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Chapter 585, An Unforgettable Day

I just walked out of the transit station.

The mutated world immediately gave it its own warning.

A terrifying bolt of lightning streaked across the dim sky, like a grotesque centipede scar.

A few raindrops fell.

Then it gets denser and larger.

Ever since this Salvation Army broke out of the Land of Hope, the weather in this area has never been good.

There was a storm a few days ago.

A few days before that was an earthquake.

Now, it's raining heavily.

A mage tower was moved from the Land of Hope.

As a prerequisite for the floating city, it is also known as the "beginner version" of the floating city.

The Mage Tower is already capable of performing some of the functions that only floating cities possess.

E.g.

"To stabilize the earth."

Some powerful floating cities are basically small continents flying in the sky.

Stabilizing the earth is a very basic requirement.

Dark blue patterns climb up the tower.

This is a manifestation of the flow of magical energy, and it is also the most direct manifestation of the power of money.

The existence of this mage tower is presided over by a legendary mage who specializes in earth element.

It stands here as a large geological stabilizer.

This may be a major reason why the mechanical mages active on the battlefield have become increasingly irritable lately.

Perhaps every time I look up, I realize a cruel truth.

"I may never be able to build such a mage tower in my entire life..."

Traditional sorcerers viewed mechanical sorcerers as labor sorcerers.

Their noses are practically pointing to the sky.

All the mechanical mages were on edge, eager to give these traditional mages a good slap in the face.

But now, facing this luxurious mage tower.

"I was under the weight of wind and snow for two or three years, which adds up to five years."

"You all say I'm a disappointment, but that's exactly what I'm like."

"When I'm feeling down, the only thing I can do is lift weights."

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The rain came quickly and fell heavily, large drops of rain falling from the sky with unparalleled ferocity.

This is no ordinary rain.

It has a slightly corrosive smell and an indescribable fishy odor.

This is a show of force.

Jarl, who had just stepped out of the transit station, was crammed together with other young Salvation Army recruits under the metal frame of the transit station, which had just been covered with a sheet metal roof.

In the torrential rain, they looked like a flock of little quails hiding under banana leaves.

In the land of hope.

Although the sun was just as cold, at least the sky wasn't so gloomy.

At noon, when the sun is at its strongest, at least you can still feel a little warmth.

But everything that appeared before him was completely unfamiliar.

The officer who came to pick them up was also huddled among the new recruits.

obviously.

He couldn't do anything about the heavy rain.

It's not just him.

Just now, the mage tower on that tall building lit up for a brief moment, but quickly dimmed again.

Clearly, even that legendary archmage was helpless against the torrential rain from the sky.

because.

"He is an earth mage."

Suddenly.

Suddenly, a figure next to him jumped up as if burned.

However, the sheet metal on top of the metal frame was not welded properly, leaving a crack.

It stems from someone's carelessness.

Rainwater kept pouring down through the crack.

Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and the people and things in the transfer station all started to move.

The mechanical mages were shouting loudly.

"Hurry, hurry up and move all the supplies to a place where they won't get wet in the rain, and the spare parts too!"

"This rain is polluted!"

"Bring out the idols, quickly, quickly let those priests pray to the gods!"

Shortly after.

A tall statue in the center of the transfer station lit up. The hazy light spread, completely enveloping the entire transfer station.

Moreover, it's not just that.

Throughout the transit station, many places were originally covered with detailed depictions of deities.

This is quite an abrupt thing.

After all, the entire transfer station had that kind of sloppy and rough feel to it.

But ironically, those inconspicuous corners and edges were the first to be given a high-end renovation.

But until now.

In this situation...

Everything then makes sense.

The pollution in the rainwater was wiped away by the divine light, leaving only the foul, fishy smell.

Several priests with smiles on their faces appeared, laughing heartily.

He was carrying a large number of booklets, along with a basket of candy.

Xiao Yang basically pulled all the gods of the Lost Homeland into his camp.

Of course, the fact that no one can escape is a very important point.

It is equally important to have more believers.

"Child, the one who just unleashed his power was the great God of Protection. On the battlefield, recite his name often, and the gods will bless you and me!"

Missionaries and believers.

This is also an important reason why the gods were willing to spare no effort in joining this war.

Otherwise, no one would want to be a fixed light bulb switch.

Even divine intervention couldn't stop the heavy rain.

It only brought a touch of tranquility to the people huddled together like quails in the transfer station.

Staying here indefinitely is clearly not a good idea.

quickly.

In the heavy rain, a figure wearing a coat rushed over, leaving behind a large number of similar coats before hurrying away again.

Calling it an overcoat is a stretch.

It was actually a cloak sewn from waterproof tarpaulin.

However, it is appropriate to use it in this situation.

Although the rain came down with great force, it actually caused little harm other than a little corrosiveness and a similarly small amount of pollution.

If you bring the first generation of survivors from the City of Hope here, they might even sigh with admiration.

"This rain is so clean."

Put on the cloak.

In the pitch-black darkness, led by the re-established commanding officer, the young recruits rushed out in a flurry.

Behind.

A series of wailing sounds rang out.

Little Jarl turned around and saw several figures running frantically through the heavy rain, disregarding everything else.

Behind them, a figure in a crisp uniform, holding a black iron rod, chased angrily.

after many years.

He will probably still remember this day.

This was a day that's hard to describe.

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