I don’t know why Mirami is here, but now Ma Dong can completely control his emotions and play the role of an ugly boss more calmly. Then, he spoke in a hoarse voice and said, “Girl, we are closed.”

Mirami looked at the terrifying scar on his face seriously and suddenly said, "Do you think I can recognize you?"

Ma Dong's hand shook his glass slightly, and he sighed, raised his head for the first time, looking at her, "How did you find this place?"

"No one can really disappear, and you can't hide it from anyone who is interested in the end." Mirami looked at Ma Dong with a smile, her eyes as charming as if water could drip out.

Ma Dongmin left the bar without expression, then closed the bar door, "Come with me."

Mirami's eyes flashed. She didn't say anything. She just followed Ma Dong, walked through the secret cave in the wine cellar, and walked along the ancient sewers, passing through the traces left by old civilizations. Ma Dong took Mirami to Asassin's last base. When the whereabouts were discovered, there was no meaning here. With the other party's strength, Mirami would not appear.

Asassin now has no conditions for confrontation head-on. The long and lonely road now seems particularly short.

Mirami looked at the huge space under the lights and blinked, "Are you alone?"

"Now, there are two people." Ma Dong said, slowly walking towards Mirami, and pressing Mirami against the wall.

"Ma Dong, take your face..."

Ma Dong rudely blocked Mirami's next words, and the breathing of the two instantly became synchronized.

Mirami pushed Ma Dong's chest hard, "Wait, I have something to do with you..."

The answer to her was the sound of her suspender bra shattering. Ma Dong's hand had already held her tightly. The feeling of being wrapped in power made her mouth unable to make any more sounds except for the delicate breathing.

Ma Dong kissed her passionately at first, as if it was a storm, and it was still the feeling in his memory, as if it had not changed. Then, he tasted her bright red lipstick, which stained his lips, entered his mouth, and penetrated into the tip of his tongue, with a slight sweetness and a hint of astringency.

This taste makes Ma Dong's movements become manic and rude, love and hate?

No one can explain clearly, is it a bad fate? I feel that I am not worthy of it.

A storm-like exchange, the entire secret room was filled with evidence of guilt left by the two people...

Ma Dong leaned naked on Mirami's thighs. He looked up at the traces left by him on Mirami's body. He touched them gently, and Mirami lit a cigarette for him and put it on his lips.

Ma Dong took a deep breath of cigarette and vomited it out again.

Mirami said: "Let's cooperate."

He was too familiar with and too familiar with it, and he didn't need any extra things. Mirami came because she knew that Ma Dong needed her, and she also needed Ma Dong.

The former Tianjing has disappeared and scattered, and the world has changed. It seems that she has mastered her destiny, but what is the difference between living like this and dying?

Only when she sees Ma Dong, she feels that she is a human being.

Ma Dong took another sip of cigarette, "Who is your boss?"

Mirami smiled, a little self-deprecating. She snatched the cigarette from Ma Dong's mouth, and she took a deep breath, "Caesar Empire, you can get help, of course I."

Ma Dong raised his mouth and spitted, "Aren't you mine always?"

Men are very powerful and rude, but they have the more hatred they have, the more they love them...

Many areas in the fifth dimension world are not completely consistent in rules, and there are many strange regional rules, especially the world of this type of fairy tale secret realm, which is simply willful in terms of time rules. The dwarf secret realm I went to last time had a faster time flow than normal events. It took a day to delay inside, but when I came out, the outside world only had half a day passed. However, in this ice and snow secret realm, the time flow was much slower than the outside world. Wang Chong and the other two had only been in it for a few hours, but the outside world had already passed half a month.

The teleported back to the gate of the holy city from the space transfer station. Before his feet could stand firm, he suddenly felt a violent shaking of the ground.

Wang Chong's vigilance subconsciously increased his soul power instantly. At the gate of the holy city, the statue of Adalia's most holy teacher is here. Those who come and go in and out on weekdays will try to lower their voices as much as possible. How can such a big vibration come about?

He looked closely and saw more than a dozen huge void thunder beasts, with a heavy armor-like body of more than ten meters high, and he was left with a big hawk not far away. What the hell is this?

A void thunder beast roared and took heavy steps. Wang Chong felt the ground shook again.

Is this, Dimensional Biological Siege?

The absurd thoughts just subconsciously flashed through my mind, but I soon realized that it was impossible, and these void thunder beasts had no intention of attacking, they just passed by.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz bu

Not only the vibration of the void thunder beast, Wang Chong heard the sound of huge mechanical spirals above his head, and the whole sky seemed to be dark. When he looked up, he saw a large overwhelming airship flying over to the left. Some looked like a ship's shape, while others were an elliptical platform, forming a pointed square array to escort in front. The dark clouds covered the sun made a buzzing noise, and behind them, a terrifying big guy followed.

Buzz~bang~~~~~~~~~~~~

The air sound of the magical magic came, a moving castle opened, and the sky was covered in all directions, as if there was only one left in the whole world.

Trust aircraft carrier is the ultimate of holy city alchemy. Unlike other airships or disc shapes, it is simply a living moving castle, hundreds of meters high and thousands of meters long and wide! There are countless cabins and weapons under the main hull, covering the sky and the sun, making it impossible for people below to see the whole picture of its entire body. The huge shadow passed by the head, looking heavy and clumsy, but the speed was not slow at all. It slowly descended and floated down in the outer space port of the city in the north. The mechanical sound of the trust aircraft carrier docked with the platform, and the slow speed made every movement of its hurricane.

Wang Chong only felt that his feet were swinging hard again, as if the entire holy city was knocked back in the terrifying collision. At this time, the mechanical warehouse of the Trustee aircraft carrier had been opened, countless dimensions of the biological legion, and the alien legion trooped out in a queue, orderly

There are warriors wearing heavy armor, huge mammoths, pterodactyls with green flesh-winged wings, and even rock-shaped giants about five meters tall... Many of the strange-shaped races are never heard of by Wang Chong. Not only do they all exude a powerful dimensional aura, but most of them are in the fourth-level dimension to the sixth-level, and they are completely militarized. Although they are noisy, they are not chaotic, and everything is in order.

At the same time, accompanied by the footsteps of soldiers, the airships were still rising and falling in the air. Not far outside the city, the temporary military camp with hustle and trunk heads, all kinds of noises and trampling sounds intersected, like a passionate symphony, making people excited.

Although he knew that the Holy City was very powerful, Wang Chong also knew what was going to happen when he saw the military strength. The holy war that Oscar mentioned was probably about to begin.

He opened the news while entering the city and immediately contacted Oscar, and jumped up like a brow. "Damn, you are finally back, where is it? Hurry up, Queen's Bar! It's all here, it's a big deal!"

Early in the morning, the door of the Ren Queen's bar was not open yet, but when they encountered the bandits and patrons of the Wandering Brigade wanted to have a party, the boss also opened the door and sat in the bar cabinet and was napping.

As soon as Wang Chong walked in, he heard the people from the Wandering Brigade clamoring to discuss something. When he saw Wang Chong, everyone's eyes lit up. Oscar also breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, you finally came back. When you wait until the daylily is almost cold, if you don't come back today, you will miss it!"

"There is really a holy war?" Wang Chong was also a little excited. To be honest, holy war represents the existence of the level of human civilization, and it is also an opportunity to truly understand humans and other civilizations.

"It's real, and it's unprecedented in scale. At least it's the largest in twenty years!" The little eyes hit the table, and the people in the room were the most excited: "Two Saint Tutors lead! This time it was a big move. I remember a long time ago, only one Saint Tutor was dispatched to capture the world of Zelas?"

"Zeros is only a second-level civilization. Misobudha is a third-level civilization world. It has complete laws and can give birth to a ninth-level supreme being. No matter how one is enough, I wish I could go directly to the Holy City and crush it all the way!"

The Holy City actually has a clear division of all civilizations discovered in the fifth dimension world. Based on the situation of the earth itself, it is actually not enough to be a second-level civilization even if it is at its peak, but the Holy Land has the power to attack the third-level civilization.

In fact, those secret realms of B-level or even S-level that everyone usually comes into contact with are far from enough to be called civilization. Those are either broken worlds that are incomplete and have incomplete laws, or those that are not qualified to be called civilization and rank out are definitely a very large alien world. Such alien worlds often have complete world rules, intelligent races, and historical and clear social structures.

"There are three or four more people, idiots, do you think the holy tutor is a cabbage?"

"It would be a pity if you miss it Wang Chong! We were almost forced to abandon you!" Everyone said in a verbal manner, and they all looked excited and couldn't stop at all.

"Take it slow, first of all, are we qualified to go?" Wang Chong was of course moved. When the holy war can be said to fully reflect the combat power of the holy land, it is also a moment to have a glimpse of the mystery of the holy land, and at the same time, it can also understand the new civilization. That scale is not comparable to the dimension secret realm.

This does not mean that the difficulty of the dimension secret realm is low, but the pattern.

Civilization war is the collision of intelligent races. Survival and desire are the driving force behind the survival and progress of any civilized race. Although it is cruel, it is a fact.

Oscar smiled and said, "The general attack of the holy war is still ten days away. Today, the military headquarters has already begun to gather on the periphery. It is also the deadline for registration of brigades in the city. But if there is no news, we dare not register for you in the name of brigades, for fear that if you don't come back then, and you will be on the list of deserters for nothing, you will go away."

Wang Chong was also sweating. It seemed that he was lucky. If he had spent more than half an hour in the fairy tale secret realm before, he would have missed it today.

Feng next to him said with a smile: "It is natural to be too late to come back today. The Holy City should have been preparing for this holy war two years ago, including the intelligence information of the Phoenix World."

Many times Feng is the military advisor and brain in the brigade. With her popularity in the monastery, she knows more or less about inside information about the holy city. Everyone also thinks of several S-level tasks that have been frequently held in the hotel in the past two years, among which the exploration mission of the Phoenix World of Misobudabi frequently appeared. After all, it is a level 3 civilization and is eye-catching. Therefore, the speculation about this holy war was already circulated in the holy city two or three years ago.

"This time, the Holy City is commanded by Thunder Holy Tutor and the Mechanic Holy Tutor. There are 32 great mentors and more than 500 mentors. In addition to the main force outside, the great mentors will expand the recruitment of a brigade group within the Holy City to perform some small-scale tasks, and the conditions are relaxed. Individuals of all dimensions of predators or above can participate, while the third-level brigade can directly register in the name of the brigade, with no limit on the number of people. Our wandering brigade happens to be a third-level brigade. This time we are preparing to register in the name of the brigade, so that everyone can be assigned together, but the final registration list has not been determined yet. Except for you, everyone is still considering it. Isn't it? Everyone is discussing it."

Wang Zhong's heart was shocked. Both holy mentors were the ultimate existences that broke through human constraints. It was not an exaggeration to say that they would destroy the world. In this case, a huge legion would have to be mobilized. It seems that the other party's strength should not be underestimated.

Oscar took back the issue that he had discussed before: "The tasks of jihad and peacetime are different. Although the opportunities are everywhere, there are also many crises. Although the registered brigades will not be directly ranked at the forefront, they must be performing some cutting-edge tasks. They are very dangerous and are not confident enough in themselves or have not strong enough. I think it is better not to take risks. You should consider even numbers carefully."

Even the numbers smiled and shook their heads. His strength was actually just the best in the Wandering Brigade, but if you want to go, he must follow him. You can't even think about pulling him back. The old qualifications in the other brigades, except Feng and Oscar, even Lance made it clear that he would not participate this time. The attack on the holy war of level three civilizations is a great battle even in the history of the Holy City. The degree of danger is self-evident. The past with almost the strength is really just cannon fodder, and he can only pray to God.

However, several newcomers were eager to try. Grey and Napier were sure to join the team. Although both of them had not reached the peak of heroic souls, their strength was similar to even numbers, and their growth space was obviously much larger. Mo Ling thought he was not strong enough and gave up this opportunity. Surviving in the holy land, his mind must be clear. Those who rushed brainlessly were pig's feet. Not everyone had the life of pig's feet.

What was still struggling was Mario, Sharmi's personality of fearlessness. She called the most fierce and enthusiastic as a little eyes. She decided to go, but Mario meant to make a smooth transition in the holy city. She had been persuading for several days but had no results. At this time, Mario looked at Wang Chong helplessly: "Wang Chong, tell me, do you think it is necessary for Sharmi and me to go?"

Wang Chong pondered for a moment, and frankly said that he knew nothing about the opponent he was about to face in this holy war, but judging from the results of each holy war in the history of the holy city, which time was not a river of blood? Looking at the heroic spirit warriors who died every time, there were certainly many low-level warriors, but definitely many reached the peak. This level of danger was compared with the entire heroic spirit stage. Those with stronger strength certainly had a higher chance of survival under the same conditions, but from a large perspective, it still depends on luck. This matter is not absolute.

But after just this hesitation, Sharmi next to him said unhappily: "You guy is always a mother-in-law. You finally got this opportunity. I will definitely go anyway! Look at the results of our two people in the Luwu Hall now, which is so different. Do you care about anything else?"

The two failed to pass the saints assessment. Now they have passed the novice protection period. As preparations, they have been assigned a job in the inner city. Sharmi has a better image and is standing in the front desk in a tea restaurant run by a great mentor. Mario is directly assigned to a mentor to do odd jobs. Although it is not very tiring, this is only the first year. Every time the preparations are prepared for such an extra year, the attention they receive will become worse and worse, the assignment will become more and more heavy, and the status will obviously decline accordingly.

The opportunity for this jihad is very rare. As their identities, they were not qualified to register at all, but fortunately, there were vagabonds and Oscars didn't mind taking them with them. Jihad is of course dangerous, but it is also the easiest time to get opportunities. After all, in the face of a brand new civilization, the collision of civilizations is the easiest to have epiphany, so Sharmi wanted to fight anyway. She really couldn't stand the life of serving tea and pouring water in a tea restaurant.

"This opportunity is probably the only one for us. Other preparatory saints want to work hard but have not had this opportunity yet! Take our current workload as an example. Let's not talk about breakthroughs, can you ensure that your basic practice will be completed every day? If you miss this opportunity for experience, do you really plan to sweep your life under someone's hands?"

Sharmi was also a little excited, her plump chest kept rising and falling, and sometimes there was no harm without comparison. In the past, no matter what, on Earth, everyone was on the same level, but after entering the holy land, the gap became bigger and bigger, and most people couldn't stand it. Not to mention the arrogant Sharmi, although Wang Chong and others didn't care, the change was real. Sharmi had enough of the days that needed protection from others.

Mario's face turned a little red, and no one else spoke. Everyone had seen the life of the Saints in the Holy City. If you really want to survive for a few years, it would be no longer a human being or a ghost. To be honest, holy war is dangerous, but if you muster up the courage to fight, it may not be a chance for these bottom-level people to make a name for themselves. However, this statement is not suitable for everyone and may not be correct.

This is a dilemma, and any choice has its own reasons. I can only say that if these two people choose to go, then everyone will try to take care of them as much as possible in the same brigade.

Mario finally nodded with a wry smile. It seemed that Sharmi would not listen to the advice, and as long as Sharmi was going to, he would definitely follow him, even in hell.

"This is almost the same!" Sharmi finally laughed happily: "Governor Captain, the list is settled, let's sign up quickly!"

The registration was made by Oscar, Feng and Wang Chong.

Promoting to a saint does not mean the end. On the contrary, this is the beginning of the hell-level competition, because once you get used to this identity, you want to go further. In the Saints, the largest class in the holy land, the competition can be imagined. However, in all aspects, saints are neither high nor low. Unless they hold their thighs like Leo, or have a foundation, like family children, or are gifted, most people will have to worry about their cultivation resources. This is why Helen and others took on a task to take on newcomers. To put it bluntly, what can be earned is still something they can earn.

So things like jihad are simply gospel for most saints. Such wars are full of opportunities, constantly personal experience, and a large number of resources. The third-level civilization that can make the two holy teachers move will definitely be of great benefit to the holy land.

Today is the last day of registration, so when Wang Chong and the other two came over, the square outside the Weidou Hotel was already densely packed with many people, and people were shaking everywhere. Many brigades who were hesitating before, or who were still considering the final accurate registration list, were almost all piled up together.

The registration place was no longer limited to the hotel, but had opened more than a dozen registration tables directly in the wide square outside the hotel. Countless people were crowded here, as if they were going to line up outside the city. They had to register until dawn, and Wang Chong and the other two quickly joined in.

After a long morning, I finally signed up for the title, but when I queued up, I heard the people around me chatting a lot, and some messy news broke out. For example, the number of people who signed up this time was too many, which was afraid that it would exceed the organizational arrangements in the Holy City. If you sign up, you may not be able to choose. The requirements for the legions of all levels of the straits are very clear. This is according to the essence of the combat system of the old mankind. For the brigades, it must require considerable small-scale combat capabilities, and the garbage team will be off-tempo.

Wang Chong was speechless: "I haven't seen so many saints in normal times, but where did they all come out..."

"Most saints do not stay in the holy land all year round. Most of the new saints you usually see are new saints within five years. Moreover, the major worlds conquered by the holy land also require saints to guard them, and they will only be summoned when the holy war begins."
Chapter completed!