These blocks were extremely large, with an average length of five hundred meters. At this moment, at the edge of a square area, two night watchmen were standing opposite each other with their hands pressed on the ground. The rock-hard ground quickly melted and turned into a rolling mass, like a square muddy swimming pool.
A helicopter hung a block of silver metal and slowly sank it into the mud until it was completely submerged. Then the two night watchmen took action again and solidified the melted ground into a solid state. From the appearance, there was no difference from before.
After passing through these square areas and coming to the city wall, on top of a giant tower made of countless silver metal blocks, a figure wearing a crimson cloak was engraving patterns on the surface of the metal blocks alone.
He used a straight knife as a pen and metal as paper. He was like an artist immersed in his own world. With amazing speed and accuracy, he carved complex and magnificent patterns on the surface of the metal block, which made people's scalp numb at a glance...
As he put down the last stroke, he waved to the helicopter in the sky, and the helicopter suddenly rose in altitude, transporting the engraved metal block to the Prajna Pass next door via a rope.
"You should take a break." Only then did Guan Zai, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally speak up.
"If you keep going like this, your divine power will dry up."
“No.” Lin Qiye calmly raised his knife and continued to sketch on the next piece of metal. “The faith of the people of Daxia is getting stronger and stronger. My divine power is almost endless... Even if I don’t use it to engrave the forbidden spell array, it will be a waste.”
"Even if divine power is endless, your spirit will be exhausted... There are still seventy hours before the final attack of the Cthulhu system. We still have enough time. There is no need to fight so hard."
"The sooner it is completed, the sooner the border will be stable." Lin Qiye raised his head, glanced at Guan Zai who was standing beside him, and said slowly,
"Don't worry, I can still hold on... This concerns the lives of more than a billion people in Daxia. I won't rest until these three passes are completed."
Guan Zai wanted to say something more, but when he saw Lin Qiye started to engrave the forbidden spell again, he shook his head helplessly and walked towards the command center.
Lin Qiye didn't notice Guan Zai's departure at all. At this moment, his mind was completely focused on the complex patterns on the metal block. His straight knife scratched the surface of the metal block bit by bit, and the faint light of divine power poured into it. A top-level forbidden spell gradually took shape...
Suddenly, Lin Qiye's figure shook slightly, and the divine power flowing on the metal block dissipated out of thin air.
His brows furrowed, and he barely supported his body with his straight knife. Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead. The scene in front of him was blurry for a moment, and then slowly returned to normal...
He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his cheeks, and continued to draw the forbidden spell with concentration. He waved his hands towards the sky, and the metal block quickly rose up and disappeared into the sky...
"How many pieces are left?" He turned and asked the night watchman who was counting nearby.
The night watchman flipped through the forms a few times and spoke hesitantly.
"And...nine hundred and thirty-two dollars."
Lin Qiye did not speak. After a moment of silence, he raised the straight knife again and carved into the metal block under him...
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Cangnan City, shelter.
Zhao Zhengbin sat in the hall, casually swiping the screen of his mobile phone. The large screen in the center of the hall played all the comedy movies of the past thirty years in a loop, causing other onlookers to burst into laughter from time to time.
Zhao Zhengbin had no interest in comedy movies, but since the battle of Shenlong Pass ended two days ago, the Pioneer Live Room had basically not broadcast any live broadcasts. Team 1 and Team 2 had returned to their respective shelters, and Team 3 had basically broadcast everything that could be broadcast in Shenlong Pass. There was really nothing new to watch.
Most of the people in the hall, like Zhao Zhengbin, didn't watch the movie on the screen at all, but instead kept their heads down and scrolled through their phones... The reason they were still here was because they didn't want to miss the latest information from the outside world.
Although the live broadcast cannot be watched for the time being, what if? What if a new live broadcast pops up?
Zhao Zhengbin glanced at the hot searches on various platforms. The focus has gradually shifted from the battle two days ago to how to better improve life in the shelter... Although revelations about the night watchmen are still emerging in an endless stream, everyone has shifted their attention to their own lives. After all, having enough food and drink is the most important thing.
Zhao Zhengbin turned off his phone, and just lay on the cold ground, looking up at the white ceiling, and sighed...
I don’t know what the night watchman is doing outside at this time?
Is there a new battle?
Is it a win or a loss?
Just as he was daydreaming, a voice came faintly from above his head:
"Please don't lie on the sidewalk. You will affect other people walking."
"Oh, sorry, sorry..."
Zhao Zhengbin came to his senses and immediately sat up from the ground. The person who spoke was a young man about his age, looking a little haggard. He was wearing a work suit and a red armband around his waist. He looked very much like an aunt who managed the community.
Strange...Hasn't the military always been the one maintaining order in this shelter?
Where did this young man with a red armband come from?
Just as Zhao Zhengbin was puzzled, a voice called out to the young man. He turned around and saw a figure in casual clothes and a baseball cap waving at him in the crowd.
The young man's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. The two began to talk from a distance.
Under the cover of the cap, the man only showed half of his face. Zhao Zhengbin stared at him for a while and felt that he looked familiar...
Then, he seemed to remember something, and shock appeared in his eyes.
The person he recruited was someone he had just met two days ago. He was one of the night watchmen who rescued them from the "mysterious" hands while retreating into the shelter!
The one wearing the red armband is also a night watchman?
No one in the crowd seemed to notice the two people in the corner. Zhao Zhengbin couldn't suppress his curiosity and walked in that direction. But just after he took a few steps, the night watchman said goodbye to the young man, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
Just as the figure wearing the red armband was about to leave, Zhao Zhengbin immediately stepped forward and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
The young man raised his eyebrows, looked back in confusion, and sized him up.
"What? I just asked you to sit up, but you don't agree?"
"..." Zhao Zhengbin skipped the topic and asked directly,
"Are you a night watchman?"
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