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Chapter 651 At least cherish yourself.(2/2)

Blood spread in the dark night, he put away the knife and turned around.

A night of blood rain.

When some of the surviving senior officials of City Ninth came to the parliament tremblingly in the morning, they saw Su Ming'an sitting in the speaker's seat. He was leaning on the back of the chair, with a pink fox on his left shoulder and a black cat on his right shoulder.

It's obviously a funny configuration, but in people's eyes it's like a devil from hell.

The head of the former Speaker was placed on the table by Su Mingan. The broken neck bones could be vaguely seen, and blood was coagulated on the neck.

Seeing that everyone was here, Su Mingan raised his head.

"Herax, the former Lord of the Ninth City, was disrespectful to me." Su Mingan said: "Therefore, I took back her position as City Lord and returned the sovereignty of the Ninth City to humans. I keep you here so that you can

Atoning for your sins through meritorious deeds, believing in the guidance of the Lighthouse Cult, and abandoning false gods—are you willing?"

After hearing this, people trembled and expressed their surrender.

Once they express their willingness, it is tantamount to handing over the last line of psychological defense. They will be passively and pervasively penetrated by the Beacon Cult's beliefs until they are completely brainwashed into Beacon Cult members and classified as qualified members of the free camp.

Su Ming'an notified Doomsday City to come and take over the Ninth City, and asked Rimusheng and other barely available players as his deputies, while he left the Ninth City.

He still has a lot to do.

The sky is dim.

On the twelfth day after the dungeon was opened, War at Dawn entered a period of all-out war.

Su Mingan returned to Doomsday City and sat in the center, using AI Yaya's information transmission channel to remotely command millions of troops.

The capture of the Ninth City was just an example. After this night, several other cities had already asked the City of God for help remotely. If he went there again, what was waiting for him would be to be overwhelmed by artillery fire.

Being able to disrupt the arrangement of the mechanical army in the god's camp is already very beneficial to the war situation.

He handed over some of the sophisticated technologies at hand to Tredia and asked her to arrange for talents to learn as appropriate.

While he was busy, Su Lin wandered back from outside.

"Where have you been?" Su Ming'an didn't meet Su Lin when he left last night, thinking that Su Lin went shopping on the street again.

"Bang", a loud sound.

Su Mingan raised his eyes and saw a corpse lying on the ground with a golden sword stuck in his body. Next to it was a long bow with flashing purple light. It was the corpse of the slutty man who provoked him last night.

"I'm chasing someone." Su Lin said, "You should be very interested in this bow. I asked him to hand it over before he died."

Su Mingan picked up the purple bow and took a look at its attributes. The attack power of this bow was around 30, and the rate of fire was not as good as that of the Glory Hunt, but it had the special effect of [ignoring enchantments and barriers]. Since it was given between players, it cannot

Sell ​​it for points, but you can use it to give away.

This bow was quite suitable for Lu. He remembered that Lu had mentioned before that Lu lacked a long-range weapon.

Su Lin noticed something: "You're not going to give away the bow I gave you, are you?"

"...No, for personal use." Su Mingan put down his thoughts and put the bow into his backpack.

He no longer paid attention to this group of troublesome players and continued to manage the territory.

On the territory board, some interesting events have occurred recently. For example, [City Lord, we need security teams, can you arrange some teams to protect us?], [City Lord, can we have a big library?], [City Lord]

, the power is always cut off at night in Doomsday City, and the nearby resource collection team always disturbs the residents...] and a series of life events, which made him find the feeling of playing a simulated business game.

He has successfully redeemed the floating cannon. The next step is the passive skill potion, which requires 5,000 camp contribution points and should be available in a few days.

On this day, time in Caiusta paused again. The war advanced to Cataclysm 46, and it has been more than four years since the all-out war began.

Su Ming'an was responsible for matters related to war and technological development, while Su Lin was responsible for handling internal affairs in Doomsday City. He was able to find out Rongyuan and fire him from his post. He also divided up the messy alliance forces and reduced the number of generals to just a few.

The power of the four small commanders was broken into pieces and distributed to each meritorious person.

As the former God of Yunshang City, Su Lin was used to balancing power, and the chaos in Doomsday City was quickly suppressed by him.

Of course, it was not without its troubles. But when encountering a tough situation, Su Lin would not say a word, raised his sword, and went straight to the person's home. Everyone had to be "convinced" by his arrangement of power management.

On the thirteenth day after the dungeon was opened, the battle situation became evenly matched. Humanity's disadvantage seemed to be being reversed bit by bit, and many people saw the dawn of victory.

——And Su Mingan hasn't slept for two days.

The Lighthouse Cult's work of plundering the gods' faith, AI Yeya's battle planning and command, the legion commanded by Lu and Luna asking for help, the researcher and Tredia's questions about the three fields... they all need him.

This city is spinning rapidly, driving the entire world. And he is the pulsating heart of the world, with no time to rest.

The iron laws of the past compete with today's new life. The struggle between humans and gods spreads blood and fire, and countless lives are crushed in the ruts of history.

In the winter of the 46th year of the Catastrophe, Su Mingan passed out on the sofa in the office with vain steps.

"Click", there was a slight opening sound from outside the door, and a figure entered the room, staring at him.
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