"Most likely not.

Those people have become deeply black.

If you want to save them, relying solely on antibodies is completely impossible.

Even a fifth-level evangelical bishop can come here.

It is estimated that the most that can be achieved is small-scale purification.

But Rendell and Snown saw about the superficially infected people being transported by steam rail trains in the inner city.

It should be no problem for them."

Hear her say that.

Lendl felt a little more relieved:

"This is not like the real world.

The maintenance of order within the present world relies on the Night Watch.

And there may be more scenes happening outside the real world that we see before our eyes."

Su Wen nodded slightly:

"Whether it's Solomon's secret treasure connecting to the Pegasus constellation.

The Battle of the Parthenon, the collision between the other side of the tree realm controlled by the French African Congo and the Celtic elf culture.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Or the Heinsbrodt Space Station’s increasingly frequent star-dome gravitational slingshot project, and the work of Schloter Heavy Industries and NASA to develop planets around the solar system.

It's just a microcosm of it.

The order of human civilization.

It is just the tip of the iceberg hidden in the huge wheel of history.

It’s time to act.”

Because Miss Jiang was worried about his health, she prohibited him from tasting wine before taking action.

So Mr. Detective could only drink the lemonade in his hand, and then he snapped his fingers gracefully.

Church bells.

In the majestic mechanical background sound————

It sounded slowly.

One sound.

Two sounds.

…

Until, the thirteenth tone.

There was the church where he once planted the sleeping code through the fog card.

The guarding cultist suddenly had his mental barrier lifted after hearing the bell.

They were unable to resist the fluctuations of [Abyss Genealogy: Sleep] in the black tide, and felt uncontrollable sleepiness.

Immediately afterwards.

Shelly, who was fully armed, broke out of the door and swung her giant sword to cut off the cultists without hesitation:

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you.

quick.

Everyone, put on the clothes of these cultists, we need to catch the next steam train and rush to the inner city to rescue more people."

The child huddled in the corner timidly asked:

"Who are you? Are you a bad person?"

Hear your child’s questions.

The girl guard took off her scarred steel helmet and let her hair fly away in the wind blowing from the crack of the broken door of the church late at night.

She said firmly:

“I am ‘Shelley’, the acting captain of the 74th Squadron of the Signor Province of the Steam Guard.

Shelly Meredith.
Chapter completed!