On the streets on the edge of the East District, haze has spread here, and a faint halo covers several people in black, isolating a small blank area in the fog.

They moved quickly in the fog, and among these people, there were about forty or fifty people. They made two coughs from time to time, and some of them had obvious fever symptoms, but thankfully, they were all still alive.

Liv walked in the crowd with Freia. Her face was already red, and her joints all over her body felt ache that made her want to fall, but she pulled her daughter who was coughing gently and followed the crowd without stopping.

As the smog rose, she and Freia were working in the cafeteria. Almost the moment someone started to fall outside, they were organized and began to escape to a "safe" place.

She didn't know what a safe place was, but she could see dead bodies on the roadside. She was worried about Daisy who was in school, but she didn't dare to ask the men in black, for fear that they would be left behind because it affected the speed of the team's progress.

A faint singing echoed in this small "miss" area, which made many people realize that perhaps this singing is the way to fight the fog.

Some clever people have begun to try to hum the melody that echoes in their ears, while more people have died before waiting for the enthusiastic rescue.

After all, the enthusiastic core members are limited, and it is impossible to protect the actual population of more than two million in the East District in any case.

In addition to the East District, the dock area and the factory area are gradually engulfed by smog. As the smog grows, even yellow fog mixed with iron black has crossed the Tassoke River, pressed over the Beckland Bridge area, and approached the more prosperous area of ​​Beckland.

But at the same time, starting from the east of Beckland, wisps of singing began to gather, slowly turning from a slight melody that echoed only in the ears to a clear melody that was enough to truly listen.

"In the bloody mission ~ defend the land ~

People at night will welcome the sun~”

Passionate members began to sing, and the members of the workers' movement began to sing, and the singing gradually became louder, and more and more people hummed the melody transformed by the unknown language.

As the singing sounded, many people found that their illnesses began to subside, their breathing began to become smooth, and the soreness in their limbs was also easing.

More and more people sing songs. They don’t understand the meaning of the song, but the sound of the piano that sounds in their ears and the melody gathers above their heads, bringing their good or bad sounds to form a loud music.

"That night of typhoid fever ~ we run towards that light ~

The strong pleasure of defending the land!”

The voice became louder and more condensed, and the momentum was more condensed. On the roof of the Elmida Grand Theater in the North District, a god hanging upside down on the cross was carrying pain.

Fever, cough, soreness all over...

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...

As enthusiasm and the workers' movement rescued more and more people, and with more and more people joining the "unbreakable alliance", their pain was also transferred to heaven's creation through some mysterious channel.

In addition to falling, the Hanged Man also holds the authority to bear the sacrifice, just as the Little Sun and the others saw in the murals of the True Creation ruins. The True Creator also has the power to bear pain and sin for all living beings.

Although heaven created the connection made by the sound of the piano at this time and briefly borrowed the power of the deity, it was enough to allow Him to share the part that could be enough to kill for the believers.

Pain is inevitable, and disease cannot be cured, but at least, it can survive.

The pain and torture gathered into negative emotions, and accompanied by the fate of death that was borne, gathered towards heaven. The human figure hanging on the cross is becoming more and more vivid and real at this time.

His eyes opened, and the pink vertical pupils on his chest seemed to exude some kind of magic. The thorns on the cross wandered like snakes, and the sharp thorns left scars on His body.

The scar will heal in an instant, and then more scars will be added. As the singing becomes louder, heaven creates a painful moan.

The connection between the true creation deity and the heavenly creation is becoming more and more closely. With this chorus scale that has reached 100,000 people, the real Creator's consciousness becomes more and more clear.

His eyes softened as he watched Snow, and some kind of power was moving along the mysterious channel from the distant East Continent toward the heavenly creation.

The true evil spirits who suffered became stronger and stronger, and the power of divineness was condensed in the pink vertical pupils.

Snow was still striving to play this movement from the previous civilization. I don’t know if it was the smog that had affected this place or because of the holy mark effect, Snow’s forehead also began to get hot.

But he did not use his extraordinary ability to erase this influence, but instead used this sense of common sense to completely activate the vocalist characteristics in the piano that had only triggered a part of the praises.

The extraordinary characteristics of the ten praises are inspired by the infusion of spirituality. The piano sounds that were originally conveyed only in the consciousness of believers resounded throughout Beckland at this moment!

Under the almost endless spiritual supply, golden soft light began to appear on all those who recite the "chants".

The weak body is soothed by an "illusion", but sometimes, the illusion called courage and hope is precisely the key to survival.

The singing over Beckland became louder and louder, no longer scattered or noisy, but was like a whole that had been rehearsed countless times, performing a chorus that was enough to take the stage at the King's Theatre in Beckland.

But at this moment, Snow's movements came to an abrupt end. Although the music was still echoing and the singing was still intense, cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The real Creator's vision reveals a threat, and heavenly creation also emits a stinging spiritual light. The source of all this is only a young woman with long black hair and pure black eyes that appeared in Snow's vision at some time.

She has a beautiful appearance and looks no different from an ordinary person, but at the moment she appears, even the sight of the real Creator's deity fluctuates for a moment.

"Madam, I thought you would solve the source of the smog first." Snow stood up, forcibly showed a business-oriented smile, bowed slightly, but did not make etiquette that matched the other party's identity.

"This is the 'choose of the times'." A quiet and gentle voice came from the other party's mouth, but it was cruel that was inconsistent with the words. Snow's eyes shook slightly, knowing that it was the other party reminding him, and at the same time, he was also testing himself.

I have to say that Snow is the type of player who is on the spot. He is obviously nervous before setting off, but when he really faces the existence in front of him, he calms down. The business smile on the corners of his mouth gradually becomes sincere, and the stiff corners of his eyes become softer again.

He took a deep breath, looked at the woman who was as deep and quiet as the night before him, and spoke slowly:
Chapter completed!