The imperial capital of China, the suburbs, is far away from the city, and there are not many people living here, and there are several villages scattered across the vast land, which look like a few stars embedded in the endless night.

Of course, these villages only exist very close to the imperial capital city, no matter how far away, no matter how far away they are, they will exceed the enveloping range of the imperial capital city defense array, and without the protection of the large array, and if you are not a professional, you don't know which night, you will be torn to pieces by the monsters wandering in the wilderness.

Although there are no too powerful monsters in the country, and the border between Huaxia and the Abyss has also been pushed to the location of the original catastrophic spatial rift Satan's Eye, there are still many ordinary monsters scattered in the outside of the major cities.

It's not that no strong people have been sent to clean up, at least since the counterattack on the monsters, to the determination of the border, there have been ten cleaning operations, and the ones who shot were either the peak of the marquis or the real duke of the Holy Throne.

I don't know why, new dimensional rifts rarely appear in the city, and places far away from the city will open small dimensional rifts from time to time, leaving a bunch of weak monsters behind.

The small dimensional rift is easy to solve, and it stops in place, but any strong person who comes into contact with the laws of space can quickly locate its existence and close it.

But monsters are different, after coming out of the dimensional crack, they will run around, so they need to comprehend a complete law trajectory, and then they can use the powerhouses of the realm to clean up.

Because such a strong person can do a large-scale scan with the help of the field, ensuring that there will be no fish that slip through the net.

And a marquis peak, or even a duke-level powerhouse, is an indispensable and powerful combat force no matter what country he is in, and it is impossible to send many weak monsters who run around in the wilderness every day to sweep away the remnants.

It would be fine if a duke could complete the cleaning of the whole country, but the opening of dimensional rifts is irregular, maybe just after cleaning an area, when going to another area, a new dimensional crack appears in the previously cleared place.

Mobilizing too many dukes and marquis-level powerhouses to sweep away weak monsters in the territory of the country will lead to the emptiness of the border garrison, and those powerful monsters that exist outside the border will be much more threatening than those weak monsters if they enter the country.

This is also destined to only regularly clean up the monsters in the country to prevent them from forming a certain scale, but not completely cut off. For example, large vehicles such as trains and airplanes that can carry a large number of people at a time can also be guarded by powerful professionals to prevent them from being attacked by monsters in the wild.

And every village is guarded by a strong man? That's not enough at all, it's better to move those villages into the radiation range of the city's big array. After all, these villages are indispensable, and the people living in the cities still need food after all, and these areas outside the city that can also be protected by the city protection array have become necessary food supply areas.

In this way, these countless small food supply areas, coupled with the food produced by super-large farms guarded by special strong people, will probably be enough for the consumption of the whole country.

But this is also the case that some powerful professionals of the wood system need to cast spells to spawn, such as before the apocalypse, the rice in the north can only be harvested once a year, and with the intervention of professionals, it can reach four crops a year in the large plantations in the north.

On the outskirts of the city, fields are lined up one after another, and the turquoise crops are like the ocean, and a gust of wind blows, bringing bursts of wheat fragrance.

Surrounded by dozens of fields, a small village sits there, mostly ordinary brick houses, and at noon, smoke rises from the chimneys, carrying the slightest smell of food.

The houses are connected together in a circle, and in the center of the circle is a house that is very different from the other cottages.

This room looks very luxurious, in the open space at the door, listening to many cars, the outer layer of the car faintly has crystal runes flickering, releasing the breath of spiritual power.

Every car is a luxury, different from ordinary cars that are often inside, these are famous cars with protective measures, with spirit stones as energy, even if there is no professional to follow and guard, driving on the field, the scattered demons cannot break through the rune shield and cause damage to the body of the car.

"Knock, knock, knock!" A dull voice sounded in the mansion, and a man in a pitch-black robe, whose face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, walked slowly onto the stage.

In the center of the mansion, a rudimentary altar is piled up with dark stone slabs, and bright lights shine from the incandescent lamp, illuminating the whole house.

Underneath the altar, many people face the altar with their heads bowed, their hands clasped in front of their chests, and make prayers.

The costumes of these people were simple and not as conspicuous as the luxury cars outside the house, and the clothes were based on black with some white patterns sewn on them.

Although the clothes are simple, they are very clean and neat, and their faces are also very ruddy, and they look like they have a good family background, and there has never been a lack of food and clothing.

The black-robed man walked up to the stage and stretched out his hand in the air, and a cloud of green light quickly burst out from the center of the altar, and the green light surged into the sky, scattered into countless small balls, thinking about splashing around.

Each green ball of light melted into a person's body, and the person who got the light group couldn't help but raise his head, revealing the pleasant, addict-like smile on his face.

After the green light, a blue flame emerged from the center of the altar, blazing, but as if it had no temperature.

The black-robed man looked coldly at the crowd below, under the effect of the green light, those people slowly began to twist their bodies, as if they had lost their minds, many people could not help tearing their clothes, and for a while, the whole room was filled with an obscene atmosphere.

He didn't react to anything that was happening underneath, and the man in black raised his hand, and his sleeve robe slipped off, revealing his palm, which was more white bone than a palm.

The flesh on the palm of the hand had completely faded, leaving only five white bone fingers.

The bone finger was raised, and it was slightly towards the center of the altar, and then a trace of scarlet blood floated from everyone in the audience, converging towards the center of the azure flame.

The flames that devoured a lot of blood suddenly expanded, forming a curtain of light, in which a figure with his back to the altar quietly appeared, speaking something in a language completely different from the language known to man.

The man in black tilted his head sideways, as if listening carefully, and nodded slightly.

After a long time, the flame trembled violently, shrunk back into tiny bunches, and burned silently on the altar.

The man in black was silent for a while, his bone palm stretched out, and the volley clenched slightly, and a wooden staff slowly condensed and formed in his palm.

He lifted his staff, and the bottom of the staff slammed against the altar with a dull sound, and then an invisible ripple spread from where the staff touched the altar.

Offstage, the crowd who were dancing wildly suddenly came into contact with the ripples, seemed to have woken up from the madness, unconsciously put on their clothes again, lowered their heads, and stood in the center of the hall with their hands hanging down, like a dead corpse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Lord has given us gifts, not to dwell on them and wake up."

The black-robed man pestled the ground again and said to everyone in the audience.

Almost as soon as he spoke, everyone woke up from their coma one after another, raised their heads, and looked at the blue flames in the center of the altar, their faces becoming more respectful.

"Alright, have received the gift of the Lord, and then enjoy the feast, which is the Lord's sacrament on the earth, praise my Lord."

"Praise my Lord."

Amid the sparse shouts of praise, several men dressed as maids entered through the doorway, pushing small carts of fine porcelain with dishes.

The maid quickly put the dishes on the table, and a group of people sat down at several tables and began to eat them.

In the middle of the feast, a wealthy merchant slowly walked to the black-robed man with a wine glass and a cane.

"Praise my Lord, Prophet, I have been in much better health since I received the gift of the Lord, and I don't know when the next ceremony will be, but I have prepared the sacrifice, which is twice the amount."

"Thank you for your dedication, my lord will not ignore the contributions made by any of his people, especially a devout disciple like Boss Zhang, but it will take a little time for us to communicate with the lord, and it will take some time for others to prepare sacrifices."

As he spoke, the black-robed man stretched out his finger and pointed slightly towards the center of the altar, and a trace of brilliance poured out of the azure flames.

I don't know when his original bone-like fingers have been covered with flesh and blood, and they are no different from normal people.

A few strands of flame were separated from the flames, and two flame threads were wrapped around a blue crystal that flew out of the flames and levitated in the hands of the black-robed man.

"This is the spirit crystal you want, my lord never disappoints the devout believers."

The rich merchant reached out and picked up the crystal, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bloom with a slight smile.

"Praise be to the Great Lord, these are some of my offerings to the Lord, and I beseech the Prophet to take them."

The rich merchant smiled as he took off a ring from his finger and handed it to the black-robed man.

The black-robed man's heart moved, and a soul power swept over the ring, and his entire body suddenly stiffened.

But soon, he relented and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Praise the great Lord, this is exactly what the Lord needs, thank you for your dedication."

"Praise my Lord if it is needed!"

The rich merchant gently rubbed the tip of his cane with his hand, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking something.

"Praise be to my Lord, and peace and joy be upon all believers, and eternal life."