Twenty minutes later. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a hidden prison underground, it looks like a bazaar.

In the midst of the sprawling chaos, demons invaded the city, the guards left their jobs, and the criminals revolted in high spirits.

Torches were raised everywhere, and the prisoners set fire to clothes and sheets, sawed open cages, smashed shackles, and set off a carnival in the prison.

And at the very center of the countless noises and screams, on a high platform with dozens of tables, a voice preached impassionedly.

"Friends!"

The old voice roared: "We are here today, united in our struggle against the tyranny of Ludovic!

"Victory! Victory!"

The prisoners in the carnival shouted: "Hour of victory!"

"So, are we in it for money, for honor, or for power?"

At the dozen or so tables, the perverted old man in a tattered dirty skirt clenched his fists, his beard was spreading, and he shouted feverishly:

"No, it's for the most precious thing in a person's life, it's for freedom!"

Filled with stimulants, alcohol, and banned drugs, the prisoners screamed in ecstasy: "Freedom, freedom, freedom!"

"Let's fight the struggle! Let's wave the banner of freedom! Let's march to a great new era!" the old man shouted, "the Pope!"

The frenzied prisoners screamed in response: "the Pope! the Pope!"

"Good!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Come on, bring Ludovic's minions!"

Soon, on the tattered cross, the warden, who had been tightly bound, was carried up. Surrounded by piles of broken wood that served as firewood, someone poured fuel and spirits from unknown sources, and the smell was pungent.

The warden was pale.

"Spare my life!" he screamed, "I am innocent!"

"Fart! Can you fool me!"

The perverted old man jumped down and pointed to his nose: "Whether you are telling the truth or not, I can tell with my toes!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

The warden wanted to cry without tears: "It was originally the order of the *** bishop! He had just run away! I was just a poor man! Brothers, I didn't do anything sorry for you! Spare me, it's all the fault of the bullshit bishop!

"Really?"

The old man picked up two bottles of wine and poured them on him, and left a little to pour into his stomach, drunk and suspicious.

"Really! really!"

The warden nodded like garlic.

"Then I'll ask you!"

The old man raised his voice, pointed to his nose, and said solemnly: "If you dare to tell a lie, you will have to pay for your lies today!"

He paused and asked in a sacred and solemn tone:

"--Lao Tzu wears a skirt, does it look good?"

“......”

In an instant, all the hustle and bustle disappeared.

Dead.

What was he talking about?

The prisoners looked at the old man with bewildered expressions, including the warden on the cross. But the warden did not dare to speak, because the old man still had a freshly lit match in his hand.

"Tell me!"

The old man approached the match and yelled: "If you dare to panic, I will burn you!"

The warden burst into tears, broke down completely, and opened his mouth to speak.

At that moment, a roar rang out.

It was as if from above the nine heavens, an angry god had rained down in fury to slash this damned blasphemer. In the continuous roar, the ground shook, and everyone staggered to their feet.

With the loudest bang, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a whistling and heavy black shadow passed through the layers of barriers and smashed down on the ground at the bottom.

Rumble!

Smoke and dust flying, rubble flying.

Everyone sat down on the ground.

Something extremely heavy fell from the sky, smashed layers of ceilings, and fell to the bottom?

And the warden, who was tied to the cross, was almost smashed into meatloaf by the thing, and almost died, and now his face was so pale that he almost passed out.

Soon, the sound of steel grinding sounded.

A burly figure stepped out of the smoke, suffocating everyone.

Templars!

It's the Templars!

The massive Gospel armor brought a terrifying deterrent that made everyone dare not speak, wake up from the frenzy, and kick in the eyes.

The Templar looked around and after confirming that there was no threat, he nodded and waved upward. Soon, a rope condensed from the aether extended.

A white-haired young man in a robe ran down the rope and landed on the Templar's shoulder, looking around and frowning:

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

“......”

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

He asked again, but it was obvious that this time he didn't wait for an answer, but popped up several moonlight threads, looking directly for memories from their minds.

In the end, his eyes fell on the old man in women's clothes.

"Mr. Albert?" he asked.

Albert seemed to be still drunk, tilted his head, and looked at the comer in confusion: "Are you looking for me?

“...... Aren't there any normal people at the top of the Order?"

The young man pursed his lips and sighed, "Thankfully, you have a good subordinate." Come with me, Mr. Albert, your central temple awaits you. ”

"Really?"

Albert was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, and came over to hook Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "You said it earlier! I thought you were sent by Ludovic's little *** to kill me!"

Oh, by the way, you look really good-natured, like you've seen it somewhere! Unfortunately, it's a bit like the unlucky guy who assassinated the Pope, but it doesn't matter.

Anyway, now that you're like this, no one cares who you are. By the way, when are we leaving?"

"Immediately. ”

"Then you'll have to wait for me. ”

Albert waved his hand, "I've got some business here." ”

As he spoke, he took out a match from his pocket, lit it, and shook it in front of the warden with a serious face: "You haven't answered me just now!

The warden was completely devastated, and nodded his head with tears: "Beautiful! You look so good in a dress, my lord!"

Albert's smile vanished.

Becomes cold and indifferent.

Like iron.

"Stupid. ”

He let go of his finger and let the match slip off:

"--You look good in a dress. ”

Ignoring the warden screaming in the fire, he turned, grabbed the rope, and under the pull of the pulley, the prisoners stared blankly and admiringly, he rose and departed under the guard of the Templars.

It was a long time, a long time, before someone reacted, and pointed to the hole where the faint light fell in amazement:

"--The boss has ascended to heaven!"

"Ascension, Ascension, Ascension!"

To the cheers of the 'freedom fighters', a dirty, rotten skirt floated down from the crack and danced in mid-air like a butterfly into flames.

Burned into the embers of madness.

-

"This **** world is getting really fast. ”

Archbishop Albert sat in his former position in prison uniform, blood still on his feet. Several loyal subordinates gave him a shoulder and leg rubbing, and served him meticulously.

Rubens struck a match and lit a cigar from the corner of his mouth—the cigar had been recovered from Rembrandt's corpse and had a sweet smell when smoked.

So, his face was hidden in the curling smoke.

In just a few days, the presiding officer of the Silent Mechanism died at the hands of his loyal subordinates, and the Pope was stabbed to death in a New Year's sermon. The new pope took my church and put me in prison.

Just a little sleep, the Holy City has become this ** that has been ravaged dozens of times, and now, the suspect who killed the Pope has brought me back here, entrusting the important institutions of the Holy City to my hands again.

And this guy, in just half a month, jumped from a formal musician to a master......"

He stared at Ye Qingxuan and spit out a gloomy smoke:

"Doesn't this world need reason and common sense anymore?"

"If I have any understanding in the past half a month, it is probably this: this world has its own logic and reason, and those who can't keep up with it will be crushed from their bodies and thrown into the dust. ”

Ye Qingxuan replied indifferently: "So, after experiencing some things, I decided to run in front of it." ”

Albert was silent for a long time, then took off his cigarette and threw it into a pool of dried blood on the ground, and sighed softly: "Talk about your conditions, young man.

Even now, you and I are powerless to change reality.

The big times are changing for little people like you and me, but for now, we can at least decide where it turns.

Say, you are ready to surrender the Holy City to the Hundred Eyes in exchange for immortal merits. Or are you going to turn the tide, use your mantis arm as a car, and be a hero for a few minutes?"

"Neither. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "What this world has become, it's up to those big people to think about it." I'm just looking for someone in the Holy City. ”

"Looking for someone?"

Albert was stunned, and for a long time, he laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Ye Qingxuan.

"Unexpectedly...... Just trying to find someone through the barrier?"

He shook his head gloomily, "I'm sorry, young man, as you can see: the Great Barrier of the Holy City has broken into a sieve.

The basic functions all came to a standstill, and the balance of the four realms of all matrices was completely disrupted. Even if I give you the supreme authority now, all you can get is a shell that is nothing.

...... My life'......s work has only left a shell now?

Ye Qingxuan looked at him dejectedly and shook his head:

"It's broken, you can fix it again. (To be continued.) )