The Holy City of the Western Alliance, Yalelen.

The sun sets on the mountain tops in the west, and the light warm afterglow is like the gentle gaze of the goddess, sprinkled in the quiet garden.

In the garden there was a soft collapse, on which two old men were lying with slender pipes in their hands.

"Cicero IV, he seems to already know our secrets. The old man on the right had a kind face, but his words were as cold as ice.

Cicero IV is the name of the contemporary pope, and he dares to call these words directly, and the identities of the two old men speak for themselves.

"The Pope, he's been in power for too long, and it's time to cede it. It doesn't matter if he finds out about it, we'll be able to make it happen soon. The old man next to him knocked the ashes of his cigarette, put the pipe in the gilded copper plate on the side, and said casually.

The Western Alliance actually has a well-known name, the Papal States.

So on the surface, the Holy Pope is in charge, but secretly there is another authority corresponding to it, which is not well known, and it is this institution called the Cardinal that the two old men are in.

The Order of Cardinals and the Holy Church are like two swords that balance each other, maintaining the long-term stability of the Western Alliance for hundreds of years.

"The Pope sent the saints to find out the whereabouts of the traitor, but he was also tempting us. The old man continued to smile, "Don't worry, Nikolai, the secret of the space passage is only in the hands of a few of our cardinals, and the Pope's hand can't reach even if it is long." ”

Nikolai's expression softened slightly: "But recently I heard that the Pope's youngest daughter Fivia has run away from home, and I think we can seize this opportunity." ”

This kind of rebellious remark could not be said from the mouth of others, and it would definitely be judged as a heretic, but the old man didn't care, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

The current Pope Cicero IV was the patriarch of the Cicero family before he became pope, and he had several sons and daughters. It's no secret that this is no secret.

"It's up to you to arrange this, I'm going to see the results of today's research. The old man was still smiling.

They sent a large number of warriors to the space passage to capture a lot of "gluttonies", and then immediately began to dissect and control the research of the "gluttonies", and they have also achieved great results in the past few days.

Nikolai nodded: "That's fine, then you can go." ”

Although the cardinal's technology and the theology of the Holy Religion seem to be harmonious on the surface, few people know about the many contradictions in the secret.

And this is just a microcosm.

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The Floating Palace was the residence of Pope Cicero IV.

The corridors are lined with oil paintings. This is a series of apparitions, in which the artist depicts the story of the apparition of God and his angels on earth with dignified brushwork.

Some are children running among thorns, some are women crying and trees are silver, some are dying kings fighting in the fire, and some are saints walking in the depths of the sea...... On each painting, there is a six-winged angel on his back, looking down on the clouds and looking down on the suffering of the world, silent and compassionate.

These paintings were painted for the Pope by theological scholars, implying that the Pope is an angel sent by God to save the world. I have to say that the Papal State nickname of the Western Alliance is really well deserved.

Cicero IV walked slowly down the corridor in a wide white robe, he should have been very handsome in his youth, and time could not erase his gentle and touching look.

"Isn't there any news from Fivia yet?" he asked softly, and there was a figure in the shadows in the hallway behind him.

"Back to Your Majesty, not yet. The hoarse voice replied, "But news came from the front that a group of saints had died. ”

"In which city?" asked Cicero IV.

"The city of Sartan. ”

"It should have been those old men who sent someone to make a move, after all, they have coveted my position for a long time, and the Cardinal Order has always wanted to take the position of the Holy Sect instead. Cicero IV's voice was calm and powerful, and even if he was talking about the civil war in the Western Alliance, it could not move his expression in the slightest.

He also deserves his title as the Iron-Blooded Pope.

"How's the Faith Collection going this year?" asked Cicero IV, who suddenly changed the subject.

The man in the shadows replied: "It's almost there, but this year the requirements above have been raised, and the requirements are eighty percent." ”

After eighty percent of the faith was offered, there was very little left for them to cultivate.

Cicero IV sighed and said: "This year coincides with an eventful season, let's get eighty percent of it, deal with the things in front of you first, and then talk about the rest later." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The shadows slowly faded.

Cicero IV rubbed his brows, his expression suddenly a little tired, outsiders only saw their appearance, but they did not know that they also had to endure a lot of trouble and pain.

And even if he is the pope of the Holy Religion of the Western Alliance, in the hands of those above is just a tool to collect faith, to put it mildly, he is a puppet at the mercy of others.

"God has mercy on the world, God is just a bunch of greedy people. ”

Cicero IV sneered slightly, then pushed open the huge carved wooden door at the end of the corridor, and for a moment all the light seemed to be swallowed up, and the world fell into absolute darkness.

At the end of the hallway was a huge mirror with a little broken edge, but this mirror had absorbed the light refracted into it, and it looked like a swarthy abyss...... The other end seems to be connected to hell.

Looking at this pitch-black mirror, Cicero IV's expression suddenly became fanatical, and he fell to his knees reverently, and shouted in an unspeakable and obscure language: "O great being from an unknown space and an unknown latitude, your devout believer Cicero is here to call you, asking you to look at it, and those false gods will be your sacrifices......"

He's said that I don't know how many times. But there was no response each time.

Cicero IV had little hope this time.

However, at this time, the mutation suddenly changed, and the calm mirror suddenly rippled like a lake with a stone, and then an ancient and indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate it.

At this moment, Cicero IV's mind was filled with a myriad of cacophony of voices, words he did not understand, but he could understand the meaning.

It's cheering, it's joy, it's welcome.

............

Chen Ge was hurrying with the life hunting team when he suddenly felt some kind of abnormal movement in the kryptonite space, which was an indescribable feeling, as if a thread had passed through it.

Immediately, the kryptonite space jumped again, and then fell silent again.

Chen Ge knew that this was a sign of the "parasite" waking up and sleeping in the past.

"What happened just now, what woke up the parasite?" Chen Ge couldn't help frowning.

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