The conversation between Xia Xiu and the Tenth Hero Saint George took place in a peaceful and profound atmosphere.

At this time, the two sat face to face, the blond sword-wielding man and the hero wearing the golden Terminator armor exchanging hidden information and plans with each other.

During the discussion, the topic gradually turned to the city of Ode Papadopolis, the prehistoric ruins floating above the continent of Elsinia, and its current situation and future.

“Ode Papadopolis…”

Xia Xiu tapped the silver cane on the table with his fingertips, his eyes lowered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"The structure and technological origin of this city are extremely rare even among the heavenly technology in this world. I plan to incorporate it into the Third Academy as a mobile enclave of the Third Academy."

Saint George listened quietly, folding his hands on the table.

His face was hidden in the shadow of the light. He did not respond in a hurry, but nodded slightly, signaling Xia Xiu to continue.

"I also imagined using the Hub Whisper Square as the entry point, combined with the function of Hell's Kitchen, as an important gateway for the three courtyards to enter the real world."

Xia Xiu raised his head and met St. George's eyes.

"The complete integration of the Naga Ring will become the center of experiments and activities of the three academies.

It can be said that this is a multi-dimensional operating platform - both a bridge and a testing ground."

Saint George pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:

"Your idea is feasible, especially the city of Ode Papadopolis. Its core drive and energy structure may involve a higher level of knowledge. Including the ancient Seth, our research on him has not yet

Superficial, but he himself is an important unknown factor."

Xia Xiu continued: "Set is an important bargaining chip. He knows too many secrets of the city of Ode Papadopolis. We need him as the key to unlock these technologies and information."

"We do need to pay attention to this ancient one." St. George replied, "My think tank link group is equivalent to a mobile central containment room research team. The purpose of their existence is to deal with abnormal projects and characteristics of the ancient one.

entity."

"Let's go, I will take the think tank team with you to visit the city of Ode Papadopolis."

"Okay." Xia Xiu nodded.

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Soon after, the 10th Heroic Saint George took his chief think tank linker, Laszlo Kosogai, and boarded the city of Ode Papadopolis with Xia Xiu.

Laszlo is thin, but has a fierce temperament. He is wearing a platinum-trimmed robe, walking briskly and accurately. He is holding a heavy metal book in his hand. There is a faint light flowing between the pages, as if recording something unspeakable.

man's secret.

The accompanying think tank linkers wore uniform silver-gray uniforms and carried complex equipment bags behind their backs. Each of them held different instruments in their hands, ranging from scanning equipment to analysis modules.

After boarding the prehistoric ruins, they quickly began to divide their work, and under the command of St. George, they conducted an investigation in an orderly manner.

He and the think tank linkers divided the work in a tacit understanding. Various instruments and equipment were arranged in different corners of Ode Papadopolis. Light, shadow and virtual projection were intertwined in the air, creating a busy scene.

"There seems to be a closed information circulation system within the city's core."

Chief Think Tank Master Laszlo's voice was low and steady, his fingers were operating quickly on the virtual panel, and the runes were flowing with light.

"This structure... is deeply bound to the ether. It can almost be said to be the projection of the ether in reality. It is already an abnormal product in itself and cannot be measured by the energy standards of this world... No wonder it is suspended to this day.

It has not completely failed.”

"Others continue to study." St. George ordered, his voice without any unnecessary emotion.

Then, he turned his attention to the chief think tank division.

"Lazlo, you keep going with us."

"yes."

Laszlo nodded in response, tapped his finger on the operation panel, stored the research results, and then followed the team.

Xia Xiu led the way, and their footsteps finally stopped at the end of the corridor, which was a huge bronze door.

The surface of the door is covered with intricate runes and carvings, and the embossed pattern in the center is an indifferent mask. The eye holes on the mask are deep and hollow, as if watching everyone who approaches it.

In front of the bronze door, an old man with white hair and a childlike face was standing quietly.

His figure seems out of place with this ancient and strange ruins, but it is extremely natural.

He was holding a handful of small grains in his hand and was feeding a group of white pigeons.

These white pigeons looked nothing out of the ordinary, no different from the flocks of pigeons in the modern world. They surrounded the old man's feet, gently pecking at the grains he had sown, and making low cooing sounds.

This scene caused the three angels present to have completely different reactions.

Xia Xiu frowned, and the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand trembled slightly, as if he sensed some indescribable power.

His knuckles gradually tightened, and the hand holding the lever turned slightly white from excessive exertion.

A mysterious and mysterious feeling surged in his heart, and that feeling was very... harmonious.

Saint George almost subconsciously pulled out the [Atonor] warhammer behind his back.

The runes on the surface of the war hammer began to surge rapidly, but collapsed after coming into contact with this scene, and were disintegrated by a higher level of power.

His hand firmly grasped the crazily trembling war hammer, and his originally cold eyes and deeply furrowed expression became "kind".

However, there is an indescribable weirdness in this kind look.

And Laszlo's performance is even more disturbing.

He originally held the thaumaturgy staff, bolter, chainsword, and small thaumaturgy bomb...

All the weapons and equipment representing violence suddenly turned into gray powder and slipped from his hands.

His expression suddenly became calm, even with an incredible sense of satisfaction.

He looked at the white dove in front of him, with a single thought in his eyes.

--Peace.

His heart seemed to be wrapped in an extreme pacifist thought, which told it to reject all wars!

The three people's respective reactions were intertwined in the silent space. The air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. Only the subtle sound of white pigeons lowering their heads and pecking at food echoed in the silence.

Seth slowly raised his head. There was no hostility or alertness in his eyes, only a kind of peace that was so profound that it made one's heart palpitate.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You are here."

His voice was low, with some indescribable magnetism.

Xia Xiu and St. George looked at each other. The tacit understanding at this moment was extremely natural, but also a bit strange.

Their eyes fell on Laszlo at the side again. The chief think tanker was still standing there with an expression that was almost weirdly calm.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he were immersed in some indescribable perception, as if all the conflicts in the world had nothing to do with him.

——He seemed to be trapped in some kind of indescribable happiness.

St. George's voice was low and brief:

"You stay here."

Although his tone was as majestic as ever, it seemed much softer at the moment, and even lacked the unique coldness of the knight commander.

So, when he said this, Saint George frowned again. He knew that he was being continuously affected by some kind of invisible anomaly/Meme.

Laszlo didn't have any intention to refute, or even react much, he just nodded slightly mechanically.

Xia Xiu and Saint George walked side by side towards Seth.

However, the closer they got to the old man and the white dove at his feet, the more their hearts were disturbed by some subtle force.

The thought of giving up the fight came flooding in.

Xia Xiu wanted to call for the crown, but two unique thoughts appeared in his mind, as if they were fighting in the deep consciousness.

"——Don't call, there is no need, peace is above all else."

"——Don't show it, something bad will happen."

These two thoughts are like two opposing voices, but they point to the same result - don't act.

This strange feeling is unbearable, but I can't get rid of it.

Xia Xiu's hand tightened unconsciously. When he put down any thoughts of resorting to violence, the [Lever of the Sky] that originally trembled with the fluctuation of emotions actually fell silent.

A sideways glance revealed that St. George was also experiencing a similar struggle.

The originally surging light of the war hammer [Atonor] also dimmed at this moment, almost falling into complete silence.

They both understood that this force was trying to destroy any possibility of resorting to violence.

In the end, after making eye contact for a while, the two chose to move forward one after the other.

Saint George walked in front, while the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven kept an appropriate distance.

When they stood in front of Seth, the white doves did not seem to notice the arrival of the two angels. They were still focused on the grains at their feet, occasionally making low cooing sounds.
To be continued...