Chapter 3509: purpose

The spread of rumors is amazing. Almost overnight, more than 80% of adventurers have heard of at least one rumor.
In contrast, the atmosphere of anxiety and fear gradually weakened as the rumors spread.
Even early the next morning, many adventurers went out to buy breakfast and exchanged rumors they knew.
In the apostle’s mansion, Tianjiao Prey smiled and patted me on the shoulder, thanking me for coming.
I was puzzled about this. I didn't contribute anything, and I didn't make any outstanding contributions. What did he thank me for?
Pret told me that although I did not seem to be contributing, invisibly, I have made a great contribution to the army.
I was even more puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Aside from being used as a talker, I don't seem to make any contribution, right?"
Prey told me with a serious face that being able to be a wartime talker is the greatest contribution.
Afterwards, he seriously invited me to a party.
When I pushed open the door of the party room, I was stunned.
What appeared before my eyes were many familiar faces—the second apostle·the crying eye·herder, the fourth apostle·the conqueror·Casillas, the tenth apostle·the saint·Michel, the The Eleven Apostles·The God of Chaos·Ozma.
It can be said that, except for the first apostle, all members gathered.
Eye sockets twitched, I grinned against the apostles’ very imposing gazes, barely forced a smile, and said, "Everyone, good morning."
"Isn't this the highest authority who was sent to assist us," the eleventh apostle, the of chaos, Ozma teased.
Ozma's purple-gray, but angular face, while teasing, did not forget to show a smile of unknown meaning.
"Don't want to confuse him, Ozma!" The tenth apostle Saint Michel in the adjacent seat stared at Ozma, staring at Ozma, unabashedly disgusted from the green pupils. Light.
"Don't look at me like that, Michelle" Ozma curled his lips in disdain, and said: "You are not noble than me, and you should also know why I became the of chaos. You don't claim to be great and Is the priest of light a symbol of saving the good and punishing the evil? But you know my experience, but you still protect my dirty and depraved enemy, dare you say that you must be standing In a bright and noble position?"
"Put away your bewitching words, Ozma, your curse of blood destroys trust between people, and your believer's pretender is the culprit who endangers world peace!" Michelle said this When speaking, the voice is ethereal and sacred, like a god.
"It is not the curse of blood, the pretender, or me that endangers the world, but the fallen aristocracy, the corrupt system, and the chaotic kingdom!" Ozma's voice also became hollow and weird in an instant, seeming full of The allure.
"enough!"
A voice that clearly carried majestic magic power swayed across the room, instantly drowning the voices of Michel and Ozma.
The second apostle·Crying Eye·Herder's expression was plain, and the beautiful eyes that were exposed outside flashed a light that was not sharp: "This is not the Hefeng Continent, and your grievances have been understood hundreds of millions of years ago. As the top ruler of the Demon Realm, when facing alien invaders, you must unite and shoulder the responsibilities that the ruler should bear, instead of quarreling with each other for faith."
Although Michelle and Ozma were still unconvinced, they calmed down.
"Introduction" Puley led me to the table, motioned me to sit down, and said in a deep voice, "This is a strong man from the Hefeng Mainland, An Xiaoyi."
"Hefeng Continent!" Michelle and Ozma's eyes widened at the same time.
Michelle's eyes bloomed with the light of nostalgia, while Ozma's eyes bloomed with the complex light with intrigue.
"How is the Hefeng Continent today?" Michelle couldn't wait to ask: "Has peace been achieved? Harmony achieved? Or is it still chaotic?"
"Hum" aside, Ozma snorted coldly, and laughed: "Your question is naive, when will the Hefeng Continent truly be peaceful? Not to mention harmony... Rather than caring about those, it is better to ask. The matter of his priesthood church."
A sharp light appeared in Michel's eyes and pierced Ozma, who shrugged indifferently.
"Hefeng Continent, it's okay, it has always been good, but because of a trivial matter, a national war broke out. The fight was quite fierce, but it will probably not be long before the war will cease."
"Is it because there is a mediator?" Michelle asked, seeing his eager gaze, he probably couldn't wait for me to answer this question, and it would be better to say the words ‘Church of the Priest’.
After a moment of silence, I shook my head and said, "There are no mediators who can ignite a national war because they are fighting for power and gain. When the casualties are too large and the country is involved, they will automatically realize it. Stopped."
After thinking about it, I added: "As for the priesthood church...sorry, I have never heard of an organization with this name."
Michelle was stunned for an instant, with a sluggish expression on his face.
After a long time, he sighed complicatedly and sat back in his seat discouraged.
On the side, Ozma sneered: "Do you think that the Hefeng Continent today is still when you were there? Stop dreaming, you should always understand the proverb that people go to cool tea, maybe you just left, the priesthood Did the church disband on the back foot?"
Seeing Michelle's increasingly gloomy expression, Ozma gave a haha, turned his head to look at me, and asked, "Where is the pretender organization? You should have heard of this."
"The pretender organization..." Frowning thought for a while, I shook my head again: "Sorry, I haven't heard of it either."
"How is it possible!" Ozma's expression was weird, but it was obvious that in this weird expression, incredible surprise occupies most of it.
"Nothing is impossible, Ozma" Michelle's expression gradually cleared, and he snorted coldly, "Maybe the pretender organization disbanded just after you left?"
"This is impossible!" Ozma's face was gloomy, and he murmured: "The curse of blood exists based on the lack of trust between people. It is impossible for all the humans in the entire Hefeng Continent to trust each other absolutely!"
Seeing Ozma's expression gloomy, Michel hummed and stopped speaking.
Not far away, Herder uttered again, saying: "The irrelevant chatter will stop here, An Xiaoyi, talk about the purpose of your trip."
"Help you fight the alien invaders" I said.
"Tell me your true purpose" Herder looked directly at me with emotionless eyes, and said lightly: "There is no free lunch in this world. You have no relatives with the Demon World for no reason. Unless it is profitable, how can you personally Come to this Longtan Tiger Den?"