Just when Ryan was trapped in the so-called dark prison, in an extremely remote place of the Light God Clan in the heaven, a group of more than a dozen ten-winged angels were discussing something together. Looking at the appearance of these people, they were clearly divided into two groups.
A faction.
"Everyone, we have lost 6 tribesmen this time, and Naxi is still an eight-winged angel. You must know that Naxi has a very good talent and is very likely to grow into a twelve-winged angel. We can't just forget it." The speaker was a person.
The ten-winged angel has a golden five characters on his chest. This is the fifth deacon in this area.
"Haha, Lao Wu, that's what I said, but sending people is not as simple as just talking. You must know that Naxi is a cultivator at the top of the Eight Wings. Even Naxi was forcefully pulled back from the Gate of Advent.
This person's cultivation is not simple, we need to consider it carefully." It was the second deacon who spoke.
"Second brother, think about it, it's nice to say it. How many days have passed and we are still arguing here. If it weren't for the sake of Naxi and the others, the fire of their souls has not been extinguished, God's punishment would have been used long ago." The one who spoke was Da.
deacon.
"Haha, the great deacon is really good. Without the position of the Gate of Advent, he can actually use divine punishment directly. I admire him, I admire him." The one who spoke was the thirteenth deacon.
"What do you mean?" Deacon Ninth, who was opposite Deacon Thirteen, yelled at Deacon Thirteen.
"God's Punishment, if you have the ability, release it and see. There is no position for the Gate of Advent. You want God's Punishment, but you don't have the ability. You are blabbering." The Thirteen Deacons stood up and shouted angrily.
"Okay. Thirteenth brother, don't be like those ignorant country bumpkins." The second deacon said to the thirteenth deacon in an understatement.
"You...!" Butler Ninth sat down bitterly, his face turning blue with anger.
The general manager Chris Snyder sitting on the upper hand was smiling. There were dozens of lower gods, middle gods, and several upper gods under this god king. However, managing planes is a relatively lucrative job for Curris.
Ned has been doing it for thousands of years. You must know that Chris Snyder is just a middle-level god. You must know that managing the plane is the most important thing for the God King. He is highly valued by the God King. Compared with those who manage other
Not only do they have a lot of freedom, but they also have close contact with the God-King. Of course, they also have many opportunities to receive guidance from the God-King.
What General Manager Chris Snyder relies on is means and observation. Just like this face management deacon, the thirteen people were easily divided into two groups by Chris Snyder. One group is from a big family and claims to be a noble, and the other is
One group is from civilians, so of course there are conflicts, which only the manager can do with peace of mind, and every time he sees the fierce fighting between these two groups, Chris Snyder feels happy.
"Okay, okay, isn't he just a blasphemer? Second Deacon, go and urge the people in the Artifacts Department. Why haven't you repaired the Advent Gate yet? If it's a major matter that has delayed your lord, I think the manager of the Artifacts Department will also
It's time to replace people. Boss, go find out who is the defender of the plane where the accident happened, and then we can make plans." Chris Snyder saw that the two parties were about to take action, so he gave the order slowly.
road.
"Yes, Lord Steward." Upon hearing Kuris Snyder's words, the two parties quickly stood up, and then one party, with the Archdeacon as the leader, and the other with the Second Deacon as the leader, looked at each other and walked out, while the Steward Ku
Snyder slowly disappeared into his seat.
"Father, you must take me back this time. I have had enough here, and my soul clone has also been destroyed. Father, father!" In a huge magic circle, a young man howled.
He looked miserable and said to a communication magic circle. This communication magic circle could not only transmit sounds, but also images. But opposite this young man was a monster that was hundreds of meters tall.
"What, the soul clone was destroyed, are you lying? You must know that although the plane you are in is a bit weird, it is impossible to destroy a clone of the Holy Domain ingot level." The huge monster figure shook for a while,
It turned into a giant several meters tall. The giant looked at the young man with amusement on his face.
"Father, I really didn't lie. Not only did this man destroy my soul clone, but he also directly imprisoned several members of the God of Light. One of them was an eight-winged angel. Moreover, this guy even boldly ran into someone's home.
A little angel with two wings was caught directly inside the door, and this guy..." the young man said quickly.
"What, the Guangming God Clan has suffered such a big loss, haha, those birdmen know how to show off this time, they all look like birds." The giant man on the other side heard the young man's words and gloated.
"Yes, my son was also harmed by those birdmen this time." The young man said quickly.
"Since your soul clone has been destroyed, prepare to come back. I heard a few days ago that the Gate of Advent in the hands of the guy who manages your plane was damaged. I guess it won't be long before those birdmen come to find you.
, you must know that the Gate of Advent cannot be easily repaired. When those birdmen come to find you, you are taking advantage of it..." This giant man looked very rough and arrogant, but he turned out to be a sinister guy.
"Thank you for your concern, father. My son knows." The young man replied gratefully. Knowing that his father knew about the damage to a small Advent Gate, he probably only found out because he cared about himself, so the young man was so excited.
"Okay, that's it, but remember not to be polite to those birdies. You must know that those guys are extremely rich. If you offer a low price, you are still insulting them. I will wait for you at home. When I come back
You are not allowed to leave home until you have cultivated to the realm of a higher god." The giant man closed the communication array with just one sentence.
"Oh my god, upper god, I haven't reached the realm of the middle god yet? But it's okay, I don't have to stay in this big bullshit place anymore." The young man howled, but then he thought about it.
"Hey, let's think carefully about the coming of the Light God Clan. What conditions are needed?" The young man's eyes rolled around.
"Master Manager, the people in the Equipment Department said that it is difficult to repair the Gate of Advent, especially the positioning system inside. It is estimated that it will take some time." In front of the manager, Chris Snyder, stood the Second Deacon, who is the leader of the civilian deacons.
"Well, Second Deacon, you have worked hard during this period to keep a close eye on the people in the Department of Instruments. I know that you have all practiced hard, and you have done much better than those who can only talk." Chris Snyder praised.
A few words from the second deacon.
"My lord, the steward, is serious. These are matters within the scope of the young men." The second deacon replied excitedly.
"Well, this Gate of Advent is of great importance, so I will leave it to the Second Deacon. You must know that this is a major matter that concerns you." Chris Snyder solemnly ordered.
"Don't worry, Mr. Steward!" the second deacon replied, patting his chest.
Fire Snyder chatted with the second deacon for a few more words, and then the second deacon walked out with a red face. However, he met the first deacon at the door who was full of alcohol. He snorted disdainfully and left, muttering in his heart:
"A bunch of guys who only know how to eat, drink and have fun!"
"Hmph, a bunch of coolies!" The chief deacon looked at the hurried second deacon and said with disdain.
"Master Steward, I have found out that the defender is..." The Archdeacon entered the door of Chris Snyder and reported quickly.
"Okay, only people from a big family can find out such things. As expected of someone from a big family, this method is really good." After listening to the report of the great deacon, Chris Snyder said with praise.
"Haha, thank you for your praise, sir." The Archdeacon replied respectfully and somewhat airily.
"Thank you for your hard work. You can reimburse the expenses this time. You can prepare some more. Let's go meet this stickler. Then you can come with me." Chris Snyder patted the Archdeacon on the shoulder and said.
"It's not hard, it's not hard. I'm going to prepare now. Sir, just listen to the good news." After saying this, the chief deacon left in a hurry.
"Haha, after just a few words, people rushed to do things. Let's go see if there are any good things at the auction." Chris Snyder muttered, and the figure disappeared.
"Who are you?" Ryan turned around and found that there was no one behind him, but Ryan still shouted loudly.
"Who are you? You offended that old woman." A voice rang in front of Ryan. When Ryan looked down, he found a little man only about 30 centimeters tall, staring at him with pitiful eyes.
Live yourself.
"Ladies?" Ryan asked in confusion.
"It's that bullshit queen." The villain asked, rolling his eyes.
"Oh! What's going on here, why are there so many rooms, and what are they used for." Ryan said something incomprehensible, and then asked.
"How do I know? I've only been here for a few days, but those rooms can't be opened. I don't know what's inside?" the villain replied.
"What race are you?" Ryan asked curiously.
"Sea Clan!" the villain replied seriously.
"Nonsense!" Seeing that the villain was unwilling to tell his race, Ryan did not ask again, but carefully looked at the space.
"Cell!" Ryan looked at it and came to a conclusion.
"And it can still be imprisoned in a sanctuary-level cell!" Ryan came to a conclusion again.
This space is not big. The only thing visible is only about tens of thousands of square meters. It is a passage, and on both sides of the passage are rooms one after another. Ryan counted it. There are 80 rooms in total, and more than half of them are open. Ryan
He didn't go in, but more than half of it was sealed by a door made of a strange substance.
"Is this the administrator's room?" Ryan entered a room and found that the room was quite large, covering thousands of square meters. In addition to a pile of dead bones and some equipment, the room looked like it belonged to a prison cell.
Something used by jailers.
"Crash!" Ryan reached out and touched a barrel-like object, but as soon as he touched it, the thing shattered into a pile of black powder.
"Don't look at it, there is nothing good. If there is anything good, I would have found it a long time ago." The villain looked at Ryan and kept looking through the things in the house, but without exception, they were all corroded by time and became a piece of cake.
Heaping dust, he couldn't help but remind him.
"Ding dong!" A crisp metal sound rang out, and Ryan picked up a string of strange-shaped unknown metal pieces.
"That's it!" Ryan quickly put the thing away and hurried out.