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Chapter 2747 Tracking

Haotian plane, small world, Anxi ancient city.

The war that lasted for several months has subsided, and the corpses left unattended in abandoned corners have all been collected and buried by the believers of the God of Justice.

The opponents who once faced each other with swords and fought to the death can now finally face each other calmly.

It's just that one party is alive and the other party has become a corpse.

They once roared to completely purify the other party from spirit to body, but now the living party recited scriptures in a solemn tone, praying for the deceased to be saved.

War is such a contradiction, and it is also extremely cruel. The participants in the war often become more and more confused as they fight.

Because they will suddenly find that they have no idea what they are fighting for, and they often harbor doubts until they die.

The same was true in Anxi City. It took three months just to dispose of the corpses.

During this period, the ancient city of Anxi was always filled with the smell of rotting corpses, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

Because of this war, the population of this ancient city was reduced by two-thirds.

The city has been completely controlled by the believers of the God of Justice. As for the believers of the six main gods, there is no trace of them now.

They may still exist, but they have turned into darkness. Otherwise, once discovered by believers of the God of Justice, they will be severely punished.

Too many people have died, and it doesn't matter how many more people there are. The best way to deal with a stubborn guy is to make him disappear completely from this world.

Not only is it simple and straightforward, but it is also very effective.

The newly built Temple of Justice looks extremely spectacular. After the victory, the believers spared no resources to build spectacular buildings one after another.

Only in this way can they show their devotion to the gods and their ecstasy that they have nowhere to vent after winning.

In this war, they shed their blood, and now that they can win, they will naturally receive corresponding rewards.

The believers who participated in the Battle of the Guardian God and survived in the end all had superhuman status and obtained a large amount of trophies.

The properties that once belonged to the enemy have now belonged to the believers of the God of Justice, making them rich overnight.

Everything is slowly recovering, and maybe it won't be long before the world will be completely controlled by believers of the God of Justice.

The unwilling believers of the six major gods could only pray secretly in their hearts, but they still received no response.

Some desperate believers either choose to commit suicide or hide in the mountains and forests, trying to wait for the return of the six gods.

On the street in the early morning, there was a sound of footsteps.

A tall man wearing a black windbreaker walked through the thin dust mist and arrived in front of a large house.

dong dong dong

A knock on the door came unhurriedly, attracting the attention of a patrol on the roadside. They looked at the strangely dressed man, with a flash of caution in their eyes.

In order to prevent enemy destruction, the patrols in the ancient city of Anxi have been continuously intensified, and the review of suspicious persons has become more stringent.

The man in front of me, wearing a black trench coat, was obviously not a local, and his behavior looked very suspicious.

Hello, please show your identification.

All residents who pass the review will be issued an identity certificate by the Temple of Justice to confirm their belief or conversion to the God of Justice.

If not, it means that the identity is doubtful, and the patrol team can arrest and detain you at any time, or even kill him on the spot.

Seeing the patrol members surrounding him, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, the man chuckled and took out an item.

Seeing the special ID, the patrol captain's pupils shrank and he quickly returned it respectfully.

I'm sorry, Lord God, I hope you won't be angry.

The patrol captain spoke, but the patrol members behind him were shocked. They never dreamed that the man in black in front of them was the legendary angel.

When they first attacked the ancient city of Anxi, the believers of the God of Justice were trapped here and were about to be breached by the enemy.

At the most dangerous moment, a divine messenger descended from the sky and directly entered the camp of the coalition of gods.

With just one man and one sword, the enemy soldiers were knocked off their feet, and three of the enemy's descendants were also killed.

The trapped believers of the God of Justice took the opportunity to rush out of the city and completely defeated the coalition of gods.

The patrol captain had participated in that war and was deeply impressed by the power of the divine envoy. When he learned the identity of the man in front of him, his attitude immediately became extremely respectful, and even showed an unconcealable fanaticism.

Everyone knows one thing: all the messengers of the gods who come to the world are the most trusted servants of the God of Justice.

It is said that they live in the Kingdom of God and can always listen to the teachings of the God of Justice. Each one of them has undoubted noble qualities.

Powerful strength, long lifespan, everything possessed by the divine envoy are things that are beyond the reach of mortals.

Dear envoy of God, I wonder if you have something to do. Do you need my help?

The patrol leader thought of something and asked quickly, with a very positive attitude.

Looking at the patrol captain who was eager to make meritorious deeds, the envoy showed a faint smile, pointed at the building behind him and asked: How much do you know about the residents here?

Are you talking about Mr. Gurman? He moved from other places and is also a believer in the God of Justice. He also participated in the so-called battle of the city.

Including more than a dozen of his servants, they are all believers of the God of Justice, and they are all extremely pious.

The patrol leader quickly replied that he had conducted a careful investigation on the residents in this neighborhood in order to prevent leaks.

After the introduction, the patrol leader became serious and asked carefully to the envoy: Your Excellency, the envoy, is there any problem with Mr. Gurman?

He knew he shouldn't say anything, but he couldn't help but feel curious.

If this is indeed the case, not only is he derelict in his duties, but it will also bring danger to other residents.

The patrol leader has a strong sense of responsibility and does not want any dangerous situations to occur in the area under his jurisdiction.

If nothing else, this Mr. Gurman is actually just an imposter.

The real Mr. Gurman had been killed long ago, but neither his family nor his servants knew it.

God answered in a calm tone, and at the same time looked at the door behind him, which still hadn't been opened.

Hearing the answer from the divine messenger, the patrol leader was stunned for a moment, and then looked thoughtful.

During the past few days of patrolling, I never saw the door of Mr. Gurman's house open, and not even his servant showed up. This was indeed a bit abnormal.

When the patrol leader said this, his expression became more and more ugly, and at the same time he waved his hand to the patrol members to surround the house.

It's not necessary. If I guessed correctly, there is no one alive in this room.

As soon as the angel finished speaking, the closed door automatically opened, and an indescribable stench hit his face.

This is the smell of rotting corpses. In the past three months or so, Anxi City has been filled with a similar smell.

It could be vaguely seen that in the living room of the house, there were piles of rotting corpses scattered everywhere, which were the servants and chefs of Gurman's family.

The expressions of the team members changed greatly. They did not expect that such a murder would happen in the place where they patrolled all day long. It was a slap in the face.

The divine envoy looked at the scene in front of him, silently clicked on the communication device on his wrist, and said in a calm tone: Lihuo No. 9657 reports that the target has sensed the danger and escaped, requesting next instructions.


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