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

The body is not sloppy, Mo Qi packed himself very clean, just put on a coat and a backpack to go out.

The coat was covered with a black robe, and Mo Qi blinked before remembering that it was delivered to him by an enforcer yesterday.

It is the dress used for the Holy Baptism.

He didn't care when it was delivered. It must fit in anyway. Looking at Mostima's suit, he knew that the taste of these Sakotas was not bad, and they definitely fit.

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The meeting place was Nengang's sister's house, and Mo Qi was a little earlier than the agreed time.

It was as if he had been waiting for him at the door. He had just pressed the doorbell and the door opened immediately. He was still dressed in home clothes, and his whole body exuded a soft temperament.

"Come in, Neng Angel is not at home today."

...Although I can understand what she meant, it doesn't sound right.

The elder sister led Mo Qi to the living room, and the atmosphere was silent until the elder sister put the tea and snacks on the table and sat on the small sofa opposite Mo Qi.

"That night, you asked me a question." My sister was the first to speak: "'What happened that year', right?"

Mo Qi was silent for a while: "You want to say now, why, didn't you say it was taboo at the time?"

"Because I didn't know you would become a saint." The elder sister's tone was sad, and she sighed: "A saint is a responsibility, and you will also face those. After the mass ceremony, I thought for a long time, and I struggled for a long time after making a decision. But if you become a saint, you will have to face these sooner or later, you are Aneng's friend, so I will give you a warning in advance and be mentally prepared."

Sister of the Angel of Neng, former member of [Hand of the Pope].

The Pope's Hand is a Lateran paramilitary organization between the Executor and the Pope's Knights.

They have the same authority as the executor, but they do not enforce the law like the executor.

The Pope's hand refers to those elites who assist other countries and foreign races on the border of Terra all the year round, or are directly ordered by the Pope to perform tasks on the land of Terra.

My sister used to be one of them, and so was Mostima, who had just become a saint. They all belonged to a team, an elite team.

"Our team ranked very high in the hands of the Pope, and we were in high spirits."

My sister handed out a photo album, Mo Qi opened it, and there were all kinds of people in group photos, in life attire and battle attire. At least everyone laughed happily in front of the camera. At the end, there was a group photo of the whole group, dozens of people. .

"A whole combat team with complete structure and complete equipment, after being urgently called to enter the ruins of the Holy Land, very few people survived... I don't even know who else survived except Mostima."

The elder sister covered her cheeks in pain. It had been several years, and the scabbed scars were torn open and still dripping with blood.

"Everyone was thrown down by monsters, pierced, dismembered, and turned into new monsters after tens of seconds - even an acute attack of ore disease should not occur so quickly, and it is impossible for people with ore disease to change. Like that!"

My sister felt that she would never forget her captain holding Mostima's gun on her head, begging Mostima to die as a Sakota before she was swallowed up.

She couldn't forget the scream when Mostima pulled the trigger and the dark horns that sprung from the scalp.

That was the last time she saw Mostima cry.

Mo Qi waited for her to calm down her emotions slowly.

After a while, my sister continued to say intermittently:

"I don't know anything after that. I was seriously injured and in a coma. Fortunately, I didn't get infected. I was rescued by Mostima. She didn't tell me that anyone else survived, nor did she tell me... How many people did she kill?"

After that time, Mostima left Rutland, and his sister ran after Mostima while he was in a coma. The once close comrades in arms ended up only contacting by letters. Whenever I think of my sister, I can only sigh. .

"We were not a special case of the accident back then. There were too many people who couldn't even say it. Those of us who were lucky enough to survive couldn't say a word about it. Fortunately, you are a saint. Otherwise, I will definitely be taken by the notary."

"Original stones in Holy Land Ruins... are different from ordinary ones, you must be careful, especially when entering the outbreak period, the danger of active source stones is several times higher than that of ordinary ones... These are all common sense. , you must know."

"The beauty of Rutland is supported by such a group of people fighting silently. I... I'm useless. Now I can't even hold a gun. I choose to tell you this today. After taking over this responsibility, you must pay attention, and you must not compare the Originium in the ruins with those in the outside world."

Taking a long breath, my sister even felt a little relieved. This matter has been in her heart since the moment she woke up, and finally she will be able to tell it to someone who can tell it one day...

"Wait a minute," Mo Qi interrupted her before she could finish her emotion: "You specifically mentioned the 'outbreak period'... Was it because you were recruited during the outbreak period back then?"

My sister was stunned by Mo Qi's question, then nodded and said, "...Yes, if it's normal, it can be handled by the Holy Land Ruins Management Committee. There is a long interval between outbreaks, that year. We happened to meet, and the last outbreak was more than ten years ago."

Mo Qi was silent for a while, but in the end he didn't tell her that maybe the next outbreak has come.

The state of Mostima and Raphael illustrates the urgency of the situation.

The outbreak period is just what they say to those who know only one layer of truth.

[This is an attempt by the sealed power to break the seal]

Anna's voice came just in time.

Sealed, but not completely sealed.

Unusual outbreak, just in time...?

Under the strange gaze of his sister, Mo Qi looked at his right arm.

The right wrist is rotated, and a black mark is hidden under the sleeve.

Shouldn't it be... because of this?

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Speaking of which, the new card pool cost 2w jade and 150 stones, just a nightingale...

Section 616 038. The last question before becoming a saint

No one can tell what will happen if the two parts that are sealed are too close together. After all, no one would want to try something at this level.

Try and die.

After returning to his room, Mo Qi carefully inspected the black straight sword-shaped mark on the inside of his arm. what changes.

It does not change, and refuses to change. It resists and rebounds all temptations. Mo Qi will no longer care about it over time, unless there is a way in the future, and come back to toss this gadget.

After pondering for a long time and found nothing unusual, Mo Qi put away the idea of ​​"whether the advance of the outbreak period was because the other party sensed the seal on his body".

Then, under the background of each party's own mind and purpose, time passes day by day.

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Rutland Plain, 300 kilometers away from the capital [Masdar]

He didn't listen to Mo Qi's words and stayed for a few more days, but hurried back to the empty string of Langdon Abbey after attending the mass. At this moment, he was driving with the Rhode Island team on the plains of Rutland.

Ahead is the capital of Rutland.

This was accompanied by the Rhode Island team at the special request of Kong Xian. Of course, Kelsey agreed to this matter.

The team leader fell in love with the feeling of instant messaging after just using it once. After all, it is still too much pressure to make decisions on your own, of course not referring to this time.

"I didn't expect it to be the holy baptism of a saint... It's the first time I've seen it since I grew up. I really don't know what a saint would be like..."

The Rhode Island operators who were in the same car looked at the excited empty strings and looked at each other.

That Mr. Mo gave a special reminder once, is it hard to guess who the new saint is?But then again, he's really awesome...

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Holy Site Ruins

The explosions and gunshots have been going on for an unknown time, as if they never stopped, after all, their opponents are tireless evil creatures.

"It's said to let me act on my own, but it's actually where I will support where it is difficult..." Mostima sighed and found that it was much more tiring than when he acted with the team before: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Is it? That's a disgusting statement."

[White Spoon] shone with a mysterious light, covering Mostima's body. With the effect of the spell, her speed suddenly increased several times, and the running action seemed to be played at double speed. A pair of long legs There was even an afterimage of the staggered movement of running forward.

This is not beautiful at all. Mostima pouted and rushed to the place where he just called for help after a while. Fortunately, he didn't collapse, just got into trouble.

Without further ado, the other staff [Black Lock] in his hand swiped forward vigorously, and the spell exploded among the evil creatures. In an instant, all the evil creatures [stopped], and one of them was just jumping Towards the fallen [Hand of the Pope] member, the twisted thorn was less than 10 centimeters away from that Sakota's body when it was stopped.

"What are you still doing, fight back! There's not much time."

Spells are not permanent. Everyone knows that after breaking free from the great terror between life and death, this team took advantage of the advantages that Mostima had won and immediately began to fight back, and quickly cleaned up the evil here. .

The movement is still agile, and the Pope's hand looks okay this time... Mostima wiped away the sweat from the loss of physical strength, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Is it tomorrow?

Just as Raphael said, she is the most time-conscious, and she is a warlock who masters and manipulates time. How could she remember wrongly what time is it?

"Notify all Rutland's troops, report the situation of the squad, replace the wounded, and replenish the combat power."

The communication device on his body suddenly sounded. This is a notification from the whole channel. Mostima raised his brows. According to Rutland's habit, if he issued this announcement...

"The reinforcements have arrived, the Pope's order has been conveyed, 'In the name of the Lord, give rest to the wicked', all squads, follow in the footsteps of the Pope's knights and advance the front."

Mostima's line of sight zoomed away, looking at the city that was clearly underground but still clearly visible.

It was finally time to counterattack.

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Rutland Cathedral

It's already late at night, and the Pope has been in his Apostolic Palace recently, either checking the information sent, or holding secret meetings with bishops, knights, presiding judges, and the secretary of state. Everything revolves around There is nothing more important than this recently.

Except tomorrow.

Even at night, without the light from the dome, the Rutland Cathedral still exudes sacredness, solemnity and solemnity.

The Pope was wearing his Pope's dress, and the pure white dress was very conspicuous in the cathedral. He stood here until tomorrow, until Mo Qi stood in front of him and became a saint.

Right now he is praying.

After a long time, the Pope slowly opened his eyes and looked at the huge Rutland emblem. His heart was a little complicated.

Is it correct to lead a person to take on responsibilities that do not belong to him, accept a memory that does not belong to him, and finally change him completely?

Obviously not.

But this is what Rutland needs.

He is Michael, the first angel to transfer consciousness and memory. He is the first to try and experience the feeling of completely occupying a body.

Even now that the ritual has been changed from [Occupation] to [Fusion], the nature of this matter has not changed in any way.

Every saint who is baptized, the day before baptism, the Pope will wait in the cathedral, just waiting for the saint to stand in front of her.