Is there something wrong?
His brows suddenly furrowed, and he raised his hand slightly. The stars representing Li Yuhui and others quickly fell next to the throne.
"No prayers?"
Meng Yi muttered to himself.
He suddenly disappeared, and no one prayed to "salvation". This is not right...
His gaze passed over the stars of the apostles, and he called upon the stars of other believers for observation.
Soon, he figured out the reason...
Now, he and the Kingdom of God can no longer enter the real world. The believers' prayers can no longer be responded to by the Kingdom of God simply by chanting his name as in the past.
in other words…
The same is true for accepting believers.
Meng Yi's face fell... Redemption was severely "cut".
No wonder other gods don’t care much about their “names” and are very casual about them.
No wonder believers need to arrange rituals when praying to gods. It would be strange if gods could hear them without communicating through rituals, as they are separated by two worlds.
He calmed himself down and began to deliver divine oracles to the "high-level apostles" in unison.
It seems that everyone is very anxious.
…
In the ruins of Yun'an City.
As the sky brightened, Ning Xingxiu retracted his gaze and his eyes returned to their sockets.
Crackling~
Blue mental lightning intertwined beside him, and Chen Guanshan's figure flashed and appeared beside him.
This was followed by a concise report:
"Old man, I took a quick look and there are probably around 300,000 people still alive, maybe even less.
They are basically ordinary people, and most of the people with divine grace are afraid and flee...
It is worth noting that the clash of gods did not cause many casualties to the city, after all, they were only affected mentally.
In other words, this fortress city... has only this small population.
The Sister of Pain... so cruel..."
Ning Xingxiu frowned unconsciously when he heard this.
He instinctively regarded these people as his own and subconsciously began to calculate... He didn't even bother to call them "old man".
Three hundred thousand...There are currently four hundred and five hundred thousand people in the Holy City of Redemption.
It's too many. Seventy-five million people is a huge number, and the pressure is too great.
The Holy City can accommodate them, but currently even the most basic food supply cannot be guaranteed.
The time was too short. The Holy City had just taken over tens of thousands of people from Jing'an City, and less than a week had passed.
Even if the apostles used their extraordinary powers to produce various crops, they would not be able to meet such a huge demand for food in a short period of time.
I don’t know how much inventory Yun’an City has.
He glanced at the ruins of the city...
You can consider asking for help from the Great Arbitration and Xu Qingsong and others. The Steel City and Yuan'an City should also have reserves.
I don't know what's going on over there.
Boom——
A huge noise was heard, but Ning Xingxiu didn't even raise his eyelids.
That was the ruins of the holy city. They spent the whole night like that yesterday. No matter how he explained that Meng Yi had gone to the real world, it was useless.
He could only let Cen Qiyun accompany Shengcheng, as this girl was closer to Shengcheng.
Woo——
A high-pitched whistle sounded, carrying an indescribable sense of anxiety.
Crash...
In the ruins of the city, there were winding iron chains and wires everywhere, and all kinds of transportation vehicles whizzed past the ruins.
Cen Qiyun stood on the little red cloud, gently patted the small light bulb beside her, pursed her lips, and muttered in her heart:
"Sister Shang, do you think we can control the "Snowball" to find Meng Yi in the real world?
Maybe I can find my Lord..."
"It's not feasible. The real world is so vast. Instead of considering this, it's better to consider designing a ritual directed at Meng Yi.
If he has the power of an evil god... which path of evil god is he?"
Cen Qiyun's eyes lit up. Oh, that's right, why didn't I think of that?
Suddenly, the clouds over the city surged.
The thick red fog gradually emerged.
Cen Qiyun subconsciously raised his head, "My Lord..."
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