Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

On May 12, 1858 AD, a month had passed since four dark high-level species started the turmoil.

Thanks to the Taiping Society's unlocking of radio technology, the speed of information circulation in this world has accelerated rapidly. The accident caused by four dark high-ranking species, which was defined as an "evil disaster" by major media in the United States of America, has spread throughout the world.

In the ears of the dignitaries of all known civilizations on this star.

Saint George, Kingdom of Great Britain, Vancouver city on the border of Canada's colonial Plenty Plains.

"Hahaha, Mayor Fall, look at these American guys."

"After the 'Evil Disaster', the war between the north and the south actually didn't stop. In fact, the fighting became even more fierce!"

A thin old man with blond hair permed into curls, wearing a purple-black noble dress from the Kingdom of St. George, held a newspaper from Washington, America, and asked a black-haired man in a suit next to him.

The white middle-aged official laughed.

"Look, three legions of southern soldiers are advancing from Maldavos."

"And 1.7 thousand northern soldiers, under the command of Major General Grant, attacked Abili County from the flank."

The voice of the man in purple and black aristocratic attire made Mayor Fall raise his head and take the newspaper he handed over. A glimmer of understanding flashed in the eyes of the neatly dressed Vancouver mayor.

"Sir Moldo, after the end of the 'Evil Disaster', the Civil War in the United States of America can stop for more than half a month."

"To be honest, I was very surprised."

After Mayor Fall quickly browsed it, he put down the newspaper in his hand. While sorting the documents on the table, he continued to talk to his old friend next to him.

"I explained my thoughts to you gentlemen at the last meeting of our blue blood club."

"If the 'evil disaster' lasts long enough, it can act as a third-party pressure for a long time and allow the North and the South to cooperate and fight together."

"Then it is not impossible for the southern slave owners and northern factory owners who were forcibly suppressed to suppress their conflicts of interest to resolve the problems between them through peace talks and concessions."

"But obviously, the 'evil disaster' ended too quickly."

"In the north of America, the power of evil passed through the dense railway network, causing the factory owners to lose too many workers. They were eager to make up for these losses from the slave owners in the south."

"The railway network in southern America is sparse and the people lost are far less than those in the north. Those slave owners now think they have a chance of victory and there is no way they can agree to the conditions of the north."

"This war caused by interests seems to have just begun!"

Mayor Fall's words were so reasonable that his good friend Sir Moldo kept nodding beside him.

The British Kingdom of St. George at that time had different distribution of population to each colony. Like America, the Canadian colony was not a land for the exile of domestic gangsters, but an exile territory for the disgraced nobles and their followers who had failed in the domestic political struggle.

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The blue blood club mentioned by the mayor of Vancouver is one of the extraordinary forces in the United States of America, the "blue blood powerful".

The so-called "blue blood" is what the nobles of the Old World call themselves, because they often proudly roll up their sleeves to show off the clearly visible blue veins on their forearms that look white without labor, so they are called so.

For blue blood.

In the current colony of Canada, most of the top leaders still have the title of nobility of the Kingdom of St. George. The blue-blooded elites have overwhelming power and have a greater sense of identification with their mother country, the Kingdom of St. George.

Therefore, most people in the Canadian colony only used it as a source of conversation about the renewed civil war in the United States of America. During this period, they used it to talk loudly at various gatherings, and it was said that they were full of comfort.

Cool.

The scorching sun in the sky of Vancouver on the border of the Fertile Plain slowly slides down to the ground as time goes by.

Mayor Faure and Sir Moldo also left the Vancouver City Hall, got into a horse-drawn carriage driven by a servant, and drove towards the clubhouse where the Blue Blood Club was located in the city.

The two of them, even in the carriage, were constantly discussing the civil war situation in the United States of America, which shows how hot this topic was in the Canadian colonies during this time.

However, it was here that the senior executives of the City of Vancouver finished their work for the day and headed to their respective entertainment venues under the afterglow of the evening sun.

On the edge of the suburbs of Vancouver, on a turret to defend against native attacks, the ordinary soldiers who were still standing guard did not live as comfortably as the rich and powerful.

"Sir Nila, what do you mean by us guards?"

A young soldier wearing an old reddish-brown military uniform, sitting half-assed on a simple high chair, looking like he was standing upright from a distance, turned to the captain beside him and said.

"The last attack by the native tribe was three years ago."

"Why are we still guarding here?"

While he was speaking, the sky had completely darkened, and the plain in front of the turret was completely dark, with no unusual movement as usual.

Hearing the words of the young soldier, Niela, who had a beard next to her, turned around, holding a picture album of Vancouver's local red light district in one hand and half a bottle of rum in the other.

"Of course it's for the safety of the gentlemen in the city!"

"Before the natives attacked three years ago, it was said that our stronghold was almost proposed to be demolished by a congressman."

"But a well-timed attack by the natives allowed our stronghold to remain until now."

"Boy Mendor, be happy!"

"Being able to come to our stronghold with no enemies, few jobs, and close to the city is a blessing that other soldiers only dream of!"

Bearded Niela is the leader of this turret. He is a Canadian second lieutenant officer with a low-level aristocratic background who manages 34 soldiers in the turret. After he finished speaking, he put down the picture album in his hand and took a sip of the rum in his hand.

Subconsciously, he raised the telescope next to him and looked at the sky outside.

If you want to take a look at the silver moon and stars in the sky, follow the example of those aristocratic young men in Vancouver, compose a decent poem, and show it off to the ladies of lower-level aristocrats when you attend a banquet with the superior next time.

As a result, when I saw this, the rum rush that had just hit my brain was instantly startled to wake me up.

"Then, what is that?"

"There's a monster in the sky, there's a monster in the sky!"

A horrified voice sounded heartbreakingly from Second Lieutenant Niela's mouth.

Everyone in the entire blockhouse was in chaos when they heard their commander's screams. They all hurried to the edge of the blockhouse and looked into the sky in unison.

I saw a ship with a body length of more than 80 meters, an unknown giant beast with a sickle-wrench-shaped pattern engraved on the elliptical cylinder appearance, breaking through the gray and black clouds in the sky extremely powerfully, appearing like a god and demon on the gun tower.

Directly above, huge long objects were dropped to the ground.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

After a piercing scream.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The rising flames, accompanied by the huge roar of the explosion, turned all the defenders in the turret into ashes before they had time to react...