Mayne stood at the top of the Tower of Babel, looking through the window at the silver-clad city of Hermes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since the last time a large group of evil beasts attacked the New Holy City, the ice field has temporarily calmed down, and the snow has also weakened a lot, and the city residents have ushered in a rare leisure.

These days should have been a day to celebrate, but Mayne's heart was still empty. In order to slay the terrifying giant hybrid beasts, a group of Divine Punisher warriors rushed out of the walls through the side gates and confronted them head-on. In the end, nineteen people were wounded and two died. The two beasts were limb severe, and they lay on the ground and roared for a long time, and finally the guards on the city walls killed them with spears. However, compared to the loss of the Divine Punishment Army, what struck him sincerely was the time node represented by the evil beast.

After a long silence, he let out a long sigh and sat back down at the table, wanting to open the holy book again and read it again.

"You just turn it upside down, and it won't make any difference," Teflon said as he walked into the ring hall with two hot drinks, and he pushed one in front of Mayne, "Your Majesty Oberline hasn't promised to see you yet?"

"I've sent my request to the Privy District for the third time, but there's still no response," Mayne said anxiously, "I don't know what His Majesty is up to, at this critical moment—"

"Don't be in a hurry," Teflon interrupted him, "you yourself have said that the Holy Scriptures were written by the first pope, and mistakes are inevitable, and after more than four hundred years, who can guarantee that everything is correct?"

"But it's different," the archbishop shook his head, "if the time is miscalculated, it will be a catastrophe for us! Now we have invested a lot of strength and energy in unifying the kingdom, in order to gather the strength of the whole continent to fight the devil, but if the time is cut in half, we will not be able to accumulate so many divine punishment armies after the war!"

"Quiet, Lord Mayne," the old bishop smiled, sipping his hot drink slowly, "it has happened, the fangs of hell have appeared before us, and no one can change it. But there may be two reasons for this. ”

"What is the reason?"

"I'll take a sip first," he said, rubbing his beard.

Mayne picked up the cup, which looked like a cup of goat's milk, and leaned closer, but a spicy smell rushed into her nose, "What's in it?"

"Winter Flower," Teflon curled the corners of his mouth, "although you can't drink the Dream Water directly, it's still a good idea to have some of this, it will at least help you relieve your tension and help you sleep." ”

Mayne drank the goat's milk dry, and there was a hot burning sensation in his throat, although the mellow flavor of the goat's milk diluted the stimulation of the winter flower juice, but it was still a little uncomfortable for him who didn't drink this drink often. Coughing twice, he wiped his mouth, "Even a glass of dream water can't make me fall asleep at this moment, can I say it now?"

"One possibility is that the Pope made a mistake, and for an old man, there are often times when his head is dizzy and his memory is wrong, and I know this very well. Teflon shrugged.

"Unlikely," Mayne frowned, "it is related to the layout and arrangement of the church, and even determines the fate of mankind, and he must have written it carefully." What about the second point?"

"The second scenario is that because of some unknown circumstance, everything has changed. ”

The archbishop waited for a moment, and when he saw that the other party had no intention of continuing, he was surprised, "That's it?"

"That's all. He repeated.

"This ...... What kind of joke has everything changed? For this reason, all our efforts will be in vain! Why can you make an understatement—"

"Lord Mayne!" Teflon's voice suddenly raised a few degrees, "what are you trying to force for, a path that will surely defeat the devil?" or do you think that you are the only one who wants to hold Hermes and keep the devil's footsteps out of the ice field?"

"......," Mayne froze.

"Every battle, everyone wants to win, but so far, even against the four kingdoms, we are not sure to win every battle, let alone the devil from hell?" he said loudly, "Have you forgotten the teachings of the Pope? There is not much difference between excessive demand and fear of the outcome, what you have to do is to accept the facts, and then step by step to the end - as for the outcome, it is not up to us to control the outcome. ”

Fear...... Outcome. Mayne was shocked, he was right, he was indeed afraid, afraid that he would become the Pope, and he would not be able to stop the devil and finally let humanity be buried in his own hands.

"I've been like you before," Teflon's voice suddenly lowered, "but Heather's death has taught me that the outcome is often unpredictable. Evil Moon advanced without warning, and we captured Wolfheart City before the snow fell, just as planned...... But Heather still died, and the way of war changed. Even so, we'll have to keep walking," he let out a long breath and patted Mayne on the shoulder, walking out of the hall, "so...... Whether it's five years or ten years, you have to be steadfast in your journey to the end, not for the sake of victory, but to do your part, even if it backfires. ”

The hall door shut, and Mayne looked at the empty cup in front of her, half-speechless.

He had to admit that the other party had a point, but how could he not feel scared when he really had to shoulder this responsibility?

Suddenly, a presiding judge walked in, "Lord Mayne, His Majesty the Pope wants to see you. ”

It's finally here!

He stood up and said eagerly, "Take me to the privy quarter." ”

......

The Privy Zone, hidden deep in the plateau, is still cold and silent.

Walking into the hall of the Privy Temple, Mayne was slightly stunned, there was no transformation ceremony arranged today, but the candles in the hall were all lit, and the dense firelight outlined an orange-yellow outline line for the hall. The chandelier overhead looks like a kingdom of stars gathered together.

His Majesty Oberline sat on his throne and looked at him silently.

Mayne felt a little avoidable, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, walked to his seat, and knelt down with his hands, his forehead touching the ground.

"Get up, child. The Pope's voice was so soft that it was hard to hear what he was saying if he wasn't focused.

Mayne straightened up, and saw that his face was full of irrepressible old age and fatigue, as if he hadn't rested for a long time. "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your body. ”

"No," he smiled, deep wrinkles suddenly covering his cheeks, "I'm dying." ”

"Your Majesty, you won't—"

"No, listen to me, kid. Oberline interrupted the bishop with difficulty, "I know my physical condition, and there is no doubt that my time is near. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "The purpose of calling you here today is to pass on the papal throne to you. ”

. (To be continued.) )