In the wilderness ten miles away from the polar day.

A procession of monks from the City of Eternal Night is resting here.

No, it may not be appropriate to say that there is rest, because Saty, who led the team, is already a little unable to sit still, and the extremely impatient pacing back and forth has no intention of resting at all.

If it weren't for the situation, he would have led the team to break into the Polar Capital right now......

"What the hell is going on?!"

Although the current Bishop of Satie has lost his human appearance, he is completely a strange energy creature composed of extremely white moonlight, but the human face that he simulated with moonlight is clearly full of the words "Lao Tzu is very anxious".

"Didn't that miscellaneous piece in the Hanging City say that it was going to come over in advance...... I've been waiting for him for a long time and still haven't come......"

Bishop Satyr muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look back at the Polar Day.

Now.

The polar day was already shrouded in a gloomy scarlet rain cloud, and the sky over the whole city was filled with that strange red mist, and I don't know if the rain was that color in the first place, or because it passed through that red mist in the process of falling...... At a glance, the rain curtain was as red as blood.

"Something must have happened in the polar daylight......

Thinking of this, Satie became more and more restless, and the violent emotional changes caused her body to distort uncontrollably, constantly expanding and twisting, and then forcibly compressing back to its original state.

"Wait another half an hour...... If the crumbs of the Hanging City don't come again...... I'll take someone over there first......"

As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will win all battles.

The same is true in the inner world.

It is almost a well-known thing that all major sects have planted eyeliner in each other's spheres of influence, even if everyone has not said it on the surface, but as long as anyone with a little brain knows that ...... "eyeliner" is a good thing!

If it weren't for the [Moonlight Hermitage] and the [Turing Seminar] who had arranged hundreds of eyeliners in the Polar Day, they wouldn't have known that there would be so many things going on in the Polar Capital in the past few days......

In just a few days.

The monks in the polar capital are almost gone.

Although the reason given by them internally was to go to a nearby ancient ruin for penance, it would only take a few days at most, and after the penance, they would return to the Polar Day.

But this reason ...... Neither the people of Hanging City nor Eternal Night City will believe it.

Because this has never happened before, even if the monks want to go together for penance, they won't go to so many people at once, and even if they bring new people to practice, it is impossible for the entire monastery to go away, right?

So when I got this tip, Hanging Sky and Eternal Night directly held three online meetings on the theme of this matter, and finally came to the conclusion that it was necessary to go to the Polar Day as soon as possible to find out the truth, because at this juncture...... Any changes that occur during the polar day are likely to be related to deep space.

Although these monks have always stood in a neutral position, clearly preparing to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, who can guarantee that the deep space resuscitators have not come into contact with them?

If it's really for some reason......

The monastery is allied with deep space......

"This must not be allowed to happen."

The Pope told Sagar before he sent him, with caution and firmness in every word.

"We must get in touch with the monastery first, if we can ally with them before we can do it in deep space, if the deep space resuscitators have already made contact with them, then we can't hesitate...... Get ready for war. ”

That's what the Pope meant, and that's what the President of the Turing Workshop meant.

The temple is an object that must be fought for, but if the temple has the idea of leaning towards deep space, then there is no need to fight for this object, and it is the best solution to start a war against the temple first...... As for what some people put forward that peace is precious, if you can negotiate, don't fight, that's all fart.

The more it is delayed by the so-called big picture, the more terrifying the progress of the rise of deep space becomes.

If you don't break the wings of the Deep Space Resusciator first, destroy his right-hand man first and force him to show up...... If you wait another year and a half, maybe the eternal night and the old descendants in the sky will have to be killed by him!

A few days ago, Turing failed to intercept the deep space resuscitator, and that battle had already sounded the alarm for everyone.

The current Deep Space Revigator is only a sequence five, and in terms of sequence level, even the bishop of the [Moonlight Hermitage] can't be compared, but the ability he shows in actual combat is far beyond everyone's imagination...... It is no exaggeration to say that even the Pope is starting to get scared.

Judging from the growth rate of the resuscitator, I am afraid that if he rises one or two more sequence levels, the Pope will not feel that he may be able to do it.

Therefore, it is necessary to speed up the progress of encircling and suppressing the resuscitator, and no matter what, he can no longer be allowed to grow freely......

"Forget it...... Don't wait for him......"

Bishop Satyr finally lost his patience, and his heart became more and more uneasy as he looked at the churning scarlet rain clouds over the polar day.

And just as he was about to lead the "Moonlight Clan" behind him to the Polar Daylight Capital, he heard a crisp sound similar to a rattle, coming from the end of the distant wasteland without warning......

Satyr looked back.

I saw a few blurred figures at the end of the wasteland.

Like a ghost walking on a wasteland.

The figures looked so light and weightless that Satie didn't even feel them walking, as if their feet were off the ground, and they were coming in his direction at a breakneck speed.

Distances of several tens of kilometers.

For those gray figures, it was three breaths of time.

When Satie saw who it was, he first subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then an extremely irritable mood appeared in his heart.

"Didn't you say the time?! Why are you so late?! ”

"Busy."

There were five people from the end of the wasteland.

At least it seems.

Among them, four people of the same height and size were all dressed in heavy gray robes.

There is no difference in their physiognomy...... However, they have no appearance to speak of, after all, these four people have "tabula rasa" on their faces, they have no normal human facial features at all, and their entire faces are made of extremely smooth white plastic.

The most striking thing is the talisman with a breathing lamp attached to their foreheads...... Satie could tell at a glance that it was the work of the Society.

"Not an old ......"

Satie looked at the four strange people in front of him, he originally thought that this was the Hanging City, so he sent some more alchemists over, but after looking carefully for a while, he found that it didn't seem to be the case......

"Yin Mingzi...... These four ...... you brought with you Is it a helper? ”

"The palanquin."

The Fang Shi who spoke had a dull voice, sat on the sedan chair and stretched, the red light in the bio's righteous eyes flickering slightly.

"It's okay to use these spirit corpses that I have refined to deal with other people, but it's okay to deal with the Egana monks...... So it's better not to fight today, or I'm going to be the first to run. ”

(End of chapter)