Two days later, Wuguan City.

The sun was shining in the sky, and people were coming and going on the newly paved streets, and everyone was trotting along.

In the center of the road, the road is divided into two parts, which are used for transportation vehicles to pass each other.

Keep right.

This is what the temporary regulations say.

But even so, due to the different speeds of various tools, the street is still tightly packed, and even further dividing the fast lane and the slow lane will not help.

The sound is equally noisy.

"Hey, that carriage, who asked you to get on the fast lane! Can you go 30 an hour in the city?"

"I have lost my temper. If I had known it, I would have stepped on my wheelbarrow. I would say that simplicity is the ultimate form of development!"

"It seems it's time to develop speed measuring tools. Moreover, these pedestrians are always walking back and forth. Isn't there any way to allow them to concentrate on passing the time?"

"..."

At the corner of the street, there is an open-air workshop, where an old craftsman knocks on the anvil with his bare arms, as if he was a blacksmith apprentice fifty years ago.

Suddenly, the old craftsman threw the hammer and looked at his apprentice.

"Hurry up, haven't you sent it over yet! I've torn down all four walls of the workshop, how can these people keep complaining!"

"There's nothing we can do about it. There's still a traffic jam."

"Oh, you're stuck in traffic. You learned a new word and showed it off in front of me. Do you want to piss me off and inherit my workshop?"

"Don't dare! I, I will rush them right away!"

After the apprentice left, the old craftsman smiled and looked at the busy street.

After experiencing the war, I originally thought that the city would be destroyed, but looking at the vibrant scene now, it seems that I have returned to the best days of watching the city develop step by step.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would be able to experience it again when I live to this age."

"Is there a traffic jam...?"

For some reason, he felt that the person who invented this word really dared to think.

If this would one day become a casual word mentioned by the people of Wuguan City, the old craftsman could not even imagine what it would be like.

"We can't lose to the younger generations."

He smiled, his cloudy eyes gained strength, and he gripped the hammer again.

……

Wuguancheng South Street, Praying Church.

Based on the big movements in the city in the past two days, the charcoal in the furnace of almost every workshop has not been extinguished, and there are more and more casualties caused by accidents.

Furnace explosions, heat stroke, dangerous buildings collapsing, being hit by a magic rail car on the road... There are many reasons, and there are even more bruises and fractures caused by forging. Some people even got burned while sleeping next to the stove because they forgot to turn off the fire.

In order to deal with this situation, the Prayer Church vacated the entire hall, even the prayer benches were moved to both sides, and all were placed with hospital beds used to rescue the injured.

But at this moment, there is no one on the hospital bed in the hall.

"Are there any wounded here?"

The girl with dark blond hair standing there wearing a blue and white priest dress turned around and asked.

The nuns opened their mouths and were stunned for a moment.

"No, no more..."

After receiving the bishop's instructions, they originally thought that the hall would be very busy, and everyone was ready to continue treating the patients who could not sleep at night.

However...

Since this girl came to the church, they have done nothing but watched the gorgeous aqua-blue holy light constantly emerge in the hall, and the injured who filled the hall got up collectively in front of them.

What happened next was even more outrageous. The injured person who was brought over later did not even have to enter the church door. One second he was dying on the stretcher, and the next second he was jumping to life. The priest who carried the injured person was also at the door.

Confused.

Didn’t you keep screaming that you were going to die on the road? Why, we worked so hard to carry you here, but you stopped pretending when you got to the door?

At least come in and have some fun!

The nuns who knew the inside story were stunned.

Not only was the spell used by the other party so advanced that it was beyond imagination, and it was not even mentioned in the church books, what was even more puzzling to them was...

Is this girl’s magic power unlimited?

Three full hours have passed. How could someone keep chanting such a high-level spell for three hours?! Her expression didn't even change, and she smiled softly at them in a daze.

This...who is this person?

At this moment, the nuns saw the archbishop coming out of the office after finishing his work. When they saw the girl, they leaned forward slightly and bowed.

This shocked the nuns even more.

The archbishop saluted her?!

But within their understanding, there is indeed an independent existence that overrides the identity of the bishop.

Thinking about the girl's behavior, it seems that the answer does not need to be elaborated.

She is a saint.

……

Magical battleship, Wings of Heaven.

"There is obviously something wrong with your arrangement. How can you trust the lower angels so much?"

"Is there something wrong with my arrangement? The airspace is not the ground. We have a limited number of people, so we naturally have to maximize everyone's role."

In a separate combat conference room, Shaye and Moira discussed the issue of high-altitude patrols.

There have been monsters falling from the sky before. No one is sure whether the craftsmen have planted arrangements at high altitudes. The airspace situation must be guaranteed by their flying combat power.

"But you can't guarantee that you have carefully checked every place," Shaye pointed to the magic airspace map and said, "Then you might as well take the battleship hovering as the center, gradually move outwards to carefully check, and leave sentries at a certain distance along the way, and wait.

After the outermost layer is confirmed, the team will be collected and executed again."

"To achieve the effect you mentioned, we need enough manpower. We don't even have enough people to rotate," Moira retorted, "Do you want us to just fly down day and night?"

"Isn't the manpower problem something you, the chief war officer, should solve?"

"You're so embarrassed to say, aren't I trying to maximize the solution to the shortage of manpower?"

"Then you can't..."

The two continued their discussion. They were both chief combat officers who had led the Angel Legion in many battles. They often had tit-for-tat conflicts due to their different styles of commanding the army, but they also exchanged many useful opinions.

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At this moment, the door of the war conference room was pushed open, and someone from the film studio walked in.

"What's the matter?" Moira turned around and asked.

"That... is Miss Ayi Ning. She requested that the angels be able to support the film studio. There is a serious traffic jam in Wuguan City, which greatly affects the efficiency of information transmission."

The two of them were still leaning on the map, raising their eyes to look at each other.

"Look," Moira said sternly, "Now that other places are asking me for people, where did I get so many people?"

Shaye frowned.

Traffic jam?

Isn't this the issue that bastard mentioned at the meeting last night? He also talked about crosswalk traffic lights and the like. I don't know what he was talking about.

"Since you think manpower is a big problem, there is only one way."

"What method?" Moira asked.

"Go find those dragons for help."

"..."

It’s not like Moira hasn’t thought about it.

Angels are different from dragons. Angels do not have their own territory, and they cannot expand their race through reproduction. The number is the same. If one dies in battle, one will be lost, and it will take a long time for new feathers to fall from the sky.

Although the Dragon Clan can thrive, in the previous war, the appearance of the Hooffire Empire's magical weapons caused serious damage to the hometown of the local Dragon Clan.

Therefore, although Vanessa has stationed personnel on the battleship, most of them are rebuilding Jieyi Mountain.

"Go ahead and tell me." Moira glanced at Shaye.

"You go by yourself," Shaye stood up as if she would never ask for help on her behalf, "I'll go out for another inspection."

Moira trembled, "You didn't follow your plan at all?"

"Of course -"

Shaye turned around at the door.
To be continued...