"You ......"

Moxiso ruthlessly interrupted Morgan's words of surprise, "He told me very vaguely after looking at it that what was about to happen in Orin had a good chance of making it to the first series of newspapers. The Voyeur's black cat tabloid is never released on a fixed date, and his newspaper only publishes a detailed newspaper for the record after the incident. ”

"In other words, something big will happen in Olympian ......"

Moxiso nodded, "The last time the first series of black cat tabloids was released was the death of Hannah's wreckage not long ago. Morgan, you need to understand one thing, God, or having been a god, is the hard threshold to get on the first series of newspapers. ”

Morgan's pupils widened suddenly, and horror gradually crept across his face, "What do you mean......?"

"Yes, in the not-too-distant future, Orin will descend on a god or former god. And if the incarnation of the voyeur can wait deliberately, then it means that this matter is also worth observing with his own eyes in the eyes of the voyeur. Moxiso's voice was slightly cold.

"Voyeur ......," Morgan said with some rustiness, "didn't he say anything else?" ”

"His power is to record and disseminate, and subject to the causes of power, he can only record events after they have occurred, not prevent them from happening. Including interfering at the information level, or saying that He could do it, but Orin did not deserve to make Him pay such a heavy price. ”

"Is it too late for me to resign?" Morgan smiled wryly, "How many are these?" Is Orin so appealing to God? ”

Moxiso got up and pressed a few hidden buttons, after the triple authentication was passed, the chief's office was already isolated by some kind of spell that should not appear in the precision gear, looking at Morgan's gradually nervous expression, Moxiso reached out and gently took off his mask.

A handsome face was slowly exposed to the air from under the mask, those bright red eyes and pale lips made this face that could charm thousands of girls a little more demonic, Moxiso opened his mouth slightly, revealing the two fangs hidden under his lips, "Introduce yourself, Blood, Moxiso." ”

"This ......" Morgan looked at the strange guy in front of him with some dementia, and forcibly suppressed the professional urge to pull out a gun and empty the magazine at that handsome face, "Are you really a demon?" ”

"Huh, Morgan, after so many years in the Inquisition, you should know exactly what the nature of the so-called demons is. You humans have always liked to call a race stronger than you monsters. ”

"I don't think we should quarrel over this kind of thing." Morgan lit a cigarette, "Even the true face is revealed, what do you want to say." ”

"This is to make what I'm going to say more persuasively." Moxiso shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of a cold beer from the refrigerator next to him.

"But then again, you calmed down so quickly. It was unexpected. ”

Morgan flicked the ash of his cigarette, "Moxiso, I'm a normal-thinking old fellow, and there are some things I can still anticipate, at least just because you don't show signs of getting old. It's just the blood clan, but it's a little unexpected. ”

Moxiso bowed his head, "There's going to be a dinner party to attend later, so let's make a long story short." The gods' attention to Orin has never stopped, but due to the existence of bubble defenses left behind by lost civilizations, their power cannot enter the Orin plane. In other words, if they want to break through the bubble defenses, they must pay a terrible price. ”

"That night of chewing...... Morgan suddenly remembered what Mosisot had said to him in that strange room on the afternoon of Fran's first test-drive: "The most innocent of the night were you inquisitors, and the second innocent might be the rejoicers."

"Yes, the appearance of the night of chewing was not the intention of the rejoicer, and because of that night the rejoicer lost a divinity that was small to him, but very great to the mortal. And this was the result of him perceiving the loss of his own power and forcibly interrupting the ritual in the Orin plane. ”

"But you say...... That kid, Fran ......"

Moxisol waved his hand and motioned for Morgan to listen to him, "The lost divinity of the rejoicer is from his source, which means that after that night, the rejoicer was very badly wounded. As for catching evil gods? In a sense, the evil god was indeed captured...... part. As for Fran, I can't find out where he came from. But in the last moments of that night, it was indeed he who attracted the attention of the rejoicers, and it was indeed he who attracted the rejoicers. ”

The cigarette in his finger went out as soon as it became clear, and the ash like ashes gradually fell, and Morgan's already old figure became a little more embarrassed, and his dry voice sounded, "What about the Prometheus Project?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you because of the precepts." Moxiso raised his right wrist, and between the incantations, an ancient mark emerged, the mark of the God of Contract, whose name is no longer known, but the remaining magic is still the most effective of the many secrecy techniques.

Morgan, who is the director of the Inquisition, is also aware of this.

He wiped his face and pretended to be relaxed, "What else?" That's not all......"

Moxiso was silent, looked at Morgan's increasingly determined gaze, and continued to speak, "The once lost civilization of the Orin Plane is not as simple as it seems, they have touched the technology of blasphemy, some forbidden technology that carries the power of the gods in the form of mortals. This caused the gods to focus on this small plane, with Hannah the rotten giant being the most radical. After a certain contact, He led the kingdom of God directly to the former Orin. However, due to the use of certain weapons of a regular nature, Hannah was severely damaged and had to sleep. It then fell for unknown reasons. ”

"The remains of Hannah's back hand were recently awakened by the Dead Believer, and later killed by Fran in a mad ride, and in subsequent analysis, I found that Hannah's body was only the necessary divinity to sustain existence, and there was no other power at all. In other words, someone took Hannah's divinity long ago, combined with the posture seal that appeared next to His Majesty, as well as the state religion and Valhalla that suddenly appeared......"

"Do you think this is His Majesty's handiwork? But why is he? ”

Moxiso was silent, and after a moment, he replied with an inexplicable remark, "What living beings fear most." ”

Ignoring Morgan's doubts, Moxiso continued, "After the defeat of Hannah the rotten giant, the gods noticed that the lost civilization seemed to be losing control, and then the coalition forces were on their way to the Orin plane. That lost civilization disappeared overnight, leaving behind a dazzling legacy waiting to be accepted by future generations. For some reason, the gods did not destroy those forbidden technologies, but only took some of them away, leaving the rest to the dust of time. After an unknown amount of time, a town mayor inadvertently opened the dusty tomb of civilization. ”

"This ......"

"The purpose of telling you this is to let you know how complicated the situation in Orin is at the moment, according to some recent situations, this is no longer something that you can mix with as an ordinary person, as a friend, I want you to get out of here. Don't be in such a hurry to answer, go back and think about it. Moxiso patted Morgan on the shoulder, "I know you have some remorse for your companion who died on the night of chewing, but Morgan, I want you to know one thing, mortals are powerless to resist before the gods. ”

Morgan, who had faced the gods twice, knew that the words in Moxiso's mouth were not false, and at this time, he had lost the sharpness to take revenge earlier, and after really facing the coercion of the gods, or just seeing the eyes of the gods, he already knew something, how could a mortal body fight the gods?

"Again, I want you to live. Think about it......" Moxiso pulled out a can of beer and put it in front of Morgan, Morgan's eyes were red, he didn't look at it, and poured it directly into his mouth, the pale yellow liquor slid down his chin, dripping on the staggered double swords, as if choking on the ale, he suddenly coughed violently, and in the cough that seemed to cough out the air in his lungs, Morgan's expression slowly calmed down. The cough died down, and the old man seemed to have his spine drained, his back leaning back against the soft back of the sofa, his eyes red.

"I'm not leaving, I'm leaving, what are the little ones going to do?"

Moxiso didn't persuade him again, knowing that the little ones in Morgan's mouth were referring to the orphans of his comrades, most of whom had already taken their parents' place and entered the Inquisition. There are also some in a corner of Olin City, living a well-fed and warm life. For more than a decade, Morgan always remembered what he had promised the old commissioner, and he had always taken excellent care of those little ones, even if it had offended more than one wave of people.

"That'...... My friend, would you mind having a big fight with me? ”

Moxiso nodded, acknowledging Morgan's actions, and his calm face could not tell whether he approved of Morgan's choice.

"Damn, I regret it a little as soon as you say this, am I in a hurry now?"

Moxiso shrugged, "It's too late, when you choose one door, the other door is permanently closed." I don't have golden eyes, so I can't open the door for you again. ”

Morgan was a little self-defeating, feeling as if he was on some terrible thief ship, "Okay, okay, okay, you say, why are you crazy?" ”

After a few clicks on the holographic screen, Moxiso said, "There's going to be a banquet later, you come with me." Now go out to the 37 department and they are preparing a dress for you. ”

"What kind of banquet?" Morgan got up.

"Fran's feast of bliss, let's go meet the rejoicers."

Morgan sat back down with his legs limp......