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Arden's words made the original Prince of Wales look different.

At the same time, Arden's three personal frigates also noticed that Arden's words did not have the meaning of "you are the one who inherited the will of the saint", but simply introduced the facts in a straightforward manner.

So the three starships moved their eyes to the original Prince of Wales with a stiff face.

"Are you kidding? Governor of the Pacific Theater of Operations. The native guardian ship's tone was as stiff as her expression.

"Do you think I'm joking? Your Excellency, the saint of this world. Arden pulled out the scepter he had just snatched from the other man's hand and waved it casually.

The Prince of Wales, whose eyes fell on this scepter, sighed and asked, "When did you find out?" ”

"It's not hard to spot." Arden shook his head and said, "So far, you're the only one calling us outsiders. ”

"It's as simple as that?" This original warship, or the founder of this ship's civilization, the sage Angeles looked confused.

"After my calculations, this is the fastest explanation you can accept." Arden gave a vague answer.

"Oh, I see." The Prince of Wales' version of Angeles, who didn't know what to see from Arden's vague answer, sighed again and said, "Actually, I'm not that saint, I'm just that saint......"

"It's just the remnants of that saint, like the Yamato that merges into my Admiral's body." Arden was straightforward in adding Angeles' words.

"First of all, I have to state one thing, lest you misunderstand, Your Excellency." Angeles beckoned to the coffin floating outside and said, "I didn't arrange for you to come to the town guard mansion of the kid in Tidu. ”

With Angeles' movements, a staff and a glove and a mechanical bird floated in the coffin, the lid had been opened.

Put on a metal glove, pick up the staff, and the mechanical bird resting on your shoulder looks like the galactic human in the previous defense mechanism.

It's just that the gender is different, and the galactic humanoid in that defense mechanism is a standard male in terms of speech and body outline.

"I know that......" Aden didn't care about the action of the saint in front of him who had fused his soul remnants with the original ship to pick up his weapon.

However, the three guards stood next to Angeles with some nervousness, and even the most sluggish Huberian could feel that when he picked up these things, the saint who had fused with the ship's mother became a little dangerous.

"Then Your Excellency the Governor, you must know more than that, otherwise you wouldn't be in this place." As Angeles spoke, the mechanical bird on his shoulder looked around like a living thing.

"Not necessarily, maybe I'm just here to fulfill the wish of the Yamato." Because of the height problem, this scepter, which can be used as a crutch by the ship's version of the saint in front of him, can only be used as an ordinary scepter in Arden's hands.

"Although I failed, I am not a fool." Angeles shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, Your Excellency the Governor, I can't fulfill your wishes. ”

"Why?" Arden looked patient.

The dumb riddle played between Arden and the saint made the three governor's guards look confused.

Oh no, the Executor was still wearing a helmet, so the bewildered look couldn't show it.

"In order to cut off the authority that has made me sink deeper and deeper, I have turned myself into what I am now, and even if I wanted you, Your Excellency, to take over the responsibility of protecting this world, I would not be able to do so." The saint's tone was very helpless.

"So you're giving up?" Arden said with a subtle expression.

"I am the faith and hope that he cut out, and I will not give up, and it can be said that I will not learn to give up no matter what." The remnant of the saint left in the body of the ship lady said with a wry smile.

"So you'll keep going." Arden nodded and said.

"That's the only thing I can do." The ship's mother, who can only count a small part of the remnants of the saint, said.

"It's a pity." The scepter in Arden's hand turned into the sword used by the other party before.

"It's useless to kill me, it will only benefit her and them." The sage said.

"She and them? The last generation of saints and deep-sea ship mothers? Arden asked, waving a weapon that could only be counted as a one-handed sword in his hand.

"That's right, my master, the creator of all this, a guy who wants to destroy people for an inexplicable reason." The voice of the remnant of the saint was mixed with a strange anger.

This anger was not as simple as the hatred she had when she mentioned the Martian Fleet before, but a kind of anger mixed with helplessness, as if she had been pitted by the closest people.

"Inexplicable reason?" Arden asked with some curiosity.

"Well, it's very inexplicable, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't beat her all the time, I really wanted to knock her head open to see what she was thinking." The remnant of the saint first complained, and then explained:

"As a saint of the previous generation, she believed that with the development of technology, the expression of civilization became more and more impetuous, and it was impossible to give birth to real artists, and no one would appreciate "beauty"

"Huh? Is it for such a wonderful reason? Huberian, who finally understood what he was talking about, was surprised.

If this statement is followed, then the Tren Empire, where Hyperion is located, does not know that it will be destroyed many times, because the living environment in the Koplustar District is harsh and the survival pressure is high, and art is called the most useless discipline.

So the entire Tren Empire's Terran technology has a very strange steampunk style.

"It's so weird, it took me more than ten years to recover and remember to stop her behavior, no matter how many times I stopped it, it couldn't change her mind." It seems that this is not the first time that this saint has done the work of saving the world.

"So, your master, the saint of the previous generation, has done many actions to destroy the world?" Arden said in a calm tone.

"Many times, the last time you came closest to success was when she was called the Emperor of the Machines......" replied the remnant of the saint.

"It's true, I thought it was just a made-up story." Arden and Hyperion looked at each other, and the two ships from the same world remembered what they had seen in the library of the North House.

Because the content was somewhat absurd, and Kitataku classified the accounts as works of art, Arden and Hyperion read the accounts as simple stories at the time.

"Of course it's true, I'm not going to stop her, I'm turning these things into stories, and I'm pretty professional at that as her apprentice." The remnant of the saint sighed again.

"Professional?" Arden's eyebrows lifted.

"Well, after all, my master, in ancient human civilization, has been preserved in history as a great artist." The sage explained and then said the name of the previous generation of sages:

"The all-rounder known as the Almighty, the great artist Leonardo da Vinci, since you have included the ancient human archives that I gave to Tizi, then you should know the name."