The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　】rest【】prison【

　】Interest【】Remember【

　】One【】Network【

　】Next【】Address【.

　kansh+u~.or*g

　】rest【】firm【】prevent【

　】Break【】Remember【】Stop【

　】One【】Net【】Lost【

　】The next address is lost

　】stop【

　】interest【

　】one【

　】Down【

　"Why don't you let them guard the bridge?" Perlis asked the cardinal beside her.

　"The Holy Knights are only responsible for protecting the safety of the Holy City. Everything outside the Holy City is false."

　The Cardinal bowed his head and said humbly:

　"As for those you encountered earlier, they were just a group of believers on a spontaneous pilgrimage. If a Holy Knight had appeared on the bridge, the tribes between the decks would not have dared to attack us."

　"They tried to attack the holy city but no one was able to return."

　Perlis could sense that they seemed to have an almost fanatical obsession with this sacred cathedral city.

　In this case, it may not be so easy for them to give up the city.

　"Okay, let me see your city." said Perlis.

　After passing through the church gate, golden holy light fell from above, which was a bit dazzling.

　Perlis raised her head and saw a huge secondary fusion fireball suspended under the highest dome of the church. The colored glass formed rows of refractive arrays around it, transmitting holy light to every corner of the city.

　Controlled core fusion.

　"Our city is divided into districts by spires, and each spire represents a virtue in the faith of the Lord," the cardinal explained to Perlis as they walked. "The great Tamara-Toss spreads the message of civilization across the galaxy. He gives encouraging gazes to the blind lambs. He is the pilot of this lone boat."

　Perlis doesn't like to listen to religious people praising God. To be honest, it's just the same stuff after all.

　While pretending to listen, she looked at the white city and nodded from time to time to show that she understood.

　Soon, after passing the inspection at the city entrance, a silver flying disc fell from the sky and stopped in front of the two people.

　"Let's go, friendly Havrgard," the cardinal bowed slightly, "His Holiness the Pope is awaiting your visit."

　"Ah."

　Pearlis and the Cardinal stepped onto the Frisbee together and stood firm.

　A fusion fireball immediately ignited under the flying disc, carrying the two people into the air.

　A special gravitational field surrounds the frisbee, allowing it to move at high speeds as if on flat ground, without being affected by inertia at all.

　"What's the principle behind this?" asked Perlis.

　"God's blessing allows us to walk on the air as if it were flat ground," the cardinal said devoutly.

　"God?" Perlis frowned.

　"God says that you will walk on flat ground, because even the wind cannot hinder your journey," the cardinal murmured.

　“What I want to ask is”

　Before Perlis could say anything, she suddenly guessed something.

　"What's the principle behind that thing above our heads?" Perlis pointed to the secondary fusion fireball in the sky.

　"The breath of God brings us light," the cardinal murmured.

　"Breath?"

　"God said he would breathe, and our city will be bright because of it," the cardinal said, spreading his arms. "Praise God."

　"Perlis was speechless for a moment.

　She was overstepping her bounds by trying to educate a religious lunatic about technology.

　The flying disc passed through the intricate city skyline at high speed. The houses here were basically church-style buildings with spires. It was hard to imagine that so many buildings could have sprung up in just a few years after the Great Drift War.

　How did he do that? Just as Perlis was about to ask, she guessed his answer:

　Well, God built it.

　No more questions

　Fortunately, Perlis did not have to endure this strange atmosphere for too long. Soon, a giant white building towering from the sky appeared on the horizon.

　It connects the dome and the earth and is square.

　The flying disc slowly landed in front of the huge building. The cardinal jumped off the ground first and stretched out his hand towards the gate.

　"Welcome to the Cathedral of the Heavens, the residence of His Holiness the Pope and also the location of the Avatar."

　Incarnation, that's how they seem to describe that core.

　The entrance of the Sky Cathedral was filled with holy knights, holding light blades, and their fierce eyes flowed out from behind their masks, locking onto Perlis's face.

　Perlis glanced at them, and they immediately looked away, no longer curious.

　"You won't need my guidance from now on," the cardinal bowed deeply to Perlis, "His Holiness the Pope wishes to speak with you alone."

　"Ok."

　Perlis took a step forward and walked through the main gate of the Cathedral of the Heavens.

　After entering the church, what comes into view is endless darkness, with dots of faint blue light twinkling at the end of the darkness, like a field of stars.

　But Perlis knew that it was the glow produced by core fusion.

　There are no statues or seats inside the church, only endless darkness and stars in the darkness.

　At the end of the starry sky, Perlis saw a figure floating in the darkness.

　His head was very big, with nails nailed on it at regular intervals, and blue light flowed on the nail heads.

　Gray brain tribe.

　After sensing the presence of Perlis, he slowly floated out of the darkness and hovered in front of Perlis.

　Pure White Fireworks

　The Pope uttered chaotic words, and every time he uttered a syllable, thick veins emerged from his brain, like a python crawling under his scalp.

　Perlis found that his eyes were filled with a faint blue light, without a trace of self-awareness.

　interesting

　He is God's spokesman

　Or maybe he is the body through which God communicates with the outside world.

　The starship Tamara-Toss actually descended upon His believers?

　Perlis raised her head, looked directly into the pair of dark blue eyes, and spoke softly:

　"Tamara Toth."

　The Pope's body slowly descended from the air to the ground, then he bent his three-meter-tall body and lowered his huge head.

　"I saw you as a meteor streaking through the darkness and descending"

　His words were confused, and it was obvious that the Pope's brain could not bear his complete will.

　He was merely the voice of God, through whom God transformed his chaotic instincts into basic words.

　Looking at the Pope's huge head, Perlis asked softly:

　"Why do you keep fleeing? Why do you go deeper into the torrent of light and darkness?"

　The Pope's swelled up a little, and blisters appeared on his scalp, swelling up quickly and then deflated just as quickly.

　"Escape from the Hook"

　"He is fishing like an old man fishing"

　“He is composing everything”

　“He will control everything”

　"All prophecies are far away"

　The sentences were so fragmented that Perlis didn't understand what he was saying at first.

　Just as she was about to continue asking, the meridians in the Pope's head began to expand wildly, like bulging bubbles, as if they were about to burst at any time.

　"Are you okay?" Perlis was stunned.

　At this moment, the dark door opened beside her, and Carly walked out, her ice-blue eyes falling on the Pope's head.

　She stretched out her hand and lightly tapped, and the dark light quickly repaired the Pope's head.

　"The information he provided is enough," Carly said softly, "Fishing, old man, control, only one person meets these characteristics."

　indeed.

　With just a little guidance from Carly, Perlis immediately realized the information before her.

　The cartographer of the latitudes of destiny, the composer of the melody of cause and effect, the fisherman fishing in the sea of ​​stars.

　This points to an ancient being lurking deep within the sea of ​​stars.

　The string painter.

　His plan was to control the stars, and Perlis had known this for a long time.

　But this time, the intelligence provided by Tamara-Toss contained a key piece of information that had never appeared before.

　——Is He fishing?

Chapter 713 Blade Logic (Part 9) -3k-

　fishing.

　This word gave Perlis a very bad feeling.

　The power of the Painter of Strings cannot be said to be the strongest among the unspeakable things. Now, he can become an important existence in the universe, largely due to his spiritual wisdom.

　He is good at scheming and planning. On the scale of the universe, he manipulates the stars and creates environments and advantages for himself in different ways.

　Where does His plan begin this time?

　Where will it end?

　Perlis turned her head and looked at Carly beside her, meeting her gentle gaze.

　"Carly."

　"In many worlds, He is praised as the Fisherman of the Starry Sea, precisely because He is skilled in manipulation."

　Carly looked at the Pope of the Gray Brain Clan, at his confused eyes.

　"He uses desire to lure world after world towards destruction. He leads the ancient gods towards civilization, and he makes civilization rush towards the ancient gods. In this way, he even indirectly manipulates the flow of the torrent of light and darkness."

　"This practice is called fishing. Is it the same behavior you are referring to?"

　"...Great...fishing..." the Pope murmured softly, "Great...unprecedented..."

　"A familiar feeling..." Perlis said softly.

　She had had a similar feeling in her heart countless times: she was walking on a huge chessboard, and everything in front of her was a layout.

　No matter how powerful she is, no matter how she tears the situation apart, she will eventually meet those silver eyes that overlook everything.

　It was raining in the silver city behind the window, and the silver eyes reflected in the glass were cut into pieces in the rain.

　""