I have a city in another world

Chapter 5841 Lucky Man
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 were originally 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.

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

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

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.

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

After hesitating for a while, they all chose to stay and apply to join this giant garden-like cemetery.

I hope that at the last moment, it can be buried in the ground so that the body will not be exposed in the wilderness.

The men, women and children with smiles on their faces and singing songs accepted everyone without any hesitation.

Then he talked happily, worked hard, and let time pass by slowly.

At a certain moment, everyone saw that there was black gas filling the horizon in the distance, rushing in like a tide.

It was as if the sky was divided into two halves, one half of eternal darkness and the other half of disappearing light.

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

Affected by the extraordinary power, they forgot their fear for a short time, but when they faced the black mist, the shielded fear broke out again.

They were confused and confused, and some even cried uncontrollably.

The young man who claimed to be the envoy of God walked slowly to the high platform and comforted everyone with a gentle voice.

The panic and anxiety eased, and the refugees knelt on the ground and recited scriptures according to each other's instructions.

Reciting it over and over again made everyone feel calmer and calmer, and smiles appeared on their faces again.

The young divine envoy on the high platform also had a bright smile on his face when he saw this scene.

At this time, a translucent panel appeared in front of his eyes, with information flashing on it.

The publisher of the information was a divine envoy like him, a secret monk from the Alliance.

After the black fog broke out, they received a mission to rescue refugees in desperate situations.

Although it is not clear what the alliance's true purpose is, the monks still resolutely implement it.

They don't need to figure out too much, just do their job well. A bird flying in the sky shouldn't think about how to live underwater all day long.

According to the script given by the alliance, the secret monks disguised themselves as divine messengers and gathered those refugees who had given up in despair.

The mission specifically mentions that whoever gathers more refugees will get richer rewards.

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

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

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

They used various methods to gather a large number of refugees, and then operated according to the formation plan.

The fields of transplanted flowers, the high platform with burning flames, and the large pit in the central area are actually all part of the array.

The monks didn't know the specific effect, they just operated according to the requirements.

Facing the incoming black mist, the monks felt anxious, fearing that their previous operations would have no effect.

As alliance monks, they naturally have the means to fight against the black mist, but these refugees are helpless.

At this moment, the Alliance monks sincerely hope to help the refugees and hope that they can save their lives in the black mist. The other aborigines were dead or alive. The secret monks had no ability to influence or interfere, but the refugees in front of them gave them enough trust.

The monks do not want to live up to this trust.

When the secret monks were secretly worried, the shelters built by the monks were completely swallowed up by the surging black mist.

"Brothers, the black mist is coming!"

"I was swallowed by the black mist!"

"Hahaha, the magic circle really works, the black mist can't swallow it!"

“The refugees and I were not attacked by monsters, and the place became an isolated island in the fog.

I hope the alliance will take action soon to rescue me and the refugees. It is really uncomfortable to stay in this environment! "

Seeing their companions' text live broadcast, many secret cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, convinced that there was no problem with the rune array.

Facing the approaching black fog, they opened their arms to welcome it while chanting incantations in their mouths.

The brazier on the high platform suddenly burst into flames, and the flickering light made people feel at ease.

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

The arrival of the black mist was much faster than expected. One second it was still a thousand meters away, and the next second it was already in front of us.

Before everyone could react, they were completely surrounded and swallowed by the black mist, and there were waves of strange sounds in their ears.

They were monsters in the black mist, rushing over, trying to snatch more blood and food as soon as possible.

The rune array in the black mist is like a rock in the stormy sea, blocking the way of many monsters.

Looking at the frightened refugees, the black fog monster roared, with a strong sense of unwillingness in its voice.

Although it was only a short distance, the monster could not cross it, and in the end had to choose to go around.

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

Although they are close at hand, they cannot cross that barrier.

While thrilling, a deep sense of joy followed, and they actually escaped death.

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

After cheering and celebrating, everyone turned around and expressed their heartfelt thanks to the divine envoy.

If the other party hadn't taken action to awaken their confidence and hope, they might have become food for monsters at this moment.

While thanking the divine envoy, my heart was filled with deep curiosity and awe for the deity behind it.

The refugees wanted to know the name of that great god, and they would surely pay tribute to him from time to time in the future.

When the refugees asked, the envoy shook his head and showed a profound attitude.

Such behavior makes people feel unfathomable, thinking that the names of gods cannot be easily revealed.

However, this is not the case. The main reason for not telling everyone is that the monks themselves do not know whether gods exist.

They used the name of gods to trick a group of refugees into following their orders, but the alliance's script did not tell them who the fictional gods were.

This is not a problem and will not affect the plan.

Perhaps it won't be long before these refugees will know that it is actually the Alliance of the Lost who saves them.

As the black fog continued to spread, the black fog covering the neon city began to slowly dissipate and subside.

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

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

There are also many fragmented skeletons and strange corpses scattered in the wilderness.

Some of these skeletons and corpses are indigenous people, and most of them are monsters.

The group's continuous bombing could not help but harm the Neon City, and also caused fatal damage to the monsters in the fog.

The Fano Group's approach actually helped Neon City and effectively curbed the growth and spread of monsters.

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

(End of this chapter)