vstars Chapter 78 Training Camp Ends.
Chapter 78 Training Camp Ends.
Under the dark sky, several black crows flew over a mysterious church.
Inside the church, on the Thorn Throne, Ye Yu's eyes were wide open, her right hand gripping the armrest of the throne tightly.
"An angel, a lousy hospital, and that damn god who turned himself into a lapdog!"
He mumbled in his sleep, panting heavily, gritting his teeth.
I thought it would be easy to capture Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye and bring them to the Ancient God Church this time.
As a result... not only were two nightmare projections lost, but the sixth, twelfth, and fourteenth seats of the believers also died!
It's like losing your wife and losing your troops!
"Damn it, you guys... Patrick Star, let's go catch him together..."
Snapped!
Yiyu slapped his mouth, a look of shock appearing on his face.
what happened?
The believers standing below in the main hall were also taken aback and exchanged glances.
Patrick Star? What's that?
The Ninth Seat thought for a moment and whispered, "I remember this looks like SpongeBob SquarePants..."
The believers were puzzled. Why would the usually serious Master Yiyu suddenly say such things?
This isn't like Master Yiyu's style at all!
The murmurs on the throne covered their mouths tightly, and were secretly surprised to sense the presence of another soul within their bodies.
What is this?
What exactly did that kid do to my projection?!
The man was on the verge of exploding with rage, desperately suppressing the restless soul within him.
He then slowly lowered his hand, his expression returning to its usual seriousness, and looked at the believers below.
"Let's put the pursuit of the two god agents and the death agent on hold for now. The believers need some time to recover their strength. Then we'll... Patrick Star..."
Snapped!
He slapped himself in the face.
The believers: "..."
Anger flashed across the man's face as he murmured, "You won't be able to torment my soul... Let's catch jellyfish together..."
Snapped!
Another slap.
The believers below were stunned; the fight was more exciting than any blockbuster movie.
Some believers covered their mouths, trying their best not to laugh.
"Lord Yiyu, what's wrong with you?" the Fifth Seat asked cautiously.
Just as he was about to speak, the soul began to take over his body again, so he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
Upon seeing this, the fifth seatman was startled.
The man in the dream waved his hand and uttered two words with difficulty.
"Get out!"
The believers were confused, but eventually they obeyed and left the church.
"What's wrong with you today, Master Ye? What Patrick Star and SpongeBob SquarePants? Aren't those cartoons?"
[The believer] The ninth seat addressed the eighth seat.
"Who knows? Lord Yiyu's affairs are not something we can interfere with."
The eighth seat shook his head and said, "Just complete the task assigned to us by Lord Yiyu, and don't worry about anything else."
The Ninth Seat nodded and slowly left the church.
……
Training camp.
The bright sunshine shone on all the buildings in the training camp.
On a rooftop, Yuan Gang watched the new recruits slowly gathering at the training ground, his heart filled with emotion.
"Haha, Chief Instructor, you always seem to have a moment of reflection on the rooftop every year when the training camp ends," said Instructor Hong, who was accompanying him.
Yuan Gang had a faint smile on his lips. "Although I'm usually very strict with them, I still feel a little reluctant to part ways with them!"
"This year's batch of geniuses is the most I've ever had since I took over as the Night's Watch training commander, and I'm afraid it will never be surpassed in the future."
"That's not necessarily true," Instructor Hong laughed. "Perhaps in the future, as more and more gods appear in the Great Xia Dynasty, there will only be more agents of the gods."
Yuan Gang nodded, recalling the divine dragon he had seen a few days earlier in Nanshan, Tianjin, and hope appeared in his eyes.
After enjoying the breeze on the rooftop for a while, he glanced down at his watch and said, "Let's go, it's almost time for the oath-taking ceremony."
After saying that, Yuan Gang turned and walked down from the rooftop.
Instructor Hong glanced at the training ground below, at the new recruits who were about to become true Night Watchmen, a smile playing on his lips, and then walked down from the rooftop.
Training Course.
"Brother Shen, I'll miss you terribly, sob sob sob, I don't want to leave you!"
The three brothers, Deng Wei and Li Liang, hugged Shen Qingzhu, tears streaming down their faces.
"What are you three doing? Get out of my way... hug one at a time."
Shen Qingzhu used both hands to block the three men's attacks.
Baili Pangpang clicked his tongue in disbelief at the eye-watering scene.
Turning to look at the girl, a smile appeared on the chubby face of the red-haired woman.
Then, he walked over to Jiang Ye, Lin Qiye, and Cao Yuan.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye?" Cao Yuan looked at Baili Pangpang in surprise and pointed to Molly not far away.
"You don't understand, Lao Cao. This is called a cool and aloof tactic," Baili Pangpang chuckled.
Cao Yuan shook his head. "You? Aloof, indeed!"
"By the way, Cao Yuan, Qi Ye, Jiang Ye, come visit Guangzhou and Shenzhen sometime. I'll make sure you have everything arranged perfectly."
"Whatever delicious food or pretty girls you want, your brothers can find it for you."
Baili Pangpang stepped between Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye, patting his chest and saying.
Lin Qiye was speechless for a moment. "You need to be more restrained when you go back, otherwise even if Molly likes you in the future, you won't be able to keep up."
"How is that possible! I'm perfectly capable!"
Cao Yuan nodded, "Ah, yes, yes, yes."
Baili Pangpang: "..."
Jiang Ye smiled slightly; listening to them chat was quite interesting.
To obtain the divine skill "Words Can Be Made Power," you are still 15,000 modification points away.
The following plot is relatively simple: the Prince is resurrected, and he is considering whether to kill him in a simple and brutal way, or wait for Chen Muye to release the aura of Shiva's wrath before killing him.
Jiang Ye pondered that if he could prevent the release of Shiva's vengeful aura, that would be a huge modification.
But Cangnan only has two or three months left at most. Once Chen Muyi disappears along with Cangnan, the aura of Shiva's Wrath will still be exposed.
He couldn't help but turn to face Lin Qiye, who was chatting and laughing, his brows furrowing slightly.
Should I let him know in advance, or... never mind, let Lin Qiye spend some quality time with his family during this short period?
I didn't really want that day to come.
Jiang Ye's mind was filled with images of his mother, Liu Su, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
His Myriad Manifestations can evolve into all things, but none of them are real.
He can use the Divine Ruins to mimic the life trajectories of everyone in Cangnan, thereby enabling everyone in Cangnan to be resurrected in form.
But that's just being emotionless, like walking corpses; it's the way everyone in Cangnan lives, and they just repeat that pattern.
It does not achieve a true resurrection.
Hey!
Jiang Ye shook his head.
"Jiang Ye, what are you thinking about?" Lin Qiye asked as he walked over.
"It's nothing, just some feelings."
Lin Qiye nodded slightly, "Indeed, the year-long training camp is over, and I'm a little reluctant to leave this place."
He looked up at the red flag fluttering in the training camp, a faint smile on his lips.
"By the way, do you remember what happened with Han Shaoyun last time?"
Jiang Ye was taken aback, then nodded: "I remember."
"Instructor Gu said that Han Shaoyun also has the power of the Seraph, and the reason why Shen Qingzhu's vacuum failed is the special attribute of the Seraph's divine power law."
Lin Qiye looked at Jiang Ye seriously and said, "Instructor Gu thinks that's a 'miracle,' saying that my Mortal God Realm might also exist in the future."
"At that time, perhaps I will be able to help you cure your eyes."
Jiang Ye was stunned when he heard the boy's clear and gentle voice.
A gentle breeze lifted the hem of his black satin skirt.
A slow smile crept onto his lips.
The scorching sunlight suddenly became gentle and warm on the two boys.
"Silence! Now, let's begin the Night's Watch oath ceremony!"