Europe, North Sea coast.

Successive tsunamis and earthquakes have ravaged buildings along the coastline again and again.

When the wind and waves calmed down and the alien warship turned into an iron mountain and stood majestically in the deep sea, the European continent had to endure the baptism of insects again.

For a while, it was a paradise for these giant crawlers.

The tsunami had drowned too many people, countless dead bodies were lying on the ground, and they became a sumptuous lunch for the soaked soldiers and insects that had emerged from the water.

The wide avenue in the afternoon sun has become a hotbed for them to play and lay eggs after a full meal.

That tragic scene has become a nightmare for many people to wake up from their sleep countless times.

After all, the state apparatus was still there, and after a moment of panic, they quickly reacted, although the physique and armor of the giant insects were powerful, they still moved away from the crowd under the flat push of the army's bullets and bullets, and shrank in the area where the troops were difficult to reach.

However, reconstruction efforts in the aftermath of the disaster have been delayed by complex international disputes, which have displaced countless people and left no families to return.

In a complex of buildings far from the coast, where in addition to the intact rooms filled with people, an endless mass of tents was erected, and countless soulless and dispossessed people temporarily rested here, receiving bread and water that could barely satisfy their stomachs.

This is a freshly baked refugee camp inhabited by countless people of all colors, including civilians, villains, and thieves who fish in troubled waters.

Every day, there are people who can't wait to escape, and there are people who come in crying and full of hope, and the situation is very complicated.

Although it is only a small, humble refugee camp, this new little world also has its own order.

Without the normal legal constraints, there is an undercurrent in this camp for refugees under the rough management of the military, and countless people have formed gangs and factions, desperately trampling and squeezing the living space of others, just to seek a small profit for themselves.

The soldiers stationed there knew these things at a glance, but as long as nothing big happened, no one would meddle in them. With the shortage of manpower and materials, and the gifts of gold, silver and jewelry from the gang leaders have long since silenced their mouths, nothing is more important than their own interests in this precarious world.

But in the depths of this refugee camp, which is full of ugliness, **, and oppression, it is very miraculous to have a holy place that is not defiled by sin.

It is a place of prayer and confession for a considerable part of the refugees in this camp, a small and simple church.

God knows how many people don't feel like they've found their faith until they've come here, and their hearts are filled with peace and joy.

It was a nameless church, secluded in the depths of the complex, peaceful and peaceful, with two young men and women who did not know whether they were clergy or not.

Pain is the most thought-provoking and easy to indulge in faith, and although these two young people who have no origin have attracted some doubts, under their auspices, the ordinary prayers have also exuded an indescribable charm, so that these people who are immersed in grief can easily get rid of their sorrows, as if their hearts have been soothed by God.

This was the most powerful reason, and even the leaders of the garrison expressed their acquiescence to the existence of these two illegal clergy.

Therefore, although they were only two young men and women of unknown origin, they were able to easily gain a foothold in this refugee camp and develop more and more believers and followers.

This has even caused some people to feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.

In the early morning, the sun gradually pours on the small courtyard of the church.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes held a Bible in his hand and solemnly preached the word of God to the congregation.

His voice was gentle and mellow, and although it was not very loud, it gently reached the ears of every believer.

The camp was not well stocked, and the small church did not have all the red tape of a typical church prayer.

The devout believers lined up from the inside of the church to far outside, and everyone held their breath and listened quietly to the young man's speech, with an indescribable admiration and devotion in their expressions.

Most of the faithful did not come in person, the place was so small that they usually came to pray once every seven days to make room for "worship" for other believers. On a normal day, I would prepare on time in my room and tent, and pray quietly in the direction of the church.

Rao has such an arrangement, and the area of the church is becoming more and more cramped, and it is crowded by more and more believers.

Most of the believers were ordinary civilians, but even some thugs with blood on their hands were prostrate at the feet of the faith, and they were full of trust in this small church and the two young priests.

"Alright, that's all for today's prayers!"

The young man closed his Bible and smiled mildly at the believer.

He had already "eaten" today, and the special meditation method had allowed him to accumulate enough magic power, even if he had more faith food, he would not be able to digest it.

There is no doubt that he is a contractor, a "priest" professional.

Hearing his words, the believers reluctantly greeted him one after another, and walked out of the church one by one.

The young man stood quietly in the empty church with a Bible in his hand, and for a long time the words came out, "Who are you?" Have you been snooping outside and looking for us what's the matter? ”

As his words fell, a middle-aged black man with a scruffy beard slowly walked into the church with an embarrassed expression, "I didn't expect that in such a small refugee camp, there are also masters like you!" If it weren't for a friend's introduction, I really can't imagine that the two contractors of the highest achievements in the entire Western civilization would actually be two priests! To introduce myself, I'm the Magician Good, who has just been promoted to a C-rank contractor and become a soldier with the rank of 'corporal'! ”

As he spoke, he tapped his finger lightly, and a cluster of orange-red magical flames gently ignited from his fingertips, and with a flick of his hand, the magical flame came out of his hand and hit the earthy ground on its own.

As soon as the magic flame touched the ground, it exploded into a tiny spark, burning slightly on the ground, burning a small black trace and gradually extinguishing.

The power is quite pitiful.

Goode shrugged helplessly, "As you can see, although I am a magician, but my magic is really miserable, although the magic elements in reality are gradually recovering, but after all, they are still too thin, you can see me as a magician who can do some vindictiveness, or you can think of me as a knight who can do some magic tricks, it doesn't matter, after all, with the assistance of space, we are too different from magicians in the traditional sense, spiritual power communicates magic elements, Life energy is pure from the essence of martial arts, and everyone is a genius of demonic and martial arts dual cultivation! ”

The blond-haired and blue-eyed young man couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Mr. Goode, you are so humorous, my name is Charlie, and I am a corporal. I'm a priest and a psychic mancer, you should have seen my missionary technique, or bewitching technique, I am slightly luckier than you, the power of psychic magic is not inferior in this real world than in the story world. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and led the way in front of him, and said to himself, "My sister, she should still be in the space and hasn't come out yet, you are the first person to come here after receiving the invitation, so sorry, it was a bit rude just now, you may not know that our missionary behavior is very unpopular with some thugs here, those gangsters are not simple, and they also have the existence of contractors." We have a few contractors in the Western camp, and my sister is not willing to do too much senseless killing, so those little gangsters have been doing more and more nonsense lately. ”

The two came to a secret room at the back of the church, and Charlie pressed it lightly in an inconspicuous corner of the secret room, then nodded and said to Goode, "Please wait a moment, my sister will be here soon!" ”

Goode sat down on a chair unceremoniously, he casually glanced at the secret room twice and withdrew his gaze without interest, "Charlie, I heard from a friend that your sister received a systematic invitation to attend the joint meeting of soldiers, I don't know if this matter is true, I am very curious about this, I came here because of this, I don't know if you can tell me about it?" ”

Charlie nodded proudly and ashamedly, "Yes, my sister is one of the only three invitees to the joint conference in our Western camp, I heard my sister tell me about this meeting, this should be a very important qualification invitation, there are a total of a hundred invitees in the entire space, and we are the only Westerners who dominate the entire modern civilization, together with whites and blacks, there are only three of them!" ”

As soon as he said this, Goode's face couldn't help but darken, and his heart was very lost.

In fact, it is not only at the level of the contractor, there have been discussions in the space, saying that even the owner of the space is also a Chinese, and this Chinese is one of the three non-human people who have always settled in Pingyuan City, and the specific true face is unknown.

Among the three non-humans, Neon's Matsumoto-kun has already died in battle, and recently it has been rumored that he was also resurrected in the space, and directly occupied the first seat of the contractor, but he and the neon dwarves have a lot of dirt, and they have not yet been able to form a strong force, but there is a wise man's analysis, which is definitely a matter of time.

The last non-human, Russell in the state of Myria, is an Indian.

These three people, who should have been in a sense a class of non-people, all belong to the type that is very hostile to whites, and they also seem to indicate that the Western camp, which is dominated by white people, will not have any good fruit to eat.

As a black man who is a vassal of the whites, this is lying down and getting shot!

Goode sighed!

(To be continued)