Fourteen hours later, the Deputy Speaker of the Red Brotherhood visited the headquarters of the Cross of Thorns in the Temple. The plane landed at the international airport in Nice, France, because the annual Nice Carnival is approaching, the city is decorated with colors, the streets are crowded with men and women in fancy clothes, and the noisy environment does not change slightly until the car drives out of the center of the city and opens the seaside Palm Boulevard, the deputy speaker looks at the blue sea of the Mediterranean Sea through the black glass window, and says unhappily: "I hate this occasion very much." In fact, every member of the Brotherhood should reject this kind of crowded and flashy spectacle, which disturbs the human mind and makes people stupid and weak. ”

"Yes, sir. A young man beside him replied respectfully, "The Duke has often taught us this. Since my tattoo pain level increased last month, I really feel that my mind has been purified, and even my abilities have improved, and the provisions of the Code of Laws about penance are true, my lord. ”

"You're growing fast, Belenko. "Of the four Guardian Knights, you are the youngest, the calmest, and the most potential. The Speaker will talk about you from time to time. ”

The young man had pale yellow curly hair, pale light blue eyes, a tall, sunken nose bone characteristic of the Baltic Europa, and a very well-defined facial contour. He replied, "No, Dvorus is a potential guardian knight, and even if he loses his vitality and returns to his protoplasmic state, I can still feel his indomitable will, and he wants to come back alive and continue to fight for the red double-headed eagle, my lord." As long as you lend a hand, he will be able to cross that line. ”

"It is rumored that there is a disagreement between the four of you, why are you speaking for him?" the Deputy Speaker stared at the man next to him with red eyes like coals.

"For Dvoru is the Duke's favorite man, his son, his treasure. The look of humiliation in Belenko's eyes flashed, and he clenched his fists slightly.

The electric Bentley Yachène sedan turned off the road, drove onto a stone-paved tree-lined path, and arrived at a courtyard gate ten minutes later, on which was written in English, French and Chinese: St. Christopher's Abbey Ruins, a UNESCO Special Protection Reconstruction Project, open only to staff, illegal trespassers will be attacked without a notice by the American Black Pegasus Security Company and prosecuted in accordance with local French law.

Dozens of remote sensing devices hidden on the wall repeatedly scanned the car and the people in it, two metal gates slowly opened, the car drove into the yard, parked on the green lawn, the deputy speaker raised his foot and stepped out of the door, as soon as he stepped on the lawn, shadows appeared in the bright sun of the south of France, gently wrapping the deputy speaker.

The monastery is a simple-looking sixteenth-century stone building with four floors and more than twenty rooms, and the granite façade of the abbey is a shade of black-brown due to a fire in the early twentieth century, and ivy clings over the walls and hides the carved hardwood windows. The seven-storey French Renaissance tower, built in the style of the famous Château de Chenonceau on the Loire River, was originally designed as the new main building of the abbey, but the ascetics who lived there refused to move into the noble and elegant new building, an embarrassing situation that ended when the abbey of Saint-Christopher was completely abandoned four hundred years later. Today, the dormitories, dining halls, meeting rooms, and chapel of the Cross of Thorns of the Temple are still housed in the main building, and the ornate tower is used as a research room and weapons depot.

"Vice President...... Salute!" Forty-seven knights of the Cross led by Duke Sebastien de La Fontaine raised their right fists and struck their hearts and bowed to the Vice-Chancellor. The deputy speaker's eyes swept over these knights with solemn faces standing between the blue sky and the green grass, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart, these people in front of him were the most loyal believers of the Brotherhood, the most resolute executors and the last spiritual pillars, all of them were "children of God" created by Lucifer, and they swore to sacrifice for the red double-headed eagle at the moment of awakening. Behind the Duke stood three young men, and these three men, together with the Golden Lion Dvoru, constituted the most powerful "Guardian Knights" of the Cross, the most powerful sons of the gods, with the natural duty of eradicating dissidents and maintaining the prestige of the Brotherhood.

"Duke. Knights. The Deputy Speaker nodded to everyone, "I have limited time, take me to see Dvoru." ”

"Please come with me. The Duke led the way to the seven-story tower, followed by the Deputy Speaker and the three Guardian Knights. A few people enter the ornate lobby and take the elevator to the laboratory on the top floor, where they meet the long-awaited golden lion, Dvoru, who was destroyed in the Battle of Tokyo, Japan, in the center of the huge sterile room.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was him. The Deputy Speaker looked a little surprised.

Lying inside the transparent sphere was a glittering silver body, about the height of a twelve-year-old boy, with all hands and feet, and a face covered with a layer of silver honeycomb metal mesh, which looked like some kind of mysterious funerary object from ancient China, not the body of a warrior.

The Duke said: "The bell-ringers found him at the center of the explosion, he was not fatally injured, but only lifted the self-seal and exerted all his strength, causing his body and spirit to collapse, and collapse into the appearance of the protoplasm of the ability." The physiology and vital signs of this body could not be found in the careful examination, but I believe that Dvoru is still alive because the charge it carries is increasing over time, and it is a manifestation of the proliferation of the cells of the 'Child of God' that contain power, and if this self-protection can be lifted from within, it is believed that Dvoru's will will be awakened. With the lion's resurrection ability, he will definitely be able to stand up again. ”

"Where's the bell-ringer? I want to talk to him. The Deputy Speaker said.

"I'm sorry, he's been out of the field a few times this month, and the time balance is almost exhausted, and he can't leave the medium in a short time. The Duke replied, pointing to the north wall. Behind the glass wall was another room, where there was an identical transparent sphere, containing a hunchbacked, chicken-breasted, rickety, ugly skinny man, with countless tentacle flesh buds sticking out of his body, wriggling strangely in the liquid, and a dark purple liquid was constantly injected into the outside of the medium, and the whiskers that touched the liquid immediately decayed and decomposed, but new flesh buds immediately grew again. As if hearing someone talking about his name, the bell ringer opened his eyes, glanced around with a strange gaze, and then slowly closed his eyelids.

"That's right. The Deputy Speaker muttered, "How strong is the charge?"

Belenko pressed the button on the side, and a drop of electrolyte fell from the glass cover, "Crack!" The bright pink arc immediately exploded, burning everyone's eyes with pain, the liquid had already evaporated without a trace, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh ozone. "It's almost as good as Dworu's usual aptitude test. ...... No, maybe stronger. The youngest Guardian Knight said.

"What does the cardinal say?" asked the deputy speaker.

He was very saddened, after all, Dvoru was Lucifer's first successful modulator. The Duke sighed, "But after all, in the previous few cases of the collapse of the Son of God, no Son of God who had degenerated into the primordial essence could be restored again, and there was nothing Lucifer could do about it." But I think Dvorul's situation is different from those people, he still retains his fighting nature, and there must be a wisp of life hidden under this set of electrified armor, Deputy Chief, I believe ......"

The Deputy Speaker was silent for a moment this time, "Okay, I see. You all go out, everyone, and leave me alone with Dvoru for a while. ”

The Duke said no more, immediately bowed deeply, turned and strode out of the laboratory. The three Guardian Knights left in turn, locking the door to the laboratory. "Buzz ......" The spherical glass cover was raised, and the Deputy Speaker moved to the side of the silver shell, muttering to himself, "The story of the resurrection of the avenging angel is recorded in the Codex, is that a prophecy made to you, Dvoru?"

The withered hand stretched out of the shadow, emitting a crimson glow, and everything around it began to gradually become transparent, and as the palm approached the body, countless snow-bright arcs of lightning shone between the deputy speaker's fingertips and skin, but the withered hand itself began to loom, as if blending into the space. The lightning vanished, and the palm of the hand silently sank into the chest, piercing into the core of the protoplasm.

At this time, Gu Tie in the "world" suddenly hit a spirit, feeling that something bad had happened. He made a gesture of silence, trying to listen to what was unusual, but the hundreds of pink-hat dwarves around him were too noisy, and each of them drunkenly grabbed a small wine bottle and sang a strange song:

"Jonah, the master of the volcano, and Jonah, the master of the steam, if anyone dares to touch the Floresians, Baron Jonah of Ecbatana, beat him into a star in the sky, a star in the sky. ”

"Ahh

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately fell silent, and two hundred small sparkling eyes stared at the astrologer, and the elder with the longest beard said with tears in his eyes: "If Lord Jonah is going to end, then the feast is over, and let's go back to the furnace and continue to do hopeless labor, dwarves, after all, this is Lord Jonah's will......"

Sobbs rang out one after another, and the pink-hat dwarves swerved around, put their hands on their companions' shoulders, and staggered out the door. Gu Tie said with a black line on his face: "Okay, I'll play with you, continue to sing and drink bars!"

"I know Mistress Jonah is joking!" the hundred dwarves cheered in unison, raising their glasses again, playing the organ, and singing inexplicable hymns. Gu Tie couldn't help but pick up the small wine glass on the table and pour the whole glass of wine into his mouth. At this time, there was a slight chill behind him, he didn't look back, and whispered in surprise: "Who?"

"I, you've seen me. An ugly man with a hunched back laughed.