The location distribution of these nuclear bombs has definitely been carefully considered and argued by the initiator in advance.

The casualties and the destruction of buildings are only one aspect, and many landing sites also "take into account" some important infrastructure in the city.

For example, the largest Chengbei Power Station in San Pelto, as a sphere detonated directly above the turbine unit, dozens of tons of flywheels flew out high like toys, and the broken high-voltage cables whipped wildly on the streets, turning the escape carriage into a charred skeleton!

There are also the river cross-river bridge that was directly fused and broke and sunken on the spot; the underground sewage system hub where sewage overflowed like a fountain; it was directly penetrated through the concrete base and the water supply main network was completely contaminated.

Even the church headquarters exploded at an extremely high altitude and did not cause direct casualties, there were extremely unsettling colorful dust, falling from the heads of the crowd, and at first glance it looked like snowflakes fluttering!

Fanning stood at the church gate, heading towards the square, listening to Meraltin's report expressionlessly.

During this period, his eyes were still staring into the distance of the skyline through layers of steam, black smoke, and falling ash.

It is in such a scene of ruins and scorched earth that the dark red thing is still there in the distance.

And after a night, this thing has penetrated directly into the depths of the sky like a "stick"!

It is really hard for Fanning to describe the feeling of seeing it, but seeing its visual end at the upper end - at least in the sky higher than ten thousand meters - seems to have a slightly swollen and swelling trend.

As I looked at it, it seemed that there were countless small black dots like ants flying slowly towards it.

What? I don’t know, it may also be the visual interference of dust in the sky after the nuclear bomb exploded.

This world is becoming ridiculous.

It was becoming more and more ridiculous, even more than dreams, and Fanning felt that he was almost unfamiliar with it.

During the few minutes of Meraltin's report, more and more senior church leaders and military generals came to Fanning.

Fanning received more and more telegrams and messages.

"His Excellency San Lavois, Janus is now in an emergency wartime state." Marshal Enukum took off his military cap and looked grim. "The people, finances and resources of each county are being allocated to the Holy City. As for the inside of the Holy City, the army has taken over the municipal government and divided the areas with explosion points to maintain order and aftermath. The priests of the church are also grouping to help our army."

Fanning nodded slightly.

"In the next few hours to one day, there may be a large wave of dust with dangerous nuclear spoke pollution landing across the holy city." His voice was slow and low. "The priests will find ways to use the 'glow wheel' as much as possible to prevent and purify part of it, but everyone's first priority is to prepare for this wave of pollution and pay attention to guiding the surviving people to clean their bodies, and use all the space that can be used as underground bunkers. This is the golden time to reduce subsequent casualties."

Several senior generals around him moved quickly.

There will be continuous pollution landing coverage? Fanning didn't say it, they really didn't expect it.

Of course Fanning now has many things to do, or must do.

Whether it is planning and dispatching or ending up in person.

Aftermath, rescue people, organize risk avoidance, and count data; arrange clergy to carry out evil rituals, dispatch medical forces and drug resources to prevent plagues or vengeful spirits; coordinate to obtain assistance from other countries and official organizations; arrange the army and municipal government to stabilize the situation; allocate funds to build damaged infrastructure; and gather and prepare a force of revenge after necessary aftermath work is arranged!!

But Fanning had just finished the instructions for that minute and stopped talking because he had seen someone walking up the stairs under the square.

It is the inspector of the Special Inspection Office, Lasus.

Fanning watched him coldly and climbed up.

This guy who looks arrogant and mature on weekdays now has a very polite attitude towards Fanning, and even to a certain humility.

He bowed without fail, looked at everyone with concern, and smiled bitterly at the current situation, which made people unable to criticize him in terms of attitude: "His Excellency Carlon Van Ning, the leader is waiting for you at the entrance of Vladimir Highway west of the city."

It was actually ordered to urge Fanning to set off.

"So urgent?" Fanning glanced at him coldly again.

"The schedule of the itinerary, at the roundtable meeting, all the team members should have made it clear." Lasus hurriedly emphasized the reminder.

Fanning was silent.

The Harvest Art Festival has come to an end, and the new day has just brought it to you.

I don’t know how many things have happened, and I am still rushing to happen one after another.

"The nameless saints had already met with everyone just now, but Master Fanning, I will add that the leader specifically explained why you went there casually. He only asked other sectarians to walk with him."

"But in short, after 24 hours, everyone needs to gather in the lighthouse area deep in B-105. Maybe you have your own way to arrive on time with the selected team of artists. Of course, if not, or if you don't want to trouble, the discussion group can also take you to set off."

"Master Fanning, the tide is only ten days and ten nights, and last night, the first night has passed."

"I have brought all the leaders' words, so I'll go on the road first."

Lasus bowed again, then turned around and walked down the steps.

Fanning's eyes were flashing with an indistinguishable light, and his fists were clenched tightly and relaxed several times.

In the distance, there are still countless sparse black dots gathering in the red vertical line running through the skyline and at the very high altitude at the upper end.

Nearby are the dust falling all over the sky and the smoke of fire and smoke from all directions.

"I agree with what you just proposed."

Fanning finally spoke calmly, and he looked at the nineteenth generation of Yaning.

"Your Majesty, all these instructions you have done can be witnessed to you in my name and order you to do it quickly. This is what I allow you. The remnants of the South and the righteous in the theater, and all friends support you, treating you as connected roots and brothers. May the sinners fall by their own plans and bring the evil they have done seven times more to them. May you firmly establish the righteous and bring shamed brothers into a resting place. May your priests be covered with salvation and peace in the saints in the city. May the hearts of the congregation live forever."

Yaning's body gradually trembled all over in the nineteenth generation, but Fanning turned around and wanted to leave after saying that.

The next moment, there was a dull "bang".

The burly Marshal Enukum knelt directly in front of Fanning!

"Her saint Lavoisier, we have received all your last blessings! But please sign it with your own hands!"

What Enukum reached out and uncovered was a few lines of declaration of war!

There were already dense joint blood-colored fingerprints below, as well as the fiery lacquer seals of Pope Janing's 19th generation, but they all squeezed into a pile on the side, leaving a large blank space on the other side.

"We, and Janus, hope that the Jiaoyang Army can have a hundred times more brave than the past. When they meet, this will be done."

Enukum's head lowered deeply, and on the other side, the pope and the clergy stood solemnly.

Fanning was silent for dozens of seconds.

Finally, another advanced admiral took over the golden quill that raised his hands above his head.

I have always been trying to bridge the differences between people. Even if something as terrifying as the "Meat Sacrifice" happened at that time, these people around me still wishfully hold on to such thoughts and insist on doing what they think is right.

But now I still watch it move towards a bigger division.

The pen speed is slow at first, then faster.

"Antoine Lavoisier"

Fanning was reluctant to think about the things, scenes or numbers behind this signature.

He returned the quill to the general and used his eyes to show that everyone did not have to hold their bodies all the time.

Everyone was still staring at him.

Just for a moment, I don't know what else to say.

Fanning looked at the dark red things in the distance of the sky again. Before turning around, he finally looked around the Sacrament Square below.

Who can think of it?

When the identity of "Lavoisier" was not revealed, the river preached and built an altar to preach in order to stop those bloody battles.

But after the real miracle appeared, the only thing I signed in Janus was that he was just like this?

Also, when I left, everything was left in my memory like this.

Who can think of it?

"Shiran, Roy, let's go."
Chapter completed!