Chapter fifty-one

Augustus, the god of the earth.

Even the unbeatable descendant of glory has to admit that this old man who single-handedly founded the Order is the strongest person in this world, and there is no one.

But in the power structure of the Order, there is no place for him.

Because—

He is holy.

Let the worldly be profane, and the holy sacred.

The old man did not break the principles he had drawn up - in the first hundred years of the Order, his role was closer to that of a man than a god, closer to the role of a "prophet", he foresaw not only the death of the foolish king, but also the arrival of a dark millennium, leading those who were willing to believe in him, before the tide of chaos swallowed everything, all the way through the wind and sun, all the way through the thorns and thorns, after crossing most of the territory of order, finally opened up the present Canaan in the city of dead silence shrouded in darkness and emptiness.

This is their Promised Land.

The organizational structure of the Order and the institutional construction of the Order have laid the prototype in the past hundred years.

He then entrusted his authority, the Shepherd's Staff, as a symbol of the vicarious herding of living beings, to Azuben I, and he faded from public view.

But that didn't mean he disappeared, and in the next three hundred years, he not only created the world's first floating warship capable of crossing the night with divine knowledge from the Apocalypse, but also personally contributed to the birth of the first Stigmata Bearer and the Great Sword Wielder, laying the foundation for the growth of the Order.

It was only after everything was settled that he fell into a long sleep.

Humans cannot live forever, not even with the gods of the earth—physical aging is not to be feared, mental and mental exhaustion can be relieved, but the decay and decay of the soul are irreversible.

His coffin was placed under the Papal Chamber, in a dark and dark palace.

Only those who hold the Pope's Encyclical are eligible for the audience.

Even though Leonardo da Vinci, as the head of the Equipment Department, was a great alchemist on the side of truth, and was already in a high position in the power system of the Order, it was not so easy to obtain the Pope's oracle - no, not to mention obtaining the Pope's oracle, it was not easy to even meet the Pope now.

After all—

"I'm sorry. ”

The two spears were wrong, and the two big sword-wielding men in front of the Papal Hall stopped the dusty middle-aged gentleman: "Your Excellency Leonardo da Vinci, Your Majesty is discussing important matters with your cardinals. ”

The great alchemist with one-sided glasses stepped forward, and his face showed a helpless look: "Can't you be accommodating? ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Even his expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he was still cold and impersonal.

"Wait," the gray-haired alchemist Kremans was more than a step slower than the middle-aged gentleman who loved cats, and after finally catching up, he shook his head and reached out to pat his friend on the shoulder, "Let me do it—I'm much more familiar with rules and regulations than you who are immersed in research." ”

He paused, looking away at the two guards in front of him.

"This is a first-class state of affairs, marked as 3A, a state of super-emergency. Chrisman's face was solemn, "According to the Expansion Act in Article 21 of the Ecclesiastical System of Governing Bodies promulgated by King Tuben I, in the event of a crisis of class A or above, any cardinal or member of the Order of the same status has the right to meet the Pope at any time - unfortunately, the head of any ministry is equal to the status of a cardinal. ”

The alchemist deliberately left a few seconds to think, and then a showdown: "Now, you have no reason to stop our great alchemist. ”

The two big sword-wielding men in charge of the security of the Pope's Hall looked at each other, then looked at each other and nodded: "Please wait a moment, let's go to the communication." ”

Although they said this, the two had no intention of letting go.

In the same way, neither Leonardo da Vinci nor Chrisman had any intention of urging, but just paced back and forth in the golden hall, waiting for the results to come.

After a while, there was the sound of cowhide boots colliding with the earth in the corridor leading to the Pope's Hall, and the two great sword-wielding men in front of the door put away their spears at the same time, and although they did not speak, they invariably straightened their bodies in unison.

A middle-aged man with a square face stepped out of the corridor.

The headquarters of the Order is so large, and there are so many people who have the authority to deal with this matter, whether it is Leonardo da Vinci or Klimance, they are no strangers to the one in front of them.

Patrick.

The head of the Guardian Brigade.

Unlike the complex system of responsibilities of the clergy, the division of sword bearers is much simpler, and after implanting stigmata and completing adaptive training, they will be assigned to teams such as the Sweepers, the Watchmen, and the Inquisitors according to the volunteers they fill in when they graduate from the Correctional Institute, as well as the opinions of the personnel commissioners who will be evaluated by the brigade.

The Guardian Brigade is one of them, dedicated to maintaining the security of the cardinals and His Holiness the Pope, and among the five swordsmen who support it, the status is the most respected, and the high-end combat power is the most outstanding.

Patrick, as the leader of the Guardian Brigade, is naturally extraordinary in terms of strength and status.

But it is such a big man, but his attitude towards Leonardo da Vinci is quite respectful.

"Master Leonardo da Vinci," the leader of the Guardian Brigade greeted the middle-aged gentleman in a friendly manner, "please come with me, Your Majesty and your cardinals have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

For any warrior, weapons and equipment are the top priority, as the head of the R&D and rationing weapons and equipment department, Da Vinci's real power is actually very large, and the following ordinary sword bearers and big sword bearers may be able to reply with the last sentence "Where the duty lies, please forgive me", but as the captain of the Guardian Brigade, he is not too selfless - if this great alchemist is really targeted, neither side will end well.

"Excuse me. The middle-aged gentleman lifted his glasses and followed.

"It's good that I'm here," Chrisman's identity can only be regarded as a middle and high-level within the Order, and his status determines that he can't come and go as freely as Leonardo da Vinci, "Forget it...... It's no fun to wait here, I'll go back first, and if things change, I'll send you a message through the microphone. ”

The microphone is an invention of Leonardo da Vinci, which can transmit sound through alchemical creations, but the new invention is not perfect in all aspects, and the cost is not low, so it has not been promoted on a large scale, and at most there is an experimental assembly between several powerful figures in the equipment department.

"Hopefully there won't be bad news. ”

The road was not long, and the middle-aged gentleman ushered in the end after a few steps.

"Welcome, Leonardo da Vinci. The door to the papal hall was opened, and the neat and dignified guards were arranged in two rows around the red carpet, and on the long and narrow square table, dozens of cardinals sat opposite each other, and at the end of the square table, at the end of the line of sight, the only old man sitting upright on the throne seemed to notice his gaze, and smiled politely at him, "But since it is an emergency, there is no need to perform those unnecessary etiquette, please speak." ”

Augustine I.

Leonardo da Vinci retracted his gaze and bowed slightly: "The core algorithm has been eroded by chaos, and the selection ceremony of the sword bearer has been declared out of control, and until now, there has been no news from Mana. ”

Mana, a personality born from the differential machine, is the experimental product of the top-secret project "Artificial Angel", and even though everyone in the room is a big figure in the Order, there are only a few people who are qualified to know about this plan, so the Great Alchemist is only passing through it.

"Chaos Erosion—"

"Impossible, right?"

None of the cardinals are simple characters, they may not have extraordinary powers, but their knowledge is definitely not low, and their understanding of darkness and chaos is beyond the reach of ordinary people - they naturally know what it means to encounter chaos erosion in the hinterland of this order.

Unlike the tinder, which is decaying and permeable, the Lord's brilliance is pure and holy, and will never allow any filth.

But...... Does it really not exist?

Thinking faintly of a possible cardinal, his face gradually darkened.

Not really.

They know.

Compared with ordinary clergy, sword-bearers, and great sword-bearers, they who are in the position of cardinal obviously know more, and they undoubtedly have a deeper understanding of the Order and Canaan.

At the very least, they all knew very well what terrible malice was suppressed under the divine appearance of the present Canaan, what pure evil was suppressed—that was the source of all evil that no word could describe in any case, that it was a great terror that mankind could never resist, that its name could not be described, that its appearance could not be described, that it was darkness itself, that is, sin itself, that it was the ultimate enemy of the Order and of mankind.

"The King of Yellow......

Someone moaned uncontrollably.

Yes, Hasta, the King of the Yellow, one of the four Old Masters known to mankind, is the most powerful and unsolvable evil in the entire Order's realm.

"Silence—"

Under the crown of the vicarious lord herding all beings, the one close to the god gently tapped the scepter, and then raised his head, and the deep, calm eyes pierced through the layers of barriers, opposite the great alchemist: "Da Vinci, tell me, what can I do about it." ”

"I need to see His Majesty Augustus. The middle-aged gentleman paused and added, "Now." ”