I, Viego, conquer Terra!

The girl from Liberi blushed behind him and held onto Viego's hand tightly. "...Don't let go!"

"I know..." Viego answered, feeling the urge to raise his hand to support his forehead.

How could it unfold like this?

Even though he is a social phobic, he feels like he is about to have an attack of embarrassment.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed.

But I felt embarrassed for Fiammetta.

......

After a while.

Viego noticed that there was no sound of water behind him. He hesitated for two seconds and asked, "...Do you have any paper?"

"...I have!" A girl's gnashing teeth voice came from behind.

Viego guessed that it was not anger towards himself.

It was more like an embarrassment of shame and anger.

Um...

I won’t be silenced by her, right?

While Viego was thinking, Fiammetta had already stood up, holding his shoulders, her face flushed as she whispered, "Let's go."

So embarrassing...

In front of a strange man...

Fiammetta hated himself immensely for rushing into the ruins two days ago.

I should have just used ammunition outside to completely destroy that damn ruins!!!

She gritted her teeth and was supported by Viego as she walked towards the SUV. She stomped her feet in anger.

But her legs and feet were stiff and sore from standing stiffly for two whole days, and when she stomped her feet, she staggered instead.

"...Be careful. If that doesn't work, I'll hold you or carry you on my back."

The man's helpless voice came to her ears, and Fiammetta felt that the man's hand on her waist tightened a little bit out of concern, as if he was treating a baby who had no ability to move independently!

Even more embarrassing ahhhhh!!

"...No need." Fiammetta gritted her teeth in shame and anger, feeling that her toes had dug a castle in her boots.

Viego helped her to the passenger seat, then he got in the driver's seat, started the engine, turned around and drove back the way he came, saying, "My name is Viego, and I am..."

"I know that Mostima and Lemion asked you to come." Fiammetta turned away and interrupted, "I heard everything you said before."

"That's good."

"But why are you here?" Fiammetta was silent for two seconds, realizing something was wrong. "Mastema and Lemion...?!"

"Originally, there was something wrong, but now that I'm here, everything is fine." Viego organized his words and briefly explained, "They found two staffs in the cave, and Remian and the others were going to take them back to Lateran. The new guy wanted to take the staffs away, so he pulled out a gun on Remian, and Mostima pulled out a gun on him. Remian was seriously injured, Mostima fell from the sky, and the new guy was buried."

"..." Fiammetta looked at Viego with dull eyes.

The amount of information was so overwhelming that it nearly burned out her CPU.

Two seconds later, she reacted, an anxious look on her face: "You said Remiaoan was seriously injured?!"

"Well... she was seriously injured. Andorn pulled out his gun and injured her spine, causing her to become paralyzed." Viego said.

Fiammetta's pupils shrank, he gritted his teeth and pounded his legs angrily: "That bastard!!"

Then she heard the calm words of the man beside her: "But I cured her, so she is intact now."

"Wait...what does cured mean?" The Liberi girl was stunned.

"Literally, it means cured." Viego said, "You will understand when you see her."

"..." Fiammetta fell silent, sorting out his confused thoughts.

She felt her eyelids growing heavier. The exhaustion from being forced to stand for two whole days and nights without sleep came over her as soon as she realized she was safe, and she fell asleep almost instantly.

Viego glanced at her, and the black mist rolled up the blanket that was originally placed under Remyan in the back seat, draped it over Fiammetta, and slowly laid the seat flat.

The girl turned sideways and curled up with her legs bent.

In her dream, she felt as if she was trapped in a slightly cool embrace.

......

"Fiammetta?" Viego gently shook the Liberi girl's shoulder. "Wake up."

The girl opened her eyes, revealing her fiery red eyes that looked a little tired. She was stunned for two seconds, then sat up. "...Are we there yet?"

"Well, we're here." Viego turned off the engine and looked at the white-haired Sakota who was jumping and waving happily at them beside the campfire.

The blanket with warm body temperature slipped off her body. Fiammetta was slightly stunned: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome." Viego opened the door and got out of the car.

The Liberi girl meticulously folded the blanket into a square and placed it on the seat before opening the door and getting out.

Fiammetta looked at Lemion, slightly startled, and frowned. "Lemion? Your hair..."

"How is it? Does it look good?" The Sakta girl spun around to show off, her snow-white hair flying in the halo.

"Hey, don't envy me, Xiaofei!"

At the side, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the blue-haired fallen angel walked out. He looked a little sleepy, but still smiled: "When I heard the noise outside, I knew you guys were back."

"Mastema, you..." Fiammetta widened his eyes and took a few steps closer in disbelief, staring at the double horns on Mastema's head and the dim halo.

Her fiery red eyes revealed obvious anger. "Andorn...that bastard!"

Lemiaoan patted her shoulder, pointed to the collapsed crypt not far away, and comforted her: "Don't be angry, he has been buried in it."

Andorn was a new member of their team and had only carried out a few missions with them.

So Lemion and Mastema didn't have any feelings about his behavior.

After all, the person has been buried. Do we still need to dig him out and whip his corpse?

"That's not necessarily the case." Viego said:

"I used the black fog to sense it before. There are no bodies under the piles of rocks. Instead, Mostima blasted an underground river with his gun. He may have escaped, or he may have been washed away to an unknown place along the river."

Fiammetta frowned.

She was very angry.

They accepted Andoen, but Andoen would draw his gun on Remiaoan just because of a staff, and even seriously injured Remiaoan...

If Viego hadn't been here to treat Remian, then...

Fiammetta didn't dare to think about that "what if".

Furthermore, Mastema's fall is irreversible.

...She became a fallen angel forever. After returning to Lateran, she might even have to face questioning from the Cardinals and the Notary Office, and she would never be able to pick up a gun and fight again...

How could she not be angry with such a result?

"Okay, it's okay, don't be angry." Lemiao touched Fiammetta's forehead like coaxing a child, and pulled her to sit by the campfire: "Anyway, it's already like this, don't worry about him."

Fiammetta remained silent.

She couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't followed that clue and hunted down the Sarkaz raiders alone, would the outcome be different? Would Mastema have avoided falling from heaven?

"There's nothing wrong with being a fallen angel." Mastema also smiled. His long, pointed tail swung back and forth. "It feels quite novel to have an extra pair of horns and a tail."

"......" Fiammetta sighed. "You guys are always like this... smiling and your nonchalant attitude really makes me angry. So, what should we do next?"

"Go back to Lateran directly." Lemiaoan said: "No matter what, at least submit the mission briefing first, and then the two staffs and Xiao Mo... Let's see what the cardinals of the College of Cardinals are going to do."

"I have no objection." Mostima smiled indifferently and looked at Viego. "What about you, Viego? Do you want to join us?"

"Of course." Viego raised his eyebrows. "Remember you said before that you would take me to visit Lateran, do you still want to keep your promise?"

"...I agree." Fiammetta nodded and looked at Viego, looking away a little unnaturally. "Anyway, you saved me...If you want to go to Lateran with us, I will find a way to repay you."

"Hey——" Lemiaoan said in a long voice, his almond-shaped eyes moved back and forth between Fiammetta and Viego, revealing a curious look:

"Why do I feel like...you are hiding something from me?"

Chapter 187 No One is Home tonight

Half a month passed quickly.

After half a month of observation, Viego discovered that if Lemiaoan was in the white-haired state of the "Ruined Legion", the curse of ruin in her body would automatically repair her damaged body and spine, leaving her movements unaffected.

And in this state, Remion does not need to eat or sleep, and always maintains peak energy. Similar to Viego, the physical strength bar or energy bar disappears directly.

After turning off the "Ruined Legion" state, Lemiaoan will return to the semi-paralyzed state with inconvenient legs and feet. He can only sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around. He also needs to eat and sleep normally to maintain his energy.

Uh...if Viego is a "living dead", then Remion's current state can also be called "half-dead".

just kidding.

The holy country on earth, Lateran, has appeared in the sight of Viego and others.

After a while, several people arrived at the checkpoint entering the city.

The entry inspection into Lateran was much stricter than that into Syracuse—in terms of detection of mineralogy, of course.

They will take out an instrument and drop a drop of water on Viego's finger. If the green light comes on, it means that the concentration of Originium in his body is within the standard, which means that he is not infected with mineral disease. After registering his identity information, he can enter the city smoothly.

Mostima parked the car outside the notary office and looked at Viego. "We need to submit the mission briefing and report on our duties first. Viego, you should wait for us outside for a while... well, it may take a long time."

During the conversation, Fiammetta, who was sleeping on Viego's shoulder, slowly opened her eyes. "Hmm...are we there yet?"

"Here we are. Also, your saliva has flowed onto Viego's shoulder!" The co-pilot, Lemiaoan, turned his head and looked with a smile.

The Liberi girl was startled and wiped her mouth quickly, but found that she was not drooling at all. She gritted her teeth and said, "Lei! Miao! An!"

"Oh, an angry Xiao Fei is so scary—" Lemiaoan raised his hands in surrender. "Scared, wrong, wrong."

Fiammetta glared at him, then looked at Viego, her face slightly reddened: "...I'm sorry."

She remembered that she fell asleep leaning against the car window...how come when she woke up she was leaning on Viego's shoulder?

"It's okay." Viego shook his head to show that he didn't care. "I saw your head banging against the car window, so I took the initiative to pull you over to lean against me."

He was afraid that the noise would make Fiammetta go crazy.

"Okay, let's go." Mostima sorted out the mission briefing and staff he had completed on the way, opened the door and got out of the car. "Viago, can you please wait for us in the car for a while?"

"No problem." Viego nodded and watched the three-person team carrying the two staffs walk into the solemn and magnificent notary office.

But why didn't they all take off their weapons?

Viego was a little confused.

Apart from anything else, the large-caliber grenade launcher that Fiammetta was holding was loaded with ammunition. If it accidentally went off...

Uh...it seems that the solemn notary office is not so solemn?

Should we say it is worthy of Lateran?

While he was thinking, a tall figure covered in armor and with a halo on his head suddenly lay on Viego's car window in a leisurely posture.

"Hey, kid." A somewhat old voice came from under the solemn metal helmet. "You are not from Lateran, right?"

"Yes." Viego raised his eyebrows slightly and looked him up and down. "What are you doing...?"

"Haha, I'm cosplaying. Don't you young people like to play this?" The old man laughed and lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing his face. He looked at Viego with a smile and winked at him:

"I saw that beautiful girl who got off the car sleeping on you. You are so lucky!"

"Uh... old man misunderstood, we are just friends." Viego had a bad feeling.

Could this be one of Fiammetta's musketeers?

Would he misunderstand that I had taken his cabbage away and draw his gun in anger?

As for cosplay? This old man is indeed quite trendy, but look at the cold and powerful metal armor on his body, and the thigh-thick guns behind him. Who would believe that these are just props?

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not here to call you to task." The old man waved his hands and laughed. He also realized that Viego had seen through his identity:

"Xiao Fei has a bad temper and always has a cold face. Now she finally has a friend of the opposite sex other than those girls. We old guys can't wait to be happy!"