It Won't Hurt to Scrape Again when It's All over to Terra.

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Ecstasy, joy, sigh, confusion, depression, lament... Obviously there is no ups and downs in the voice, but Mo Qi can feel such emotions.

These people are looking at him and not looking at him.

He didn't understand the joys and sorrows between people, and he didn't understand why these people would do this just by seeing a mark.

"Let them make a fuss for a while."

The Pope patted Mo Qi's shoulder lightly, looked at the angels who were dressed the same but with different postures, and sighed: "Since they entered here, they have never been so energetic."

Mo Qi was also looking at them and asked softly, "Why are they like this? I mean they stayed in this place like this."

The Pope's voice was also low: "They are all respectable warriors, and here is their final destination."

Just like the infected people always have to go to the treatment room at the end of their lives, for these angels, who can no longer fight but have not lost their lives, they choose to leave everything that can be left to other compatriots, and then He will come here, sleep in the column, quietly waiting for the fire in his chest to go out, and quietly waiting for the halo above his head to no longer light up.

Mo Qi gently stroked the mark on his arm: "This is the tomb... Do you want them to feel this again at the end of their lives?"

"This is part of the reason. Since the era is broken, especially after we have completely wiped out the demons and forced back the alien race, the Lord's eyes no longer turn to this place. What supports us is our faith and the expectation of waiting. , Young people are always full of hope, but many of these warriors from ancient times are lost in a daze, and in front of you is the joy of facing the lost and found."

"Then another part of the reason... They are still the gods who are waiting for Sakota. We will fight side by side with the warriors who are fighting. They have lost their strength but the flames in their chests are still burning. They are willing to replace the council and agree to some decisions."

The Pope took a step forward, level with Mo Qi.

He said loudly: "My compatriots, the revelation left by the Lord has been fulfilled, and people with the power and eyes of the Lord are standing in front of us. We should start the parliamentary resolution, which is a matter that was decided from the beginning. ."

All the columns fell silent and looked at the Pope.

"About—the Baptism of the New Saints."

Among the pillars, their eyes flickered, they were silent, and they were communicating in a form that carbon-based life could not understand.

Finally, all the blinking eyes stopped at a certain moment.

One column after another dimmed, the flames died down, and the halo disappeared.

Only the last one was left, which was the first column that communicated with them at the very beginning.

The angel's eyes were neither sad nor happy, but there was joy and recognition.

[Parliamentary vote - passed]

Section 602 025. The unexpected person

The light from the dome of the cathedral sprinkled on Mo Qi's face.

The underground space without the sky seemed to devour time. Mo Qi felt that he had been in it for several hours, but when he looked at the sky through the dome, he realized that it was still afternoon.

Maybe it's because the amount of information about the things you see and hear below is too much?

After listening to a lot of ancient secrets, I know the core secrets of Rutland, their origins, their shackles, the predicaments they face... And now I want to become a saint of Rutland?

This is indeed the first time in Rutland's history that they will choose a race other than Sakota to become a saint, and you don't have to think about it to know that the pressure on Mo Qi or the Pope is not small.

But in the end, although Mo Qi still had some concerns and hesitations, he still agreed to them under various guarantees from the Pope.

The hopes and desires from those angels are really too heavy. To be honest, Mo Qi feels a little bit kidnapped by morality. Of course, the promise to them is definitely not because the Pope promised not to interfere with his various actions and not burden him. It's not like the Pope promised more money for guns...

But because of the so-called Holy Baptism, the Lord will be able to face the Lord of Lateran, the Lord will baptize, the Lord will give the name, and the baptized will be born again.

These are nothing at all, but this sentence has another meaning in Mo Qi's ears.

Maybe this is an opportunity to talk to [Tera]!

The Terra people call the land under their feet "Tera", but the continent of Terra is not the whole of [Tera]. He is the bearer of everything, and the first person to call the land under their feet "Tera" , in the end why the name was said involuntarily, it is better not to delve into the reasons.

This kind of existence is an important help for Mo Qi to go smoothly along the way. The world is helping you, and the salted fish can take off, but [Tera] never communicates with Mo Qi in person, and it is always conveyed by Anna. , Mo Qi has a lot of questions that he wants to ask, but because [Tera] didn't tell Anna, he can't get the answer.

Therefore, accepting the Holy Baptism is not to become a saint of Rutland with gratitude, but to want the opportunity to communicate with [Tera].

Holy baptism...

Mo Qi looked at the huge Rutland emblem on the wall behind him. The emblem exuded a faint white halo. It was quiet, peaceful, solemn, solemn, and pious. Just looking at it could calm him down.

He will be baptized here in a few days, and every saint has gone out from here, under the gaze of angels, inheriting the power of Rutland.

Well, under the gaze of the angels, the Pope told Mo Qi when he came back that although the angels in the underground sanctuary are on the verge of death, they still have the power to decide where their consciousness goes. Look down on any statue of an angel, because there may actually be an angel watching everything in Rutland through the statue.

The little girl in the square didn't lie to him, the people on the corridor were really angels.

Being able to perceive the existence of angels from a young age, according to the Pope, these children are little fellows with considerable aptitude, and perhaps the next generation of saints will appear among them.

The Pope remained below, as if he still had something to say and wanted to finish before the old friend went back to sleep.

Go back today, shall we?

Mo Qi thought like this and asked Raphael, there must be a place for him to sleep, and he was not in a good mood after coming up.

- [You have inherited the power of the Lord, the will of the Lord... Can you tell us?Why did the Lord leave us?Is it because we... failed?Is it because we're... useless? ]

...don't ask me that kind of question.

This was the question that the angel, the angel who hadn't slept in the last, on behalf of his race, said to Mo Qi before Mo Qi left.

He can't answer, he can't give an answer.

When the angel asked this question, they were very careful. They were supposed to be decisive warriors. They have fought so far, and when they are about to die, they will leave everything they can use to their compatriots who can stand up. Their battles even It hasn't stopped so far, and that's the meaning of Masdar's staying here.

But the angel at that time spoke like a child who looked ahead and looked back.

The Pope said that this was once a sturdy man in heavy armor who could raise an assault rifle with one hand and shoot steadily, and hold a sword in the other hand to smash all incoming enemies.

How can I ask a question, the voice is a trembling macho.

But Mo Qi couldn't laugh, and he didn't give him an answer in the end.

Let's ask it later, shall we?

"Ugh……"

Mo Qi couldn't help but sigh, and then a chuckle came from behind him.

"Why do you sigh as soon as you come up? Is there so much depression down there?"

It wasn't Raphael or Michael, but the voice was so familiar, Mo Qi couldn't help turning around and saw pure blue hair that was over his shoulders.

"Mostima?"

The unexpected person, the fallen angel that Mo Qi only knew - of course, there are not many fallen angels. Mostima stood under the altar and looked at him with a smile.

"It's a coincidence that you are also in Rutland..." Mo Qi looked up and down at Mostima's attire: "It doesn't look like the attire when you just came back from going out, Rutland's special clothing?"

Mostima patted the skirt: "The priest's dress, isn't it good?"

The black dress, white robe, and a little gold embellishment make this dress look solemn and elegant, which is very suitable for Mostima's temperament. Even if she is a fallen angel, she can still feel the sense of holiness that radiates through her body.

Her staff bundle and back are not stored by equipment such as straps. The staff floats directly on the back, slowly and slightly floating up and down.

Mo Qi couldn't help but nodded: "It suits you very well... Rutland will also have such a solemn and fashionable dress. It doesn't look like it's all rigid and old-fashioned."

The clothing styles of the purple-clad bishop and the Pope that I saw before are much different from the current Mostima, and there is no doubt that Mostima is more attractive.

"It's not bad, but it's a pity that you can't wear it casually. Every time you put on such a suit, you always have to do some troublesome things..." Mostima's face was still tired, and even the smile she had always maintained was brought on. So a hint of helplessness: "Why did you come up alone?"

Mo Qi shrugged and said, "The Pope wants to chat with his old friend."

He didn't hide it either. Mo Qi didn't think that it was the negligence of the outside vigilance that Mostima could get so close here. She must have the corresponding authority, and the only understanding was that she was also an insider.

"Ah—" Mostima understood: "It's normal, people will always be sentimental after living too long, what about you? It's impossible to bemoan what to eat at night and where to sleep, right?"

"What if I say yes?"

"Then you are lucky. My work has come to an end. I can accompany you for a while, for example, invite me to dinner."

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--- Author's Word---

When will Xiao Mo's skin be re-engraved? !I regret not buying it in the first place

Section 603 026. A leisurely afternoon

In terms of personality alone, Mostima is the same as Raphael and Michael.

Oh, Michael is still close, but that's also the default saint candidate, isn't it?

But only the fallen angel in front of him could come to this position under the Pope's order. Mo Qi could see the positions of Raphael and Michael, who were still on the second-floor balcony in the distance just now...

"Are they two?" Following Mo Qi's gaze, Mostima looked back at the second-floor location: "Have already gone back, when you are going to go down, they can't stay here any longer. , it should be Talia who came forward and drove the cardinals outside home and then they went back themselves."

Mo Qi asked: "Raphael is also a saint. Does she understand what's down here and can't stay here?"

Mostima spread out her hands and said with a smile, "But she is a fallen angel. Even to avoid suspicion, she can't stay here for too long."

Mo Qi pointed to the horn on the fallen angel's head and reminded, "You are also a fallen angel."

As a result, Mostima raised his brows proudly: "But I'm also a core member of the Holy Land Ruins Management Committee. My weight is a little bit heavier than Senior Raphael~"

I didn't expect that Mostima had such an identity, Mo Qi was a little surprised, and the "job" she just said... Mo Qi took a serious look at the dress she was wearing once again.

Mostima has very few friends, and even the angels are rarely able to talk to her - this is also inseparable from the fact that she is always running around the world, but even in the penguin logistics, except for the angels In addition, the relationship between other people and Mostima basically ends above colleagues and below friends.

If you rank them according to the depth of their relationship, the Angels are the first, the rest of the Texas team is behind the Angels, and Mo Qi is a little behind the Texas team.

Unfamiliar, really unfamiliar.

No one knows what Mostima is doing outside. Anyway, they know that her performance is not bad, and her life is not bad. The time to come back is very short, most of the time is taken up by the angels, and the rest is It's all day-to-day communication with them.

Members of the Holy Land Ruins Management Committee, it looks like they are dealing with a rather troublesome matter.

"How is it?" Mostima looked at Mo Qi and asked again: "I can see that you have a lot of doubts, let's find a place to rest, I will tell you a story, how about ?"

Mo Qi nodded and said, "Your attitude has changed so much... Is it okay to just leave? Are you here to find the Pope?"