Chapter 349 Inheritance (Part 1)

Mayne stood at the top of the Babel Tower, looking at the silver-clad Hermes City through the window.

Since a large group of evil beasts attacked the New Holy City last time, the ice field has temporarily calmed down, and the snow has also weakened a lot. The city residents have a rare leisure.

These days are supposed to be a day worth celebrating, but Mayne still feels empty in his heart. In order to kill those terrifying giant hybrid evil beasts, a group of God's Punishment Army warriors rushed out of the city wall from the side door and confronted them head-on. In the end, nineteen people were injured and two died. After the limbs were cut off, the two giant beasts still lay on the ground and roared for a long time, and finally the guards on the city wall killed them with spears. However, compared to the loss of the God's Punishment Army, what frightened him from the bottom of his heart was the time node represented by the evil beasts.

After being silent for a long time, he let out a long sigh, sat back at the table, and wanted to open the scripture again and read it carefully again.

"Even if you smash it, the result won't change." Teveron just walked into the circular hall with two cups of hot drinks, and he pushed a cup in front of Mayne, "Your Majesty O'Brien hasn't promise to see you?"

"I have sent a request to the Privy Secret Area for the third time, but there is still no response," Mayne said anxiously, "I don't know what Your Majesty is busy with. At this critical moment—"

"Don't worry," Teflon interrupted him, "You have also said that the holy scriptures were written by the first pope, and there will inevitably be mistakes. After more than four hundred years, who can guarantee that everything is correct? is correct?

"However, this is different," the archbishop shook his head. "If the time is wrong, it will be a disaster for us! Now we have invested a lot of strength and energy in unifying the kingdom, in order to gather the power of the whole continent Go fight against the devil, but if the time is shortened by half, there is no way for us to accumulate so many God's Punishment Army after the war!"

"Quiet, Lord Mayne," the old bishop smiled, and he slowly sipped his hot drink. "The fact has already happened. The fangs of hell have appeared before us, and no one can change it. But there may be two reasons."

"what reason?"

"You take a sip before I talk," he stroked his beard.

Mayne picked up the cup, which looked like a cup of goat's milk. When he got close, a spicy scent rushed into his nose, "What's in it?"

"Winter Flower," Teflon cocked his lips, "Although you can't drink the dream water directly, it's still good to have some of this, at least it can help you relieve your tension, and it also has the effect of calming the nerves and helping you sleep."

Mayne drank the goat's milk in one gulp, and felt a burning sensation in his throat. Although the mellow goat's milk dilutes the stimulation of the winter flower juice, it is still a bit unacceptable for him who doesn't often drink this kind of drink. Coughing twice, he wiped his mouth, "Even if it's a glass of dreamland water, it won't make me fall asleep at this moment, can I say it now?"

"One possibility is that the Pope made a mistake. For an old man, there are often times when his head is dizzy and his memory is wrong. I have a deep understanding of this." Teflon shrugged.

"It's unlikely," Mayne said with a frown. "This is related to the layout and arrangement of the church, and even determines the fate of mankind. He must have written these contents carefully. What about the second point?"

"The second situation is that everything has changed due to some unknown circumstances."

The archbishop waited for a while, seeing that the other party did not intend to continue, he was surprised, "That's it?"

"That's it," he repeated.

"This... what kind of joke, everything has changed? For this reason, all our efforts will be in vain! Why can you lightly—"

"Master Mayne!" Teflon's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, "What are you asking for, a road that can definitely defeat the devil? Or do you think that only you want to guard Hermes and block the devil's footsteps?" Beyond the ice field?"

"..." Mayne was stunned.

"In every battle, everyone hopes to win, but so far, even against the Four Kingdoms, we have not always won every battle, let alone the devil from hell?" He said loudly, "You forget that His Majesty the Pope The teachings? There is not much difference between excessive demands and fear of the results. What you have to do is to accept the facts, and then step by step to the end—as for the results, we cannot control them.”

Fear...the result. Mayne was shocked. What he said was right. He was indeed afraid. He was afraid that he would become the pope and fail to stop the devil's footsteps. In the end, he would let mankind be buried in his own hands.

"I used to be like you," Teflon's voice suddenly dropped, "but Heather's death made me understand that the results are often unpredictable. The evil moon advances without warning, and we are still The city of Wolfheart was captured before the heavy snow fell, just as planned...but Heather died, and the way of fighting has changed. Even so, we still have to go on," he got up and let out a sigh of relief. Patting Mayne on the shoulder, he walked out of the hall, "So...whether it's five years or ten years, you have to go to the end unswervingly, not for the sure way to win, but for the Do your part, even if it turns out to be counterproductive.”

The hall door was closed, and Mayne looked at the empty cup in front of him, speechless for a while.

He had to admit that what the other party said made sense, but how could he not feel afraid when he really had to shoulder this responsibility?

Suddenly, a presiding judge walked in, "Lord Mayne, His Majesty the Pope wants to see you."

finally come!

He stood up immediately and said eagerly, "Take me to the secret area quickly."

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The secret area hidden deep in the bottom of the plateau is still cold and silent.

Walking into the hall of the Privy Palace, Mayne was slightly taken aback. There was no transformation ceremony arranged today, but all the candles in the hall were lit, and the dense firelight outlined an orange-yellow outline for the hall. The chandelier above the head is like a kingdom of gods gathered with stars.

His Majesty O'Brien was sitting on the throne, watching him quietly.

Mayne felt something was wrong. He suppressed the doubts in his heart, walked to the seat, knelt down with his hands on the ground, and lightly touched his forehead to the ground.

"Get up, child." The Pope's voice was very soft, and it was difficult to hear what he was saying without concentrating.

Mayne straightened up and saw the irrepressible oldness and fatigue on the other side's face, as if he hadn't rested for a long time. "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your body."

"No need," he smiled, deep wrinkles immediately covered his entire cheeks, "I'm going to die soon."

"Your Majesty, you will not—"

"No, listen to me, child." O'Brien interrupted the bishop with difficulty, "I know my physical condition, there is no doubt that my time is approaching." He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, "Today The purpose of calling you here is to pass on the Pope to you."

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