Looking at the bustling room where a bunch of people were chatting without discipline, and His Majesty the Pope, who was the pinnacle of the world, still hadn't come back to his senses, Uncle Zaku kept his signature frowning expression and shrugged.
Sighed.
It would be easier to explain if there was a gang like us who brought harm to the common people, but now even Uncle Zaku has arrived at the scene with his arms swaying, and the situation suddenly becomes strange. I looked at the uncle standing in front of the Pope with a frown on his face, and suddenly I felt a little nervous.
He was thoughtful, but before he could speak, Louis XIV...oh, the Pope took the initiative to break the silence.
"I didn't expect you to be the first to break the contract. Zaku, how many years have we not seen each other? Did you arrange this?"
The pope's voice was deep and his words carried full weight.
Suddenly, the whole room fell silent. Bingtis, who was chatting with Sandora, looked up and suddenly whistled loudly, and Sandora gave her a fist.
"It's interesting." Lilina sneaked into my legs at some point and rubbed her head against my body, "Boss, these two uncles are gay!"
I shivered and quickly threw the unfortunate girl out.
The Pope has been misunderstanding our identity from the beginning. This is due to his habit of deciding everything based on his own feelings. We can hardly get a word in to explain the situation, and now, he has once again ordered the facts.
This is an outrageous idea. Facing the Pope’s question, Uncle Zaku, who suddenly seemed to have a great identity, just smiled: “You are still the same as before, you only rely on your own judgment in everything. I don’t know these people.
I have the courage to arrange it. To be honest, I have been frightened sitting with them recently. But I did guess that the situation would develop like this today..."
He quickly shut up mid-sentence, but I already knew it: it was because his family had been troubled by us all over again. Uncle Zaku knew very well how harmful it was to this group of powerful creatures in front of him, and he knew it very well.
We know it will be a disaster wherever we go...
The Pope stretched out his finger and pointed at Uncle Zaku. He had done this action no less than four times since just now. Every time, an "intruder" appeared from nowhere, so this time he subconsciously
He looked around to make sure no one jumped out from the cracks in the floor, then he said boldly: "You..."
As soon as a word came out, Biluna opened the tapestry on the wall and walked out. This woman who always had a serious expression was now full of melancholy and nodded to the Pope: "We meet again, brother."
The Pope's shoulders were trembling, and then he looked at his fingers tremblingly and sighed, fearing that he might chop off his hands if he couldn't think about it.
And at this time, I was also looking at Uncle Zaku and Biruna frequently. Various experiences told me that a huge secret was about to unfold in front of me. This secret was even important enough to kill any hungry gossip.
In a situation where there are no regrets, one is the pope who rules the entire civilization and was born three hundred years ago with unknown origins, and the other is a decadent middle-aged uncle who wanders around scrap collection depots and car accident scenes, making a living by picking up rags and taking credit.
What kind of secret is there between this? And now there is also a Biluna: If I heard it right just now, this eldest sister is called Brother Pope!
I feel that if I just add a few million words to the stuff I've made up in my head, it's enough to cover two bedrooms and one living room. Of course, Qian Qian, whose eyes are already shining brightly next to her, should be even more powerful. If the things she made up in her head are straightened out,
Maybe she can realize this girl's ambition of earning her own money with three bedrooms and one living room.
In addition, now I have begun to maliciously guess whether the real name of the pope in front of me is Gundam.
"Well, it seems that something is really going to happen today," the pope's voice sounded very calm, at least he was calm from beginning to end. This is the only qualified thing about him in the eyes of Sandora and I, "Better than
Luna, I didn’t expect you to appear in front of me again. So, what kind of comedy is this today? Or have you finally changed your mind and want to return to my camp? "
"It's not a comedy. After they appear, it's usually a farce." Uncle Zaku glanced at me silently and said something rude - this is because he is familiar with us. How dare he do this four or five days ago?
"Then, at least explain who they are," the pope sat calmly on his gorgeous chair. Facing the two old acquaintances, he did not show any more emotional fluctuations, just as he had been watching motionless until now.
A group of adults and children were calm and calm in their own room, "I should have thought that in this world, apart from the Twelve Knights, you are the only two people who can easily enter and exit the Papal Palace."
"No, there are others," Uncle Zaku sat down on the mountain of chairs with a sad face, "the sage can do it."
The Pope was silent for a moment: "This is not funny."
"Yes, if I could, I almost want to cry right now! Look at what you have done in the past three hundred years!"
"What's it like?" The Pope supported his head with one hand and leaned on the velvet seat with an indifferent posture. "The world is so peaceful. There are no more fights. Everyone no longer has conflicts, and oppression and oppression have been eliminated.
Discrimination. Regenerated people like Biluna don’t need to be looked down upon, and you don’t need to be called a beast. Isn’t this the world we longed for in the first place?
If you insist on telling me how things turned out, I can only say that I fulfilled our dream perfectly."
Zaku silently looked at the man in front of him who had all his expressions hidden under the mask. The man was wearing a luxurious black coat and was sitting lazily on a gorgeous velvet chair. But he was wearing a coarse work clothes and was unshaven and bent over.
Sitting there hunched over with their legs crossed, the contrast between the two is as sharp as before and after adding the absolute value, but somehow, I feel that some kind of... linkage is gradually forming between them. I can't explain this clearly.
But it just feels like two old friends who have been separated for many years are sitting opposite each other and slowly becoming familiar with each other again.
"Do you still remember the Glory of Radiance?"
Zhagu tugged on his wrinkled work clothes and asked in a low voice.
"You still have that thing? I thought it should have been recycled a long time ago." The pope said with a shrug.
"No, the old Glow Glory is still there, and it flew again not long ago. Although it may not live as long as you and me, the old guy is still good now, but there are a few missing when he comes back.
Parts." When Zaku said this, he glanced at Sandora silently. I knew he must have thought of his thirty or so seats. "The last time you rode it, you were still a fool full of heroism.
.”
"But when it returned that time, you threw me and twelve brothers and sisters into the burning isolation layer of the ruins."
Biluna couldn't help but speak out, with a suppressed voice: "But brother, you were already dead at that time. We didn't know it at that time..."
"We still don't know what that light brought us, so I have never held any grudges because of your decision at that time," the Pope looked into Zaku's eyes through the mask, "You were right at the time. Your real mistake
It was after I led my twelve brothers and sisters back to the world that you rejected my plan. You refused to take on the chosen mission. Among the fifteen people who survived the test, only two of you rejected the glory of the savior. But that was all
In the past, I heard that you have been wandering around since then. In recent years, you have even returned to your old job. It's a shame that the adventure group has not been cancelled, and there is a little girl beside you... Oh, could it be
Is it Biluna’s child?”
Zhagu did not answer the other party, but looked back at us with searching eyes, but no one had time to pay attention to him: Qianqian was busy typing on the information terminal at this time. She thought she could publish a book today.
Most of us think so...
Of course, everyone’s ears are perked up, and I have almost figured out more than two million words in my head.
"Her name is Milia, and of course she is not the child of me and Biruna. Oh, I know your eyes have been following us, but you don't seem to know her origin. Fourteen years ago, Biruna and I were together
We returned to the ruins we explored together. Near the core area, we found a functioning ecological capsule. It’s easy to guess, right? There was a baby girl inside. You shouldn’t have led the Twelve Knights in a hurry.
If you set foot on Tyranny, you might already have the Thirteen Knights now: Milia's talent is even higher than yours, and she might be an ancient person who has survived in that ruins to this day."
Uncle Zaku seems to have made up his mind to attract enough attention today. The shocking secrets in his mouth are popping up one after another. I can hardly imagine how ups and downs this guy's life was in the first half of his life. It's really hard for him not to be the protagonist.
Unjustly accused.
From the beginning, we were a little curious about Milia's identity. You see, she has no parents, no origin, only a mutant ID card that Uncle Zaku spent two hundred yuan to find someone to forge. She is born with an identity that is not inferior to that of a high-level monk.
, the ability to control ancient weapons, and more importantly, she was picked up by Uncle Zaku from a ruins. To be fair, I really don’t believe how weird a pair of parents can be to risk their lives and go deep into ancient ruins to abandon them.
Baby girl, if you have such skill and courage, what else can you not afford to support? So Milia’s life story has been a novel from the beginning!
Now Uncle Zaku has personally revealed the news: when he picked up Milia, she was not in a pile of cloth bags, but in an ancient ecological cabin. Milia may be an ancient person who has survived in the ruins to this day.
Then the sound of needle dropping could be heard in the room again.
"I'm really here at the right time today." Bingtis whistled again, but Sandora still punched her.
For the first time after hearing the news, the Pope showed an emotion other than calmness. He stood up suddenly and pointed forward, but quickly took it back: "Sure enough, I should have noticed that little girl.
, you hid her too deeply. It seems that in addition to the blessings of the sages, we also gained something. We obtained thirteen ancient weapons, and you actually got a real ancient person. It is said that those ancient people
They are the most beloved mortals of the sages. Each of them is as powerful as countless times that of modern people, and all the ancient weapons in this galaxy are tailor-made for them. It seems that the real winner is you."
The pope spoke quickly, and heavy breathing came from under the mask: "Ha, I still haven't forgotten your righteous words when we parted ways three hundred years ago. I didn't expect that today you would take the initiative to violate the agreement. It's that
The power of the ancients allowed these people to easily break through the defense of the Papal Palace?”
The other party has been judging the situation on his own, and I can feel that this person who is always very calm is getting nervous now. Sandora and I have completely entered the movie-watching mode, and the shocking news that pops up one after another makes us nervous.
I almost forgot what I was here for. Qianqian was still imagining her masterpiece based on the situation. I leaned over and took a look, and saw a line on the information terminal: The princess cut off the brave man's head with a sword, and from then on we are together.
The devil lived a happy life...
I remember that she was actually writing the story of Uncle Zaku at the beginning.
"You really haven't changed at all. You will always live in a state of self-righteousness," Zaku laughed. "Well, the time for reminiscing is over. I'm afraid these big shots are tired of hearing this."
The uncle said, stood up and faced us: "To be honest, I really don't want to show up in this place again. But I'm afraid this guy will do something bad, and his character may not make you like him."
"Who are they?"
The pope's voice came from behind Zaku, and it was no longer as firm as it was at the beginning, as if he finally discovered that there was something wrong with his deeply confident judgment. Hearing this, Uncle Zaku just shrugged dumbfounded and said:
Luna shook her head at the Pope: "You are really wrong, brother. These are the leaders of the saints. They just returned here from the defense line of Fog God yesterday, and they want to see their successors after they leave this world.
How's your performance, brother? With all due respect, I'm afraid your grades are terrible."
"It's not just bad, it's simply terrible." Bingtis shook his head, "The firmness of your faith may be acceptable, but your character is really not good. I really can't imagine what this world will be like if you live another three hundred years.
What harm did you do to me?"
Because he is wearing a mask, the Pope's current expression is a mystery to us, but he suddenly stood up straight and waved his arms, with a very excited voice: "Huh? This is the story you jointly made up? Zaku, three hundred years ago
Was your brain broken in the past? Don’t you think you can use other methods casually..."
"You'd better look outside." I interrupted him kindly and raised my hand to signal the Pope to pay attention to the window behind him. At the same time, a bright blue light flashed past the window and projected into the room.
The next piece of distorted light and shadow.
A vague noise came in through the gap in the window that was not completely closed. Biluna stepped forward and opened the window. Suddenly, the whole room echoed with the roar of mountains and tsunamis from the square, vaguely mixed with engines from high in the sky.
There was a roar, and the Pope turned back in surprise, seeming to understand something, and walked stiffly to the window.
The majestic interstellar battleship is gradually descending from high altitude. The blue psionic shield and force field halo render the square below like an Avatar. The originally deserted streets are now crowded with civilians running out of their homes.
They were swarming towards the large square where the Papal Palace is located. The noisy and chaotic voices and the low sound of the flying spacecraft were beating their eardrums like ocean waves. The Paladins who were supposed to be responsible for maintaining order in the square had already lost control along with them.
Now: they prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling all over, worshiping the flash of psionic energy in the sky, bathing in the gift of blue light.
The Pope froze in front of the window for a long time. I don't know what his mood is now, but it must be very subtle. For a fanatical believer who has been hypnotizing himself into the successor of ancient sages three hundred years ago, what he fears most is actually
It was not a pagan, but a sage who really stood in front of him.
This is like saying to someone you meet outside, "Brother xx and I have been friends for a long time." After saying it for more than half a year, you basically believe it yourself. Then suddenly one day when you are eating fried noodles outside, a burly man appears across from you.
Stand up and say: "I am xx, what are you doing?"
That would be silly.
The situation of the Pope is similar to this, which is at the higher end: he deceived billions of people for hundreds of years.
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a man also wearing a long black coat and a smooth spherical mask on his face broke into the room: "Pope, outside..."
The other party stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. He was stunned to find that he was being watched by a room of people. Then his eyes fell on Zaku and Biluna, and he couldn't help but make two gurgling sounds in his throat.
"You go out first," the pope waved to the intruders with a low voice, "ask them to wait for me in the hall."
I feel a little pity for this guy. It stands to reason that he is also responsible for Mobrado's development today. Although the method is not very popular, the current "peaceful and prosperous age" of this galaxy is indeed the result of that massacre rule. But
His biggest shortcoming is that he is a little too middle-aged.
"Sit down, those spaceships will hang in the sky for a while, and no one will come out. In a few seconds, they will put subtitles in the sky, oh, look, the subtitles have come out," Uncle Zaku came to the Pope
Beside him, old friends usually put their hands on each other's shoulders. Regardless of the Pope's mood, he just pointed at the imperial spaceships that were printing a bunch of unknown symbols in the sky, "They are all small spaceships.
Huge battleships in war will not easily enter the atmosphere. You don’t need to bother studying those words. In fact, they have no meaning at all. They are just used to scare people."
Lilina immediately jumped out and said that those subtitles were all her own credit.
The Pope sat back on the chair in a daze with Zaku's support. He didn't know how chaotic his mind was. What happened today was no longer something that could be solved by calming down for him. Biluna looked here.
At one glance, she got the answer from Sandora's and mine's gazes, and let out a sigh.
She closed the window, blocking out the wave of shouts in the square: "Brother, take off the mask, you are fired, you failed the test."