Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

About 15 minutes after a certain Bishop of Liberia left, the Agor girl, who was finally tired after continuing the same posture, spread her legs and feet lying on her side, lying on the bed.

The small bubble is connected to the nose, trembling and undulating rhythmically with the breathing, the small mouth is slightly opened, and is lured by the food next to it so that the saliva flows out...

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Four shifts~

46/9 (probably xw x)

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Volume Two, Columbia: Chapter 150, Secret Letter from Rhodes Island

Zhang Zhiqing used the terminal to arrange a new task for himself. Jeston thought he was trying to plot against him again, but after hearing it, he realized that it was just an errand.

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Jeston rushed to the back hill where the Black Mountain berthed, the entrance of a factory building in a completed state.

Even though it's far away,

You can also see the anxiety and uneasiness on the face of the building administrator.

"Is this factory finally finished?"

"Afterwards, the screw-tightening assembly line will be newly opened?"

"Production, it is important to keep in mind. Workers, unite the class."

"Dude why are you talking like that?"

"So cool!!"

Several Haizi players are finishing the construction as if no one else is there, just waiting to take over the signed food processing factory, (don’t scream), (don’t distort), (sunshine pointing), (don’t scream), (don’t distort) , (sunshine pointing).

"It's okay, these are just bionic robots."

Jeston came to the building administrator with a smile, saw the white-collar sweating nervously, and half-jokingly said.

"As long as you don't look them in the eye—"

"Cough, uh... Mr. Xian! Please sign here!"

People always have some bad tastes, but Jeston also distinguishes between primary and secondary. He took the document sheet, signed it and handed it to the other party, and then lamented the limit of Terra's physical fitness.

"Comrade, you have to study. Knowledge, arm yourself."

"That npc just ran away like this? Why didn't we send out missions for so long just now?"

"Some NPCs have pure atmosphere, you still don't understand that?"

Several sea descendants chattered tirelessly, but Jeston ignored them. These seemingly distorted alien creatures were terrifying only on the outside, but inside they were all ordinary people (only ordinary people from Black Mountain employees).

Even I was taken aback at first.

Stepping over the sand and stones, walking up the hillside,

Most of today's Sarkaz went to the lottery machine to entertain the lottery draw, so he will be free until the evening at least.

When the employees of Montenegro say,

Although we have to face a group of "Black Mountain employees" who are mentally abnormal and immortal at some level,

But work is unexpectedly leisurely,

Squat down, face the hot wind, and face down the hillside.

The wind was still as hot as ever, but the sand contained in it was much less than before. Jeston fumbled for the cigarette case, looking at the long purple "windbreak belt" on the desert in the distance.

There are many desolate lands that cannot be developed and utilized on Terra.

But there are very few people who are really willing to devote themselves to governance and restoration.

Jeston couldn't figure out why Zhang Zhiqing chose to do this. It was to shelter and hire infected people, to prevent wind and fix sand, and to intervene in other people's mess.

ask him to think,

Since these Black Mountain employees can have this kind of immortality and want to make money, why not just build a mercenary company?

Wouldn't it be faster to earn money this way?

"……hiss…………"

Illusion?Why do I always feel that the branches of those purple trees are moving?

Is it because of the wind?

His nostrils were a little dry. Jeston took out a cigarette from the crumpled cigarette box, and just as he put it in his mouth, a lighter came to him.

"...? Thickness?"

"Hey~ Master, how fast is the apprentice?"

"...how do you know where I am?"

"Don't we come here often~?

rattling,

Involuntary flames light cigarettes,

The Caprini youth squatted down with a certain former killer with a smile,

Warm closeness overwhelms someone a bit.

"Master is here to see the scenery?"

"...I just want to watch the hair blowing, but didn't you win the first prize? Hmph,"

"Why, do you want to give it to someone else?"

"Half close~~"

The short burnt brown hair reveals spiral horns.Sitting cross-legged, Jun Lang's eyebrows turned into satisfied smiles.

"Junior Brother Hua wants it so much, so I'll let him go first. I'm a little annoyed at teasing him, hehe...I just paid someone for it."

"...You gave up the first prize?" Jeston was incredulous.

"Life is born to be happy, Junior Brother Hua is a little bit less than me, but it's not bad, he should be able to help with the experience because of the first prize."

"Master, it would be bad if you are not happy for the sake of a single gain."

The young man's smile was as calm as boiling water...Jeston was inexplicably nervous for a moment, he kept silent and took a few puffs of cigarettes to calm his fluctuating mind.

On the dirt road under the hillside, a convoy of trucks passed slowly.

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Volunteers on the Montenegro are true heroes,

Old Joseph stood by several new graves, recalling that miraculous night... The young volunteers returned with high spirits, fought bloody battles with the mob, and confronted the wicked. He could hardly believe his eyes...

They are undoubtedly heroes,

idealistic herald of this chaotic, man-eating land,

They have more futures, greater possibilities,

Using these heroes, Joseph even felt unworthy.

However, although all were saved,

But there is still a cruel thing.

Putting a few wild flowers in front of the grave of the deceased, he looked back and looked at the more living people crowded around the wall of the camp,

 …………There is not enough shelter in the Vilas refugee camp………

I tried my best to distribute them, so that the weakest and most vulnerable among the rescued women and children lived in the camp, but many people still had nowhere to live and could only sleep in shacks outside the walls.

Amidst the wind and dust, two little girls of the Castel tribe could be seen standing in front of the gate of the camp, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder,

The little head is like the "Watching Wind Grass" born on the edge of the cliff in a fairy tale, looking forward, hoping that the person in my heart will appear soon.

It's a pity that Terra can be anything, but it's not a fairy tale. After a while, the "hero" in the story still hasn't appeared...

"Yana, go back..."

The clothes on the two children were equally torn, and if they were put in the city, they would not be as valuable as a doll miniature from a wealthy family.

"As you said, they probably won't come..."

The little spar-grown hand held the same hand, and Tiffany stared at the eyes of the lop-eared bunny under the temples, received a negative answer, and then looked at the boundless wasteland again in embarrassment.

The last scene of Huangtu Town stopped in the purgatory fire scene,

Like other women and children, Tiffany was rescued by Montenegro. She successfully reunited with her lost friend Yana, and then returned to the original point, the Vilas refugee camp.

The tumbleweeds flew away, taking Tiffany's memory away.

Yana, who can no longer speak, described three figures for her,

Brave and just, mild and friendly ex-angel of Gaul,

Rescued her from the fire and took care of her, but Tiffany, who was familiar with Yana, did not dare to make any big moves at this time, because she knew that the four-day wait was not enough for a person who was full of expectations. The size is a metaphor for the ending of going to Huangtu Town and not returning for four days.

If the angels are really as strong as Yana described, the townspeople who command the strong to bully the weak are certainly no match, and the angels may survive the conflict.

But does this also mean that the angels voluntarily choose not to come back when they are fully aware of their own safety?

Thinking of this, a bitter sympathy of being abandoned extended to Tiffany's body, causing her to hug the little rabbit Yana tightly, her slender shoulders covering her head with drooping ears.The idea was so vicious that even Tiffany herself felt guilty.

"...It's okay, Yana,...it's okay, I'll accompany you..."

At this moment, several car honking like dawn broke the narrow scene of the two relying on each other. The truck drove into the temporary camp, and before the vehicle stopped, several figures tumbled from the rear compartment to the ground.

The leading angel raised the brim of his bowler hat, and when he saw the two little rabbits guarding the hillside, he yelled belatedly.

"Yana!!!"

"...Uh, ah!"

The two sides rushed to hug each other, and other angels also moved closer, and three of them were "fresh faces" in Yana's impression.

"Yoyo, isn't this the old one? I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you think so?"

"Go, labor and management are rare, do you care about me?"

"A brave man risks his life, not his conscience!"

Yana looked at the three new faces, two men and one woman in costumes, each with their guardian guns, under the light of the halo, they looked extraordinarily peaceful and serene.

so good~~

Wordless luster flowed through her eyes, she tugged on D1's sleeve, and pointed out Tiffany who was hiding behind and hesitated.

"so good,"

Standing at the back, D2 Qi showed two rows of teeth, and thanked Lin Yun beside him with a fist.

"Thank you Lin Ge for your great support!"

"Hands up."

The bumps of the truck made the two people standing together a little dusty, but their eyes were shining with their own light.

"She and her friends have been waiting for you."

"The name, I asked Ifrit. They are all Victorians, and they lived here because of the Londinium War."

Ifrit refers to the yellow-haired girl in the Vilas refugee camp, who is famous on the forum because she seamlessly blends in with the players and can't tell the real from the fake.

Back then, I thought of her as a player and asked how could I go offline safely...