After resolving a crisis without incident, the team of more than 5,000 people moved on.

Gallo, on the other hand, entered a magical fast-forward state at this time, if it was just a calm march, as if it had turned on 233 times the fast forward, it skipped in the blink of an eye, and only when something happened, the speed would return to normal.

This situation is a bit similar to recalling a certain part of your journey, most of the boring time in the middle will be automatically ignored, leaving only those memorable scenes.

The duration of this memory is also very long, and with fast forward, two weeks have passed quickly.

Except for the necessary rest, supplies and battles, this team has been silently hurrying all the time, but no one knows where they are going, Victor does not know, and neither does the archbishop who leads the team, they simply follow the footsteps of the angels.

The expedition continues...

Starting from the holy city of Andor, the stronghold of the Cult of Creation, they crossed mountains and bridges to the southwest into a vast plain called the 'Land of Colors'.

The terrain is flat, the water and soil are abundant, and the climate is pleasant, and it has become a settlement of various human civilizations.

At this time, there was no unified government on the continent like empires or religious states, and people mostly lived in separate forms, in the form of kingdoms, city-states, or tribal chieftains.

The colorful land is home to countless factions of all kinds, and if you mark them in different colors on the map, it will look like a colorful and chaotic palette.

These forces range from large to small, with large numbers of more than 100,000 people and small forces of only a few hundred people, and they all have different cultures and atmospheres, different social systems, and different beliefs.

It can be said that this colorful land is the real cultural center of human civilization in this period, and such as the Creation God Cult, can really only be regarded as a rural sect.

The Creation God taught them this expedition to carve out a territory of their own in the heart of human civilization?

However, this team has been wandering in the plains for a long time, visiting some friendly forces, and exterminating some underworld forces that are not long-sighted, but they have not stopped and continue to move forward.

It seems that these places passing through did not satisfy the angels.

But no one complained, and all of them remained as passionate and exuberant as they had set out, without feeling tired or impatient, for the angels were with them all the time.

They saw the expedition as a pilgrimage.

This is also related to the angels who have been protecting them, with all kinds of magic spells descended by the angels themselves, even the ordinary porters of the baggage team have become super soldiers with infinite strength, tireless and fearful, and extremely loyal.

Encountering all kinds of hostile forces that are not long-sighted on the way, if there is no high-level existence to protect them, they don't need angels to take action, and the believers are enough to exterminate them.

Victor punished a city-state that did not know what to do, they numbered more than 30,000 people, but they still maintained a very primitive ancestor worship, and the city lord forbade them to pass through the city with large numbers and fairly well-built walls.

Originally, the team planned to bypass by, but when the other city lord saw that they were actually cowardly, he dared to openly laugh at the angel's asymmetrical wings, ridiculing him for being a funny birdman.

This probably means that your ancestors are really powerful, right?

So the leading archbishop asked Victor and the other two war bishops to come forward, and the three of them walked slowly to the other side's city walls, and slowly performed the magic of war in the face of a storm of arrows and spears.

God is as powerful as a mountain, foolish judgment, and purifying light.

Then the team swaggered away.

As for this city-state, it naturally disappeared quietly in the long river of history...

With such a strong combat power, the entire expedition process can be said to be uneventful, no one quit halfway, and there were no casualties, but the number of troops is gradually increasing, from the initial 5,000 to 8,000.

Most of these are new believers who willingly join the sect after witnessing the divine power of the angels.

There weren't many times when an angel was needed, and he only struck three times in total, and he used three eighth-order divine arts: the Heavenly Punishment Sword, the Holy Wrath, and the Hammer of Judgment.

Every time, it only takes a magic spell to solve the problem.

And this happens to be the three magic techniques that Gallo used when he transformed into a one-horned angel and fought against the Star God Container Bigmouth Flower.

With the demonstration of the angel, Gallo also recalled the other two magic skills smoothly.

So although this memory is long, it doesn't seem to have alleviated Gallo's symptoms, but the harvest is more than before, which is equivalent to easily learning three powerful magic skills that others use as hole cards to press the box.

The team traveled in the colorful land for more than two months, and finally left the plain from the southwest with more than 10,000 men.

Victor thought that this expedition was over, and everyone came out and took a turn, showing off their muscles to the outside world, showing the divine power of the angels and the brilliance of our lord, gathering a large number of believers, and should be able to return to China.

It must have been a large-scale missionary activity.

But when the team came to a barren land that was originally deserted, the angel suddenly stopped.

"This is it."

He spoke aloud to the crowd, and then spread his wings and flew into the clouds, looking down at the land beneath his feet.

"This is our new holy city, the future kingdom of God on earth."

His voice floated down from the clouds and reached everyone's ears.

After bursting into excited cheers, the people present hurriedly knelt down and bowed to the sky.

And the angels were in the air, and began to chant prayers:

"There should be light in this place, salvation in this place, hope in this place..."

"May I do my duty as my lord, and become the light of my lord, and give salvation and hope to this land..."

"In the name of Gallo, declare that this land is an eternal pure land, protected by me, and will not be touched by filthy evil and darkness..."

"May the light of our Lord shine here!"

Although He was on high, everyone below heard His voice and hurriedly shouted in unison:

"May the light of our Lord shine here!"

So a faint pillar of light really descended from the sky, gently brushing everyone, slowly spreading outward, and finally drawing a standard square on this barren land.

With the arrival of light, after hundreds of years of history, Gallo also keenly felt a majestic and powerful aura and fluctuations.

Is this a miracle?