That thing?.

Anything that can be seen so far?

Blurry dark red vertical short line?.

The warm atmosphere in the square hovered for twenty minutes.

At first, due to the obstruction of the vision of the proximal buildings, very few people saw the vision with their own eyes. They were all in a daze for each other, and only people with a more special position and better vision were seen.

However, this thing has been rising!

From Fanning's vision, its height in a short period of time did not exceed the height of the fingernail when the arm was straightened. Until now, it only occupied an elevation angle of 3-4 degrees in the sky, which was equivalent to the height of the fist when the arm was straightened.

But if we consider the actual distance between them, the terrifying growth rate of this thing completely exceeds the level of human cognition!

No, maybe it wasn't "growth". Fanning's eyes narrowed slightly.

Could it be, "disclosed"?

Some substances that originally blocked it are dissipating?

From near to far, from thick to thin, from bottom to top, so it seems to be growing?

"Quickly, let other parishes and other counties report the situation! Have they seen any movement? Especially the Apele County, which is closer to the abnormal zone!"

"Contact the major public schools in Tiolan quickly! There is also the military! The military should also contact us!"

"That direction. Can we see the people in the Pavanrea Islands, the southernmost part of the Southern Continent?"

People from major official organizations below have realized the possible seriousness of this matter.

"Senior Sister Roy, is that direction Carlon mentioned before?"

A feeling of discomfort surged in Sheeran's heart. She pulled Raroy's sleeve, but Roy didn't say a word, just staring at the two people standing on the ceremony stage.

The informed people located around the world responded very promptly with the military. After twenty minutes, whether it was a dream, a messenger, or a person around him submitted a telegram, the first batch of information in the early stage had been reported to the person in charge.

Then they were known.

People in Apail County said that the weather was poor tonight and the water vapor was heavy, but they had already sent people to rush along the upper reaches of the Hechwiel River as soon as possible. According to feedback, "The low frequency roar accompanied by the ground tremor is very obvious. A red entity is rising vertically, with the thickness of the wrist, and now it has broken through the cumulonimbus clouds."

But what they were uncertain about was that some people said that its surface showed a texture similar to that of concrete and flesh, while others said that the appearance was changing all the time, and in fact, it was impossible to judge such a specific concept as "material".

A county on the west coast of Janus was a sunny night tonight. They said that the "dark red baseline" did not gradually rise, but gradually "appeared" and directly penetrated the entire night sky.

The guards of the Pavanrea Islands in the southern continent were a little confused after receiving the message. They seemed to have not observed anything visible to the naked eye for the time being, but they felt that the gravity was abnormal and the deviation occurred after measuring the plumb line.

Several counties in the north of Tiollein reported that "there is a deep red like a festering wound in the night sky of the city, and the falling rain smells of rust." In areas with higher altitudes, a telegram said that "the top of the entity will show an unnatural indigo blue edging."

"Can you guess what it is?" Pogleridge still stood on the stage with his hands behind his back.

The blurry and rough red needle-like object at the end of the field of view is now as high as a punch, just like the visual residue of the ultra-long-distance transmission tower newly built by Tiollein in the past decade.

"X coordinate?" Fanning narrowed his eyes.

Bogleridge nodded, no longer discussed or stopped on the stage. He turned around and walked towards the passage behind the ceremony.

"The festival is over. Everyone, there is a good opportunity to wait for the instructions of your top-ups."

The low voice echoed over the square, bringing the citizens who were staring at the skyline for too long to come to their senses.

"You have 28 minutes to deal with some of the market affairs at hand, and then go to the meeting to dream."

The last sentence is said to Fanning.

It's 1:32 am now.

A gray note slipped into Fanning's hand from somewhere, with a signature stamp with a faint blue stream of light on it.

Pogleridge's figure had disappeared into the darkness of the steps, and the inspectors below also stood up one after another and began to leave the scene.

“Discussion Group Roundtable? Attend? Or Attend?.”

Fanning looked closely and was still pondering the different meanings of attending discussion group meetings in various identities.

But everyone in the audience was awakened by the words of Pogleridge and surrounded him like a tide again!

Even celebrities with prominent identities were blocked by guards five meters away, but there were too many people they dared or could not stop.

In less than half a minute, Fanning, who was alone on the stage, was surrounded by people.

"Master Shefanning, I don't know what kind of honor is the right one, but I still want to ask this first."

The first person to speak in the crowd was Bishop Carestini, a survivor of the South.

Originally, with the home advantage of the large number of people in the Holy Jiaoyang Church, the group of people in the remnants of Fanghui Temple had no chance of rushing to the front, but the top figures in the church gave up a gap at the last moment.

There were too many familiar faces in the crowd, but Fanning was still standing quietly, staring at the steps where Pogleridge disappeared.

There is a towering bell tower above, and candles are burning in the hollow tower structure, illuminating the scales and pointers.

1:34 am.

There are only 26 minutes left.

Handle some of the market affairs at hand?.

Ho~

The purple, gold and red light spots that make up Fanning's body gradually stabilized, no longer seemingly melting into the air at any time.

What kind of honor is the right title?

Fanning began to respond to the question. He felt Bishop Carlestini's nervousness, sadness and timidity, but his face was still calm-

“As you wish.”

Carlestini suddenly felt a little in tears. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, because there were indeed too many major things to ask about the other party's will.

"Mr. Scheller, we learned that more than 80% of the troops have moved out of the city-state and are on standby off the coast of the archipelago. But now we think that maybe we don't need to leave the southern continent in such a hurry."

Marshal Enukum of the Jiaoyang Army stood beside him. The two exchanged their eyes. Carestini continued: "The evacuation cannot bring any real benefits to the South. Staying here will not cause trouble to us. Instead, it will use other forces and secret organizations to deter them."

"Yes, you can discuss it." Fanning said.

Simple report with simpler reply.

Carlestini thanked him and stood a few steps back. At this time, Director Walter trotted over with a pile of telegrams that seemed to have just received. The Pope had to speak in the third place, and then Prince Louis of Tiorian and Speaker Frances of the Bologna School.

"Mr. Fanning, the audit team that entered the headquarters to investigate the 'Capran Arts Fund' has evacuated overnight at 0 o'clock just now."

"In addition, within just over an hour, we received a contact letter from most of the partners of the "World Radio" and proposed an increase in price to continue the broadcasting service of "Qiming Church"! The lowest increase was ten times. Several broadcasters submitted applications to directly purchase a 30-year or even 60-year cooperation period and stated that they could pay it in one go! See if it is?"

"His Excellency San Lavoisier, can anyone at the Turner Art Cinema be arranged to meet us at the headquarters? We consider letting major seminaries fill in the holes in the guide school as much as possible in a 'one-on-one discussion' way, based on your will."

"Master Fanning, about the grading syllabus you compiled, I just found a lot of masters in private. I now have an immature idea about recording 'teaching demonstration records'."

"Master Fanning, I am Frances. Miss Toroy has recommended me before and met you a few times. The strange thing that is emerging from afar is a bit worrying. I guess this issue will be discussed later in the roundtable. I sincerely urge you to remember your old relationship and old friendships, and take care of the Marquis. If you have any ideas after you come out, please communicate with the school first."

Roy, who had been standing and staying for more than twenty minutes, had been on the stand.

No one dared to stop or push, but the two of them stood in the circle not far or near across the two layers of heads and looked at Fanning.

he.

He is very busy.

Constantly express your opinions, and constantly give instructions.

Sometimes I ask about the details of the other person's words, and sometimes I just spit out a word.

I seemed a little tired, but I didn't feel any emotion. I still looked the same, but I seemed a little strange.

During this period, there may be gaze and intersection, maybe.

"Clang—Clang—"

The bell rang at two o'clock in the morning.

The blurry dark red thin line in the sky in the distance had reached the height of straightening your arms and opening your palms.

Fanning pushed the crowd away.

Just by making a move to push apart, the Pope and others took a step back respectfully.

The crowd pushed away one after another.

Fanning, Sheeran, and Roy passed by directly.

But after taking a few steps, turning around, the voice softened a little:
Chapter completed!