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Of course, as a level six civilization, the Divine Realm cannot be completely useless.
After nearly tens of millions of years of development, the Divine Realm has developed a civilization system of its own. Although its foundation is still faith and divine technology, it also integrates the advantages of scientific and technological civilization. Its various powerful aspects are unmatched by the current Kingdom of Light.
After passing countless checkpoints along the way, Lan Fudi and Langdon finally arrived at the core star field of the divine realm and landed in a large star port.
It is almost as big as a star system. The huge troop transport starship entered the star port like a drop of water falling into the sea, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the center of the star port, there is a magnificent and huge temple standing in the distance, shining brightly in the sunlight, appearing extremely sacred.
At the edge of the star port, priests in white robes and strong men from the kingdom of God in shorts were busy working. Occasionally, an angel flapped its white wings and flew across the sky, and all the strong men immediately prostrated themselves in respectful salute.
This is the dividing point between the "kingdom of God on earth" of the divine realm and the star realm where mortals live. It is called a star port, but in fact it is more like a microcosm of the divine realm society.
"Hey~ Those two newcomers, come here."
Lan Fudi and Langdon had just sent away a group of injured angels and had no time to rest when they heard a familiar arrogant voice coming from not far away.
Langdon frowned and subconsciously turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the familiar and annoying figure.
He was a twelve-winged angel wearing a light silver armor and dressed in an unusually flamboyant manner. He had the iconic long golden hair of the angels of the divine realm, deep facial features, and deep blue eyes, looking noble and elegant.
"Orlando, what's the matter?" Langdon glared at him unhappily.
"Watch your words. Call me 'Viscount Orlando.'" Orlando glanced at him arrogantly, and then ordered as if it was a matter of course, "I have something to do recently and cannot get away. You two will take my place on the next mission."
"Why should we take over your mission?" Langdon was furious. "According to the regulations, if you want to change shifts, you must inform the captain and get the nod of approval. Private shift changes are absolutely not allowed!"
Orlando rolled his eyes, disdainful of this stubborn person who followed the rules: "The rules don't allow you to accept gifts or cut in line with the injured. Is anyone abiding by that?"
"You!" Langdon was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Aren't you just bullying us because we are new here and have no backing? You are not our superior, why do you..."
However, before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Lan Fudi beside him: "This is their territory. There is no point in saying more."
Lan Fudi nodded to Orlando and said, "We will help you make this trip. Give me the itinerary and signature."
"Hmph~ You guys are smart."
Orlando snorted, with a condescending expression on his face that said, "I knew you would give in."
He casually threw the signature and itinerary he had just received to Lan Fudi, then walked away with his head held high, his ceremonial silver sword slung over his shoulder.
Langdon looked frustrated.
He had lived under a strict and regimented religious system since he was young, and had received the most rigorous training and the most rigorous order. This was the first time he had experienced this kind of social form filled with aristocratic and bureaucratic atmosphere.