Chapter 1089

The army composed of the survivors of Antony's port was nominally independent. Marx signed an IOU for every resource provided by the retribution corps, and was willing to work hard with those survivors to pay the debts.

Based on the current situation of Antony harbor, Marx is the actual controller of the city. All the survivors regard Marx as the leader. In fact, if Marx did not deliberately suppress him, they would have planned to establish a church with Marx as the core.

Although it is not easy for Antony to bring these two principles into the magnanimous port, it is not easy for him to persuade the survivors of the war to bring in the supplies of food.

As far south native natives have seen the strength of EU people, the other side's huge fleet has specially assigned a fleet to roar past the port of Antony, shelling an open space outside the port of Antony.

Marx was a well-informed man and had not been troubled much, but the church forces stationed outside the city were somewhat frightened. Pastor Richard specially summoned Yang Yuefan, reiterating the fact that his side was neutral.

The church is currently in a semi split state. Pastor Richard has received a special message from the war god temple for a long time not to intervene in the war between the European empire and the song empire. The bishops generally believe that the power of gods in the mortal world should not be involved in the contest between the two powerful empires.

As the pastor closest to the God of war, Reverend Richard had a deeper understanding of the will of Kampas. The God of war was obviously satisfied with the situation that human power was gradually concentrated in several big empires. He hoped to see the human power unite together. Only in this way could he fight against chaos to the end.

After all, campas is the God of war, and as long as there is chaos in the world, there will never be a lack of war. He does not worry about his faith. No matter whether the soldiers fighting in the front believe in him or not, he is willing to give equal blessing.

"Yang, let's have a frank talk." Marx stood at the door of Yang Yuefan and made a gesture of inquiry. He saw the huge map of the war situation and didn't know whether he should go in or not.

After all, this time he didn't want to join the war, and there was too much classified information in that map.

Yang Yuefan motioned to Li Bingheng to take the map away, and the oldest soldier of the retribution group left the office quietly, and then he took the door.

"I always respect you, Mr. Marx. There are a lot of people who have faith in this world, but few people can stick to themselves, and you are obviously a respectable person." Like Xu Yichen, Yang Yuefan has a trace of respect in his appreciation of Marx.

From the relevant departments, he could understand what Marx had rejected before, which was an opportunity to ascend from mortals.

"The power of port Anthony is of no importance to you, so I don't want to risk all of them being killed in your war." Marx put stress on the word "you".

Yang Yuefan found that unconsciously, the existence of players is no longer a secret. Many aboriginal forces know the existence of players. Although they can't accurately distinguish them, they are working hard to learn.

"For some special reason, our power has been delayed." Yang Yuefan leaned on his chair: "as a friend, I won't go around with you. Marx, the future of the far south continent is already in our hands. In fact, the world will fall into our hands sooner or later. Of course, it may also be chaos, but it will not be in your hands."

"I'm a mortal, mortal life is very short, I don't think I can see that day." With a smile, Marx returned with a soft nail: "the survivors of port Antony have suffered serious physical damage. I'm afraid they will not see that day, but before that, I hope they can spend the rest of their time safely."

"There's no time to be safe, Marx." Yang Yuefan shook his head: "the war between us will eventually end with the complete surrender of one party. In this world, it will be a long process. Our bodies will cover the whole far south. Under every tree in the black forest, there will be remains of the war dead. There is no safe place and no innocent people. Either we will stand on our side or stand on the other side."

"The far south is very big, and the place we ask for is very small." Marx heard a strong smell of blood in Yang Yuefan's tone, and he knew that the other side was telling the truth.

"The world is very small, but our ambition is very big. Far south is a dispensable place for us, and it is also for each other. This is our chosen battlefield." Yang Yuefan's tone is still flat, but his words make Marx's heart become cold: "for us, this is not only a war, but also a kind of entertainment, to release our pressure, but also to reduce the pressure of our world."

"What you do is no different from chaos." Marx's eyes became sharp: "the fight between the players of Cyrus and the players of the old world is essentially the same as that between all of you and chaos."

Yang Yuefan spread out his hand: "I'm sorry you think so, but at least we are willing to communicate with you peacefully and give you choices. We will not turn you into a pile of ugly rotten meat, so we are better than chaos."When Yang Fan was surprised by the way in which the players were shocked, there was a similar way for him to attack the real world.

"We did not yield to chaos in the past, nor will we yield to you." Marx sighed. His former allies became future enemies. He seemed to have seen the future of the world in a sea of fire.

"Don't be so pessimistic. As far as the situation is concerned, we are all just prey of chaos. It is still a question who will fall first." Yang Yuefan indifferent smile: "at least our moral values are consistent, and chaos is obviously chaotic."

"If you're on the other side, maybe we're just as chaotic." Marx thought of all the scenes that night, when the LORD turned to show him the truth of the world: "our future has long been dim, and you still have a glimmer of hope."

"Stop playing charades. I've got 10000 prophets in my head. If there's anything I've learned, don't explore the implications behind those predictions." Yang Yuefan shook his head: "now let's return to the theme. Which side are you going to stand on?"

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