Smith and Ptolemy looked calmly at the three bishops in front of them, and on the table in front of them were three tall bottles, each containing a strange creature, and still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What did they design?" Hugh Grant asked, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Yes, it took the same amount of time for all three," Smith replied, his eyes a little uneasy, "I think your plans should be reconsidered, those two children also have the potential to become apostles"

"You don't need to worry about this" Huang Zifang said quietly, his face always seemed to be wearing a mask, and he couldn't see what was going on in his heart, "Your mission has been completed, we will definitely fulfill the promises of the Edison family and the Tuolan family, it is enough to know this"

Ptolemy, still smiling at Christmas, seemed very pleased to hear this answer, and then Ai Ai asked:

"So can we sit on the sidelines and watch their assessments?"

"No," Hugh Grant replied without thinking, and then explained in a slightly soft tone: "You can't even stay in that place for a minute, I'm afraid it's not worth it to give up your life for a boring gamble, right?"

Smith was obviously a little disappointed when he heard this, he glared at Ptolemy fiercely, turned around and left, perhaps, two excellent biologists will never have a chance to fight each other in this life, and last night's cell challenge was obviously a draw.

"They're really good, they're really good," San Juan said, looking at the three things in the bottle, "I'm afraid our fears will come true."

"So you can't get all three, I don't want to be a sinner for the ages, each of them has the ability to create mutants, it's too dangerous" Hugh Grant looked at the three bottles worriedly, one of which had grown a fifth eye, staring at the three bishops, as if he was thinking about something,

"I have to destroy these three things quickly, I don't know what kind of monster it will become in two hours" Huang Zifang finished speaking, and couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, 500 kilometers outside the air isolation cover of Shangcheng, a glimmer of light flickered, as if a crack had been torn open in the violent wind of nuclear particles, and the air rippled abruptly, and then an oval-shaped aircraft appeared out of thin air, spun and rushed into the storm.

In the flying machine, Paul lay calmly in his liquid chamber, and after hearing the faint rustling sound like that of a colony of ants crossing the sand dunes, he sighed with disgust:

"God, I really hate this axis space, it's a red purgatory"

With his lamentation, the valve of the liquid chamber made a flopping sound of vented gas, and then the front lid slowly opened. Paul walked out energetically, after seven days of replenishment of nutrients, he had recovered to the appearance of about 40 years old, with a strong wheat-colored muscles and black sideburns and beard, but in fact, he himself was a little unable to remember how long he had lived, constantly shuttling through the axis space of different speed of time, constantly sleeping in the nutrition warehouse, making his actual age more and more vague.

Paul walked naked to the white bulkhead, and with a tap of his finger, a whole wall of mirrors immediately appeared, and he made various postures to the mirror, while looking at the various biological data displayed above the mirror, and couldn't help but say to himself in the mirror:

"It's good, the internal organs have recovered a lot, you old thing, you can hold on for a few more days"

Two men dressed in monk's robes silently walked into the cabin where Paul was, and one of them said mechanically:

"Sir, we have arrived in Uptown"

"Oh! get your clothes, tell the others to get ready, tell the old monsters that this might be their last time in the Sanhedrin, and let them all give me some spirits!"

"Yes! Marshal...... Oh no, sir," replied one of the monks, a little flustered, and then slipped away as fast as he could jump, and Paul looked helplessly at the other monk who slowly withdrew, and said to himself:

"It seems that the mechanical body is more reliable"

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At noon, when the sun was at its best, Leon and his party finally reached the top of the mountain, before that, he had never thought about what kind of existence this peak was included in the protective cover of the upper city, there were no buildings or people above 3,500 meters above sea level, even if in the air hood, the oxygen concentration here was not much different from the foot of the mountain, but people were still used to gathering below 3,000 meters above sea level, although it was already crowded and about to explode.

Now, climbing to the top of the 4,000-meter mountain and looking at the sight in front of him, Leon immediately understood another reason why it was uninhabited.

This cone-shaped peak is an ancient volcano, with a crater with a diameter of more than ten kilometers, there is no snow in the upper city, the constant climate control makes the entire peak full of lush shrubs, and 2000 meters below is densely covered with tall coniferous forests left over from the old era, but at this moment, the crater is a silvery white, reflecting an extremely dazzling light in the light of the noon sun.

Above the silver, a gray oval was slowly descending, and Leon realized that the smooth and smooth silver-white surface could only be polymeric metal, and here, it was clearly the tarmac of the Eye of God.

The three bishops and a hundred monks were in a regular fan-shape, all dressed in the most solemn ceremonial garments, and walked slowly towards the flying machine, and in the second row were Leon, Blackforehead, and Firebird, dressed in the same monk's robes as the others, but with a golden stripe on their chests. Although he didn't have any respect or fear for the archbishopric, Leon was still infected by this solemn scene, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

The elliptical aircraft stopped quietly in the center of the crater like a silkworm, and after getting closer, I realized that it was huge, with a length of nearly 50 meters, and a side diameter of ten meters, but the surface was hit by the high-speed collision of nuclear particles with countless concave points, so it seemed gray and abrupt without luster, however, the travel of the shaft space is the biggest loss, basically this sky-high shuttle is scrapped after two jumps.

When this group of people was still more than twenty meters away from the aircraft, they were blocked in a large shadow, and some white cubes floating in mid-air flew out from the side of the aircraft, quickly forming a suspended gangway.

Leon felt the air finally cool down in the shadows, and quietly observed the behemoth in front of him, with the small disputes that broke out from time to time between the three bishops in his mind, in fact, they were uneasy all the way through brainwave conversations, about the details of the new plan, about the members of the archbishopric this time, and Leon also heard a new word for the first time: the Grand Council.

From their conversation, Leon clearly felt that this ritual called the Ecumenical Council, the highest level meeting of the Eye of God, only when the most important decisions were discussed, they would make a motion, the Golden Apostle was indeed a very special existence for this organization beyond the universe.

After boarding the aircraft and sitting in the huge white council chamber, Leon became more aware of his importance, and he heard the shocking voices of the three bishops:

"Pope!"

"Paul?"

"Marshal ......"

At the end of the council chamber walked a dignified middle-aged man, his floor-sweeping robe more ornate than any noblewoman Leon had ever seen, purple brocade embroidered with golden flocculent patterns, heavy tassels floating with fine light and shadow on his shoulders, and a high pointed hat on his head, and the colored stones on it looked like children's glass toys, for they were so large and exaggerated, but Leon knew that as the papal tiara, those shiny glasses must be real gems.

After a brief shock, the three bishops immediately calmed down, and Huang Zifang turned his head and whispered to Leon:

"Don't use brainwaves in front of the Pope, don't ask random questions, don't look him in the eye, don't talk to other people in a low voice......"

"I think we're talking in a low voice right now," Leon interrupted Huang Zifang with a smile, while the bishop stared at Leon and continued:

"Don't offend him"

"As you wish," Leon nodded and smiled, as if he had put on a mask, and the other two bishops sat quietly, but Leon could clearly hear them let out a long breath.

In the middle of the chamber was a slender table, Pope Paul sat solemnly in the high-backed chair at the top of the table after he had set up a full shelf, Leon looked at him, and suddenly had the urge to laugh out loud, he remembered the exclamation in Huang Zifang's mind: Marshal. Then this Pope, who is so ** so pious, is very likely to be a soldier like himself, whether he is a marshal or a private, he is just a soldier.

While Leon was full of cranky thoughts and forced a wild laugh, the deacon bishop on the left hand side of the Pope spoke, and he reported the reason for the motion, and the long modifiers and extremely respectful chatter made Leon feel a little drowsy, and he had to remind himself to be secretly on guard, lest it was a hypnotic technique. Finally, the long-winded motion report was completed, and the summary was that the bishops of the upper city suggested that they had finally found a candidate for the Golden Apostle, and now they needed the Archbishopric to see if this guy was qualified, and in addition, they wanted to replenish some funds as a deposit for the deal with the money-hungry Golden Apostle.

Leon had a serious contempt in his heart for the old deacon bishop, and he said it for thirty minutes.

Pope Paul finally moved, and in Leon's senses, he seemed to have just woken up. Paul reached out and took Hugh Grant's memory of the past, which contained all the information about Lyons, all that the Eye of God could gather.

Paul looked at the blue characters on his memory with interest, and from time to time he looked up at Leon, who was twenty meters away from him, and Leon was always smiling, never lowering his eyes or avoiding Paul's scrutinizing gaze, believing that an offense did not mean that he could not make eye contact with the legendary man.

After a few minutes, Paul, with a very restrained and kind expression, said in a deep voice:

"I need to talk to him individually about his genetics and his friends' problems"

When Huang Zifang heard this, he only felt cold in his heart,

"Fuck, how did this old monster see it!"

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PS: How about replacing the protagonist with a black forehead...