People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 244

Latest website: Seeing Ji Zijun standing on the street blankly for a long time before turning home, Ning Xiuyuan smiled and looked away.

The red key is the space he opened up after imitating the blue key.

Similar to his eternal space!

It's just the law of opening, condensed on the key.

As for the things in the space, there are five extraordinary characteristics.

He believed in jjh's wisdom. What he said to Ji Zijun was not only to her, but also to jjh through her hands.

He needs the wisdom and resources of a world!

The foundation of the true church is still too thin after all, and this will only make the coveted generation eager.

No, someone has already boarded the End North Continent!

"This is the End North Continent?"

Bishop Byron, who walked off the crow suspension bridge, looked at the world still silent in the aftermath of the old god's curse with a solemn expression.

Behind him, disguised as a merchant's mission, stepped off the iron armor one by one.

"My Master, everyone is here."

Captain, no, I should say Lieutenant Fern, and report in a low voice.

Bishop Byron nodded, and a bronze door suddenly emerged from behind him, like a huge mouth of a demon, swallowing the iron-clad ship docked on the shore into the abdomen.

"hiss--"

At the same time, amidst a sharp neigh, a zombie horse galloped out of the bronze door.

They will replace the ironclad ships and become the next means of transportation for the mission.

Bishop Byron turned on his horse, looked at the snow haze that was transpiring under the cold wind, took a deep breath, and rode away.

The members of the mission also turned on their horses and followed them.

Halfway through the mission, Bishop Byron suddenly raised his hand to stop the team.

He got off his horse, bent down and swept across the snow, a frozen man staring at the deadly gray eyes, looking at the lead-white sky.

"Tell me, your faith?" Bishop Byron asked softly.

"The merciful and angry, rich and moist **** of storm and rain!" The corpse opened its frozen mouth, and was impassioned at the price of tearing off a layer of lips.

【Necromancer】

——The best friend of death, the rotten partner, the messenger of all dead creatures.

"Do you know the settlement here?"

Bishop Byron had just expressed the question, but suddenly raised his face and looked into the depths of the snowy field.

The embassy behind him also became vigilant.

The order is disturbing, the energy is raging, and the wind and snow seem to be far away from here in awe, flaring their teeth and claws in the distance.

Several black spots faintly appeared in the distance, and the black spots got bigger and bigger, gradually revealing its full picture, and it was a Womi people!

They also rode zombie mounts, but a group of Novoch corpses.

"Guests from a distant dawn, don't know what is worth looking for in this barren snow?"

As the Womi approached, a Womi wearing a red robe came out more and more.

"Friendship! A friendship even purer than Bingjing!"

Bishop Byron raised his waist and responded loudly.

He was surprised secretly in his heart. He only stepped into the Northern Continent, and came to find convenience. What kind of power is this?

At the same time, a member of the Dawn Mission quickly turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to the front of the Womi team, and handed over a signed document by the Pope.

The red-robed Womi opened the paperwork, squinted at the signature of the pope who seemed to be alive, and put away the paperwork quietly.

"The Lord said, the jackal came with a shotgun, and a friend came with a good wine."

"Welcome, guests from afar, the wine and enthusiasm of the Womi tribe, will be open to you!"

The red robe Womi opened his arms, revealing the delicate fabric lining, and the enchanted pistol around his waist!

"May my lord take care of you!"

Bishop Byron touched his chest to salute, and a thought flashed in his eyes. Judging from the Womi in front of him, they seemed to have enough supplies?

Could it be the support of the whole family?

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, the truth is forever!" The red robe Womi man clenched his fist and stroked his chest in response.

The first meeting of two completely strange churches ended in this rational and polite diplomatic etiquette.

After the two parties formally contacted, they let go of their dignity and tried a few words with each other.

Then Red Robe Womi generously invited Bishop Byron to the Womi tribe.

This scene gave Bishop Byron a sigh of relief.

The reason why he was unwilling to go to the North Continent was not so much because he was unwilling to hand over the real power of the pastoralist side, but because he was unwilling to contact the forces of the old rulers.

These moody horrors exist, and they don't care about the gods behind them.

It's like a white worm!

No matter who is chanting the white curse, He will swallow it.

The rationality displayed by the Womi people naturally made him a little relieved, of course, this does not rule out the invitation to enter the urn.

"It is rumored that the old **** cursed the end of the North Continent, causing monsters to run rampant here, and sudden changes in winter and summer. How come this way, no monsters can be seen?"

Bishop Byron was worried about the future, but he did his best to gather information.

"Don't worry, you can see it right away!"

Red Robe Womi smiled, and the zombie Novoch carved under his crotch, the faster he speeded.

Nuofuji, who ran wildly with six legs, was naturally far better than the four-legged zombie horse. Red-robed Womi's acceleration immediately made the Dawn Mission unable to maintain the formation and sparsely pulled up.

Bishop Byron did not want to lose the power of dawn, so he had to consume his spirituality and maintain the power of the zombie horse, so that he could embrace the dignity of the mission!

In the rush, his face gradually became serious, and the most unstoppable astonishment floated on his face.

He saw the deformed monster under the curse of the old god!

They covered the earth and stretched to the sky.

Walking through it, he couldn't see any scars on these monsters, it was so weird!

It's a pity that time has passed too long, and their souls have long since disappeared.

Of course, if he could stop and ask about the corpse, he might also know some scales, but it was a pity that he could not stop.

"What happened?" Bishop Byron could only ask himself.

"This is the Lord's punishment!" Red Robe Womi was ambiguous.

Bishop Byron stopped questioning, as his thoughts flowed, he decided to find a way to find the answer himself.

Before long, the corpses of the snowfield gradually sparsed, and even disappeared completely, leaving only the dregs left behind after being cut.

It turns out that the Womi people have been collecting these corpses.

It's just that it was initially because of food needs, and later it became a church order.

Fortunately, the Northern Continent was still shrouded in the cold, otherwise these corpses would have rotted into maggots for so many days.

As Bishop Byron wandered in his thoughts, the Womi tribe arrived.

From far away ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Bishop Byron saw a towering city rising from the ground, with black smoke billowing into the sky, like a dragon with teeth and claws!

I don't know where the Womi people get their fuel in this barren land?

Or is it all supported by magic?

Bishop Byron was puzzled.

Regardless of him, this is the first time he has stepped into the northern continent. In fact, he already has a basic understanding of the northern continent.

The caravan of the Dawn God Cult has never given up collecting the information here.

In other words, it was this basic knowledge that surprised him.

As the team entered the city, Bishop Byron raised his eyebrows and became more surprised.

——He saw a prosperous metropolis completely different from information!

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