I know this ancient god

The buildings in the Kingdom of God gradually became illusory, like things in a dream. The people on the street who were like walking zombies stopped one after another, a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes, and they all smiled with relief after looking at each other. The towering altar is like a pile of sand blown away by the strong wind, drifting away bit by bit.

The assassin put the bottle down: "Hey, is Magma dead?"

She burped quietly.

An Bei hesitated and said, "I don't know."

He kicked the brick wall next to him, and the wall gave him a soft touch. It didn't feel like he had kicked a wall, but more like he had kicked a thick sponge.

The assassin sighed: "The kingdom of God will only collapse after losing the energy supply of the godhead, so even if Magma is not dead, it is almost the same. It should be done by the guy who just came in. He is really a rare ruthless character."

An Bei said enviously: "It would be great if I could be that strong."

The assassin said nonchalantly: "Actually, Magma isn't that powerful now, otherwise he wouldn't stay here to absorb the energy of the planet, and he would try to 'demand' time from you in various ways."

An Bei sighed: "This is pretty awesome."

There was a hint of envy in his voice.

The assassin asked casually: "Have you lost the way to use your faith?"

An Bei was confused: "Humans can also use faith?"

The assassin raised his voice. She stretched out her hand, and a dark green rhombus-shaped crystal lay quietly in her palm.

An Bei was stunned.

The assassin threw the crystal to An Bei like an ordinary object, and then said leisurely: "Pseudo Godhead, a relic of the organization. Although it is incomparable to the real Godhead, it is the only one, and it is very precious. If you If you are willing to join us, I will give it to you.”

Anbei caught the dark green crystal in surprise.

"I didn't plan to give it to you originally, because you were going to find Magma to die." The assassin looked at him sideways, "I think you look familiar, as if I've seen you somewhere before, maybe you are the descendant of one of my friends. As long as you are willing to join Our organization will give this to you.”

An Bei silently put the pseudo-godhead into the storage compartment of the suit, then raised his head and asked: "What organization? As long as it doesn't violate my moral bottom line, I will join."

"You have the nerve to discuss morality with me when you have everything in your pocket?" The assassin said with a half-smile, "Will you return the things to me if you don't join?"

An Bei's face turned red.

He said ashamedly: "I'm sorry."

The assassin laughed at himself: "Okay, just think that I paid to buy you into the organization. There are twenty-seven people in our organization, and the name is the Association of Twenty-Seven. It is finished now, so there are no rules anymore." Just remember this name. It’s best to write us into the book. Don’t forget us. After all, we have worked hard to liberate mankind.”

Anbei nodded solemnly: "I will definitely try to get the federation to write you into the book. Can you tell me your story?"

The assassin waved his hand: "No time."

Every time her hand moved, it became more unreal.

An Bei tried to keep her, but his palm passed directly through the assassin's body and could not touch her at all.

The assassin said calmly: "This thing will recognize its owner if it sheds blood."

An Bei's eyes stopped when he touched the assassin's calm expression. He suddenly realized that this was an inevitable separation, and his heart suddenly became heavy.

He stopped his futile actions: "I remember."

The assassin asked: "Are we?"

Anbei immediately replied: "Twenty-seven people formed an association of twenty-eight people."

The assassin smiled.

She looked at the sky, her vision beginning to blur. She saw people coming and going, saw the wind and clouds rising, saw a butterfly flying by, and saw the logo of the twenty-seven-member association with its teeth and claws waving. She tried hard to open her mouth, but no sound came out. So, she still didn't say anything, just as quiet as before.

But unlike in the past, she died.

An Bei's eyes sparkled with tears.

half a minute later

The Kingdom of God was almost completely disintegrated, leaving only a translucent membrane separating Anbei from the surrounding Tiemei landscape. Anbei estimated that even this membrane would disappear in a few seconds, and he would completely return to reality.

At this time, intermittent communication sounds came to his ears: "An, are you still alive? Report the situation, over!"

An Bei whispered: "I'm fine! Where are the others?"

He turned to look in the direction of Super Volcano No. 4, and found that it was surrounded by military spacecraft, and the bright searchlight beams could be clearly seen from his position.

"Thank God!"

The signal suddenly became clear.

Anbei stepped out, this time without any hindrance. The Kingdom of God had completely collapsed.

"Special class Anbei! We are gathering at coordinates: longitude 17, latitude 14. We are assessing the damage and searching for missing persons. Please return to the team immediately! Please reply when you receive it!"

The correspondent's voice was filled with joy.

If everything goes well, the correspondent won't be so happy.

An Bei had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he asked: "What about our losses? What happened outside? How many people have lost contact?"

The correspondent was silent for two seconds and then replied: "The Marine Corps has not suffered any losses, but the God-killing Division has lost a lot of contact. Now, including you, there are only twenty-one people who can be contacted."

Familiar faces passed by An Bei's eyes, and strong sadness rushed into his mind. He didn't even dare to think about who died in this operation.

He controlled his emotions and said, "Okay, I understand!"

"Longitude 17, latitude 14! Come back quickly!"

Communication interruption

An Bei entered the coordinates into the Black Dragon Suit, followed the navigation of the Black Dragon Suit, found the large army, and met the others.

Except for Lin Yun, who was banned on the Fuxi flagship, all twenty-one members of the Northern Star God-killing Division entered Magma's Kingdom of God. No one gave up halfway, so the losses were huge.

The team members summoned up their emotions to say hello: "Boss"

An Bei looked around and found with a heavy heart that there were only five people greeting him. He tried to calmly say: "As long as you are okay."

Everyone's faces were hidden under the seemingly cold visor of the black dragon suit, but they could guess each other's moods.

An Bei forced a smile and said, "Don't be too pessimistic. The others are just out of contact. Maybe the communication system is broken. They should be here later."

No one answered.

The atmosphere in the room became somber.

An Bei turned and left the room.

He reported to Shanghui: "I have made a major discovery and request to contact the three generals immediately."

He is the highest-ranking member of the God-Slaying Division participating in this operation, and has the authority to directly talk to the general of the combined fleet.

"Anbei special class?"

"Please wait, we are transferring you!"

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Anbei felt a little nervous.

"Anbei is waiting!"

"The generals are listening, you can report now."