Light Barrier

Chapter 1180

Baixiu took Gu Xiaoman and left the Temple of Light in Xiyin City.

But not long after, Baixiu left and returned.

"Miss Meng, the person you are waiting for is not just Xiaoman, nor is it just me."

Bai Xiu took a deep breath, stood in front of the majestic and blazing light throne, and asked seriously: "I came here this time to ask... Is that person still alive?"

Meng Xizhou looked complicated.

The picture shown in the Forbidden Library varies from person to person.

And the word fate is indescribably wonderful.

Sometimes, just one word can change the fate of countless people.

"I can't say."

Meng Xizhou thought for a moment, shook her head, and said solemnly: "Mr. Bai Xiu, it doesn't matter who I'm waiting for. What matters is... I can feel that that day is coming soon."

That day...is it coming soon?

Baixiu wanted to say something, but finally stopped.

these four years.

He visited almost every 【Old World] ruins along the border of Beizhou. Mu Wanqiu gave him an extremely detailed and complete map. He went to explore every doubtful point marked on the map... ... There are indeed remaining fragments of starship civilization in those places, but no matter how hard I search, I can’t find any clues about [Candle Extinguishing】.

There is no suitable kindling.

Unable to touch the source.

Even if you are as stunningly talented as Baixiu, you are still blocked by this natural chasm.

Why doesn't he want to break into the Tower of Source... But even Meng Xizhou, who has smelted the light fire, is not sure to face Qingwu. Now, what can he do to participate in this divine battle?@@@@

"I want to go to the Forbidden Library again."

Take a deep breath.

Xiaoxiu looked at the goddess of light in front of her.

If fate really revealed something to him, if that legendary bow was really destined for him...

Then he wants to try again.

Try again, can you find a ray of light in the endless darkness?

...

...

"How long has it been since we left our hometown...?"

"Four years and six months."

"Tsk, you remember it so clearly, do you want to go back?"

"Hush, be silent! The bishop is coming soon!"

In the deep sky, the stars are dim, and a huge blue starship is sailing in the void. The airflow is turbulent and is blocked by the source energy shield. The interior of the starship is only slightly bumpy.

Several cabin cleaning staff were whispering.

But soon the sound stopped abruptly, and several figures walked down the corridor in the distance. Bishop Ranveer would visit this area every week, but today, Ranveer and several believers stood respectfully behind one person. The attitude is more respectful and flattering than that of the cleaning staff.

"Lord Haitong, we are still 20% short of the progress of this week's collection task. When the starship docks in the windless zone, the difficulty of collecting mithril will be greatly reduced. Can I apply for a delivery extension?"

Saint Haitong paused.

After leaving Nanzhou, the starship was cut off from external energy supply.

Traveling in the 【Old World】 is not an easy task. Even if the starship has an independent energy production system, if you want to provide for the survival of ten thousand people, it is not enough to rely solely on the ecosystem within the starship to proliferate on its own.

The Storm requires regular moorings.

The extraordinary beings of the church will take this opportunity to drive an airship from the docking port and collect enough mithril in the windless zone, as well as extraordinary fuel containing source matter.

The former is a raw material for repairing ship cabins.

The latter is a temporary reserve when the ecosystem cannot supply it.

In the event of an unexpected incident, these extraordinary fuels can come in handy.

At the beginning of the voyage, the Tempest could completely afford the loss of these energy sources. Even if it was occasionally attacked by a small seismic storm, there would be no pressure... But as time went by, everyone on the ship gradually realized the difficulty of escaping in the starship era. .

Open source cannot be achieved, starship technology cannot be advanced, and after many years of sailing, no anchoring area suitable for long-term mining has been seen.

So... we can only consider throttling.

Newborns born in recent years have been placed in nutrition cabins and maintained at the lowest cost. Since the Storm God Seat has decided to leave South Continent, it is natural that it has made up its mind to continue and develop its church in the 【Old World】.

Then these babies become the fire for the continuation of the church's faith.

The cost of feeding a baby is low.

But the cost of feeding adults, especially those in power... is very high.

In fact, the reserve resources in the starship are quite sufficient, and at least there is no major survival crisis at present. However, in any case, appropriately "laying off" some people will always be a good thing to reduce the burden on the starship.

Therefore, there is the task of mining the turbulent zone.

It's just that there are different opinions within the temple about this "layoff" behavior... Some people believe that if you want to sail in the 【Old World】 for a long time, you are destined to pay a price.

Death is inevitable.

Instead of asking people to sacrifice themselves in the name of the church.

It is better to weave lies and cover up the truth.

Some people also believe that today's starships have not yet encountered a real energy crisis, and the regular "layoffs" are a bit premature. It takes more than ten years for newborns to grow, and there will be natural deaths within the starships during these ten years. , if the sickle is swung too hard, there will be obvious gaps in the future.

In fact, the opposition and differences between these two opinions mainly come from two people.

Spring Plow, and Red Dragon.

The God of Storms retreated in the temple to recuperate from his injuries. In the battle with Bai Zhu, he was seriously injured and has not yet recovered. He has only appeared twice in the past four years, both of which were to cope with the inevitable storm of essence.

Therefore, Chunli and Honglong became the executors of the God's will.

Separate, confront!

This is the reason why the God of Storms recruited Red Dragon under his command... He needs someone who can check and balance Chunli when he is in seclusion, who can clamp down on power, and who can keep the top leaders of the Holy City in balance.

The "God's command" mentioned by Saint Haitong is actually the will of Saint Chunli.

God seat in retreat.

Chunli, as the head of the Holy City, manages many matters of the Storm.

only......

In the past, the Chunli Sage said exactly what he said, and no one in the entire Southern Continent dared to challenge him.

But it's different now.

"I'll pick you up."

The red dragon stood still, looked at the bishop in front of him, and said softly: "Bishop Ranville, from today on, you are my subordinate... This living area also belongs to me. Today's 'turbulent zone' collection mission is cancelled. .”

Ranveer was stunned.

"???"

The veins on Saint Haitong's forehead bulged, and his expression was extremely ugly.

Red Dragon directly snatched away his bishop and the entire planning area in front of him. What he just said did not mean any discussion at all...

This is a notification!

"Do you know what you are doing?" Saint Hai Tong's voice was low and angry, "Red Dragon, do you want to declare war with me?"

The words just fell.

The punch landed directly on the face of Saint Hai Tong.

The saint didn't see the red dragon's attack clearly at all. He only felt that his vision went dark, and he was thrown away. He was heavily embedded in a mithril alloy plate and spit out blood with a loud sound.

"Who do you think you are, that you are worthy enough for me to declare war?"

The red dragon looked down at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

"Go back and tell Chunli."

"I have taken over this living area. This is what God's Lord wants."

Haitong was dumbfounded.

After doing all this, Red Dragon slowly came to the frightened cleaning staff. He bent down and picked up a piece of cleaning cloth and spoke softly.

"Counting from the day we left Wuzhou..."

"Today marks four years, six months and three days since I left home."