After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

Around the bonfire square, people in linen robes said in panic, "I escaped from Autumn Moon City. Before 15 years ago, Autumn Moon City was swallowed up by the evening tide, it was the same as it is today!"

"It's coming again!"

"What are the consul and the Resolution Council doing? Why haven't the information been made public! Immediately issue an order to abandon the city and flee!"

Someone accused angrily with panic in their eyes.

Aurora City can persist for nearly 200 years in the era of lightless disasters, and naturally has its own unique management and decision-making model.

However, no matter whether it is the consul who is the strongest on the outside of this city——

Or it may be that senior and respected member of the resolution committee.

In the face of the coming twilight tide at this moment, it will not give the residents of Aurora City the slightest sense of security.

"Abandon the city and flee? How to escape?"

"We are already the only gathering place within hundreds of miles around here!"

"If you don't have one within a few hundred miles, then continue heading south! A few years ago, there were homeless people who mentioned that there are still some relatively safe and stable strongholds in the south of the kingdom!"

"That was all 20 years ago! Who knows what the situation in the South will be like 20 years later, and whether those strongholds that were safe and stable at that time have fallen now!"

Men in linen robes quarreled angrily.

In the face of a disaster, it seems that only by turning the fear in my heart into accusations against my companions can I temporarily forget my fear.

"Furthermore, exiled for thousands of kilometers in the darkness of the Lightless Disaster, even the youngest and strongest mid-level powerhouses will face many difficulties! Not to mention the frail children and the elderly!"

"Have you ever thought about how many people will die along the way?"

"It's better to stay and find a way to resist the twilight tide!"

In the face of accusations, the person who had raised the idea of ​​fleeing did not back down.

"Stay to fight the twilight tide? What's the difference between that and slow death?"

"The big cities that were garrisoned by legends at the beginning could only drink their hatred in the tide of the evening tide. Even if we resist once, how long can we resist?"

"The ruins of the deserted cities around you are ironclad evidence!"

escape.

Or stick to it.

Such disputes have broken out many times in Aurora City.

From the unintentional chats among the people to the debates at the highest-level resolution meetings, they have never stopped, and they have never been answered.

"and--"

The person from before changed the subject——

"How do you know that the Consul and the others are not secretly preparing an escape plan?"

"The number of dusk creatures in the same area is limited. Once the siege officially starts and the battle breaks out, there will inevitably be a relatively blank period in the surrounding area."

"At that time, it will be the best node for a small number of elites to escape."

"As for us—"

"Maybe it's just an abandoned child who was specially abandoned in the city to attract the attention of the creatures of the dusk for the small group of people to survive!"

As soon as such words came out, the debate in the square suddenly became much quieter.

The current catastrophe has always been the best soil for conspiracy theories to breed.

Even if the consul and the resolution will lead Aurora City to stand firm for nearly 200 years, the prestige has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But at this moment, all the people can't help but have such thoughts——

If the escape plan is true, will the top management inform themselves?

The answer is obviously no.

Whether it is firewood, food or fresh water reserves in Aurora City are extremely limited.

Moreover, the migration of a large number of people will attract the attention of the dusk creatures, thus forming a siege.

The evacuation of the whole city was not feasible from the very beginning.

And if you can only choose to sacrifice the vast majority of people to let a small number of people evacuate...

Then.

Who can guarantee that the person chosen must be himself...

From the time this sentence was spread, the seeds of doubt had been planted in everyone's hearts.

then.

As the disaster is resolved bit by bit, it gradually thrives.

..

Seeing the results of his own words has planted the seeds of doubt in the hearts of many people.

The man who had previously spoken out about the conspiracy theory was also quite satisfied.

After all, the more desperate you are.

The more you lose trust in your managers——

Then people will be more eager to rely on external forces and outsiders to redeem themselves.

When troubled times and natural disasters come, it is the fertile soil for the flourishing of religion and belief, which has been the case since ancient times.

He stood on the high platform with a pious and compassionate face, overlooking the crowd, and spoke slowly.

"Everyone, please listen to me."

"Under such a dark and hopeless environment, only by believing in the supreme God of the Sea and Storm can we be freed from this endless disaster!"

And his chanting seemed to be an order.

All of a sudden, another preacher stepped onto the stage one after another and began to preach.

..

On the high platform, the debate among many preachers intensified.

They are all favored by the gods who claim to have been favored by the gods, and they firmly believe in their beliefs.

He is sparing no effort to preach, and wants the people in Aurora City to fall into the arms of the Lord they believe in.

And at this moment, under the pressure of the evening tide, the entire city is about to collapse——

Indeed, more and more people began to listen to the missionaries' preaching and became potential believers.

Not far from the square where the Blue Fire Altar is located——

In a pale, stone tower made of huge white stones.

The middle-aged man with gray sideburns stood at the top of the stone tower, silently watching what happened in the square.

"Those missionaries are starting to confuse people again..."

"Francis, do you want to..."

A hoarse female voice came from behind the middle-aged man.

"Need not."

The middle-aged man named Francis spoke very briefly and shook his head slightly.

"You and I both know in our hearts that with the material reserves of Aurora City and the strength of extraordinary people, it is impossible to withstand the tide of dusk for too long."

"And the gods in the mouth of those missionaries...maybe have hidden dangers of one kind or another."

"However, even degenerate and crazy gods are still existences that once ascended the throne of God."

"As the No.20 third consul of Aurora City, in order to continue the civilization of this city—"

"In order to live up to the 200 seniors who died on the job in the past 22 years..."

"Then no matter how unreliable and ridiculous the option seems."

"I also have to do my best to try every possibility..."

The husky female voice fell silent.

And Francis just continued to watch everything in front of him calmly.

Unlike those new generations who knew nothing about the past, as the consul who carried the weight of the city's 200-year civilization, he was no stranger to the history of the cataclysm 200 years ago.

therefore--

Of course he knew.

Faith in God..

How much risk is hidden in it, and how much disaster will it bring.

At the time of the cataclysm, the Orthodox Church that collapsed in an instant, and the believers who fell into out-of-control and madness, are bloody proofs.

but--

Aurora City has really been waiting for too long.

They couldn't afford to wait any longer.

Today, Francis must grasp at any straw.

Even if this life-saving straw might just be drinking poison to quench thirst, he would not hesitate to do so.

Francis continued to listen to the debate on the square for a while.

Then, he shook his head in disappointment.

Those preachers spoke clearly and wisely, and described the Lord in their mouth as omnipotent.

But in the final analysis, when it comes to specific promises, it is always the same set of words——

"After death, you can ascend to the Lord's eternal kingdom of God and enjoy a long life of peace, peace and disaster."

Such promises may be quite tempting for ordinary people.

After all, there is such a thing as reincarnation, whether you believe it or not.

If you only need to die once, then you can be freed from suffering and gain eternal life, then it is naturally a pretty good choice for an individual.

If you are alone, then you will believe it if you believe it. It is always a spiritual comfort.

However, as the consul of this city, in Francis' heart, the weight of this gray city has far surpassed his own life.

As for the continuation of Aurora City.

Such a promise is no different from a blank check——

Think about it too——

If there is really a solution to the Lightless Disaster, it will be able to protect Aurora City from the Lightless Disaster.

Then the catastrophe that caused the gods to bleed might not have happened.

Francis closed his eyes slightly.

When he opened it again, the disappointment in those eyes had completely faded away, replaced by indifference and calmness.

It's not that Francis has lost his humanity in this long night.

It's that he, as the city's consul, must learn to suppress his emotions.

This is his lack as a human being, but it is a necessary condition for being a decision maker.

"Seed Project."

"How are you preparing..."

The hoarse female voice behind him paused slightly.

"Seed candidates under the age of 20, in good health and with outstanding talent, have been screened..."

"That's good."

Francis nodded.

"Wait until the moment when the evening tide breaks out."