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Medic held his arms and leaned against the wall at the door of his office, frowned and pondered the joints.

In His impression, the Lord was never the one who would treat differently in this situation. Perhaps an angel like himself might be more important, but he would never ignore the deadly flood.

What exactly is the Lord doing in the Eastern Continent? He is willing to respond to his prayers, but he has never thought about saving Intis?

This is not like His style...

The snake is in the Eastern Continent, why not ask Him?

Medici was thinking, a group of people came over from a distance.

Tang En, who had a broken leg, walked forward with crutches. Without the persistence of not having to crutches to jump on one leg two days ago, Trainer pushed a wheelchair and sneered at Tang Endong, with a little gloating on his face. There was a man sitting in the wheelchair with half of his body, and his hands were still pulling a tabby cat that seemed reluctant but dared not say.

Medic couldn't help but wonder why he could already understand the cat's expression, and he obviously didn't touch much.

The wounds of the two wounded men had strange black shadows. The black lines and shadows not only prevented their flesh and blood from regenerating, but also further tore the surrounding tissues. What injured them was the automatic counterattack of the "balancer" Derlink Augustus and George III's law. If they had not been connected with Medic and shared the person, they would have been torn apart by the law.

The Creator's spirituality will also respond to the ritual, and they are now preparing to do a purification treatment.

Borrowing the higher person of the Creator to wash away the law of George III

The high-rise corridor of the church is very spacious, and it becomes more spacious due to the reduction of personnel. Hunters noticed each other from afar, with the eyes facing each other as if flames were burning in the air.

"Extinguish the fire."

Trainer kicked Donn's calf on his good leg: "Please pay attention to emotional management and pay attention to his expression."

Tang En immediately stood up straight when he was kicked, but as a disabled person who had one leg and had two crutches, he leaned forward in a normal position. At this time, he suddenly stood straight and gave people the impression of a mummy specimen from a high ground, and he jumped around.

The sudden burning fire gradually faded. Tang En freed up one hand to tidy up his collar and hair, and looked like he met an idol. He had a passionate smile on his face, combined with the bandage and missing legs, and seemed to exude a heroic fighting and fearlessness of sacrifice.

"Praise the great God of War!"

The sound of greetings echoed in the corridor.

The Red Angel was a little silent. He now regretted that he had educated this boy as his fanatic, so that he felt like he had nothing to say when he saw him. So he looked at Raymond, the leader of the aspiring Iron Blood Cross under his command who once wanted to be the "God of Weather". He saw that the remaining half of the wounded expressed his respect to his superiors with the same half of the vocal cords that were left, and his voice was like a ragged accordion that had been raising a nest of spiders in the corner for twenty years, and the only one with normal appearance was an external god's family.

Medic looked at his strange-shaped subordinates and wanted to say something, but he felt that criticizing them was equivalent to admitting that he had a bad vision. So he waved his hand and nodded casually like a leader passing by, suggesting that the group of people quickly disappear from his eyes.

Then, he suddenly thought of something and asked:

"Have your father been back?"

The three of them looked at each other for a while, and Trainer turned around:

"No, He will not inform me of such a thing. If you have something to ask Him, I will ask."

The other two were surprised by the tone of his speech and the identity of "His", while Medic frowned and thought for two seconds, then waved his hand:

"No, you go."

Just after taking two steps, Medic suddenly asked, "How is that new church going recently? What are your contacts with us?"

The three hunters looked at each other again, and then Raymond said in his voice in his ragged accordion: "Their church name has not yet been settled, and it seems that they are preparing to use 'knowledge' or 'truth' to oppose the god of Ruen. The first group of Morse ascetics have arrived in Trier and are ready to go to the Cathedral of Truth. An angel is accompanying him. The arrival of the great existence shocked the church of the original God of Steam and Machinery. They have been communicating with the top leaders of our church recently, as if they want to recast Trier..."

Raymond's throat made all three hunters pound. As soon as he said the second sentence, Medic blocked his throat and grabbed it into the link of his soul.

"...The design has been sent, but the Lord has not yet begun to respond to the prayer, so we have no possibility to discuss." Raymond, who was forbidden by physics, was subconsciously silent for a few seconds. "Bonova Gustav is still unwilling to admit the current God, and even willing to bury the gods of steam and machinery, but the hidden sage did not allow him to do so. The punishment given to him was to deprive Sequence 2 of extraordinary characteristics and to be sent to a small church to spend the rest of his life as the only priest, the church called Steam Church, in Bemum."

“He said, rather than die like this, we should use your piety to your Lord as fuel and continue to advance the future cause of education.”

The monster of knowledge is quite a "human"?

——This is Medic's first idea.

As the leader of an army, He first understood this behavior as the "pardonation" and preferential treatment of the demon of knowledge to the church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Just as Bonova, a pious little robot, hit him, he could just show his tolerance and kindness, and he said it very well, not denying faith or piety. Such an attitude could make the craftsmen of Steam fall towards Him faster.

But for the incarnation of the source substance, such an act is unnecessary, and He does not need the existence of the church, so he can reclaim everyone.

If He was not the incarnation of the source substance, this behavior could be considered to be full of humanity in their world.

Moreover, the position of an angel is empty, that is, in the future, there may be a sequence 3 of the Morse asceticism to sequence 2 of the craftsman path?

Everyone thought of this possibility at the same time.

Raymond continued: "But Bonova Gustav does not have the right to preach, and can only work as a school professor and workshop manager in the local area. Oh, by the way, Bemán was completely damaged by the flood before, and Bonova also had to take into account the responsibility of lifting and rebuilding."

Medic looked at Trainer, who looked at Him without any other reaction and shrugged.

He smiled:

"Okay. The boy Steam is becoming more and more pleasing. As expected, the dead will get better and better, let alone He has done something."

The God of Steam and Machinery is indeed incompetent, and even worthy of virtue. Therefore, He cannot protect most people and can only watch them die. But He does have a pretty good intention, so He can still protect some people.

He gave up all of himself and gave up resurrection, allowing the demon of knowledge to control His power in the shortest time. Such a choice ultimately saved the remaining Intis and the angels he valued the most.

"That angel Ruen is so immoral, why do you cut it straight?" Tang En was angry, "Isn't it enough to just cut it in half?"

"It's useless to cut halfway, and I can't die." Trainer added to the topic, "Why don't you just seal it and then make a seal?"

"It's not bad, I've avoided it." Raymond was a little proud, "I didn't hurt my face."

Medici's mood just now was soon dispelled by the same strange words from his subordinates. At this moment, they were all talking in the spiritual link. In the eyes of others, they were four of them standing in the corner, with their eyes facing each other, without saying a word - but since the Iron Blood Cross and their spiritual links gradually became known to the Creator Church, passers-by can already stand in place without saying a word, or suddenly stop and stare blankly on the road, the hunters are communicating with the spiritual links.

When their topic developed to complain about the gossip of Lun's upper class news, He raised his leg and kicked Raymond's wheelchair, which turned into a meteor, accompanied by a shrill cat moan, and the chatter in the spiritual link suddenly turned into a Trier proverb.

"There's nothing else, you guys hurry up and roll!"

Trainer went to chase Raymond's wheelchair, although the cat was even more miserable.

Tang En stood there, looked at his colleagues who ran away, and looked at Medici expectantly.

Medic looked at him, too.

"You performed well." After thinking about it, the Red Angel didn't mind giving this younger generation who was indeed brave and coaxed. He stepped forward and patted his shoulder two steps, showing an encouraging smile, "Stay working hard next time."

"yes!!!"

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, Klein, who had attended his own charity foundation dinner, returned to 160 Berklund Street.

Just as he returned to the living room, Klein's spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, and Renette Tinikol, who was carrying four heads, appeared in front of him, with a letter in his head. He was about to ask who wrote it, but suddenly he saw a golden seal on the envelope that looked like a snake and a bird.

Klein took the letter and looked carefully. He didn't know why the pattern on the corner was actually a snake devouring birds, which was a pattern of the Bailang Empire. He imagined the reason why this herald appeared: Mr. Azke wrote the reply and put it in an envelope, summoned the Miss Messenger. Then, when he handed the letter to the Miss Messenger, he picked up the seal and stamped it with a snap.

"...Is this extraordinary effect?" he asked with a smile.

Renette Tinikol shook his head slowly.

Indeed, the letter itself does not have any effect, but the letters written by the angel are spiritual, and they may be used to do something... Klein studied the letter over and over again.

"You..." "Now..." "Want to reply..." "Do you?"

Klein put the letter on the table and expressed his gratitude to the messenger: "No, I won't reply immediately now."

Renette's head lightly pointed, and finally disappeared into the air.

Klein opened the letter, and Mr. Azke's familiar handwriting came into his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Kline, I'm very happy to hear such news. First of all, I want to congratulate you on being promoted to Sequence 3 so soon, but I must remind you that you can't be too hasty. The extraordinary road requires more patience and precipitation..."

“…Similarly, I’m glad you can live a peaceful life and get joy and joy from a peaceful life.”

The old remnants shook their heads slightly and sighed with a smile.

Mr. Azke was still worried about him, worried that he was addicted to the arrogance and arrogance brought by playing the god "fool", and lost his true self, worried that he was so quick to play and digest potions, seeking promotion, and his foundation was unstable, and he was also worried that he still had no attachment to the world, and might at any time he would have a boredom, resistance, and impulse to self-destruction.

Klein blinked, feeling his eyes getting a little hot.

Although time can heal everything, it is not necessarily pitiful to only count on time to heal it. Fortunately, Klein feels that he has basically adjusted his mindset. He is working hard to move towards a new goal, and at the same time he does not forget the past and where he comes from.

He would occasionally go to see Benson and Melissa. When he saw his brother and sister, everything was fine. He would laugh at him from time to time, and he felt calm.

You don't need to get close, just look from a distance and know they're doing well.

Klein is also in this way now.

"... Through your description of your Sequence Three. You mentioned before that I met a 'Zaratu' in the secret town. I found some related things in my memory, such as the impression of several dukes of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Age. This is an anecdote. I was not interested in it at the time and did not understand it carefully. Perhaps it would be different from the actual situation."

"It is said that after the Solomon Empire split into the United Empire of Tudor-Trensort, one day, Bethel Abraham, the "Gate" who belonged to the consul Alistat Tudor, traveled with the Duke of Antigonus, accidentally encountered the Duke of Zarathu of the enemy country."

"Bethel Abraham killed the Duke of Zarathu whom he met and gave His character to the Duke of Antigonus as a gift."

Klein's eyes widened slightly, and then he slowly pinched the letter paper a little.

"Account encounter" caused by extraordinary aggregation, simple and simple hostility between adjacent paths.

“…Apart from that, since there is no direct hostility, I know very little about the ‘Ancient scholars’ and have not obtained much useful information. I’m sorry that I can’t help you.”

"But if you want to stop Ruhn's Emperor George III from becoming a god, maybe I can do my part."

"...Kline, I'm glad you're willing to do something for the people of this world and to avenge the innocent victims, but have you really done the anger of anger that is only one step away from the throne of the gods? If you are in danger, you can choose to take refuge in the Southern Continent. The mist of the river of darkness covers the Bailang Empire, and my father said that this will separate His 'omniscience'."

After exchanging some information about the "Source Fort", Azk also shared some relevant information about the "River of Eternal Darkness".

However, both of them didn't know much about the past, so they could only roughly know that these two belonged to the same type of things and played an important role.

Klein's pupils shrank slightly.

All-knowing!
To be continued...