The buildings in the Kingdom of God gradually became illusory, like things in dreams. People like walking dead on the street stopped one after another, and a touch of delight appeared in their eyes. After looking at each other, they all smiled at relief. The towering altar was like a pile of sand blown away by the strong wind, floating away bit by bit.

The assassin put the bottle down: "Hey, is McGma dead?"

She burped quietly.

Anbei hesitated and said, "I don't know."

He kicked the brick wall next to his foot, and the wall gave him a soft touch, not like kicking the wall, but more like kicking a thick sponge.

The assassin sighed: "The Kingdom of God will only collapse after losing the energy supply of the divine nature, so even if McGma is not dead, it will be almost done. It should be done by the guy who just came in. He is such a rare ruthless character."

An Bei said enviously: "I would have been so strong."

The assassin said indifferently: "Actually, McGama is not very powerful now, otherwise He would not have stayed here to absorb the energy of the planet, and he also tried to "take" time with you in a different way."

An Bei sighed: "This is amazing, too."

There was a little envy in his voice.

The assassin asked casually: "Have you lost the method of using your faith?"

Anbei was confused and said, "Can humans also use faith?"

The assassin raised his hand. She stretched out her hand and quietly lay a dark green diamond-shaped crystal in her palm.

Anbei was stunned.

The assassin threw this crystal to Anbei like a throwing an ordinary object, and then said leisurely: "The false god's character, the relic of the organization. Although it is incomparable to the true god's character, it is only this one, very precious. If you are willing to join us, I will make the decision to give it to you."

Anbei was surprised to catch the dark green crystal.

"I didn't plan to give it to you because you were going to find Magma to die." The assassin looked at him squintly, "I feel familiar. It seems that you have seen it somewhere before. Maybe it's a descendant of one of my friends. As long as you are willing to join our organization, this thing will be given to you."

An Bei silently put the pseudo-god character into the storage compartment of the battle suit, then looked up and asked: "What organization, as long as it does not violate my moral bottom line, I will join."

"Is there any embarrassment to talk about morality with me?" The assassin said with a smile: "Will you return the things to me if you don't join?"

Anbei's old face turned red.

He said ashamed: "I'm sorry."

The assassin said self-deprecatingly: "Okay, just think I'll buy you into the organization. We have a total of twenty-seven people in our organization, and the name is twenty-seven people. Now it's over, so there are no rules. Just remember this name. It's better to write us into the book, don't forget us, we have worked hard to liberate humanity."

Anbei nodded solemnly: "I must strive to let the Federation write you into the book. Can you tell me your story?"

The assassin waved his hand: "There's no time."

Every time her hand swings, it becomes a illusion.

Anbei tried to keep her, but his palm passed through the assassin and could not touch her at all.

The assassin said calmly: "This thing is bleeding and recognizes the master."

An Bei's gaze stopped when he touched the assassin's calm expression. He suddenly realized that this was an inevitable parting, and his mood suddenly became heavy.

He stopped in vain: "I remember."

The assassin asked, "Who are we?"

Anbei immediately replied: "Twenty-seven people of twenty-eight people formed an association."

The assassin smiled.

She looked at the sky and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, the wind and clouds rising, the butterfly flying by, and the twenty-seven people gathering together. She opened her mouth hard, but couldn't make any sound. So, she still said nothing, just as quiet as before.

But unlike in the past, she died.

A layer of tears flashed in Anbei's eyes.

Half a minute later

The Kingdom of God almost completely collapsed, leaving only a layer of translucent membrane that separates Anbei from the surrounding Tieweiyi landform. Anbei estimated that even this layer of membrane would disappear in a few seconds, and he would completely return to reality.

At this time, intermittent communication sounds came from his ears: "An... are you still... alive?... report the situation, it's over!"

An Bei whispered: "I'm fine! What about the others?"

He turned his head and looked towards the direction of Super Volcano No. 4, and found that it was surrounded by military spacecraft, and the bright searchlight column could be seen clearly in his position.

"Thank God!"

The signal suddenly became clear.

Anbei took a step outward, and this time he stepped out without any obstacles, and the Kingdom of God had completely collapsed.

"Anbei Special! We gathered in coordinates: longitude 17 and dimension 14. We are evaluating the losses and searching for missing persons. Please return to the team immediately! Please answer when you receive it!"

The correspondent's voice was very happy.

If everything goes well, the correspondent won't

An Bei had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he asked: "How are our losses? What happened outside? How many people have lost contact?"

The correspondent was silent for two seconds and replied: "The Marine Corps has not lost any losses, and the Killing Shensi has lost many contacts. Now, only twenty-one people can contact you."

Familiar faces passed by An Bei's eyes, and a strong sadness rushed into his mind. He didn't even dare to think of who had sacrificed in this action.

He restrained his emotions and said, "Okay, I understand!"

"Longitude 17, dimension 14! Come back quickly!"

Communication interruption

Anbei entered the coordinates into the Black Dragon Battle Clothes, followed the navigation of the Black Dragon Battle Clothes to find the large army, and met the others.

Except for Lin Yun who was confined to the flagship of Fuxi, the other twenty-one members of the North Star Killing Gods entered the Kingdom of Magma, and no one gave up halfway, so the loss was also huge.

The team members were so excited that they greeted him: "Boss..."

Anbei looked around and found that there were only five people saying hello to him. He tried hard and said calmly: "It's good that you're fine."

Everyone's faces were hidden under the seemingly cold face armor of the Black Dragon Battle Clothes, but they could guess each other's mood.

An Bei reluctantly smiled and said, "Don't be too pessimistic. Others are just missing contact. Maybe the communication system is broken. They should come here later."

No one answered.

The atmosphere in the room became very dull.

Anbei turned around and left the room.

He reported to the upstream: "I have gained a lot, so please contact the three generals immediately."

He is the highest-ranking member of the Shenshu who participated in this operation and has the authority to directly talk to the generals of the Joint Fleet.

"Anbei Special?"

"Please transfer it to you later!"

Bee bee bee bee

Anbei was feeling a little nervous.

"Anbei Special!"
Chapter completed!