Meng Yi lay on the bed, chewing the dry food he brought with him, chatting casually with Xiao Wu, not caring whether the other person could understand him or not.
"Sigh... sometimes I wonder if there will be new tribes appearing in the wilderness, in places we have never known."
He lay on the bed, looking sideways at the small light bulb beside him, took a bite of his dry food, and added:
"It's like the idea of a self-made city, with some kind of divine family..."
He paused, his expression changed drastically, and he jumped up, saying in astonishment, "How did Zhong Qing know that gods have followers? She may not be crazy, but she's not stupid!"
How could she be so sure that this path of her clan would be successful? The Supreme Arbitration Council of Humanity also tacitly approved her attempt.
Meng Yi swallowed hard. "Xiao Wu, have the high-level divine benefactors among humans seen some new species? They are quite sure that they are the followers of the gods..."
Xiao Wu didn't understand and just swayed slightly.
The more Meng Yi thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
Otherwise it doesn't make sense.
The top management has acquiesced, and there is no reason for them to make such a sacrifice for a purely imaginary reason.
So in that case, the human situation is actually worse?
In the wilderness, there are not only frantic mutants, but also other intelligent species and even new civilizations?
This terrible world!
Meng Yi rubbed his head irritably.
He sank down on the bed, sighed, and thought, "Never mind, I'll eat my meal one bite at a time and do what I can do first."
"Xiaowu!" He waved his hand, "I'm going to take a stroll in the Kingdom of God."
In the kingdom of God, twelve twinkling stars appeared again below the platform.
Meng Yi sat on the stone chair and nodded with satisfaction. At this rate, the number of his believers would increase quickly.
However, there are still vacancies in the number of Divine Graces, and it would be a bit of a waste to leave the quotas unused. We can only hope that the Foundation can discover new talents as soon as possible.
He observed briefly and found that these new believers should be the ones saved by Zhu Hongyu, just like last time.
㫦Twelve stars rise.
【Number of believers: 999/1141】
His eyes moved upwards.
Huh? Li Wenhui has a new prayer!
He summoned the star representing Li Wenhui to his side and quickly figured out the situation.
The followers of the Slaughter had previously received an oracle:
Go to Jing'an City and look for people or things related to the red fog.
Li Wenhui was not stupid. After learning the news from the Judgment Department, he thought about it and understood what the "red fog" referred to.
The key is to pray for salvation without stopping.
Meng Yi leaned back on the stone chair, muttering to himself:
What is the God of Killing doing?
Can your followers understand what you are saying?
Red mist?
The Blood Priest likes passionate battles. Oh... the flesh and blood magic is also bloody. Does it count as red?
Fortunately, the God of Slaughter did not know his own name and only saw the scarlet mist.
Let those murderous believers find it.
But... if this happens, the security in Jing'an City will be very bad.
A large number of evil god believers poured in...
Remind Cen Qiyun and the others.
Meng Yi immediately gave everyone a divine oracle, instructing his apostles to be careful of killing believers.
He glanced at the still-purifying killing divinity, which hadn't changed at all, and shook his head slightly before fading from the kingdom of God...
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