People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Andorn was the first. Ernst prepared questions for Zero, starting with the biggest stain on his life. 3%

Sure enough, when Ernst asked the question, Andorn did not react too strongly, but his smile froze slightly for a moment.

Clearly, the past event that this question refers to also holds a very important place in his heart.

"Mr. Ernst."

He took a deep breath, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"What I'm about to say concerns Lateran and Sarkaz, so please swear to keep this a secret."

Ernst nodded.

To be honest, Andorn's words had already earned him some points in Ernst's eyes.

He wouldn't have said such a thing when they first met. At that time, he was filled with a stubborn, martyr-like emotion, feeling that as long as the so-called "salvation" could be achieved, sacrificing himself, sacrificing Sarkaz, or even sacrificing the interests of the entire Sarkaz was insignificant.

If Ernst had asked him that question back then, he probably wouldn't have hesitated at all and would have answered directly, regardless of the profound impact the answer might have on Laterano if it were known to outsiders.

Now, at least he has grown up. He no longer uses so-called "higher goals" to cover up his escapism, and he understands that he should take responsibility for his actions and consider the consequences of his behavior.

Andorn was unaware of Ernst's thoughts; he only confirmed that Ernst had made a promise before speaking with a hint of melancholy.

It was a rainy night. The task force gathered around the campfire. The mission objective had been achieved, and Fiameta had been temporarily transferred to carry out an emergency mission. Only Remian, Mostima, and Andorn remained. They retrieved a pair of locks and keys that had been sealed away for a long time from a dungeon.

Remi'an was resting with her eyes closed, while Mostima was collecting wood. The lock and key were sealed in a safe and placed not far from Remi'an.

And Andorn, Andorn was thinking.

At that time, he was seeking redemption, seeking the reason why "the light of Lateran could not shine on Iberia", why "a good life could not be enjoyed by everyone", and why "only I, only Sarkaz, was special".

He was completely baffled, and even the best priest in Lateran couldn't answer his questions. In his distress, he turned his gaze to the gods.

This is not a difficult choice to understand.

Just as the Sherag people would pray to Jeragand when they encountered problems they couldn't solve, Lateran is also a country with a particularly strong religious atmosphere. In their environment, God exists and is omnipresent!

God created the Law, bestowing upon the Sarkaz aura and wings of light, enabling them to use the magical weapon, the gun, to protect themselves.

Since God exists, why not ask God?

Andorn's thinking is not wrong; the problem is that he lacks experience.

He went to the wrong temple and worshipped the wrong Buddha. The "god" he thought he was and the "god" who created the "law" were completely different things.

He had already misunderstood the matter when he turned his gaze to the behemoth.

The awakened [Time Sequence] felt his burning gaze and his earnest wish.

But what gives [time sequence] the right to respond?

[Time Sequence] is a complete lazybones. Among the behemoths, only Gawain, a non-behemoth player, can rival him in terms of slacking off. If it weren't for Jeragand's supervision and [Sami] keeping an eye on him, do you think he'd proactively help with anything? Keep dreaming!

He definitely hasn't read it and won't reply, no way!

So even though He noticed Andorn, He did nothing.

Until Andorn finally couldn't hold back any longer and launched a sneak attack.

We all know what happened next. Remium was seriously injured and fell into a coma for four days. Until today, Mostima drew her gun and shot Andorn, breaking the law and falling from grace. Andorn failed to take the fragment of the [Timeline], the staff with the lock and key.

But he actually had a chance.

He successfully launched a sneak attack and knocked down Remian. Mostima, having lost the ability to use the Guardian Gun due to her fall from grace, was no match for him. Fiameta wasn't even there, so no one could stop him!

He did indeed obtain the lock and key.

But he did not take the two staffs with him.

because--

"When I finally obtained those two staffs, I asked the god within them the question that had been troubling my heart all the time."

"The gods did not answer me."

"He merely glanced at me indifferently, and I could sense the disdain and surprise in his gaze."

He said: “The Sarkaz now look quite unique.”

Chapter 1006 The Third Star-Picking Project

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy. Andorn's expression was exceptionally serious, with deep furrows between his brows. He slowly revealed the truth he had learned from the behemoth, which he had kept hidden for so long. His gaze was fixed on Ernst's face, as if he were observing his reaction, or perhaps using this method to clear his mind and relieve the pressure in his heart.

As he finished speaking the last word, Andorn let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back slightly on the sofa. A look of relief involuntarily appeared on his face, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

“Mr. Ernst, I understand your surprise at this moment. When I heard the truth, I was no less surprised than you were.”

"After that, I tried many ways to seek proof."

"prove"

His voice gradually faded, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyes became somewhat unfocused.

What does it prove?

Prove that the Sarkaz and Sarkaz are indeed two completely different species? 4 or 3 proofs? The giant beast's vision is never wrong, and its conclusions are true.

He himself was somewhat confused. This was the beginning of his confusion and the beginning of his descent into extremes.

He remained silent for a long time, choosing to remain silent.

Sitting opposite him, Ernst felt somewhat uneasy.

Was the news Andorn made explosive?

This is explosive. From every perspective, once this news is released, it's enough to compete for the most explosive news in Terra this year. If King Ivangelista XI had known that Andorn knew about this, he probably wouldn't have been so lenient with Andorn in the first place. He would have sent a special task force to execute him before Andorn was even crowned a saint.

Lateran is capable of such a thing. When Ernst learned that Sarkaz was actually Sarkaz in the past, he wondered if no one else had discovered the truth from some clues over such a long period of time.

He searched for trending news about Laterano and actually found one.

It was a 50-year-old unsolved case. An archaeological team from the Victorian Empire discovered a peculiar saint statue in a shallow pit within the main Talgan mine. Its head was not that of a benevolent saint as we know it today; instead, a geometric shape resembling a Rubik's Cube replaced the skull. They attempted to transport it back to the Royal Museum in Londinium, but this archaeological transport team, carrying nothing but a stone, was completely robbed in the wilderness by unknown assailants. The entire team's vehicle was reduced to scrap metal by Originium explosives, and the members were all reduced to scattered Originium fragments. Most importantly, the saint statue vanished without a trace.

At first glance, this incident does seem to have nothing to do with Laterano, but from Ernst's perspective, by working backward from the result, it is not hard to imagine who was behind this incident that was ultimately blamed on the "Sarkaz mercenaries".

Lateran was never so virtuous and righteous. Once their very foundation was touched, even if it was the archaeological team of the Victorian Empire, which had just established its hegemony and was at its peak, they would actually have the guts to carry out a silencing operation!

However, the question is, was Ernst surprised?

The answer is no surprise.

He was digging his toes into the ground, almost digging them into a three-bedroom apartment.

He had considered that Andorn might give many reasons, but he never expected this one. Ironically, upon closer examination, this sentence might have little effect on an ordinary Sarkaz, but for Sarkaz, it was a silent, armor-piercing, and truly devastating attack—a direct armor-piercing kill!

[Chronology]: On how to break down someone's defenses with just one sentence? I am a lazy, monstrous dog who understands human nature!

The problem is, Ernst already knew about this!

China Telecom 3G is so fast!

Andorn spoke of this matter so seriously that it made him feel a little like, "You called everyone out just for this?"

After all that, this belated blame-sharing meeting has somehow ended up with the blame being shifted to [Time Sequence].

[Chronology] You've done quite a few bad things, haven't you!

First, there was the Blood Lord who tortured him to death by a thousand cuts, sacrificing his life and spine as a warp transport for the Sarkaz. Then there was Andorn who, in his idleness, blurted out the truth, causing Andorn's heart to shatter.

Do you have any other fragments? What if I run into some trouble in the future, and it all ends up back with you?

After muttering a few curses under his breath, Ernst composed himself, trying to appear serious, and exhaled as if he had just given it some thought:

"I see. It's unbelievable and shocking that such a thing could exist."

He picked up the paper cup on the table, which had begun to cool, took a sip of water, and shook his head in distress: [Five]

"It's unbelievable that Sarkaz and Sarkaz have this kind of connection."

Andorn quickly said:

"Mr. Ernst, please do not disclose this information to the public."

Ernst nodded:

"Of course, this news is of paramount importance, and the stakes involved are far beyond what I can fully comprehend on my own. Lateran has a million people, and I cannot possibly bear the weight of so many lives on my shoulders."

Andorn finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Does Mr. Ernst have any further questions?"

"Hmm, what are your thoughts on Federico and Arturo?"

Andorn stood up and paced around the room, as if this problem was even more difficult for him than the previous one, requiring him to spend more time and think it over carefully.

Ernst didn't urge him. He stood up, poured himself another glass of water, walked to the window of the lounge, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked out at the entire Terra, where only the unique "sacredness" and "order" of Laterano existed.

Andorn's footsteps echoed from left to right and then from right to left ten times before his voice finally broke the silence:

"Mr. Ernst."

"Although I, as a saint, should not make such a judgment about my colleagues, since you are willing to ask for my opinion, I will tell you the truth."

"In my opinion, the law's choice of them to become saints is biased."

Andorn's expression twisted slightly, as if he was hesitating about something, but seeing Ernst's curious gaze, he pursed his lips, afraid that Ernst would misunderstand his meaning, and gritted his teeth to make his words clearer.

“I think the law is wrong to do this. Those two people have no awareness of becoming saints, no sense of responsibility to match them, and they don’t even understand what this power means.”

"Personally, I think they are unworthy to be saints."

Ernst nodded, somewhat surprised.

This was the first time Ernst had ever seen a Sakotari V who could openly say that the law was wrong.

Even someone like the Pope only dares to mutter a few complaints about the choices made by the "law" in his heart, and then firmly implements these decisions that he cannot understand at all, because this is a cultural gene that the Sarkaz race has formed over thousands of years and is deeply rooted in their bones, just like the Chinese love to farm.

While Andorn did not directly answer Ernst's assessment of the two, his answer was undoubtedly more valuable because it was a form of disenchantment.

"I will take your opinion into consideration."

Ernst answered seriously.

Andorn was taken aback, somewhat not understanding what Ernst meant.

Will you consider my opinion? What do you want to do?

Aren't those two saints? Ernst Morales couldn't possibly be right. Although Ivangelist XI never publicly announced their identities, the selection of "saints" is ultimately decided by the "law," not the pope, and no one has the right to deny it. Killing "saints" within Lateran territory is tantamount to declaring war on Lateran!

"Mr. Ernst, you..."

Andorn was about to speak when a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

Ernst, I know you're in there!

"Guess what I got!"

Andorn paused, looking at Ernst with some surprise. Ernst, standing by the window, trembled and almost dropped the water glass in his hand.

Of course he recognized the voice.

She is one of the main characters of this World's Fair, and judging by the time, it is indeed time for her to arrive.

The woman in charge of the Third Star-Picking Project, the head of Rhine Lab, with the purest purpose, and therefore the most unpredictable logic in her actions—Christine Wright.

Chapter 1007 Answer me, Precyth!

Columbia, Trimont, Underground, Stasis Center.

Weather: Sunny, Wind speed: Level 2, Air quality: Excellent. 9:32a.msan《.

[The Preservator] Trevor Friston, in the empty stasis chamber, habitually wrote down today's log.

His body had become a colossal machine. Although he never believed that his humanity had changed, he had to admit that beautiful things like blue skies, sunshine, flowers, and clear lakes no longer belonged to him. He hadn't seen such a scene with his own eyes for a very, very long time—so long that even the remnants of civilization had been erased by time.

As the Preserver peruses his memories, which have begun to feel unfamiliar, he can't quite describe the feelings he has.

Nostalgia? Weariness? Or fear of information gaps?

Perhaps, it's more of a feeling of "powerlessness" and "loneliness".

Lacking friends and family to keep me company, everyone is busy with their own things. I can only stay alone in my room, flipping through my faded memories, reminiscing about a bygone era, and feeling both curious and worried about everything new and exciting in the outside world.

What's the difference between the "empty nest elderly" mentioned by "treasure hunters"?

Oh, perhaps there are some differences.

The camera of the "Preserver" scanned the thousands of "coffins" neatly arranged below.