I am the former civilized hero.

Aponya was very happy, but also a little disappointed. Ryan didn't know what this woman was thinking. After a little hesitation, he said:

"Then you should go back first. Calculating the time, Qianjie is almost reaching his limit."

"You have something to do?"

"It's just some small things. You can't help me. Don't worry about me. Oh, remember to cook the meal. I'll be back to eat later."

Aponiya was a little hesitant at first, but after hearing the last sentence, she bowed with relief, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Ryan stopped her and asked suspiciously, "You are so straightforward, aren't you afraid that I will demolish the residence of the spokesperson of the Cross?"

The nun was slightly startled. She didn't expect Ryan's question to be so tricky. She soon chuckled.

“You are the real spokesperson for me.”

The nun left, leaving behind a graceful silhouette. Ryan looked at her for a long time before scratching his nose.

After being with the dead duck for a long time, he was not used to Abonya's straightforwardness. She didn't need to hide anything and just said "I need you" clearly.

Not bad, saves me from guessing.

Ryan also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Abonya did have faith, but it was very twisted, and what she believed in seemed to be on another level.

"At least it's not an ordinary charlatan. Otherwise, it would be a bit annoying if he makes a fuss."

Ryan didn't think about it too much. He looked around and saw that there were no cameras. He seemed to blend into the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Well, here come physicists exploring theology.

......

When Abonya walked out of the church, the evening sunlight cast a golden hue on her face. Not only ordinary believers, but even the nuns and priests passing by looked at her in surprise.

She seemed to have become a painting standing at the door of the church, making people feel that she had merged into St. George's Cathedral, with an impact even stronger than that of the Pope.

Because there was a bit of sacred fanaticism on that compassionate face, and those eyes swept across everyone with love, and finally stopped on the sunset glow.

Like these people, she once dreamed of making a pilgrimage here. However, after experiencing too many failed struggles, Abonya suddenly realized that such piety was meaningless and no matter how she prayed, her prayers would not be answered.

The Pope is fake, the scriptures are fake, and perhaps even God is fake. The only real things in the world are the devil and a cruel and stubborn fate. The feeling of having a premonition that someone will die but being unable to stop it no matter what is like a curse.

'Only God can change fate, and all humans can do is struggle. Just when I was becoming pessimistic, a true apostle came to me and made me realize that the future can really be changed.'

Aponia walked down the stairs, her full chest bouncing with every step. No one dared to cast lustful glances at such a beautiful scene. Instead, they all turned their heads away, as if looking at her any longer would be blasphemy.

Dang——dang——

The nun walked to the edge of the square and turned her head to see the giant bell swaying, the magnificent St. George's Cathedral dyed golden, white doves flying, and believers surging.

The picturesque scene was reflected in his azure eyes, but there was no trace of wonder in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ordinary building.

"Compared to you, it's just a bunch of stone houses with no miracles."

The tone of her voice was like a proverb, causing the others to be unable to hear clearly, but they racked their brains to listen to what she had just said. However, when they came to their senses, the nun had disappeared in the square.

Aponya didn't want to explore secrets or ask questions, she just wanted to open her eyes.

Let those stubborn images disappear in the hands of men.

Chapter 256 Sure enough, there is something underground!

"Who is that nun?"

As Aponya left, not only the believers were looking at her, but even the Pope cast an admiring glance at her.

From any angle, she is a pious and perfect nun, as if one can see the shadow of past saints in her.

The bishops looked at each other and quickly replied, "Your Majesty, they are not from the cathedral. They must be pilgrims from some monastery outside."

"In this dangerous era, you are still willing to come to the Holy City regardless of the risk. This shows your piety. You should send someone to visit and ask about your well-being. It would be best if you can stay in the Holy City."

"As commanded, Your Majesty."

No one was jealous. After all, Aponia looked so good. Sitting there, she was basically like a spokesperson. The Pope was also moved.

"The position has been vacant since the last chief nun passed away. If she is willing to take on this important task, she can also be included in the candidate pool."

"As ordered."

The Pope nodded with satisfaction. The chief nun is the mascot, and the most important thing about a mascot is its image. It can even be a mute. It’s just that the previous mascot died unexpectedly and the vacancy could not be filled yet.

"I didn't expect to meet the perfect candidate by chance today. It's really a blessing from God."

“Praise be to God Almighty.”

A group of people prayed on the stairs, leading thousands of believers to do the same thing. It took a few seconds before everything returned to normal.

"Your Majesty, do we still need to do today's work?" a bishop asked in a low voice.

"Of course, in this age full of demons, we should have swords in our hands."

“But there are not enough volunteers.”

"Then go look for more. In the Holy City, there are countless people who are willing to become the Sword of God. They have firm beliefs and can pass the test."

"Yes, we understand. Then you..."

"I won't participate. Fire Moth has something to do. I have to go to New York."

The bishops said no more. They knew that the church’s position in the Fire Moth was not just a financial backer, but could also transcend national boundaries and influence hundreds of millions of believers.

There must be a seat in the Fire-Chasing Council.

But the Pope thought more. He also looked at the same sunset and sighed slightly.

That person hasn't shown up yet, forcing him to take some risks.

......

"Why hasn't that old guy come back yet?"

Ryan hid in the shadow of the building behind the church. This area of ​​​​houses is the church's office and residential area, and it is still a historical monument that is hundreds of years old.

The defense had obviously been upgraded to several levels, with a large number of armed military and police standing guard everywhere, but they couldn't see Ryan right under their noses.

I wanted to wait for the Pope to come back and have a good talk with him, but I waited for several hours and didn't see him.

"Tsk, my intuition tells me that he must know a lot of things, but I didn't expect him to go to New York."

Ryan heard the conversation between several servants and shook his head with some regret.

The fact of going to New York is enough to prove that the Pope is indeed a member of the Fire Council. In the council, there are not many who are willing and able to set up secret laboratories, such as the pure-blood faction before and the faith faction now.

Then I'm too lazy to wait any longer.

Ryan stepped out of the shadows. After observing for a while, he almost knew where the entrance was. It was the garden in the center of the building.

Some priests were coming in and out, and the guards turned a blind eye. It didn't seem too secretive. They probably used several layers of disguise. After all, no normal person would associate superstition with science.

"It has nothing to do with the faith faction. The church's human experiments are a scandal, but others can find excuses, like Saint George, who was the earliest fusion warrior."

Ryan maintained his invisible state and passed through several checkpoints. In terms of sophistry and eloquence, who dared to compete with these charlatans? Besides, he had also captured two priests and interrogated them.

This is a secret research of the church. It seems that they want to create some kind of divine sword to start a holy war. All participants are voluntary, and there is absolutely no kidnapping of people or anything like that.

"If I were an ordinary fusion warrior, I wouldn't do anything to you except report you to my superiors, but I am very sensitive to secret research and other things now."

Ryan was skeptical. To him, it didn't matter even if the church really wanted to launch a holy war. All research should be coordinated by Mei. Aren't they wasting resources?

Besides, why are these charlatans doing research on the human body? Biology and physics are not taught in seminaries.

Ryan didn't bother to care about so much. Even if the church really had some relics of the previous civilization, it would be worthwhile to snatch them and give them to Mei.

He came to the center of the garden and saw a deep pit, like a drained lake, with a silvery metal gate on one side.

To be honest, I am a little uncomfortable seeing such a modern gate in a place full of historical sites.

"Triple electronic locks, biometric detectors, and iris unlocking. There are two doors ten meters apart. Even if you are invisible, you can't follow them in. The doors are more than one meter thick, so it takes some effort to cut them open."

His mouth was full of faith, but his body was very honest, which exceeded the standards of a Class A laboratory, but Ryan had no intention of becoming a thief.

The power of the wind dissipated, and a gentleman with ice-blue hair suddenly appeared in the center of the pit. He was wearing a slightly flashy purple-red suit and pulled out a silver short stick, which soon turned into an exquisite walking stick.

The people in the central monitoring room sat up straight immediately and looked at the screen in astonishment. How come there was an extra gentleman at the entrance in just the blink of an eye?

"Who is this?"

"I don't know, why did it suddenly appear?"

Before the guard could react, the gentleman walked to the door with an elegant step and pressed his left palm on the door. Then, the crystal ice layer spread out, and he poked with his palm -

Click.

The alloy door shattered like glass, and the intrusion alarm sounded.

"There's an intruder at the main entrance!"

"Quickly notify the Fire Moth garrison!"

As if waking up from a dream, the monitoring room quickly issued an early warning. They did not panic and carried out the drills as usual. At this time, a middle-aged man in a red robe and with a kind face walked in quickly.

"what happened?"

His robe was still a little disheveled, and he obviously looked like he had been awakened.

"Bishop Astu, there are intruders at the main gate. They have already penetrated the second gate, and the internal communications are suffering from electromagnetic interference and are all out of service!"

Front door? Intruder??

The bishop was a little confused. How could a thief rush in directly from the main gate? He subconsciously looked at the screen.

The elegant man was strolling in the passage. The dense barrage of sentry machine guns and laser cutters could not stop him at all. The shells and beams were bounced off by the ice, and soon he himself was frozen.

It was very powerful, and exuded a kind of elegance. The terrifying freezing ability was not something that humans could unleash. As the bishop watched, he suddenly shuddered all over.

"God's Apostle!?"

What Apostle of God? Doesn't this look more like a fusion warrior of Fire Moth?

"Your Excellency the Bishop, should we meet the enemy head-on?"

Astu's expression changed drastically. According to the information he received, didn't the Fifth Herrscher fall? How come he suddenly appeared here?

As an insider, this was all the information he knew, but unfortunately the communications were interfered with and he could not contact His Holiness the Pope.

What should I do? What is going on? Why would divine punishment come here?