The First Legion Commander tossed Nightheron to the side, grabbing the latter only because he felt that her telepathy was still useful until he could find Helicitus' true body.

And Purgatory finally revealed its true face in front of them.

Wherever Heriffith passed, a mouth-like rift grew in the ground, and wriggling, barbed tentacles sprung up from the "mouth", forming a forest of tentacles in their path.

This seemed to remind them that in order to catch up with Helifus, they first needed to pass the test from purgatory.

The scene in front of him made the First Army Commander even more determined to guess in his heart.

Helifus's special constitution was not a gift, but a seed planted in her body by that consciousness in order to bear the fruit of the Eclipse Cult in the future.

The creeping tentacles couldn't stop him, the kinetic chainsaw attached to the exoskeleton armor let out a sharp hiss, and the jet behind him pushed him into this treacherous forest, where he had faced countless dangerous sights, and no monster could stop him.

However, the behavior of the commander of the First Legion was a different scene in Song Lan's eyes.

He was yelling "Don't go, it's a trap!" He then threw the heron backwards, causing her to fall on the mound of hot sand, and before she could get up, he let out a roar and catapulted himself with his propulsion, wielding a kinetic chainsaw in a heroic ...... Fought with the air.

Song Lan originally thought that the commander of the First Army must be crazy, but judging from the way he fought, he seemed to be very crazy.

At least the First Legion Commander hadn't forgotten the experience he had accumulated in countless battles, dealing with the enemy in front of him in an orderly manner, and his actions even allowed Song Lan to vaguely guess the enemy he was facing at the moment—a wriggling tentacle, or something like a tree of flesh and blood.

This completely confused him.

"Am I wrong?"

He pointed to the empty glowing sea in front of him and turned to Lu Xiang for help.

"It's not your problem." Lu Xiang shook his head, "There's nothing ahead." ”

"No, no!"

At this time, the night heron covering her ass crawled up in pain, and she said, "Don't you see? Flowers grew where the archbishop walked! ”

The biography of the church is right, this is clearly a gift of fate.

It is a miracle to be able to give birth to new life in a land that represents ruin and death!

She excitedly pointed to the path paved with beautiful flowers, the radiant glow that seemed to be being absorbed by the plants, which were literally purifying the land, just as the archbishop had promised.

The archbishop said that she would eventually save the souls of all people from this land of suffering, so that they could return to the arms of "God the Father".

So the Captain of the First Legion was both puzzled and angry at the same time as he was wielding a kinetic chainsaw in his hand to destroy the miracles created by the archbishop, and after he had destroyed the vegetation, the radiation would spring up again.

"That tin can is crazy!"

She blamed the atrocities of the First Commander.

The chatter behind him could not stop the First Legion Commander from moving forward, he gradually mastered the rhythm of the battle, these paper tiger-like tentacles could not hurt him in the slightest, and what he had to do now was to fight his way out of this purgatory.

The stark differences between the two made Song Lan fall into deep thought.

He felt that he had encountered a futuristic version of the pony crossing the river, and the different sights seen by the First Legion Commander and the Night Heron seemed to be due to their differences in beliefs and their inner thoughts at the moment.

And the road ahead has not changed anything for him and Lu Xiang as pure passers-by.

He did, however, notice that the eyes growing from behind the armor of his exoskeleton were more closely connected to him every time the First Legion Commander swung the chainsaw, and the granules that looked like veins were spreading at a slow pace to the rest of the body, and he seemed unaware of it.

Song Lan didn't dare to arbitrarily assume that the commander of the First Legion and the night heron were crazy.

Because the pure passerby or atheist itself is also a position, this can only indicate that the road ahead will change accordingly according to the identity and beliefs.

In order to prove that she is sober, the night heron once again embarked on this path full of flowers without hesitation.

She was in a happy mood, and the bouncing appearance was in stark contrast to the bloody commander of the First Army.

For Song Lan, the road ahead was still hot, and he had to use spiritual energy as a barrier to protect himself and Lu Xiang in order to get through this place full of radiation pollution.

Despite the different approaches taken, their purpose has not changed.

The archbishop is ahead.

Everyone followed the shadow of the toy puppet in her hand, constantly moving towards the other side of the glowing sea, and in the process, her body was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, time was speeding up, and she gradually grew up from a little girl.

She changed into a proper rescue team uniform, and in this radiated purgatory, she was like a real angel.

In a short time, they came to the end of the road.

The First Legion Commander and the Night Heron stopped in unison, and the two of them had very different scenes reflected in their eyes.

The commander of the First Legion adjusted his equipment a little tiredly, the huge crater in front of him seemed to be the truth of this world, a figure that could only vaguely recognize the silhouette of a human stood in the deepest part of the huge pit, she held a scepter representing supreme power in her hand, her height had skyrocketed to nearly five meters after the mutation, her face had no facial features, only a rift that opened from the center, as if to swallow the whole world into her stomach.

Even the ground beneath her feet mutated, and the tormented spirits enclosed her in the center, forming a natural altar.

The figure that was moving forward eventually walked towards the monster and overlapped with her.

"Look, I didn't lie to you!"

Night Heron excitedly pointed to Helifus, who was surrounded by flowers and greenery, and couldn't wait for Song Lan and Lu Xiang to see the archbishop bathed in miracles, she believed that anyone who saw this scene in front of them would immediately believe that the archbishop was the messenger of the moon god.

Dressed in holy white robes, she was bathed in divine radiance, and the scepter in her hand brought life and hope to this barren land.

And in Song Lan's eyes......

That's Heliface, the archbishop of the Eclipse Cult, who looks no different from the illustrations of the doctrine.

She just stood calmly in place, waiting for the participants of the festival to come to her.

The two figures overlapped, and Heliface was watching them.

"Welcome to the end of this world."

The ethereal voice reached their ears.

It's a little Kaven today, and the two are adjusted for a day, forgive me!

The small theater is eighty-four:

Friday, noon.

Song Lan felt that the longest road she had traveled was Lu Xiang's routine, she first used the counterintelligence department to spread rumors, and then when he was at the end of his rope, she extricated him from the predicament as a rescuer.

But all this is a façade, he just goes from one predicament to another.

Just like now, he has to share a room with Lu Xiang's lonely men and widows.

"Minister Lu, it's work time, it's not good."

"Did I do anything?"

Lu Xiang looked at Song Lan with a smile, "I just want to discuss with you about tea art, after all, they all say that no one understands life better than you...... This is the tea I bought by someone, and it is said to have a good effect on beauty and health. ”

As she spoke, she handed the delicate teacup to Song Lan, and the cup exuded a sweet fragrance.

For some reason, the voice of "Song Lang, it's time to drink tea" suddenly appeared in Song Lan's mind.

"What, do you want me to feed you?"

Lu Xiang's smile was even worse.

“…… I'll do it myself. ”

Song Lan looked at the wolfberries floating on the tea, revealing an expression of resignation.

Lu Xiang's heart is known to passers-by!

(End of chapter)