"Salute to you, Your Majesty the Archbishop, on behalf of the Viscount of Norway, I very much agree with the teachings of the Temple of the Harvest Goddess on nature and life. Maybe you don't know yet, we are in... uh, another world, for you and your church and

The Harvest Temple behind it all has extremely noble definitions. Recently we are planning to hold an offline conference about the Harvest Goddess Temple.

The... er, commemorative activities are mainly to promote Her Majesty's great insights on the harmonious coexistence of nature and the survival of all things. Judging from the feedback from the preliminary preparations, it is very encouraging. Maybe you and your church should increase their efforts

Regarding the investment in spreading the doctrine offline, I guarantee that the Viscount of Norway and the Viscountry of Norway will fully cooperate..."

"There are no more Viscounts of Norway and Viscountries of Norway"

"Anyway, you should understand what I mean. No matter how the online changes, it's just a change of name, isn't it?"

"Thank you for your strong support for my lord's cause, but now is not the time to discuss this."

"Of course, of course, you understand what I mean."

"... Without the new life that comes from death, death and life are two sides of the same coin. From a philosophical point of view, it is a reincarnation, just like everything revives in spring and falls silent in winter... I understand it this way, do you think it is right?

"

"...It's a little one-sided, but it's pretty good."

"Haha, I'm a dabbler, but I'm very interested in launching a series of cooperation with you and the Temple of Death you represent. It's not just limited to online. We also have a wide range of cooperation space offline. You have a Temple of Angels in North America.

Is it right? I have to say that this is a good idea. But I still have to remind you that Americans are too utilitarian. They are so active.

Maybe there is something hidden behind it...well, a very excessive demand. We are different. Our cooperation with the online temple is active and candid. Even our King, His Majesty, agrees very much with the teachings of the Temple of Death. This is his personal letter.

, entrust me to hand it over to you personally, and welcome you to visit us offline at the appropriate time. At that time, you will definitely feel our sincerity.”

"I'm honored. Why is there a king offline?"

"It's different from the royal family of Canaan, but it's almost the same. You can learn about these in person offline. I believe it will be a very pleasant trip."

"I'm looking forward to it, but I don't have the right opportunity right now."

"Of course, of course, I mean after 'Total War' is over."

"Haha, we'll have to wait for that."

"I will definitely win, right? No matter how powerful those evil gods are, under the wise leadership of the main god of the system, under the wise command of the temples, and with the concerted efforts and cooperation both offline and online, hundreds of millions of players and

Tourists will surely smash this corrupt, decadent old world."

"..."

The meeting has not yet begun, but strange social activities have already begun. In the temple of Artemis (Xiao Ai), the goddess of records and guardianship, the archbishops of the ten major system temples represent the systematic theocracy of their respective churches, and the same ten

Representatives of well-known operators gathered together to discuss a series of major matters both online and offline.

This is the last piece of the puzzle.

Only by sorting out the relationships, positions and interests of operating agents can Canaan Games continue to move forward.

Magic Network has reached a critical period of giving up quantity and pursuing quality. If we take this step, the sky will be brighter. If we cannot take this step, the career of the system aunt will face a major setback.

High pressure is just a gesture, not a purpose. Let these people sit at the negotiation table obediently. Blind high pressure will not work. Carrots and sticks must be given to them. Only by giving them benefits and benefits that they cannot give up can they be united.

together.

After all, they are the offline ruling class. No matter how influential Canaan is, if they can unite, there is nothing the system and the Magic Network can do.

But this kind of scene is still a bit fantasy, and no one may believe it if you tell it. The "real" offline and the "virtual" online are sitting together, having serious discussions, making clichés, and building friendships. Who would dare to put it before the 6th test?

I thought, but now it happened openly.

The negotiations have not yet begun, and dozens of people are communicating enthusiastically. The major temples are naturally at the archbishop level, and the representatives of the operating agents can only use the "monotonous" template like tool man.

The scene looked a little funny, but the atmosphere was not funny at all. The discussions were all about major events both online and offline.

"Ahem..."

When the time came, an archbishop from the Temple of Artemis, whose presence was extremely low in every aspect, coughed and knocked on the conference table in front of him.

The archbishop and high priests instantly became serious, stopped talking, and sat silently on one side of the circular conference table.

The representatives of the 10 operating agents, namely the five permanent gangsters and the five non-executive gangsters, were authorized by the Security Council. After several days and nights of meetings and wrangling, a final list was obtained.

"Everyone!"

The unassuming archbishop presided over the meeting and started with the topic, "With the awakening of the system's main god, our common cause has a great, unique and supreme core of will. Adhering to the will of the system's main god and for our common cause, we sit down today.

Together, we can openly and honestly resolve the issues we are concerned about."

"The major temples are always paying attention to this meeting, so please pay attention to your words and deeds."

"The first item of the conference, let us praise the great system temples together..."

The archbishop saw with satisfaction that the offline representatives stood up without any hesitation and sang the hymn skillfully without any guidance.

He looks very skilled in business.

If you couldn't see their mental and soul state, you would think they were devout believers.

——I heard that things like lies, deception, and power are also popular offline.

The archbishop was wary, not to be led into the ditch by these cunning alien humans.

After the solemn religious ceremony ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After sitting down again, the atmosphere relaxed.

"The second item is a draft regarding the establishment of a 20-seat Canaan-Earth round table."

A thin piece of parchment appeared on the table in front of everyone.

"Half of Canaan, half of the earth, two semicircles of a circle, jointly determine strategic decisions within the jurisdiction of the system, the highest level S-level authority..."

The archbishop preached expressionlessly.

At the same time, outside the city of Hongye Town, the former national server.

"Look at me, look at me, tell me who you are?"

"We are the glorious resistance army!"

"You are not, you are not qualified to call yourself a rebel, you are just a rookie militia, not even a militia!"

"We are the glorious resistance army!"

"Very good, very ambitious. Now listen to my orders, everyone is ready... take a step forward, stab!"

"kill!"

"One step to the left, stab!"

"kill!"

"Everyone turns back!"

"ha!"

"Defensive formation!"

The shield, which is as tall as a person, is made of a special fire-resistant wood. This wood is extremely heavy. Even players who have strengthened the system before level 10 cannot think of holding it like this all the time, constantly moving and changing directions.

He raised his shield, put it back, and kept up with the rhythm of the array. He was as tired as a dog.

Xia Fan felt like he was dying, his brain was numb, he was sweating dryly, and the leather armor of the uniformed militiamen was already covered with a thick layer of salt frost. He was completely following the NPC's orders mechanically, and there was no training at all.

superfluous thoughts.

"Very good. You have done a great job. I have to admit that you are much stronger than most ordinary people!"

"But it's not enough. You want to become a glorious resistance army. You also want to become a transcendent. This level of training has just begun. You must constantly challenge your limits and challenge yourself. Only in this way can you surpass yourself and become a powerful person.

professional."

With the dog bone of being a player hanging in front of them, most people gritted their teeth and persisted until they couldn't hold on anymore and fell down with a thump. Soon, NPCs rushed over and dragged this guy away like a dead dog.

There are also points in the training camp. If you don't have enough points, you will be expelled.

Gan!

Xia Fan never thought that playing a game could be so tiring... Ah, now we are no longer playing games, we are experiencing second life.

But I'm still too tired.

Military training in reality is not so tiring.

This NPC simply didn't treat them as human beings, but treated them like animals.

On the large playground, a dozen phalanxes of hundreds of people were training under the scorching sun. Outside the playground, crowds of tourists were rushing to enter the training camp.

Finally, after the training was over and the whistle sounded, no one in the entire phalanx could still stand.

"Get up, get up, if you don't want to be useless, get up and walk around a few times... You, and you, get out of here!"

Xia Fan had no choice but to stand up unsteadily with his heavy shield, and under the NPC's instructions, he walked for a few minutes on his unconscious legs.

Not to mention, after the most difficult period, I felt a kind of "masochistic" pleasure. Although my body was uncomfortable, it was secreting dopamine crazily. The pain was mixed with pleasure. Xia Fan felt that he was sexual.

It won't be a big problem if you practice a bit.

With the sound of disbandment, these people staggered back to the barracks, which turned into a military camp housing militia buildings.

"This group of people is good, I want it!"
To be continued...