Atlas of Heaven and Earth

In the Convergence Zone, at the Jibei Province Command Base, Telegrams were being exchanged frequently. The person in charge, Qiao Weiting, was standing in front of the battle map, watching the markings of troop movements on it.

At this moment, a liaison officer stepped forward and handed him a report: "Report, the Old Imperial Family Army's Anomaly mobilization was detected half an hour ago."

Qiao Weiting took it and glanced at it, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Aristocratic private soldiers?"

Since the appearance of the Phua Mother Split in Central City, their primary task here has been to contain the Old Imperial Family's Army.

Under this pressure, even if the Old Imperial Family invested troops in the direction of Central City, it would be limited.

But those aristocratic private soldiers were hard to say, they are very independent, and have a co-governance relationship with the current Old Imperial Family. If the scale of the war does not rise to the level of a national war, they usually do not participate in the battles on both sides.

But now they have moved, this situation is very abnormal.

He said: "Immediately let our internal contacts try to find out the situation."

"Yes!"

The adjutant said to him, "It was sent by our internal contact shortly after." He handed over the Telegram, "One of their Assistant General was killed on the front line."

Qiao Weiting was stunned, reached out to take the Telegram, and said in surprise: "We have not engaged them..." Then he reacted, "Fissure?"

"Yes!" The adjutant said, "They found a Fissure leading to Central City, but they encountered strong resistance there, and an Assistant General fell there."

"Confirmed?"

"Confirmed!"

The adjutant was a little excited. They had been fighting with the Old Imperial Family for so long, and such results were still relatively rare.

This kind of titled military general is usually located in the heavy Army protection, and their own martial power is strong, even if they can't beat them head-on, they can usually retreat. But now he was killed in front, if it is communicated to each Base, it is enough to boost the morale of the Army.

After Qiao Weiting finished reading the Telegram, he thought for a while, "So, the mobilization of those aristocratic private soldiers is for this reason? Or..."

"Report, emergency Telegram from the rear!"

Another liaison officer walked in, gave a salute, and quickly presented the Telegram to Qiao Weiting. The latter's expression became unprecedentedly solemn, and he immediately took it.

After reading it, his expression became more solemn than ever. He looked up and said: "Immediately notify the Ministry of Defense and the Central City Government Affairs Hall of this news and the corresponding situation, and let them find a way to defend it, be sure to hurry!"

"Yes!" The liaison officer responded loudly and ran out immediately.

Qiao Weiting looked at his watch, "Hopefully we'll make it in time."

Inside the Fissure, Chen Chuan looked outside. He knew that even if he and Chen Bitong joined forces, they would not be a match for a Martial Artist. He said, "Master Chen, there is still time to leave."

Chen Bitong shook his head. He said in a firm tone: "Captain Chen, I said, I will fight here until the last moment, I will not go back."

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and punched Chen Chuan, with a slight light flickering on it.

Chen Chuan reacted instinctively and pushed forward with a palm, and the fists and palms collided instantly.

The next moment, a Strength surged up and pushed him backwards, and at the same time, a Spiritual Power with many things was imprinted in.

He retreated all the way to the outside of the Fissure before standing still. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes full of expectation and some kind of entrustment.

"Captain Chen, go back."

After he finished speaking, he saw Chen Bitong turn around and stride towards the front of the Fissure.

Chen Chuan heard his last words, and his body stood still, he didn't go in again, because he knew this was Chen Bitong's own choice, and he respected the latter's choice.

At this moment, an extremely strong airflow fluttered outwards, causing his hair to float backwards.

He watched Chen Bitong's figure walk out of the Fissure and disappear into the fog and light. After a while, the entire Fissure flickered sharply a few times and then closed completely.

He looked at the large open space in front of him. On the other side, there was a flowing river, and the sound of running water was particularly clear at this moment. He looked down and saw Chen Bitong's half-face Mask lying on the ground, with the big flag that had just been blown out underneath.

He bent down and reached out to pick it up, wiping the dust off it with his hand.

"Captain Chen?"

Chen Chuan turned around and saw dozens of meters away, security personnel standing there, with trenches dug behind them, as well as iron nets and roadblocks erected. These people should be the response troops sent to block this place.

These people were looking at him with reverence.

They saw that Chen Chuan's military coat was torn in many places, with traces of smoke and fire, and blood stains on his hat, indicating that he had gone through a very tragic battle.

Chen Chuan looked outwards. The Snow Emperor Blade's scabbard was also rolled out by the airflow, so he didn't need to order another one. He was about to walk over when he saw Fang Zhixin walk over, take the scabbard and hand it over, but with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Chen Chuan looked at him calmly. The latter's eyes were full of sadness. After he took the scabbard, he walked down. At this moment, several people in trench coats and top hats walked up, "Assistant Fang, can you come with us now?"

Fang Zhixin looked at the direction of the Fissure one last time, nodded, and allowed these people to put on his handcuffs, and then followed these people away.

At this moment, another person walked to the front, gave a salute to Chen Chuan, and presented something with both hands, "Captain Chen, this is what Commissioner Liang asked us to give you."

Chen Chuan glanced at it. It was a tube of recovery potion. He took it, looked at the sky above. The blood-red glow was still lingering above. This Phua Mother Split was obviously not over yet.

In the Lower City District, a United Power Heavy Industries armed vehicle team was traveling here.

But here, unlike in the urban area, the road conditions and environment are very complicated. Sometimes they cannot travel along the shortest distance, and need to keep turning and detouring, and sometimes they need to stop and negotiate with others.

This is because most of the tunnels in the Lower City District are controlled by gangs and groups. Everyone is wary of such a fully armed convoy passing through. Some forces had actually discussed it with them in advance, but temporarily changed their minds and refused them.

Che Gaoyi's expression was cold. Although he was not satisfied with this, he knew that he could not choose to use force here, because once he used force, all subsequent roads would be full of obstacles. No one would believe them anymore and would definitely try their best to stop them.

They were Escorting things away from here, not fighting here. Being dragged here was definitely not a good thing, so every time they chose to detour to avoid it.

But in this way, their whereabouts became longer.

He knew that if time continued to drag on, when the above Splitting wave was over, the Processing Bureau's people would be able to spare the time, and they might be blocked here.

After driving intermittently for more than an hour, he looked at the seat on the side, where a middle-aged fat man in a foreign dress was sitting. He asked, "Mr. Pan, how long will it take us to get out?"

Mr. Pan's head was covered with sweat, he didn't know if he was anxious or hot. When he heard the question, he hurriedly replied: "Mr. Che, at most half an hour, the people entrenched on the road ahead are my old brothers, they will never stop us."

He was not talking nonsense. The next trip went smoothly. The forces on the road let them go for a mile without any trouble.

After walking for a while, Mr. Pan looked outside and said excitedly: "Mr. Che, it's just ahead, the front is an exit. If we go out from there, we'll be out of Central City."

Che Gaoyi was not as excited as him. He calmly said a few words to the Boundary Token. Immediately, a sentry vehicle drove out. After a few minutes, an urgent voice came from the Boundary Token: "Mr. Che, there is a Processing Bureau checkpoint at the exit ahead, saying that they have banned this exit and will not let us pass."

Che Gaoyi's expression sank, "People from the Processing Bureau? How could people from the Processing Bureau be here?" As he said, he gave Mr. Pan a cold look.

Mr. Pan was also panicked for a while, and he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Che, I don't know, it's not my business. This road is a safe passage opened by the high-level of our Iron Fist Society and Clear Path Logistics for many years. The Processing Bureau should not know about it."

Che Gaoyi understood in his heart that someone had secretly leaked the news. He didn't bother to dwell on the reason why this problem occurred. He only knew that he had to transport the things out.

He asked the Boundary Token, "Can we break through?"

The other end of the Boundary Token replied solemnly: "Mr. Che, we have seen it. There is a Third-Limit Martial Artist guarding there. Although we can force our way through, it will definitely alarm the Processing Bureau, and it may not be safe after we go out."

Che Gaoyi narrowed his eyes. At such a tense moment, the Processing Bureau had to use every bit of Strength as two, but there was still a Third-Limit Martial Artist guarding here, which showed how much importance they attached to this place, and they must have had accurate intelligence.

He thought for a while and asked, "I remember you said that besides here, there is another road?"

Old Pan quickly said: "Yes, yes, there is another one that is closer to the underground, but it is close to the Plague Cult's territory, which may be a little dangerous."

Che Gaoyi had heard of the Plague Cult, but he didn't care about that. Everyone was wearing protective gear and masks. He said, "Then let's go there."

The entire convoy immediately changed course, and after more than ten minutes, they turned to a tunnel located deeper underground.

At this time, Che Gaoyi looked around. This place was indeed different from other places. There was no Sun Vine, and he could hardly see any light. When the car lights shone over, there were dense drawings on the walls, which looked like some messy graffiti, but after looking at it a few times, an inexplicable sense of discomfort arose in his heart.