Just when Myrobalan was wandering on the edge of wakefulness and sleep, the owner of those dark green eyes, the extremely lofty Lord Gregory, did not disappoint Myrobalan.
In just a few days, he found those people in many places throughout the Xixuan world.
The administrator of the Federal National Library, who has always been indifferent, is walking through the stacks of bookshelves, checking the storage conditions of the books.
Through the two rows of tall bookshelves, he saw the old man in gray and white robes with dark green eyes on the opposite side of the passage. The old man looked half-smiling, and looked at the administrator with eyes full of longing.
The administrator was a little confused. When did this old gentleman appear in the warehouse?
Why does it look familiar?
However, before he could think too much, a black light flashed before his eyes, the bookshelf collapsed, and books and confetti flew everywhere.
…
A professor from the Department of Literature of the Federal University for the Humanities is taking time to read the graduates' theses.
With his current status and qualifications, and the preciousness of time, there is no need for this anymore. The assistants will do it all.
However, professors always hope to take a closer look at student papers that have independent opinions and have strict logic in their data and arguments.
As a teacher with high character, he has always demanded this from himself.
The professor didn't even notice that there was an old man in the study, with dark green eyes that were menacing.
When the professor found the distinguished Pope, he immediately saw the greedy eyes and the blinding black light.
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In the middle of the Holy Gospel Mountains of the West Xuan Federation, at a large corner of the Palton River Valley, there is an old castle with a long history.
The castle has been repaired and improved through the ages, and it still plays its role as a fortress today, but as a place where the Holy Federation holds special political prisoners.
The unyielding dissident against the Holy Federation, the labor leader who tried to rebuild the union, had spent more than ten years in a dark solitary cell.
The poor light damaged his vision. He was reading some reports from the Glorious City in front of the small window in the dim skylight.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw the green-eyed old man appearing in the cell like a ghost.
"Who are you? You shouldn't appear here. This is hell, a hell on earth created privately without the judgment of the God Lord."
"Unyielding One, your insights won my heart. Let me free you."
The green-eyed old man nodded with a smile, but quietly activated the spell, covering the entire dark prison room with dark light.
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A secret new materials research institute of the Holy Federal Academy of Sciences is hidden in the mountain forests. Winter snow has covered the entire institute with a white coat.
The researcher stood lonely in front of the laboratory window, looking at the bushes covered with snow outside the window.
A red-billed titmouse had nowhere to look for food because of the heavy snow. It even stopped in front of the window, tilting its head and looking at the researcher through the glass.
"It is difficult to discover the grass seeds and delicacies hidden under the snow, just as it is difficult to find the proportioning scheme of new materials in countless complicated material data."
Rather than talking to the bird, the researcher was cheering himself up.
A message sounded in his sea of consciousness:
"Yes, these miraculous materials are always in God's control. Even if humans conduct arduous exploration with a humble attitude, whether they can be fruitful or not depends on God's will."
The researcher stared blankly at the old man who appeared in the laboratory out of thin air, with a twisted expression on his face, as if there were countless dark green earthworms crawling in his blood vessels:
"Old sir, what do you mean?"
"Hehehehe..."
The green-eyed old man's laughter was hollow and terrifying:
"Actually, humility is also given to you by the Lord God. When He needs it, returning is the best choice."
A black vortex rose out of thin air. Various glassware in the laboratory shattered in an uproar. Various electronic equipment crackled and short-circuited and smoked. The smoke mixed with the black light, and the laboratory fell into a state of chaos.
The red-billed titmouse outside the window immediately noticed something strange and flew away suddenly. The glass window behind it shattered to the ground.
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"Quack quack..."
Crazy laughter sounded deep in the Glory Cathedral.
The terrifying and terrifying laughter made all the clergymen stand up suddenly, thinking that the devil was coming.
Lord Edgar, the cardinal who took Enura to see the Pope, looked worriedly into the depths of the church.
After taking the little shepherd Ainura to see His Majesty that day, Ainura did not come out, and His Majesty never appeared again.
However, the abnormal movement in the palace where the Pope lives is obvious.
Dear Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?
The powerful Cardinal Edgar was worried.
Suddenly, his mind moved slightly and he found an old man in his study.
Sitting on the soft and luxurious sofa in the room was an old man wearing a black hooded robe. His face was covered with dry wrinkles like orange peels, and his eyes were clear and bright. Eyes that see through everything are looking at Edgar with a smile.
Edgar immediately bowed slightly and made a triangle gesture to the old man:
"Dear Mr. Sarazi, you are the guide who leads me to the path of serving God. In the name of God, I wish you good health."
Sarazi nodded with a smile, returned the salute, tilted his head, listened to the faintly audible laughter that spread deep into the church, and turned his head:
"Master Bishop, you must have absolute confidence in the Lord of God. Any betrayal may be His arrangement..."
Edgar was shocked:
"Your Majesty really betrayed the glory of the God Lord?"
"Obviously, he fell into chaos. He lost himself and could only wait for the Lord God's salvation... Even if he betrayed him, he would surely be forgiven by God."
Edgar frowned:
"The problem is, the New Year's sacred coming to Daqi worship, he still needs to preside over it."
Sarazi shook his head slightly:
"Edgar, you have to understand that secular rituals are not the needs of gods, but the needs of ordinary and lost people."
"But……"
"Don't be confused by the status, power and glory. They are all fleeting... If the Pope is in poor health, it will be the same for you to preside over the ceremony."
Edgar's body shook again.
He looked at the great priest of this remote country with some disbelief. He dared to suggest this. If the Pope knew about it, Sarazi would never end well.
"Edgar, I can see that the glitz has obscured your eyes. We must have the mentality of a fanatic and the determination of a protective knight to worship and listen. Maybe you will be lucky enough to listen to the oracle. "
Edgar murmured:
"Oracle? There hasn't been an oracle for many years."
"I heard……"
"How is it possible? Your Majesty has not received the oracle! What orders does the Almighty God have for you?"
“He said, shut up, I’m so annoying!”
Edgar was stunned.
Is there such an oracle? !
"Mr. Sarazi, are you sure it's an oracle?"
Sarazi saluted solemnly again, his clear eyes full of pride, like a child:
“I am convinced that although what I saw was not Him, it was His messenger in this world, or His incarnation, His supervisor!
It's a pity that the supervisor has not fully understood, but he is already walking in this world!
I felt that the faith of the City of Glory was wavering, and I saw dark clouds covering the glory of the sky. Therefore, I came here specially to see you. You must be pious! "
Edgar fell to the ground:
"All glory belongs to my Lord!"
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In the huge square outside the federal government, President Angus issued a press conference in response to the Murong clan's invasion of Dongri State.
There was nothing new in the press conference. It was just the same old talk, strong condemnation, and a call for the empire to pay attention.
The joint meeting of the two houses of Congress did not make a decision on war. Due to the actual difficulties of various states and federations, and the huge geographical obstacles, it was unrealistic for the federal government to send troops to participate in the war in a short period of time.
The only gesture is to call on volunteers from dozens of countries to form a volunteer coalition.
Cross the West Wind Ocean to the west, then pass through the narrow middle area of the Inca continent, and then forcefully fly across the endless ocean, which is equivalent to bypassing more than half of the home planet, to go to the Dongri State to help the Ying people fight against the invasion.
Among the crowd listening to the news release, there was a blond young man who briefly woke up. He shook his head slightly in disdain. Vasily's military qualities dominated this body at this moment:
"Organizing volunteers to fight in the war, not even daring to ask the Eastern Empire for vehicle transit, and willing to take a detour of tens of thousands of kilometers, is blatantly telling the Empire that the Federation is unable to help and has no intention of disturbing it. It is just a joke on our part. , don’t care!”
Myrobalan's face became very exciting:
“Angus, an idiot and a bastard, will create a big problem if we organize volunteers to assist.
Can the empire also say that it will not participate in, support or cooperate with Murong's invasion, but it will not support the Murong family's volunteers, those from the four great clans and the seven aristocratic families? Suppression?
Doesn't this make the situation in Dongri State worse? "
But now in the Municipal Square, after the winter snow, there is indeed frost.
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In the endless void of the Eastern Earth World, the "Nine Sons Moon Meeting".
The rag man with shabby clothes and long hair, the simple and honest man like an old farmer, the tall and thin old man Lai Zi with mediocre appearance, the dark-faced and beardless Lai Zi, the red-faced and slightly fat old man without a beard and impatient, and the fat and slightly greasy middle-aged man. Emblica emblica, Bai Yaozi with a pale face and a kind demeanor, Dafengzi with a graceful appearance, handsome appearance with three long strands of long beard, ancient and unusual robes, the only woman among the nine sons, and beautiful Tiankui Son, all nine of them were looking at the top of the big round table at this moment.
Although there is no orientation in this void, and there is no position of superiority or inferiority on the round table, it is just the customary top position. At this moment, an old man is sitting.
He is a young man with white clothes, white hair, white beard, ancient appearance and rosy complexion.
If Wei Ling were here, he would definitely be surprised by this old man talking about the cultivation of the soul in the mountain road.
Because Ling Yuzi's expression was very serious at this moment, staring at the manifested projection of the mother star in the center of the round table, staring at the two bright red spots of astonishing brightness on the glorious city of the Xixuan Federation, without saying a word.
The strangest thing is that the light spot representing the Pope has suddenly become much brighter recently, and its color has also changed from white to dazzling bright red, and it is still flickering on and off.
“That Pope must have had a major change.
His sudden power was unstable, and the color of his light spots was very similar to that of Harile. Can it be inferred that they used the same method of devouring mages to strengthen themselves? "
Ling Yuzi's uncertain and speculative questions aroused the agreement of "Nine Sons":
"Master Jijiu's guess is not unreasonable!"
Everyone's second opinion did not relieve Ling Yuzi's fear, and even ignored their ancient official title of "sacrificial wine".
Now after the reform of the imperial official system, none of the three princes and the thirteen ministers of the empire have this official title.
"Everyone continues to strengthen the observation of the Pope and that Harile. Once the other party has the momentum to enter our Eastern World, you must promptly notify me, the envoys and the skinks... If necessary, we will find a way to inform the Supreme Being. !”
In response to Ling Yuzi's instructions, the "Nine Sons" all looked solemn, and even the most casual prophet bowed and saluted meticulously:
"Follow your orders!"
