Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, more than two weeks have passed.

Lin Sheng's retreat has completely disappeared, cut off from the outside world, and has always kept in touch with his family, who has a special person from the temple.

In order to facilitate the Lin Sheng movements that have been arranged long ago, report them to the family.

It sounds like he's busy with this today and this tomorrow. But in fact, it was all a fake show performed by Lin Sheng in order to arrange it properly and not let his family worry about it.

The real him has already fallen into a long sleep in the Holy Spirit Palace.

Two weeks is not too long, but not too short.

It's just that it's unclear how long Lin Sheng, the Holy Spirit King, needs to retreat.

For ordinary forces, Lin Sheng's disguise can indeed play a little role. But the top masters all have their own eyes and sensibilities.

The breath of the strongest is not something that can be pretended by camouflage alone.

Therefore, as soon as Lin Sheng's retreat disappeared, the Evil Spirit Hall and the Great Star Pool got the news almost immediately.

And some other doomsday doctrine sects that had been suppressed so much that they couldn't raise their heads because of Lin Sheng's presence also took the opportunity to hurry up to develop their followers.

All the restless forces see this as an opportunity.

The two holy cities, Shumington and Hengruikala, have developed to this extent, and they have long been a big piece of fat in the eyes of many people, or the level of fat.

No one else should be distracted.

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The third defense of Miga.

Motorcycles that run on fuel, forming a convoy, slowly walk and move in the black current fog.

All of them were wrapped in cloth and wore fully enclosed goggle-like glasses for their eyes.

Just by looking at the appearance, it is impossible to distinguish between men and women, young and old. Because all of them are shrouded in heavy protective clothing.

The motorbike convoy has traveled a constant distance, from one fortified city to another.

They are convoys of soul hunters, mobile messengers who risk their lives to walk between the fortifications.

In today's completely cut off satellite communications, the only way to communicate with each other is manpower.

At the front of the team, a petite team member was whispering to the captain who led the team.

"Every time I go to Acropolis Three, I feel a little wrong in my heart, it's lifeless. There was no hope in everyone's eyes, and it was a little scary. ”

"That's what makes it special. The captain said sullenly.

"Characteristic? If it weren't for the indiscriminate command of the city lord, how could the No. 3 Defense City fall to this point? Anyway, it's really miserable. The petite team member sighed.

Although her voice was through the mask, she could still hear the delicate voice, obviously a girl.

"It's none of our business. Just be yourself. The captain answered.

"What about the second fortification? Miga, we have integrated all the information, and there are only three fortifications in total, and the most special holy city that was discovered not long ago. I think Defense City No. 2 may be the most solid one to develop in the future. This is something that even the Holy City cannot match. ”

"You haven't been to the Holy City, how do you know what's going on there?" another member of the team next to him chimed in.

"I've never been there, I've heard of it. The girl was unconvinced, "The biggest function of the defense city is to protect everyone from erosion and persecution, and the second defense city is the only city that is completely under the control of our soul hunters, whether it is absorbing the strength of the members or sympathizing with the people's feelings, it is the second defense city that does the best."

I think if we get tired one day in the future and want to settle down, it's best to go to Defense City No. 2. Do you know what the other convoys call it now?"

"What?"

"The Acropolis of the Winds. ”

"Why is it called the Wind Auroris City?"

"Because the city lord of the second defense city is a gentle and good man codenamed Feng, and he is also one of the strongest soul hunters who have appeared so far. The girl explained.

"Okay, let's talk less when you're in a hurry. We don't have much water left without pollution. ”

After a few days of traveling in the fog of the Kuroshio Current, everyone had to eat drinking water and food with a very low contamination index during the rest period.

In this way, you can adjust your rest. Otherwise, even if they are soul hunters, they will be eroded by different degrees of black mist, and they will die faster than ordinary people at that time.

After the captain spoke, everyone fell silent again.

Keeping quiet is the most basic principle of rushing in the Kuroshio fog.

Because there are a lot of monsters that rely on hearing to hunt for life.

There are also quite a few monsters that make very little noise when they move. If you don't listen carefully and stay vigilant, I'm afraid you won't know how to die.

So everyone didn't dare to talk for a long time.

The procession slowly drove through the streets and the wreckage of buildings in the fog.

They seem to have entered the ruins of a human settlement.

The buildings around him were in dilapidation, broken in half. None of them are intact.

The convoy slowly drove through the ruined city, heading straight in the established direction.

And at the edge of the convoy, in a gloomy corner full of black current fog.

A gray-robed man with three star patterns was wrapped in black strips of cloth wrapped around his body, revealing only a pair of bloodshot brown eyes, staring at the motorbike convoy and moving away.

It stands in the dark, like a leopard about to hunt its prey, calm and calm.

"Acropolis ..... Soul hunter?" the gray-robed man let out a muffled laugh.

"Catch up and kill them. ”

Whoosh!!Whoosh!!

Suddenly, the shadow behind him suddenly lengthened, spiraled, became longer and thinner, split into more than a dozen thin black lines, and quickly chased after the convoy.

"O wretched man—" The gray-robed man did not look at the result, and turned and walked deeper into the dark shadows.

This is the Kuroshio, and he can't stay here for long. Hurry back after finishing your errands is the right way.

"The garbage that tries to challenge the original order will eventually become the dust of history and disappear!"

With a final sigh, the gray-robed man vaguely heard a scream in the distance.

"Only evil power is the right way. The garbage of the half-human and half-monster is also used as a useful tool. ”

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Acropolis No. 1.

In a well-ordered city, people put what they want to buy and sell on stalls in city squares and open spaces, as usual.

Then put up the pre-written quid pro quo wooden sign.

Ansel had just returned from outside the city, and as a member of the Soul Hunters, he was most interested in coming here every day to find what he liked.

Running on the deadly edge of stepping on a tightrope all the time, the soul hunters have an extremely unrestrained attitude towards money and resources.

After all, no one knows if they will die outside in the next action.

Therefore, if you have wine today and get drunk today, you never think about it in the future, as long as you have fun in time.

This has also led to the gradual emergence of some people who are too morally open and casual among the soul hunters.

They claim to be Eros believers, and often organize some ambiguous large heterosexual gatherings together.