Mayne stood at the top of the Babel Tower, looking at the silver-clad Hermes City through the window.
Since the last time a large group of evil beasts attacked the new holy city, the ice field has temporarily calmed down, the snow has also weakened a lot, and the city residents have ushered in a rare leisure.
These days should be a day of celebration, but Mayne's heart is still empty. In order to kill those terrifying giant hybrid demon beasts, a team of God's Punishment Army warriors rushed out of the city wall through the side gate and confronted them head-on. Nineteen people were wounded and two died. After the limbs were cut off, the two giant beasts lay on the ground and roared for a long time, and finally the guards on the city wall killed them with throwing spears. However, compared to the loss of the God's Punishment Army, what made him sincerely fear was the time node represented by the evil beast.
After being silent for a long time, he let out a long sigh and sat back at the table, wanting to open the holy book again and read it again.
"Even if you smash it, it won't change," Teflon happened to be carrying two cups of hot drinks into the ring hall, and he pushed a cup in front of Mayne, "Your Majesty O'Brien has not yet Promise to see you?"
"I have already sent a request to the secret area for the third time, but there is still no response there," Mayne said anxiously, "I don't know what your majesty is busy with, this critical moment—"
"Don't worry," Teflon interrupted him, "you have said it yourself, the canon was written by the first Pope, and mistakes are bound to occur. After more than four hundred years, who can guarantee that everything will be correct. is correct
"However, this is different," the archbishop shook his head. "If the timing is wrong, it will be a disaster for us! Now we have invested a lot of strength and energy in the unification of the kingdom, in order to gather the strength of the whole continent. To fight against the devil, but if the time is cut in half, there is no way we can accumulate so many God's Punishment Army after the war!"
"Quiet, Lord Mayne," the old bishop smiled, and he slowly took a sip of the hot drink. "The fact has already happened. The fangs of hell appeared in front of us, and no one can change it. But there may be two reasons."
"what reason?"
"I'll take a sip first," he said, stroking his beard.
Mayne picked up the glass, which looked like a glass of goat milk, and got close, but a spicy smell rushed into his nose, "What's in it?"
"Winter Flower," Teflon raised the corners of his mouth, "although you can't drink Dreamland Water directly, it's good to have this. At least it can help you relieve tension and help you sleep."
Mayne drank the goat milk dry in one gulp, and there was a burning sensation in his throat. Although the mellowness of the goat milk diluted the irritation of the winter flower juice, it was still somewhat unaccustomed to him who did not drink this drink often. After coughing twice, he wiped his mouth, "Even if it's a glass of dream water, it won't let me fall asleep at this moment, can I say it now?"
"One possibility is that the Pope made a mistake. For an old man, there are often times when his head is dizzy and his memory is wrong. I am deeply aware of this." Teflon shrugged.
"It's unlikely," said Mayne, frowning. "This is related to the layout and arrangement of the church, and even determines the fate of mankind. He must have written these contents carefully. What about the second point?"
"The second situation is that because of some unknown circumstances, everything has changed."
The Archbishop waited for a while, seeing that the other party did not intend to continue, he said in surprise, "Is that so?"
"That's it," he repeated.
"What's this… a joke, everything has changed? All our hard work is going to go to waste for this reason! Why can you put it lightly—"
"Lord Mayne!" Teflon's voice suddenly increased a few degrees, "What are you asking for, a way that will definitely defeat the devil? I still think that only you want to defend Hermes and block the devil's footsteps. Beyond the ice sheet?"
"..." Mayne was stunned.
"Every battle, everyone hopes to win, but so far, we have not won every battle even against the four major kingdoms, let alone the devil from hell?" He said loudly, "You forget His Majesty the Pope. There is not much difference between overly demanding and fearing the result. What you need to do is to accept the facts, and then go to the end step by step - as for the result, we can't control it. "
Fear... the result. Mayne was shocked, he was right, he was indeed afraid, afraid of becoming the Pope, failed to stop the devil's footsteps, and finally let mankind die in his own hands.
"I was like you before," Teflon's voice suddenly dropped, "but Heather's death made me understand that the results are often unpredictable. The evil moon has advanced without warning, and we are still in Wolfheart City was captured before the snow fell, just as planned... But Heather is still dead, and the way of fighting has changed. Even so, we still have to keep going," he stood up and let out a long breath, patted He patted Mayne on the shoulder and walked out of the hall, "So... no matter if it's five years or ten years, you have to go to the end unswervingly, not for that sure-fire way, but to do your best. It's your duty, even if it backfires."
The hall door was closed, and Mayne looked at the empty glass in front of him, speechless for a while.
He had to admit that the other party was right, but when he really had to shoulder this responsibility, how could he not be afraid
Suddenly, a presiding judge walked in, "Lord Mayne, His Majesty the Pope wants to see you."
finally come!
He stood up immediately and said eagerly, "Take me to the secret area."
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The secret area hidden deep in the plateau is still cold and silent.
Walking into the hall of the Pivotal Temple, Maine was slightly startled. There was no transformation ceremony scheduled today, but the candles in the hall were all lit, and the dense firelight outlined an orange-yellow outline for the hall. The chandelier above is like a kingdom of gods with stars.
O'Brien sat on the throne, looking at him silently.
Mayne felt a strange atmosphere, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, walked to the seat, knelt down with his hands on the ground, and touched the ground lightly with his forehead.
"Get up, child." The Pope's voice was so soft that it was hard to hear what he was saying if he wasn't paying attention.
Mayne straightened up and saw that the other side was full of uncontrollable old age and fatigue, as if he hadn't rested for a long time. "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your body."
"No need," he smiled, deep wrinkles covering his entire cheeks, "I'm about to die."
"Your Majesty, you won't—"
"No, listen to me, child." O'Brien interrupted the bishop with difficulty, "I know my physical condition, and there is no doubt that my death is coming." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "Today The purpose of calling you here is to pass the Pope's seat to you."
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