Baixiu took Gu Xiaoman and left the Temple of Light in Xiyin City.

But not long after, Baixiu left and returned.

"Miss Meng, the person you are waiting for is not just Xiaoman, nor is it just me."

Bai Xiu took a deep breath, stood in front of the majestic and blazing light throne, and asked seriously: "I came here this time to ask... Is that person still alive?"

Meng Xizhou looked complicated.

The picture shown in the Forbidden Library varies from person to person.

And the word fate is indescribably wonderful.

Sometimes, just one word can change the fate of countless people.

"I can't say."

Meng Xizhou thought for a moment, shook her head, and said solemnly: "Mr. Bai Xiu, it doesn't matter who I'm waiting for. What matters is... I can feel that that day is coming soon."

That day...is it coming soon?

Baixiu wanted to say something, but finally stopped.

these four years.

He visited almost every 【Old World] ruins along the border of Beizhou. Mu Wanqiu gave him an extremely detailed and complete map. He went to explore every doubtful point marked on the map... … There are indeed remaining fragments of starship civilization in those places, but no matter how hard I search, I can’t find any clues about [Candle Extinguishing】.

There is no suitable kindling.

Unable to touch the source.

Even if you are as stunningly talented as Baixiu, you are still blocked by this natural chasm.

Why doesn't he want to break into the Tower of Source... But even Meng Xizhou, who has smelted the light fire, is not sure to face Qingwu. Now, what can he do to participate in this divine battle?

"I want to go to the Forbidden Library again."

Take a deep breath.

Xiaoxiu looked at the goddess of light in front of her.

If fate really revealed something to him, if that legendary bow was really destined for him...

Then he wants to try again.

Try again, can you find a ray of light in the endless darkness?

…

…

"How long has it been since we left our hometown...?"

"Four years and six months."

"Tsk, you remember it so clearly, do you want to go back?"

"Hush, be silent! The bishop is coming soon!"

In the deep sky, the stars are dim, and a huge blue starship is sailing in the void. The airflow is turbulent and is blocked by the source energy shield. The interior of the starship is only slightly bumpy.

Several cabin cleaning staff were whispering.

But soon the sound stopped abruptly, and several figures walked down the corridor in the distance. Bishop Ranveer would visit this area every week, but today, Ranveer and several believers stood respectfully behind one person. The attitude is more respectful and flattering than that of the cleaning staff.

"Lord Haitong, we are still 20% short of the progress of this week's collection task. When the starship docks in the windless zone, the difficulty of collecting mithril will be greatly reduced. Can I apply for a delivery extension?"

Saint Haitong paused.

After leaving Nanzhou, the starship was cut off from external energy supply.

Traveling in the 【Old World】 is not an easy task. Even if the starship has an independent energy production system, if you want to provide for the survival of ten thousand people, it is not enough to rely solely on the ecosystem within the starship to proliferate on its own.

The Storm requires regular moorings.

The extraordinary beings of the church will take this opportunity to drive an airship from the docking port and collect enough mithril in the windless zone, as well as extraordinary fuel containing source matter.

The former is a raw material for repairing ship cabins.

The latter is a temporary reserve when the ecosystem cannot supply it.

In the event of an unexpected incident, these extraordinary fuels can come in handy.

At the beginning of the voyage, the Tempest could completely afford the loss of these energy sources. Even if it was occasionally attacked by a small seismic storm, there would be no pressure... But as time went by, everyone on the ship gradually realized the difficulty of escaping in the starship era. .

Because when the Church of Storms selected "escapees", they only selected elites and powerful people.

So those who step into this starship... are almost all young people.

They were able to work and were in the prime of life, but they also brought a great burden to the starship.

In four years, the population of the starship has increased by 20%. This is the result of the church's efforts to restrain itself. The nature of any ethnic group is to reproduce, grow, and leave behind fire. However, this extra 20% population has caused the ecological environment inside the Storm to suffer. destroy.

The self-reproducing resources in the starship have begun to run short.

Several saints in the church are each in charge of an area. The archbishops and bishops under their command need to lead their teams to collect "resources".

Initially, the Storm will only be anchored in calm areas.

now……

There have been several emergencies. The Storm was temporarily parked in the unknown void with harsh environment, and the church's extraordinary people were sent to collect resources. This behavior was certainly dangerous, but the church had no choice.

The "powerful people" who used to have high status in Nanzhou lost all their aura when they came here.

At the beginning of the voyage, the Storm, which was as beautiful as a "Utopia", began to have disagreements and disputes due to a shortage of resources, and the harmony between the several saints was not as harmonious as before.

For all this, the Seat of Storms follows old traditions.

Don't ask, turn a blind eye.

indeed……

In the eyes of the God of Storms, there has never been a word "life". In his opinion, this entire starship of extraordinary beings is just a toy to maintain his dominance and status.

He wanted to build a huge ship that could ride the wind and waves.

Those people who believe in themselves are the drops of water that hold up the giant ship.

There is an old saying that "water can carry a boat but also capsize it." This old saying is just a joke to the God of Storms who controls the entire sea. As long as he is willing, he can twist every drop of water in the infinite sea.

So... from the perspective of the God of Storms, the water in this world cannot capsize his boat.

"Can't wait for the windless zone."

Haitong said coldly: "Today, bring back the remaining 20%."

Ranveer was stunned.

He looked out the window through the porthole, with a hint of fear on his face.

The real world outside the porthole window is different from the virtual ecosystem inside the Storm. It seems that there is never daylight there, and it is pitch black no matter when you look at it.

Eternal darkness.

The environment in the turbulent zone is extremely harsh... For extraordinary people, if they want to carry out daily work, they must either expand their fields, or wear the Source Armor of the Beizhou Underground Research Institute, and the Nanzhou independent research and creation team arranged by Lord God, follow the example of the Source Armor The life-saving effect of the manufactured "exoskeleton device" is very poor and can almost be ignored.

In this case, a hundred people went out to carry out a collection mission, but in the end only a dozen were able to come back.

Extremely inefficient.

"I've already chosen a list for you."

Haitong took out a stack of papers from his arms and handed it to Ranveer. He said calmly: "This collection task is quite heavy and requires at least a hundred people... You hurry up and complete it."

"Lord Haitong..."

Ranveer clutched the paper and wanted to say something more, but the latter just waved his hand coldly, interrupting him.

The atmosphere in the entire corridor became cold and solemn.

Ranveer was very reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

Just when he was about to leave silently——

At the corner of the corridor, a figure suddenly appeared.

The man wore a ferocious mask with dragon's teeth exposed, and carried two swords at his waist. His long hair hung down to his waist. Although he wore the same saint's robe of the Church of Storms as him, the color of the other man's robe was bright red. .

This is the last person Saint Haitong wants to see, no one else.

"Red Dragon."

Haitong looked gloomy and said in disgust: "What are you doing here? Have you arranged all the tasks ordered by Lord God?"

The starship is anchored in the turbulence zone, allowing church members to go out to perform tasks...

Of course it's not a coincidence.

The Storm began to run out of resources, and there were only two ways to solve the resource problem.

Increase revenue, or reduce expenditure.

Open source cannot be achieved, starship technology cannot be advanced, and after many years of sailing, no anchoring area suitable for long-term mining has been seen.

So... we can only consider throttling.

Newborns born in recent years have been placed in nutrition cabins and maintained at the lowest cost. Since the Storm God Seat has decided to leave South Continent, it is natural that it has made up its mind to continue and develop its church in the 【Old World】.

Then these babies become the fire for the continuation of the church's faith.

The cost of feeding a baby is low.

But the cost of feeding adults, especially those in power... is very high.

In fact, the reserve resources in the starship are quite sufficient, and at least there is no major survival crisis at present. However, in any case, appropriately "laying off" some people will always be a good thing to reduce the burden on the starship.

Therefore, there is the task of mining the turbulent zone.

It's just that there are different opinions within the temple about this "layoff" behavior... Some people believe that if you want to sail in the 【Old World】 for a long time, you are destined to pay a price.

Death is inevitable.

Instead of asking people to sacrifice themselves in the name of the church.

It is better to weave lies and cover up the truth.

Some people also believe that today's starships have not yet encountered a real energy crisis, and the regular "layoffs" are a bit premature. It takes more than ten years for newborns to grow, and there will be natural deaths within the starships during these ten years. , if the sickle is swung too hard, there will be obvious gaps in the future.

In fact, the opposition and differences between these two opinions mainly come from two people.

Spring Plow, and Red Dragon.

The God of Storms retreated in the temple to recuperate from his injuries. In the battle with Bai Zhu, he was seriously injured and has not yet recovered. He has only appeared twice in the past four years, both of which were to cope with the inevitable storm of essence.

Therefore, Chunli and Honglong became the executors of the God's will.

Separate, confront!

This is the reason why the God of Storms recruited Red Dragon under his command... He needs someone who can check and balance Chunli when he is in seclusion, who can clamp down on power, and who can keep the top leaders of the Holy City in balance.

The "God's command" mentioned by Saint Haitong is actually the will of Saint Chunli.

God seat in retreat.

Chunli, as the head of the Holy City, manages many matters of the Storm.

only……

In the past, the Chunli Sage said exactly what he said, and no one in the entire Southern Continent dared to challenge him.

But it's different now.

"I'll pick you up."

The red dragon stood still, looked at the bishop in front of him, and said softly: "Bishop Ranville, from today on, you are my subordinate... This living area also belongs to me. Today's 'turbulent zone' collection mission is cancelled. .”

Ranveer was stunned.

"???"

The veins on Saint Haitong's forehead bulged, and his expression was extremely ugly.

Red Dragon directly snatched away his bishop and the entire planning area in front of him. What he just said did not mean any discussion at all...

This is a notification!

"Do you know what you are doing?" Saint Hai Tong's voice was low and angry, "Red Dragon, do you want to declare war with me?"

The words just fell.

The punch landed directly on the face of Saint Hai Tong.

The saint didn't see the red dragon's attack clearly at all. He only felt that his vision went dark, and he was thrown away. He was heavily embedded in a mithril alloy plate and spit out blood with a loud sound.

"Who do you think you are, that you are worthy enough for me to declare war?"

The red dragon looked down at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

"Go back and tell Chunli."

"I have taken over this living area. This is what God's Lord wants."

Haitong was dumbfounded.

After doing all this, Red Dragon slowly came to the frightened cleaning staff. He bent down and picked up a piece of cleaning cloth and spoke softly.

"Counting from the day we left Wuzhou..."

"Today marks four years, six months and three days since I left home."