint sound of breathing indicated that there were still people in the room... and there were quite a few of them.
Just as he was on guard, the person who had entered the room earlier than him pressed the light button with a puzzled tone, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"
The dazzling light suddenly came on, illuminating the scene inside the house.
A long table almost took up the entire space, with people sitting on both sides, and in the front was a wooden board nearly one meter wide, covered with cloth, with something written on it.
This looks like a meeting.
Late night secret meeting.
O'White began to wonder if this was a meeting about the battle against the Desert God.
However, the man with glasses sitting in the first row on the left stood up casually and said, "Doesn't this make it more atmospheric?"
After that, he walked to the wooden board, raised his hand to grab the cloth covering the writing, and pulled it off heavily.
"Now that everyone is here, let's not waste the sleep and rest time that you have squeezed out from your busy lives. Let's officially start the meeting—"
The man wearing glasses spread his arms and said solemnly:
"——The second meeting of the Cloud Flame Protection Association has officially begun!"
As soon as the words fell, the originally silent atmosphere suddenly exploded with countless voices.
On the left seat, a young man in a dark coat was brewing tea listlessly, but he didn't offer a cup to the person next to him - he didn't even offer the tea that he spilled on the ground to other people.
The name card on the table in front of me shows that I am...Minister of Finance?
O'White's brow furrowed deeply.
Then, a loud curse came into his ears.
Is it still lying on the ground and being forcibly dragged? The red-haired man who was struggling frantically.
"Fuck, what? You forcibly pulled me out of bed at night because of this?!"
"Assuming you can keep quiet without speaking, I will help Wild Dog eliminate the unstable factors." Zhang Chun, the man who was holding the red-haired man by the collar, said calmly, then let go of his hand and turned to introduce him to O'White: "That's Zai Zhe. Like me, he comes from the ruins city and is the host of this meeting. Please take a seat, O'White. I'm afraid I have to disturb you for two or three hours."
Afterwards, Zai Zhe, who was standing at the front of the long table, pushed his glasses and said with emotion: "When I founded the association in Youdu, I didn't expect there would be such a spectacular scene."
Left one, the Minister of Finance, Chu Li, who keeps making tea and looks bored.
Second from the left, the head of the security department, was forcibly dragged here by Zhang Chun? Mingji was dozing off with his legs crossed on the table.
Third from left, the Minister of Propaganda, Wu Wang, slammed the table in surprise and questioned why he appeared in this meeting again.
Everyone here is an old acquaintance, and they are also participants in the first session of the Yunbao Association.
On the right row are the members who are joining for the first time.
First from the right, unrelated person No. 1, Zhang Chun.
Second from the right, unrelated person number two, Wan Mingxu, who attended the meeting seriously.
Third from right, unrelated person number three, vacant seat.
After that? It was Zai Zhe's team of superpowers, the four people who had a conflict with Chu Xiuyan last night.
Including Owyt who had just arrived and another person who was about to arrive, the number of participants in this meeting actually reached thirteen.
After Zai Zhe finished tearing the cloth, he went straight to the point.
"The main topic of this meeting is how to solve the divine pollution that has occurred on Yunyan Body."
He roughly summarized Chu Xiuyan's experience of direct contact with the Desert God in the alien space yesterday, as well as the condescending and contemptuous words he said when he contacted the Tianxu team late at night, and said with a heavier tone:
"That is to say, Yun Yan is under the oppression and erosion of his divine nature at all times, and can only rely on his past memories and reason to stop himself from doing bad things. However, memories fade easily, and reason will waver. If we let it go, we will eventually lose him completely. Therefore, we must find a way to turn him back into the Yun Yan we are familiar with."
Wu Wang, who was muttering to himself, wondering why he would attend such a meeting for the second time, was stunned when he heard this.
He? Back? Thinking back to the last time he met the boy, he felt that it was indeed very strange. He used contemptuous words like "bugs" and "monkeys" and looked down on ordinary people and the weak. He was not like the cheerful and lively boy who could play with anyone.
God? Sexual pollution...?
Wu Wang ruffled his hair and sighed deeply.
When Owette, who was sitting in an empty seat at the long table, heard the words "God? Sexual pollution", his expression changed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after looking at the people around him, he finally fell silent.
Mingji swayed in the chair, half asleep, and mumbled, "I think I can have a fight, and everything will be fine if I wake him up."
Zai Zhe shook his head: "We can't beat him. We haven't tried a group fight... But I think we can persuade him with love."
Zhang Chun frowned, immersed in his own thoughts, and Chu Li never raised his head the whole time.
Wu Wang didn't know what to say, Wan Mingxu couldn't get a word in, and as for the others, they had even less sense of participation.
Just when Zai Zhe was about to slam the table and say "I hope everyone can discuss a solution together", a sudden voice with a joke interrupted him.
"I? Don't agree with you? point of view."
A crackling sound was heard, and a space crack appeared in the open space. The chief priest in a silver-white robe walked out slowly.
Mingji was drowsy at first, but he woke up instantly after seeing the space crack. He looked behind the head priest and saw a boy wearing a baseball cap and holding a camera appearing in the space-time crack. He poked his head out slightly and took pictures of the meeting scene in the room with his camera without any expression.
Mingji gave him a middle finger. This kid who looked like a child was the sixth member of the Wild Dogs, commonly known as the Dog Sixth Phase. He had the ability to teleport and teleport over long distances. He had once spied on and followed the chief priest and a group of other aliens in the forest. He called himself "Bird Shooter". In the end, he actually mixed in with the Northwest aliens.
The boy rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.
The silver-haired priest ignored those vigilant eyes and walked directly to the corner of the long table. He placed the round instrument in his hand on the table. Then, a series of images were projected into the air. It was the scene of the desert death place that the spider machine had secretly filmed remotely.
The vast expanse of blood-red sand, the rustling giant insect-like beasts surging in the depths of the desert, the rotting corpses of birds circling in groups in the sky, and the humanoid creatures formed by the condensation of sand grains, there are tens of thousands of them. To the naked eye? There is almost no normal scene to be seen.
"This is the God's Domain of the Desert God, the Kingdom of God. The reason why it is called the Land of Death by the world is not only because of these strange creatures, but also because of the high concentration of blood crystal energy that is enough to kill an ordinary person instantly."
The silver-haired high priest pointed at Owette, and under his cold gaze, he said, "The sand outside the dead land also contains blood crystal energy beyond what ordinary people can accept. This is why you cannot move freely on the sand for a long time and must live in the steel fortress - a curse. Too many people in the kingdom are not aware of the threat of this sand, so they call it a curse. They don't think about the connection with the desert god, but are afraid to step on the ground. They take the initiative to imprison themselves in this small fortress, which strengthens the king's rule. And after a decade or a few years, they hate this narrow and dark living area and complain to the king, which finally triggers anger. It's a very interesting cause and effect relationship."
Mingji pointed at the silver-haired chief priest and said to Zhang Chun, "You? Invited? Here? Why don't you drive him away? Don't let a bad apple spoil the whole barrel."
Zhang Chun quickly replied: "I didn't invite him."
Zai Zhe also pushed his glasses and said to the silver-haired chief priest, "Strange, me? I thought you were refuting my long speech about using love to influence Yun Yan, but I didn't expect you were just talking about another topic. Excuse me, this meeting tonight has nothing to do with the Desert God. Why don't you shut up first?"
The silver-haired chief priest didn't change the curve of his lips. He ignored their words and looked at Zhang Chun meaningfully, saying, "Ordinary people cannot enter the dead zone, and they can't even serve as cannon fodder. And the superpowers will be contaminated by the blood crystal energy. Once the critical point is reached, they will either fall into madness and chaos, becoming natural superpowers that even we in the northwest are not willing to accept, or die completely and turn into blood crystals. Therefore, most people present cannot really participate in the battlefield of attacking the Desert God, except..."
He raised his finger and pointed at Chu Li, Zai Zhe, and Zhang Chun, and finally slowly pointed at himself, the smile on his lips deepened, "The alien army is ready for heavy casualties. But, with only a few of us with high-level combat power, how can we fight against a fully-formed Divine Ming in the Divine Realm?"
"So, Yunyan cannot recover now. The price of divine pollution is exponentially increased power. If I'm not wrong, he can almost fight the Desert God to a draw at this time. If we join in, the chances of winning are very high."
The expressions of the people at the head of the long table turned cold. Zhang Chun looked at the silver-haired chief priest solemnly and said, "If this is you? You can leave now if you want to talk."
The silver-haired chief priest smiled and said, "Why don't you ask those present what they think? Please raise your hands if you hope Yun Yan can recover. But please understand that if he recovers, the next battle will be extremely difficult."
Mingji raised two hands, one of which pointed the middle finger at him.
Chu Li was still making tea, and did not look up, saying indifferently: "Me? I chose the original? That Yun Yan."
Zai Zhe pushed up his glasses and spread his hands, saying, "As everyone knows, we are the hateful gods of the ruined city, so our point of view is very clear."
Wu Wang looked up to the sky and sighed: "So? Why? I?m here... Never mind, the original? That kid is more likable. Let him die, just make the fight more exciting."
The members of the Tianxu team looked around and hesitated, "We believe in the captain."
Now, more than half of the participants in this meeting support Yunyan's restoration. The silver-haired chief priest looked at Zhang Chun. Although he didn't respond, he seemed to have gotten the answer. The smile on his lips became fainter and fainter, and finally, there was not even a trace of expression.
"You are so stupid beyond imagination."
After saying that, he turned around and seemed ready to leave.
When he was about to enter the space-time rift, he suddenly turned sideways and said in a nonchalant but extremely cold tone: "I almost forgot that divine pollution is not irreversible... Why not give him a heart replacement? If you want to save him, you have to kill him first."
After saying that, he? stepped into the crack of time and space and disappeared.
Zai Zhe pushed his glasses and sighed, "So? Is this meeting still going to be held tonight?"
Zhang Chun's expression seemed to be unaffected by the arrival of the silver-haired priest. He said in a deep voice, "Open, continue. Yunyan must return to normal. I have never broken my promise."
After a few seconds? .
Ming Jidi? One raised his hand: "I? Think we can have a fight to wake him up."
Zai Zhe continued: "I? I think it is more reasonable to use love to persuade."
Wu Wang perked up and joined the discussion: "Then I will compromise and use love to persuade him while beating him."
Wan Mingxu finally stopped being silent. He pointed to the empty seat next to him and said, "Actually, I wanted to ask just now... Is there anyone else who hasn't come yet?"
The third from the right, judging by the seating arrangement? He must be on good terms with Yunyan.
Zhang Chun's expression suddenly changed, and he whispered, "Oh no, I forgot about Cui Zhiyong... No one is going? To remind him? ?"
So? Someone shook his head.
"I thought you were the one looking for someone..." Zai Zhe paused, "By the way, I haven't seen him since I came to the kingdom."
The scene fell into dead silence.
Wait until the next morning.
Cui Zhiyong, who was still immersed in sleep? And was forcibly pulled awake? Hearing about the meeting last night, he said in grief and despair: "Am I so insignificant? What's even worse is that they clearly discovered that I was not present, but they pretended that nothing happened and continued the meeting! Are you still human——"
The group of people who were walking outside the fortress and onto the sand looked up at the sky.
Cui Zhiyong rolled his eyes: "So, in the end, what was the solution reached at the meeting?"
Zhang Chun coughed and said, "Everyone's suggestions are very reasonable, so they need to be put into practice."
Cui Zhiyong slowly typed a question mark.
He? Following everyone's gaze, he looked into the distance on the sandy ground? .
Ming Ji, who had set out a while earlier than them, quietly came behind the black-haired boy. He looked to the side and saw Chu Xiuyan seemed to be playing a game of building a castle with sand. He coughed lightly and successfully attracted Chu Xiuyan's attention.
"What, me? I don't really want to see you right now? Go away."
Chu Xiuyan said without raising his head.
Mingji looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Yunyan, I want to play a game with you."
Chu Xiuyan paused, "Oh?"
He was about to stand up when his collar suddenly tightened and he felt a sudden sense of weightlessness.
Mingji grabbed the boy by the collar and threw him far into the sky. "Let's go!"
And then? He turned and ran away.
The next second, angry shouts suddenly rang out from behind, and a large gray fog swept across the sky and the ground.
“Humble…Ahhhhhh! Dog Erji! You? How dare you throw me?——!”
at the same time.
Zhang Chun and others who were hiding in the pile of rocks were still observing from a distance, waiting to rescue them at any time.
Cui Zhiyong asked with a sluggish face: "Excuse me, is this about persuading people with love or awakening people with physics?"
Zai Zhe pushed up his glasses and smiled, "This is the first step of the action, a provocation."
Cui Zhiyong turned around and was about to crawl out of this weird team, "You guys want to die, don't take me with you?!"
Zhang Chun held him down, "You can think of this as a practice session for the battle against the Desert God."
Cui Zhiyong grabbed Zhang Chun with his backhand and shook him madly: "What the hell are you doing! Zhang Chun? You? Are you following him? What are you doing?!"
Zhang Chun was dizzy from the shaking and said vaguely, "I'm not crazy..."
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