I have a piece of land in my hand

In a pavilion in the back garden of a historic European Holy See, Morgana sits on a stone bench with Atto standing behind him, and opposite is an old man holding a papal scepter.

He is the new generation of European pope Nicholas Krass.

Because he has commanded countless congregations, he has been given a magical scepter from the day he surrendered to Morgana, which can control lightning and use the weather to kill people!

"The earth is now censusable. There are already 300 million people. They are beginning to believe that Queen Morgana can bring them immortality." Pope Krass stretched out three fingers, and then continued: "But this caused a war. Constantly, of course, the faith of angels still occupies an absolute advantage."

Morgana listened attentively and was about to speak, Atto walked over and reported: "Queen, there is a message from Huaxia, Sunlight Rayna wants to talk to you, she wants to know you Attitude to gluttony."

"Ha? Alright! Lena is looking for me? I want to know my attitude, huh?" Morgana laughed a few times, then coldly said, "Why doesn't she ask Pan Zhen's attitude?"

"Well, everyone who is willing to listen to the devil's opinion is our friend. But...there is no need to meet. Wouldn't I be embarrassed if the kid suddenly jumped over and melted me?"

After a pause, Morgana said to Atto: "Go tell her, who calls me the queen, whom I will help, and the gluttonous king is addicted to being a queen, so I am willing to call me a queen temporarily, so... I will think about it!"

On the other side of the ocean, in the lobby on the first floor of a famous hotel in China, Lena sat opposite Mr. Bu with her white legs, and talked with the demon army through him.

"In this case, you tell her that although I don't want to ask Pan Zhen for help, he is too old, too big, too far away." Rena's face was calm, and she looked at the coffee table in front of her, "but if necessary , I will find him! Now, I decide to go my own way."

For a long time, Mr. Bu waited for Atto's reply. Queen Morgana meant that it was a pity to give up the gluttonous army.

He took out a cigar from the cigar box he opened without any haste, and then motioned to his men to send it to Rena.

The exquisite cigar box packaging didn't let Rena take another look, but asked aloud, "Are you a terrorist?"

"You won't burn me with a torch?" Mr. Bu waved his hand and asked his men to step back.

"Not for the time being." Lena turned her head and looked out the window: "I don't want to cooperate with you or take advantage of your intentions. I will give you a suggestion to leave China. Even if I don't mind, Xiongbinglian will mind."

"Hahahaha..." Mr. Bu smiled disapprovingly, and the gangster flicked the soot, "Miss Rena, you have to think about it, if I leave China and return to North America, another one God, will tell me again: YOU, Bug! I suggest you roll back to China immediately!"

"Hahahaha, understand each other."

When he finished speaking, Lena got up, looked at him quietly for two seconds, then put her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker and turned away.

During this process, Mr. Bu played a drum in his heart, until Lena completely left the hotel building, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, in the small hotel in Yellowstone City, Morgana retired and wore a small sling. She lay on the bed again, leaning on her side, hugging the sleeping rose from behind, and lightly resting on her cheek. A kiss.

No one knows how much she hopes for Qiangwei, so that she wants to hide her identity and pretend to be an ordinary earth woman to take the opportunity to get close to Qiangwei.

That is the hope for God, the hope for the theory of time and space!

...

On the top of the mountain, the clouds are soothing.

Lena stood quietly on the edge of a rock on the top of the mountain, looking at the magnificent sea of ​​clouds, with a complex expression, then raised her hand to wipe the sky.

In the next moment, the blue sky with a blazing sun suddenly turned into a magnificent scene of endless stars in her vision.

"Headmaster Space, I have a lot of doubts." Lena raised her head and asked.

After a while, in the endless starry sky, an echo slowly appeared: "Because I am the creator of Shenhe, I can still communicate with you smoothly."

"Principal!" Lena looked at the starry sky expectantly, "Can I communicate with you?"

The voice that seemed to come from the vicissitudes of ancient times said again: "Because you are the light of the sun, I was proud of it, and I would like to communicate with you."

"Principal, I have doubts."

"I don't want to answer any of your doubts. I can no longer understand your questions and the dimensions of your thoughts."

Lena frowned and asked in disbelief, "Are you still confused?"

"Endless doubts, hundreds of millions of years of doubts, doubts that cannot be stopped." The ancient voice echoed in the galaxy, seeming to penetrate the endless years.

"Is it so painful?" Lena asked.

"No."

"But how do I understand you?" Lena raised her head, her eyes full of doubts.

"Remote, endless future."

"Then have you ever protected the world of your creation?"

"once."

"what about now?"

"no longer."

"What about Super Seminary?"

"Morgana, Chen Fan, choose one."

"What?" Lena didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again.

"why no."

"Can you... describe your current state?"

"Infinite mysteries, incomprehensible, communication barriers, tens of billions of years of exploration, barriers in thinking dimensions."

"So...you won't give me opinions on my behavior?" The expression on Lena's face was a little bit painful, like a scholar struggling to find the answer but to no avail.

"Any, does not affect the void dimension."

"I understand." Lena sighed, "I can't listen to Pan Zhen's opinion. It is ancient and authoritative, and you can't give me more guidance. I'm at the top, thank you."

The starry sky above the clouds gradually disappeared, and Lena went down the mountain silently.

In less than half an hour, she stood at the door of the big hotel controlled by Mr. Bu again, looking at the building that was blazing fire, her eyes calm.

A day later, outside Luoyang city.

Because of the failure of the beheading operation, Ge Xiaolun suffered serious injuries to his comrades. He blamed himself very much, shut himself in a tent and stared at the table in a daze.

The Xiongxin communication system is still working normally, providing the soldiers with the ability to communicate information at a distance.

"Hey! Yes, yes, it's been a week, no! No progress! It's been a week, and we haven't moved a step!" Lin Lei's voice appeared in the communication system.

"Tell your troops not to rush in! They will use carpet bombing! The range is too big!"

"Right, right, right! If you can't hold it, go back to the mountain...return to the mountain!"

"Yes, are there any planes? Don't drive out! Ask you to stand by! Stand by! Understand!"

Suddenly, a message from the communication system was directly transmitted into Ge Xiaolun's mind.

"Ge Xiaolun, I received your message."

"I'm on your channel, Ge Xiaolun, are you there?"

"Ge Xiaolun?"

"Ge Xiaolun, you have done an amazing thing. Hey, can you hear me? Hey!"

"Can you hear me? Ge Xiaolun!"

The voice grew louder and suddenly awakened Ge Xiaolun who was in a daze.

"Lena?"