Romance of Gods

Chapter 163 Comrades Meeting

London Bridge disappeared and the river banks collapsed.

At this moment, where the bridge was, a huge, irregularly shaped lake formed.

Viewed from a high altitude, the shape of the Thames looks like a stopped mechanical watch.

Wu Ming stepped on the water and stood in the center of the pointer.

He looked at his clenched right hand, and his fingers moved upwards greatly.

"No need to struggle, your journey ends here."

He closed his eyes and counted the number of people in his palm at this moment... 140 two people.

"It should take less than half an hour to complete the digestion."

Wu Ming looked relaxed and looked around. The river bank was crowded with dove beasts.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Go! Clean up the remaining prey!"

"Roar! Roar!"

The ancient roars like thunder gathered together, faintly revealing some of the sacredness of chanting scriptures.

When the dove beasts rushed out towards the north and south banks of the Thames River, Wu Ming's expression jumped slightly.

He looked up at the distant skyline. The powder in a cup of inferior coffee sank to the bottom, and the thick black mist accumulated and smudged again.

It was about to dawn, and he said quietly: "What good luck, I have to wait until tomorrow night."

……

After being grasped tightly by that big hand, his vision fell into infinite darkness.

Chen Yan only had one feeling, that is, his body was falling.

He couldn't feel the presence of others, and the only thing he could see was a ball of cyan light at the bottom of the abyss.

In the blink of an eye, the world collapsed... I don't know when I will have such a method.

This trip should be coming to an end, and what I told Cao Chunhua before was that it would be delayed for three to ten minutes.

But the process of annihilating the entire army did not last for 30 seconds.

After seeing those murals at Clays Manor, Chen Yan had a premonition.

This time Fei Xiong dragged little people like them into a game far beyond their level.

It is reasonable that such an opponent would appear during the course of the novel.

Just as he was thinking about it, a hand suddenly grabbed him.

Chen Yan came back to his senses and looked to the dark side, "Alice?"

"Mr. Knight, I finally found you...Thank you, thank you for helping me fulfill my wish."

wish?

When Chen Yan heard these two words, he suddenly felt that his heart stopped beating and his body became hard and cold.

ended?
Immediately, his vision fell into darkness, and the voice of Fei Xiong sounded and disappeared.

[Dear performers, please note that Chengzi Zhang·Fight Night has ended]

[Tonight, a total of 186 performers were eliminated]

[Among the remaining 174 performers, 174 have received points rankings]

[The parliamentary voting will begin immediately. After 10 minutes, the 87 performers at the bottom will get parliamentary seats]

[The actors participating in the parliament must confirm today’s 30 expulsion votes within 20 minutes]

[The performer who receives the expulsion ticket will be eliminated immediately if the church system is not turned on]

At the moment when the dawn bell rings, the disappeared Westminster Abbey and London Bridge stand again on the land of London.

A dream breaks and closes again. The person living in the bubble punches hard, only scattering his own shadow but not breaking the bubble.

Today's parliament hall is still empty and silent, or it has always been like this. Feixiong has already stood in the center of the hall.

He raised his hand and waved, and a light curtain marked with 87 names instantly floated under the dome.

He smiled and said: "Everyone, please take a seat."

Scattered light groups fell on the seats on both sides. Compared with the previous two times, this time it was really quiet as death.

From being about to be destroyed to sitting firmly in the church, this feeling of surviving the disaster left everyone with lingering fears.

They looked at the light screen together, and the name at the top was so dazzling at the moment - Wu Ming!
"Okay everyone, please..."

Feixiong was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a sharp shout.

"That's enough! Fei Xiong, didn't you see it? Youjiu has invaded this world and is wreaking havoc on this story. Why don't you come out and stop it!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and there were protests one after another.

"The current situation is completely beyond our control..."

"You still have no control, and everyone will die soon!"

……

Facing the wave of outrage, Feixiong still went his own way, "Please hurry up and vote, you still have 15 minutes."

"Wu Ming! Wu Ming!"

Even though they knew that the success of this vote was very slim, everyone still unanimously squeezed out these two words through their teeth.

"Is there anyone else? If not, then this vote is over."

"Wait a minute! Please answer our question, why don't you take action to curb the current situation!"

"Yes! Give us a reasonable explanation!"

In an instant, everyone's fingers were pointed at Feixiong again.

"Why?" Feixiong's smile slowly faded and he said calmly: "Because, how to deal with unconventional emergencies in the novel is also a part of this assessment. Obviously, your results are unqualified. This vote ,It ends here."

……

In the winter of 1643, London, England, it was foggy in the early morning.

On the streets, mountains of corpses are exuding negligible residual warmth, and of course bacteria and viruses.These existences that ordinary people are afraid of avoiding are the last refuge for some people.

Ordinary people who had been exploited and bankrupted, as well as orphans who had escaped from the workhouse, were all nestled behind the corpses.

They used death to keep warm, and finally used their corpses to add bricks and tiles to this dilapidated shelter.

Several five- and six-year-old children were standing close together. They were in ragged clothes and shivering like sparrows who had lost their mother.

Five or six corpse carriers wearing crow heads were leaning against the wall and smoking. They stared at these children like vultures waiting for the death of their prey.

Everyone bet five copper coins to see when these little guys would die.

Suddenly, stumbling footsteps sounded from the mist, getting closer and closer.

The person who came was a skinny girl, her exposed calves were covered with bruises from the cold.

She nervously grabbed a handful of bread crumbs and staggered towards this side.

It’s unknown what price she paid to obtain the food.

Her arrival attracted the attention of the children, and everyone became bright and cheerful.

"elder sister……"

"Quick, eat quickly."

The girl didn't have time to say anything, and handed the crumbs in her hand to them.

The corpse transporters were a little frustrated when they saw this, and one person said: "It seems that we have all lost. They should be able to survive today."

Before he finished speaking, two slightly stronger homeless people rushed over immediately. Without saying a word, they punched and kicked the girl and snatched the food.

"Go away!"

A child stepped forward to push him, but was directly beaten to death by fists flying randomly.

"Here you are...here you are..."

The girl gave in and tremblingly let go of the crumpled bread crumbs.

The corpse transporters laughed when they saw this, "The gambling continues."

The girl fell to the ground, covered in blood. She vaguely watched the children surrounding her and forced a smile.

"Don't cry...don't cry...make a wish...let's take it to tomorrow..."

"I want my sister to get better..."

“I want to be fed and clothed every day.”

"I think it's spring every day...I can see flowers blooming every day."

The girl smiled happily when she heard these wishes. So what kind of wish would she make?

Her consciousness blurred rapidly and she could not remember that she was dead.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The corpse transporters had enough fun, stretched their muscles and began to work.

They kicked away the surviving sparrows, then loaded the bodies onto pallets and transported them to the incinerator.

……

On the damp and muddy outskirts of Nancheng, several ovens emitting billowing black smoke were burning fiercely.

The clothes of the people who burned the corpses were covered with muddy grease, and their way of handling the corpses was simple and crude.

In addition to burning, there is still burning, and then the residue produced in the furnace is transported to the cotton fields for fertilizer.

"Hey Chen, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Yan opened his eyes and turned to look at the pile of bones piled up in the fire.

It's a knife to extend one's head, and it's a knife to shrink one's head. But at the most critical moment, the night is over.

He looked at the man who had just spoken and replied: "I won't do this job anymore."

Just kidding, I will work honestly on the last day, unless my brain is broken.

Funny enough, this was the first time he didn't wake up in Maggie's apartment.

The man was stunned when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "Chen, I know this life is not very good... but you should know that in order to hide our identities, our brothers in the comrades guild always need a job that is not very eye-catching. cover."

Fellowship!
Chen Yan frowned. He remembered that Kress had mentioned this organization before.

Before his thoughts were over, today's reminder still appeared.

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Location: First level of heaven—Zhushan Dharma Hall Heaven—1643·London, England
[Congratulations, actor Chen Yan, for your outstanding performance in the third night of battle]

[Your current points are 45, ranking second; the current number of survivors of the God Actor is 174]

[Fortunately, you did not get an eviction ticket today, you can use the daytime to take a good rest]

Zhuanzi Zhang·The personal events on the second day are as follows:

Judgment Day: None
Fight Night: Reign of Thorns arrives, protect your employer and earn as many points as possible.

This story has officially begun. Your identity today is the "Killer". The following is your identity background:
You belong to the ancient and mysterious Eastern Tongpai Society. The Tongpai Society has a strict organizational structure and has members all over the world of romance.

The origin of the Tongpao Society can be traced back to the Jixia Academy in a certain romance world during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

The organization is not affiliated with either the God Actors or the Jiu camp.

The teachings of Tongpaohui are simple: get money and do things.

The Tongpaohui... a force independent of the God Actors and Jiu.

But now, he has taken on the identity of one of them, and his companions are not aware of it. It seems that the strength of this organization is not very strong.

Before he could finish his thoughts, the man said again: "Today, the contact person in London sent me a good job with good pay. I specially leave this job to you. What do you think, do you want to go and take a look?"

Chen Yan was dumbfounded. Could this job be related to Kress again?

He asked tentatively: "This...who is the contact person this time?"

The man lowered his voice and said two words: "Maggie."

(End of this chapter)