At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Charles has been undergoing labor reform for almost three months now, still working at a pig farm in the Northwest Gobi Desert. So far, he has not repented, and his original job of raising pigs has been changed to cleaning pig pens.

The last time she visited him, she wanted her help to get him out of there.

This was something she couldn't possibly do. Even if she had the ability to get Charles out into civilian society, a man as unenlightened and despicable as him wouldn't be able to find a job. The best outcome for him would be to beg.

Even if he went begging, no one would likely pity him and give him a dollar or two.

Ran Bing nodded, and ice-blue patterns appeared on her neck. Ice elemental power covered her body, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees: "Yes, even I have reached the third level. Mark and I obtained the immortal patterns three days apart. I have now reached 473 points, Mark has 892 points, and Instructor Lin has 987 points."

Erica's eyes were full of anticipation: "I'm 813 now. I wonder if it's possible to reach the fourth rank if I go to that dungeon in Britain."

Feixue crossed her arms: "I'm sure I can achieve it. I really look forward to getting some extraordinary resources in the dungeon."

"Hey, comrade over there, could you help me replace the moving parts of my gravity body? It's a bit stiff." A soldier who was adjusting the gravity body waved to the repairman who was passing by.

"Oh, no problem, I'll be right over after I deliver these parts." The man waved his hand and said, wiping the sweat from his cheeks with a towel, looking at the Gravity Body with anticipation.

"Almost there, I'm just a little short of passing the physical fitness test. I will definitely become a full-fledged soldier."

He originally had no name, only a code name, 4068. Because of his repair skills and the fact that he was the first to awaken, he became a repairman at the base. His two friends also became repairmen like him.

He had pleaded with the troops to go to the Tokyo battlefield. Although he was just a repairman, he still saved several soldiers who had lost their fighting ability, and thus awakened his abilities.

However, its ability is not very strong; it can only sense the durability of metal.

"Wang Chao, hurry up! What are you still doing? Get the parts over there quickly, everyone's waiting to use them," a short girl wearing a supervisor's armband urged, arms crossed.

"I just got here. It will take some time to find all the parts." Wang Chao is his current name, 4068. The girl in front of him was originally codenamed 4277, and is now called Li Mei.

Because of her strong management skills, she was promoted to a junior manager in the maintenance team. However, although she still cares about her former colleagues as before, it seems that her concern is only for ordinary colleagues.

Although he felt a little disappointed, he already felt he was the happiest person in the world, where everyone could live in this world full of hope and the future.

I passed by a building with the word 'Education Building' written on it, and inside, dozens of people were being angrily reprimanded by their instructors.

"It's been three months! Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? You're incorrigible, aren't you? I'll apply for your labor reform right now!"

"Heh." Wang Chao chuckled disdainfully. He recognized some of these people; they were the ones who treated the Dust People like beasts during the Lighthouse era.

There's an old saying in the Xia Dynasty: fortunes change, and in this world full of love and justice, these once high and mighty people will eventually be reduced to the lowest rung.

Even being reduced to the lowest rung is much better than being a mortal in the lighthouse.

"Still looking? Hurry up and move along." A blond-haired guy shoved him from behind. This was his best friend, whose code name used to be 4079.

"I understand. The higher-ups are planning to send elites to the British dungeons. I really want to go."

"Come on, this isn't a war, we're not going to deploy an air fortress."

At this moment, a loud sound echoed throughout the entire base, and the two looked at the training field with envy.

"As expected of Lieutenant Lin, he defeated Captain Mark again."

The invincible Captain Mark, whom they once admired, was now just a punching bag.

Moreover, Captain Mark doesn't even rank in the top 100 of the nation's superhuman rankings.

boom!

Slight vibrations were generated throughout the base.

"Haaah, haaah..." Mark lay in the pit, panting heavily, spread-eagled: "I lost again. Lieutenant Lin's strength is really not to be underestimated."

"Mark, you're a monster, both in terms of stamina and recovery ability." Lin Yong was also slightly out of breath and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Crack! Suddenly, he seemed to feel some kind of shackles being broken, and wind elemental power surged out of his body, forming a gale that blew in all directions.

Even the hundreds of people in the audience were blown so hard they couldn't open their eyes.

"Huh?" Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the intense pressure. "Fourth tier?"

"He actually broke through." Lin Yong was a little stunned. He thought that he would have to fight several high-difficulty battles or save hundreds of thousands of people to break through.

Is that so? It's because he had already accumulated enough 'achievements' while in Tokyo.

Although the gods have not explicitly told humanity about 'merits,' all humans share this consensus: even if they don't know how to measure them, doing good deeds as much as possible is equivalent to preparing for a breakthrough in their own rank.

"Fourth tier? Wow!" Mo Cheng quickly took out the measuring instrument to check.

[Lin Yong: 1003 Fourth-Order Elementary Level]

"Roar roar roar roar roar..." The entire base erupted in cheers in an instant.

At the same time.

The Middle East, Iraq, Waqal.

Iraq and Syria were the core of Mesopotamia five thousand years ago, and the area where the city of Wakar is located is the site of Uruk, a city that once worshipped Ishtar.

Just two weeks ago, the city was engulfed in war, with ruins everywhere, and the residents lived numbly amidst these ruins.

At this point, no trace of ruins can be seen. Instead, there is a neat, circular city with streets radiating outwards from the city center.

The buildings in the city center are constructed of earth-yellow stone, built with rock elements. At the very center is a large building resembling a flat-topped pyramid, topped with a magnificent temple. Various gemstones are inlaid on the temple, and the corners are covered with gold, making it extremely luxurious.

The temple has long staircases leading down in all four directions: east, west, south, and north. City dwellers dressed in ancient Uruk-style short shirts or white robes walk toward the temple, their eyes filled with piety.

People walking up the long steps leading to the temple looked back.

On the outskirts of the city, construction crews are building modern buildings, while further out, everything is bathed in gold.

It was as if a golden ocean surrounded the entire city.

That was a golden sea of ​​ripe wheat. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wheat in the air. Further out, herds of cattle and sheep could be seen being driven by herders, and date palm groves could be faintly seen.

"Great goddess Ishtar, mistress of beauty and love, protector of harvest and shepherds, mistress of Venus and war, guardian deity of us Mesopotamia, thank you for bringing salvation to us humble beings." The middle-aged man looked up at the top of the stairs with eyes full of piety, then pulled his six-year-old daughter beside him and continued climbing the stairs.

He is a resident of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. He still remembers that day when he and his family hid in the ruins and watched in despair as militants rushed into the streets and exchanged fire with government troops, and many people died from bullets.

He thought he and his family would also be among those killed in the bloodbath, but unexpectedly, boundless divine power descended, and then he saw countless meteors falling from the sky, knocking down all the armed men.

Furthermore, it was declared that all people in Mesopotamia should cease hostilities and venerate the 'Mistress of Heaven'.

Afterwards, the goddess Ishtar descended upon this place and established a city. More and more people gathered here, and more and more extraordinary beings were born under the divine power of the goddess Ishtar.

Under Ishtar's oracle, the superhumans swiftly conquered cities and territories, eliminating most of the most heinous criminals.

Furthermore, it used its divine power to transform barren land into a golden sea of ​​wheat for humankind.

He was also one of the extraordinary beings and one of the leaders who first launched the trial of sinners in Baghdad. He received the stigmata when he became mayor through popular election.

At this time, he was visiting Ishtar, the goddess who was the mistress of Mesopotamia.

"Daddy, is Goddess very beautiful? Everyone says Goddess is the most beautiful goddess." His six-year-old daughter tugged at his clothes and asked innocently.

"Yes, Ishtar is the most beautiful goddess in the world, the goddess of beauty. My dear daughter, Nada, the goddess will surely bless you to grow up to be a beautiful young woman." The middle-aged man stroked his daughter's head.

"Halt! Please state your identity and purpose." Two middle-aged women at the temple entrance held long spears, and elemental power emanated from their bodies. Both were second-tier transcendent beings.

“My name is Adel, and I am the mayor of Baghdad. I have come to pay homage to the great goddess Ishtar in order to obtain a holy mark. This is my daughter, Nada,” Adel said humbly, raising his arm to reveal the holy mark on it.

The guard's voice softened: "Warrior Adel, please enter, but when you meet the goddess, do not look directly at her; you must maintain the utmost respect."

“I will heed your advice.” Adel led his daughter through the temple gates.

The temple was very large, not just a single building, but a complex of buildings. Only the square temple was the main hall of worship; the other buildings were the private residences of the goddess.

As soon as Adel arrived at the shrine, he heard mournful cries.

"The horrific war that has struck the eastern coast of the Mediterranean has already caused us immense suffering, my Goddess."

“Our villages and cities have been destroyed, and shells are falling on the refugee camp every day.”

"Food, medicine, and even water have been cut off. We simply can't hold on any longer."

"Please, Goddess, help us! Waaaaah!"

Adel saw a dozen or so men and women, young and old, all wearing white headscarves, kneeling and wailing in grief beneath the goddess's throne.

Since the monster appeared in the world more than a year ago, the whole world has been preoccupied with its own problems, so the events on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean have gradually been forgotten by countries around the world.

Even the repeated appearances of gods could not stop them.

After all, they believed in God, even though God had never set foot in that place, and they didn't even have a single awakened one.

Even though the Allah worshipped by the White Turbans in the Middle East, the Christian and Squid religions all believe in the same Creator, there are still significant differences between them.

The group of outsiders on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean believed themselves to be God's chosen people, and that everyone else was inferior and only fit to be ruled by them.

Now they want to occupy all the land on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and exterminate everyone else in that region.

Ishtar sat on her jewel-encrusted golden throne, her hand supporting her cheek: "I am aware of this matter. You may all return and wait. I will take care of things for you."

"Yes, great goddess Ishtar!" A dozen Bass people wept with joy.

With divine intervention, their suffering will pass.

Adel nodded slightly to these people, silently mourning for the group of outsiders on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. The goddess was ruthless in dealing with such matters.

"Honestly, what's wrong with Mesopotamia? It wasn't like this before. Criminals are everywhere." Ishtar cursed in frustration, "Is this still the Mesopotamia I know?"

"Where are the simple-minded Mesopotamians? I really want to drag out the Bull of Heaven and kill them all, or let Gilgamesh make a cruel law."

"Greetings, Goddess Ishtar!" Adel immediately knelt down, sweating profusely. He had heard that the goddess had been complaining ever since she descended to earth.

Has it come to the point where we have to unleash the Bull of Heaven?

"Alright, I know you, Adel. From now on, you just be a good mayor of Baghdad and don't make a mess of Baghdad. Get out of here."

"Yes, yes, yes." Adel hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and was about to turn and leave.

"return."

"Yes!" Adel was drenched in sweat.

"This goddess is going to organize a team to go to the British dungeon. You are quite strong in Mesopotamia, so I'll add you."

"I understand, I understand."

"Get out of here," Ishtar said, extremely displeased.

Since returning to Mesopotamia, she hasn't had a single peaceful day. She's always busy with this or that, or someone comes to complain about her every day.

She is a goddess, someone to be worshipped, not a king. These things should be left to the king.

But nowadays, no one is qualified to be king.

In her opinion, one should at least reach the fifth rank to become king, otherwise it would be a disgrace to Ishtar.