Let the whole universe drop SAN together

The morning of the celebration day.

Several white pigeons that have been carefully bred so far were released from the cage, cooing and landed on the steeple of the church with their chests stretched out, their white feathers shining brightly in the sun, showing a bit of sacredness.

Several warships floating in the atmosphere are covered with colorful ribbons, covering up the fierce and cold atmosphere of war, quietly decorated with festive colors, colorful banners hanging below, and several hot air balloons swaying from side to side by the wind Stand shoulder to shoulder.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in the square in front of Ma'anbao, with hair of different colors connected together, looking like a rough fruit plate or a rainbow cake from a height.And in the middle of this 'dessert' is a white high platform with a diameter of 25 meters, about to the shoulder position of an adult, with nothing above it, only the Holy See logo and the Federal National Emblem are engraved at the center of the earth.

The two majestic and towering buildings, the church and Ma'anburg, are usually not close to each other, but now they seem to stand side by side, shining brightly under the blue sky and white clouds.In the focus of countless cameras, the Consul Sabrina Guevilla stood on a high platform, with a microphone pinned to her skirt, her quiet and elegant voice clearly spread in all directions, reciting the prepared speech.

Behind her, Antonio stood solemnly, with a respectful expression, his straight back like a javelin.

One of the key topics of Sabrina's speech today was telling the whole story of the truce with the Zerg.

Her expression was mournful, as if mourning: "...What is the border war like? Before I saw it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a large-scale fight, but there is no battle that would kill so many people. Nothing deserves the unfortunate sacrifice of those venerable warriors..."

"...Those broken heads, jelly-like silted blood clots, brains flowing on the black soil, tragic corpses that people living in peaceful areas can't imagine, that's war."

"We have built churches, hospitals and relief centers. These are places where the soul can find a moment of peace and a place where life can be experienced for a short time. I saw that the light of the holy emblem of the Holy See has never stopped shining on the soil under my feet. They stand on the indigo roofs, and the white blackbirds and sparrows fly over the Yarplay port and the Doyasu River...their shrill cries are a scene of doom and wretchedness beneath their feet."

Light clouds like winding flower ribbons floated in the blue sky, but the crowds of people in the square were silent, and only Sabrina's pained words echoed.

Gradually, it seemed that someone was moved by empathy and made a sobbing sound.

Antonio was still standing behind the consul, with his head slightly lowered, as if in silence.

Suddenly there was an indistinct sneer from below, and a woman who looked either rich or expensive turned her head and said to the people around her, "Antonio still pretends to be like that, doesn't he?"

"...He is one of the people who do not want a truce. I heard that in order to prevent accidents, the consul will not allow him to be present when negotiating with the Zerg..."

The murmurs stopped soon, and the crowd remained peaceful on the surface.

An hour later, Sabrina Guevilla finished her mission, walked down the white stone platform calmly, turned off the microphone, and gave the seat to the Holy See.

The Pope has never appeared in front of the public in recent years, even though there have been rumors that he was dying of a terminal illness and died soon.This time, the speaker who replaced him was an amiable old man who seemed to have stepped out of an oil painting. He was wearing a complicated golden-red robe with a badge pinned to his chest, and he held a silver handle carved with ornate patterns in his hand. The scepter, said a few words kindly, and then, ignoring the different expressions in the eyes below, held Agnes Joyce's hand and handed over the power of speech to her.

Erica, who was sitting in the front row, cheered up immediately, carefully observed Annie's expression, and found that she looked a little tighter than usual, but her face might have been made up, so I couldn't tell if she couldn't sleep because of nervousness last night. sleep well.

Annie, who has long red hair like a lion's mane, also saw Erica in the audience, and secretly smiled at her unobtrusively between speeches.

Erica felt that she had been scrutinized a lot from the very beginning, but she sat calmly in her seat and ignored any of them.

Compared to the unimaginable event of pagans participating in a grand ceremony jointly organized by the Holy See and the Federation... so what if they are just looked at twice?

Her thoughts drifted a little far away, and she remembered the time when she was at Garcia's home a few days ago.

"You really let her go?" Hugo asked Azathoth in surprise, "This is no longer a provocation, is this a blatant declaration of war?"

Thinking of this, the bionic man immediately became excited, and asked: "Is the war going to start? When? Can I go with you?"

It still hasn't given up on its villainous goal of subverting human domination.

"No." Azathoth said lazily, "I will pay attention to Erica at that time, and she will not be in danger if she goes."

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Erica was so moved, the little girl sniffed, if it weren't for the identity of the patriarch of Azathoth, she might rush up to give him a hug...Of course I'm just thinking about it now.

Igor asked: "Do you want to go?"

He obviously asked about Azathoth, and the others were getting used to the occasional demeanor of these two.

Azathoth hesitated for a moment: "Are you interested...? Can't you watch the live broadcast at home?"

The two selves in his mind began to fight immediately, one wanted to say to Igor, "Go and go", the other frantically shook his head and weakly resisted "It's better to stay at home"...

Even if Igor didn't know his struggle, he knew that he would definitely not want to go to crowded places.

The humans laughed: "It's not that I haven't participated in what I'm going to do. In fact, the scene looks lively, but it's actually very boring."

Then he changed the subject: "However, it's good for Erica to learn more and encourage friends."

Wendy watched this scene with her knees hugged, her small face showing envy.

Azathoth: "We can take advantage of this time to go shopping. People are watching the live broadcast at home, and there will be no one in the store."

"What do you want to buy?"

"Wendy is missing two pieces of clothing." Azathoth said.He saw that Wendy had been wearing the same dress for the past two days, probably not as well as when he was imprisoned in Viscount Joyce's old house.

Wendy immediately opened her eyes wide, thanking her while being startled, never thinking that Azathoth would still remember to buy clothes for her in his busy schedule (?).She did not know how many times she felt in her heart that her brother's charm was boundless, even if she couldn't believe in the kindness of an evil god, she would truly experience His love for Wu and Wu's broad mind, and she couldn't say any doubts immediately.

Confidante...ah no, blue face is a disaster.Although he was his elder brother, the fall of the evil god was so easy and simple...

It's all because of Azathoth's status as the devil king who is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. A little bit of kindness from him can make people think about [-] words behind the scenes.

"But Wendy can't go." Azathoth added, "She's too obvious."

Whether it's gray hair, dark skin or golden eyes, there's nothing to hide from the cameras all over the city. Although Hugo can handle this matter, there's no need to go to war to buy two clothes.

Wendy nodded obediently, not daring to say a word.

It was Igor who looked at her apologetically, for the painful past and the lingering effects of what she had suffered.

Wendy gently tugged on her brother's finger, signaling that she didn't care.

So when Erica sat in the open-air square and listened to the speeches of those leaders, Azathoth and Igor were shopping around... a little bit envious, the little cultist thought.If she didn't want to witness Anne's speech with her own eyes, she would definitely not agree to the invitation of the Holy See.

But she didn't want to disappoint Anne either.

If it was herself, she would definitely hope that her only friend could be present at such an important moment.

Thinking of this, Erica restrained her thoughts, her green eyes fixed on the speaker on the stage seriously and did not move.

——The accident happened at this moment.

A loud explosion-like sound was heard over the square, and people looked up in panic, only to find that one of the warships with banners was blown open at the tail end, and ominous flames began to burn on the surface.The ribbons tied on it fell to the ground one after another, like a colorful drizzle.

Almost at the same time, a transparent circular cover composed of hexagons was turned upside down on this square, and it was a protective umbrella held up by these defensive fleets.This was obviously one of the precautionary measures that had been prepared long ago, so although the sudden attack was beyond everyone's expectations, it did not cause any huge losses.

But before the dignitaries and reporters inside the cover let go of their worries, another oval-shaped shell fell straight on the top of the protective cover, and the moment it exploded, the whole ground shook.

Even though she has seen many big scenes, Erica still flinched from such a threat that was so close at hand.

But instead of closing her eyes or panicking, she immediately started looking around to see if anyone else was moving.

The old man who had spoken before the Holy See turned on the microphone, embraced the bewildered Anne behind him, and began to appease the crowd in front of him.

Consul Sabrina Guevilla frowned. After her soft expression faded away, a cold and non-gender expression emerged on the soft Omega face. She was turning her head to explain something to Antonio beside her.

As for the people in the square, none of them were fledgling rookies or mobs, even if they were flustered, they didn't show it, so when the artillery fire hadn't dissipated, the place was still strangely calm.

A man wearing glasses pressed the pen in his hand anxiously, and couldn't help shouting at the old man on the stage: "What's going on?"

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Hearing his unkind question, the old man said peacefully, "Everyone stay where you are. The troops around us will take care of this matter, so don't worry about the danger."

Erica bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to remain calm. She was still sitting on the chair, not trusting the guarantee of the Federation and the Holy See, and couldn't help calling Azathoth's real name in her heart.

It was a language that only she and Igor knew, a language that did not belong to this world and humans.

Azathoth, who was far away in the shopping mall and Igor in the women's clothing store, faced the weird sight of the shopping guide, who was picking and choosing, paused, and looked into the distance along the windows hanging on the wall.