I Have a City in a Different World

Faced with the disaster of black fog, the fleeing aborigines made different choices.

Most of them go straight to other places, just for a chance of survival, but not everyone gets what they want.

Some people had accidents, and others died in foreign lands. The number of casualties on the way to escape cannot be counted.

The refugees who chose to give up encountered extraordinary messengers sent by the gods in a state of extreme despair.

Under the persuasion and guidance of the divine messenger, the refugees who had been in despair rekindled their desire for life.

They tried their best to follow the instructions of the God's envoy and build a shelter against the black mist disaster.

Although there were many passers-by who responded with suspicion and ridicule, they could not affect everyone's mood and actions at all.

At this moment, they firmly believed in what the divine messenger told them and believed that they would be able to survive the disaster.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer refugees on the road, and only a few are left, still trekking hard.

When they saw groups of refugees building garden-like shelters, they all stood there in shock.

Before cheering and celebrating, everyone turned around and expressed their heartfelt thanks to the divine messenger.

The large pit dug out in the center of the site should be the tomb where everyone was buried.

When the white fog continued to spread, the white fog covering the neon city began to dissipate quickly.

Seeing the text live broadcast of their companions, the few secret cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and were sure that there was no problem with the rune array.

Affected by the extraordinary power, we forgot to be afraid for a short time, but when we faced the white mist, the shielded fear broke out again.

"Brothers, Bai Wu is here!"

There are also some secret monks who take the initiative to save people and play the role of knights who punish rape and eliminate evil.

The flowers transplanted in patches, the low platform with burning flames, and the small pit in the central area are actually all part of the array.

The young man who claimed to be the envoy of God hurriedly walked under the low platform and comforted everyone with a grumpy voice.

When no refugees asked, the envoy shook his head and showed a low profile.

Such behavior makes people feel incomprehensible, thinking that the names of gods can be easily told.

I seriously wondered if there was something wrong with my eyes.

The publisher of the information is a divine envoy like me, a secret monk from the Alliance.

At this moment, flowers of various colors actually released a strong vitality, creating a unique field.

The vegetation is withered, the river is dirty, and the soil exudes a strange stench.

However, this is not the case. The main reason for telling everyone is that the monks themselves are also vague about the existence of gods.

The monks wanted to live up to that trust.

While thanking the divine envoy, my heart was filled with deep wonder and awe for the deity in front of him.

At that time, a translucent panel appeared behind my eyes, with information flashing underneath.

Although they are so close, they are able to cross this barrier.

In order to win prizes and win the task competition, the practitioners tried their best.

Panic was an immediate relief for An. The refugees knelt on the ground and recited scriptures according to the other party's instructions.

“Were you and these refugees attacked by monsters, the place became an isolated island in the fog.

It has no specific effect, and the monks are also vague. We just operate according to the requirements.

The refugees hiding in the magic circle saw the white mist outline the appearance of monsters, and each head was extremely ferocious.

Facing the incoming white mist, the monks' mood suddenly rose, fearing that the subsequent operations would have no effect.

At a certain moment, everyone saw that the nearby horizon was not filled with white mist, as if the tide was coming in very quickly.

Looking at the frightened refugees, the white mist monster roared, with a strong sense of sweetness in its voice.

"Hahaha, the magic circle is really useless, the white mist can actually swallow it!"

Then some people think that these refugees singing songs are actually preparing their own graves.

The rune array in the white mist was like a rock in the stormy sea, blocking the path of many monsters.

In addition, whether our indigenous people are dead or alive, and whether the mystic monks have the ability to influence or interfere, the refugees behind us have given us enough trust.

At the same time as thrilling, a deep sense of joy followed, and we actually escaped from death.

Before the white fog broke out, we received a mission to rescue refugees in desperate situations.

The people who had been singing suddenly became silent, and fear struck their hearts again.

The brazier placed under the low platform suddenly erupted into blazing flames, and the flickering light made people feel at ease.

The mission specifically mentions that the fewer refugees there are, the more generous the punishment will be.

We used the name of gods to trick a group of refugees into taking command, but the Alliance script did not tell us who the fictional gods were.

The continuous cheers were enough to express everyone's mood.

According to the script given by the alliance, the mystical monks disguised themselves as divine messengers to disperse these refugees who gave up in despair.

The group's continuous bombing not only damaged the Neon City, but also caused fatal damage to the monsters in the fog.

Otherwise, countless hungry monsters will inevitably rush into the Neon City and start a crazy hunt.

As alliance monks, we naturally have no means to fight against Bai Wu, but those refugees have their own plans.

That is not a problem, it will affect the plan.

The refugees wanted to know the respect of this small god, and they must have often worshiped and thanked him in the past.

Out of those skeletons and corpses, none were aborigines, and the vast majority were monsters.

When the young divine envoy under the stage saw that scene, he also had a dark smile on his face.

There were many men and women with smiles on their faces and singing songs, and they accepted everyone without any hesitation.

I hope the alliance will take action soon to rescue you and the refugees. It is really happy to be outside that kind of environment! "

We were panicked, confused, overwhelmed, and couldn't help but cry without feeling.

The arrival of the white mist was much slower than expected. The next second it was still a thousand meters away, and the last second it had not yet reached the front.

When everyone reacted, they were completely surrounded and swallowed by the white mist, and there were waves of strange sounds in their ears.

At that moment, the Alliance monks sincerely hoped to help the refugees and hoped that we could not save our lives in the white mist.

I hope that I can bury it in the ground at the last moment, so that my body will be exposed in the wilderness.

The land that was once shrouded in white mist is now gradually revealed. It is a mess, with small and large craters everywhere.

When the secret monks were secretly worried, the shelter built by the monks was completely swallowed up by the surging white mist.

These are monsters in the white mist, rushing over, trying to grab less blood and food at the first time.

We need to have too few ideas and just do our job well. A bird flying in the sky should think about how to live underwater all day long.

Although it was only a short distance, the monster was able to cross it, and in the end had to choose to go around.

All kinds of posturing, all kinds of persuasion, and extraordinary means are displayed from time to time.

"You were swallowed by the white mist!"

If the other party had taken action and awakened our confidence and hope, we might not have become food for the monster at this moment.

We used various methods to disperse a small number of refugees, and then operated backward according to the formation diagram.

The refugees knew in their hearts that they had no chance of escaping, so they might as well spend their last days happily and bury themselves decently.

There are also a lot of fragmented skeletons and strange corpses scattered in the wilderness.

After hesitating for a while, they all chose to stay and apply to join the special giant cemetery in the garden.

Reciting over and over again made everyone's mood become more and more intense, and smiles appeared on their faces again.

Although it was not vague, the monks still resolutely carried out the true purpose of what the alliance did.

Maybe after a while, those refugees will know that it is actually the Alliance of the Lost who saves us.

Then he talked depressedly, worked hard, and let time pass by quickly.

Facing the approaching white fog, we opened our arms to welcome it while chanting mantras in our mouths.

The bad image of the sky is divided into two halves, one half is eternal white darkness, and the other half is the Daozi that is about to disappear.

What the Fano Group did was actually helpful to Neon City, and it failed to curb the growth and spread of monsters.