Chapter 791 Farewell to Your Place

"I knew it had to come to this."

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.

"Unexpectedly, you were 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 have a lesbian relationship!"

I shivered and quickly threw the unfortunate girl out.

The Pope has been misunderstanding our identity from the beginning. 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 decreed the facts. A ridiculous idea. Facing the Pope's question, Uncle Zaku, whose identity suddenly seemed to be remarkable, just smiled: "You are still the same as before, you only rely on your own judgment in everything. I don't have the guts to arrange these people. To be honest, lately I was terrified sitting with them. But I did guess that the situation would develop like this today..."

He quickly shut up mid-sentence, but I already knew it: that’s because his family has been troubled by us all over again. Uncle Zaku knows very well how harmful it is to this group of powerful creatures in front of him, and he knows it very well. We know it will be a disaster wherever we go...

The Pope pointed his finger 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 that no one had jumped out of the cracks in the floor, and 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. To the point of having 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 hidden secret will there be between this? And now there is also Biluna: If I heard it right just now, this eldest sister is called Brother Pope!

I feel like what I have in mind right now, if I just add a few million words and throw it out of the starting point, it will be enough to cover two bedrooms and one living room. Of course, Qian Qian, whose eyes next to her were already sparkling, should be more powerful. If the things in her mind were straightened out, she might be able to realize this girl's ambition of making money by herself, with three bedrooms and a 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 spoke rudely - 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 them 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 frown, "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 just 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. "This 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 have to be looked down upon, and you don’t have 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 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 there is that feeling, as if 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?"

Zaku 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 yet..."

"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 and you refused to undertake the chosen mission. Only two of you among the fifteen people who survived the test 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 an extra 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’ve almost brainstormed over two million words now.

"Her name is Milia, and of course she is not my and Biruna's child. Ha, 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. You have set foot on Tyranny, otherwise you might already have the Thirteen Knights now: Milia’s talent is even higher than yours, 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, and only has 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, what else can you not afford to support if you have such skill and courage? So Milia’s life experience has been part of this 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 came to the right place today." Bingtis whistled again, and Sandora still punched her.

For the first time after hearing the news, the Pope showed emotions 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 got 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 specially 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. Shandora 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 now 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 sure as it was at the beginning, as if he finally discovered that there was something wrong with his confident judgment. Hearing this, Uncle Zaku just shrugged dumbfounded, while Biluna shook her head at the Pope: "You are really wrong, brother. These are the leaders of the sages. They just returned from the defense line of Fog God yesterday. Being here, and wanting to see how the successors performed after they left this world, brother, with all due respect, I’m afraid your results 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 a disaster you have caused."

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? Is this the story you jointly made up? Zaku, three hundred years 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 magnificent 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 are swarming towards the large square where the Papal Palace is located. The noisy and chaotic voices and the low sound of the flying spacecraft are constantly beating the eardrums like ocean waves. The Paladins who were supposed to be responsible for maintaining order in the square have lost control along with them at this time. Now: They prostrate themselves on the ground, tremblingly 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 becoming the heir of an ancient sage three hundred years ago, what he fears most is not actually the pagans, but the sage actually standing in front of him.

This is like saying to someone you meet outside, "Brother xx and I have been friends for eight years and share life and death." After saying it for more than half a year, you basically believe it yourself. But 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 Pope's situation is similar to this, but it's more high-end: he deceived billions of people for hundreds of years.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open by someone from the outside, and a man also wearing long black clothes 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 gurgled twice 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 the development of Mobrado to this day. 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 are out," Uncle Zaku came to the Pope Beside him, old friends 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 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 could no longer be solved by calmness for him. Biluna glanced here, and she got the answer from the gazes of Sandora and I, so she 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."