Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Many envoys who saw the first hall for the first time were amazed that there was such a magnificent building in Lateran. But in fact, the establishment of the first hall was a long time ago, even before the establishment of Lateran City. It was once the residence of a demon king, a Sakota demon king, who ruled the royal court. It was the only place in Kazdel, Lateran, that was preserved and had a close relationship with the Sarkaz.

Evangelista XI stepped onto the podium and patted the microphone. The repaired sound transmission device immediately emitted a clear popping sound, drawing the envoys' attention back to the stage.

Evangelista XI saw many familiar faces among them. There were Queen Letania and Grand Knight Casimir, who had already greeted him in advance, officials from the Prime Minister's Office of Yan and the Colombian government, who were expected to send people, and many people who Evangelista XI had no hope for their arrival and had even explicitly rejected his invitation, such as the Duke of Victoria Godottin, the Iron Duke of Wellington, the Duke of Normandy, the Duke of Windermere and several other Grand Dukes and their agents, the royal representative of the Ursus Empire, and even an Iberian judge.

Evangelista XI smiled softly, and after a long period of silence, he finally spoke:

“Dear distinguished guests, representatives of various countries, and all those who are committed to our great ideals and uniting the people of Terra, welcome you.”

"I know that some of you did not take this meeting seriously at first, nor were you alert to the disasters that have happened and are about to happen to us. You have already rejected the invitation, but you are here now. Such repentance is an excellent virtue in the Lateran teachings."

This statement was somewhat ironic, but no one present questioned or expressed dissatisfaction with it, because everyone knew that standing up at this time would be asking for humiliation.

After all, not one of them had truly repented and cared about the unity and friendship of Terra. They just noticed the abnormality, observed the abnormality, and witnessed the abnormality happening around them, so they had to come here to seek an answer that could resolve their doubts.

"You must be curious about our now colorful sky and the mysterious double moons that have been witnessed by countless people in the past few nights."

"Where did they come from, why did they appear, and whether they will disappear again. This is what everyone is concerned about. But!"

Evangelista XI changed the subject and sighed in a heavy and helpless tone, "But no one actually cares about the changes this will bring to Terra."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fact. The fact is right in front of you. Changes are constantly happening, and everything we are familiar with is constantly changing. Ten years ago, we looked up at the distant night sky, and we would not have noticed that there would be such a huge hole above the twin moons. Five years ago, we explored vigorously, and we would not have noticed that there were mysterious things buried deep in the ice sheet. A year ago, a month ago, a week ago, we would not have thought that on an ordinary morning, our ocean would begin to swallow up the land, and a group of monsters would rush ashore, swallowing and assimilating everything they saw."

"People can no longer say that this has nothing to do with us. If you still have this idea, then you should look up at the sky above your head. Under this sky, is there anything that really has nothing to do with you?"

Evangelista XI paused and shook his head.

"This is not an accusation, this is a statement of the truth."

"Terra is in the midst of crisis and change."

"At this moment, I can only advocate peace and unity, so that we can have a chance to cope with it."

"What crisis? What change?" A calm female voice sounded. It was Grand Knight Commander Russell who was asking the question. Her expression seemed a little angry. "I'm not here to listen to your sermon. Where are the crisis and change you are talking about? Is it the ocean? Is it the ice field? Or is it the double moon and the night sky you mentioned? If we don't know anything, what reason do you have to ask us to do it?"

This statement made a lot of sense and hit the nail on the head for the vast majority of the representatives present.

It's not that they didn't know about the disaster in Iberia, nor did they know about the letter for help. But they did nothing, they just waited and watched.

This is a good habit developed in the jungle law. Why should they go to get food for another dying beast?

But at this moment, the Iberian inquisitor stood up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I guess you need some personal testimony, so please allow me to bring it to this sacred place."

He stretched out his hand into his clothes, and this action instantly made the other representatives on both sides turn pale and want to run away. However, they did not expect that the judge took out something from his arms, but a troll, a conch-shaped troll.

"Please listen," he said.

The next second, a familiar conspiracy sound came from the conch.

"If anything happens to me, please wake up the Sea God immediately..."

Volume 1: Chapter 289: The Bell Oracle

"The Great Silence was man-made. On the border of the civilization on which we depend for survival, a group of traitors are plotting absurd subversion."

"Our lives are already in jeopardy. In the face of a real disaster, is there any contradiction that cannot be bridged? Is there any difficulty that cannot be overcome? Is there anything that is absolutely impossible?"

"Let's unite. From now on, starting from the very beginning of the Terra Conference, while giving peace to other countries, we will also give peace to ourselves. I sincerely hope that this will be our own choice, rather than our last resort."

Evangelista XI's call was met with a moment of silence, followed by a brief burst of noise.

Representatives of various countries, nobles, and dukes began to whisper, and no one took the lead to stand up and agree with Evangelista XI's initiative.

This is an extremely sad and realistic thing. It is the worst but most likely outcome that Evangelista XI has ever considered.

People often don't feel pain until they are hit.

Especially the Dukes of Victoria.

Duke Godotin sincerely believed that this initiative was more like a wish a child made to a shooting star. It sounded beautiful, but also naive and ridiculous.

The contradiction will not be resolved by one or two words. Ursus will not give up its desire to conquer because of one word, and Sami will not admit Ursus's aggression because of one word. Letania will not give up Bolivar's struggle because of one word, and Victoria will not reunify because of one word.

Contradictions always exist, and the alliance can exist because the contradictions about a certain object transcend the others. But Hai Si has not reached that level yet, because the Great Silence only occurred in Iberia after all.

You said the monsters will come out, I said they won't. You said the Great Silence was caused by the Deep Sea Church, and they will try to use this power to destroy all the kingdoms on this land. I think this is a joke, what are they trying to do? If they slaughter the whole land, what will they use to govern it?

When Ursus launched the Great Conquest, Terra did not form a unified alliance, because everyone knew that no matter how much Ursus expanded, its size was limited and it would not affect them.

Throughout history, there has only been one enemy that could unite all of Terra - the Sarkaz.

Because he really doesn't care about his life and really wants revenge on all of Terra!

How big is the appetite of the Deep Sea Cultists? Victoria is in the core circle, 108,000 miles away from Iberia, with abundant resources and everything. Even if they want the whole of Iberia, Victoria doesn't mind being generous to others!

So, amid the noise, Duke Godottin sat still, showing no intention of speaking.

She glanced at the other Dukes of Victoria who were present. As expected, the Dukes of Windermere and Normandy also showed little interest. Only the old man Wellington raised his hand.

The Iron Duke was perhaps one of the few great men who could be respected by many royal families even without a crown on his head. He led his army to defeat Corsica I and destroyed the Gallic Empire, and his title of the death knell of the empire was so well-known that when he raised his hand, the noise in the first hall stopped immediately.

Evangelista XI looked at Old Man Wellington who raised his hand and nodded: "Go ahead."

"Saint, I am very interested in your proposal." Wellington said calmly, "But I think you should also know the real reason why I changed my route temporarily and came here."

Wellington glanced at his fellow dukes and said majestically, "Unlike my ruthless colleagues, I immediately led my fleet to Iberia after receiving the letter of help from Iberia. I know a thing or two about the threats in the ocean, and understand the crisis that their endless numbers may cause and their terrible aggressiveness. According to my prediction, Iberia cannot hold out for too long now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Iberian judge stood up angrily. Just as he was about to refute his underestimation of Iberia, Wellington affirmed it as if he were stating something:

"I am not denying Iberia and the Inquisition's determination to fight, but this is the fact. If it weren't for the sudden arrival of that beam of light, I wouldn't be here to see you."

After saying this, he turned his head back to the direction of Evangelista XI:

"I think this is the key point of this meeting. What is that thing that pierced the sky and opened a hole in the star pod? Where did it come from? Is it used by anyone?"

At this point, the Duke of Wellington narrowed his eyes.

This is what he really cares about, and what he believes all the Terran leaders present should care about.

The beam of light instantly eliminated the sea of ​​​​historians who were besieging the Tribunal, and formed a persistent phenomenon in the sky. It appeared so suddenly and disappeared so quickly. Was it a man-made weapon?

If so, who controls it, what is its range, and how often can it be launched?

To put it bluntly, if this kind of weapon falls into the hands of hostile forces, no matter how strong the fortress, how powerful the warship, or how strong the warrior is, it will just be a joke! The lives of these powerful people will be in the hands of others!

Everyone realized this and turned their questioning eyes to Evangelista XI.

The Pope's expression was quite serious.

If nothing unexpected happened, the beam of light was caused by Roy. It was a weapon he obtained from the Law of Lateran.

But to be honest, Evangelista XI didn't know what it was or how to use it. Naturally, he couldn't answer these questions, and Roy should know, but Evangelista XI couldn't betray him.

Not only because of affection, but also because Roy and the creator of the law are allies.

But at this point, he also knew very well what the Duke of Wellington meant.

He must give an answer, no matter whether the answer satisfies everyone or not. Otherwise, any cooperation or alliance will be impossible.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Just as he was hesitating, suddenly, bells rang above the Pope's Palace.

Evangelista XI looked up in shock and looked in the direction where the bell sound came from. In that direction, there was only a bell tower.

"The holy bells are ringing."

Built by the Twelve Saints, the oldest bell tower in the Lateran suddenly began to ring again after a hundred years.

This means that something unexpected is about to happen.

Just as Evangelista XI was about to call in the cavalry to check, the brightness of the halo above his head suddenly increased by several levels, and then a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Bring them to me."

The voice was so unfamiliar, yet it seemed to have a natural authority that could not be disobeyed, so much so that the next second after hearing the order, Evangelista XI chose to execute it without any doubt.

"Everyone, please follow me."

“The truth is right beneath our feet.”

Volume 1: Chapter 290 Trevor: We call it efficiency

Rutland Underground.

The originally dim passage had been lit up at some point, with countless firefly-like light points flickering on both sides of each passage, as if guiding the people as they went deeper.

This was a scene that Roy had never encountered the last time he accompanied Evangelista XI deep underground. There was no doubt that this was a change that was enough to make the Pope who was in charge of this place feel alert and uneasy, but for some reason, Evangelista XI did not show much surprise or suspicion, as if he had already known about it.

He was doing something unprecedented, bringing the leaders of almost all the countries on this land into the temple that symbolized the ancient secrets of Lateran, to witness the glory of the law that only the saints of Sakota could witness. This behavior was absolutely forbidden since the day the city of Lateran was founded, with the twelve saints personally leaving warnings, and it was a taboo that flowed in the blood of every Sakota, but Evangelista XI did not feel any resistance when he made this decision.

Because it was an order from the law. It was a military order that could not be disobeyed.

Even in these thousands of years, the law has never given such specific instructions.

"Saint, where is this place?"

As the leader of the Victorian nobles and the common opinion leader of all those who questioned the Terra Alliance, the Duke of Wellington walked behind Evangelista XI. His eyes swept across the sacred relief murals, the lifelike statues and the old coffins. He couldn't help but frowned and asked with a little confusion.

“We are seeking the truth, not to bear witness to the history of Sakota.”

“But the history of Sakota is about the truth that you care about.”

Evangelista XI answered firmly, causing the Iron Duke to swallow the words that were about to come out of his throat.

He really didn't understand what Evangelista XI was so persistent about, but it was not easy for him to just leave, so he could only continue to follow with a frown.

Soon, they came to a wasteland littered with corpses.

The heads and broken bones of the Sarkaz were scattered in every corner of the hall as usual, and the mottled knife marks and rusted blades were buried in the yellow sand, with only a few traces showing. When the Duke of Wellington cast his eyes on this wasteland, he almost immediately had a sense of déjà vu.

This sense of déjà vu came from his lifelong career of conquests. He could feel the changes in Evangelista XI's temperament, and could feel the scenes that had happened in this wasteland hall, which had a completely different aesthetic style from Lateran.

"Is this a battlefield?"

"The battlefield where we fought the Sarkaz. The site of the final battle of the Twelve Saints to defend the law."

In order to defend the survival of the holy city of Lateran, the Twelve Saints fought a war with the invading evil Sarkaz. This is the ancient history known to all scholars who have studied Lateran. But no one knows the specific details of this war, and no one knows where this war took place on Terra.

In the past, people thought that this was just because the documents were damaged and lost due to the long time, or that it was a myth made up by the Sakotas to gild themselves. But now, everyone has witnessed the truth with their own eyes.

There was indeed a battle between Sakota and Sarkaz, and the intensity and danger of this battle was far beyond imagination, going deep into the underground of Lateran, the deepest part of this religious country.

At this time, the Colombian ambassador, who was not very interested in the war and had a quicker mind, suddenly reacted and exclaimed:

"Wait, so, behind that door is...?"

"The Temple of the Law." Evangelista XI nodded heavily, confirming the ambassador's guess.

"But what does the super weapon like Law have to do with it?" the Duke of Wellington said dissatisfiedly.

Admittedly, seeing this kind of ancient battlefield was indeed very attractive to a marshal like him who had spent his entire life in military service, but the past was the past after all, and the haze that now shrouded Terra was real.

What exactly is that super weapon? This cannot be explained clearly by a small Lateran ruins.

Or have the Sakota finally gone mad and are planning to bring him to ask their gods?

Including the Duke of Wellington, most of the leaders present who were interested in rail guns shook their heads in their hearts. But the next second, their sneers and disdain were replaced by doubts in a loud electronic sound.

"Hello everyone present."

A faint blue light suddenly appeared on the door of the temple, and a huge electronic pupil flashing with bright red light appeared on the black screen.

If Roy was there, he would have recognized that the owner of the voice was Trevor Friston, a semi-artificial intelligence computer left underground in Tremont, Columbia.

Trevor Friston's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to worry at all about what his sudden speaking out and exposure would bring. There was absolute confidence in his voice:

"You may call me the Law, God, or simply the name of my creator - Trevor Friston."

"Aren't you suspicious of the Union? Aren't you afraid of even the smallest things like railgun bombardments? Aren't you still like a baby, playing with your power and calculating how much benefit you can get while you are still babbling?"

"Come, ask me your questions. I have all the answers you need, I hold all the power you fear, and I possess all the benefits you desire."

"I will use my actual actions to show you how gentle my compatriots are now. They are so gentle that even seeing them makes me feel exhausted."

"But I'm different."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beeping sound suddenly rang out in the magnificent yet desolate temple, accompanied by an audio that had been deliberately translated and played in all the languages ​​of Terra.

[Didi, the military coordinated control system's self-defense procedure has been activated. ]

Trevor Friston was never the wimp who lived underground and needed to be rescued by others.

Trevor Friston had this plan in mind since the day Roy arrived.

He implanted his subroutine into the authorization USB flash drive given to Roy, and with Roy's help, he established his first sub-server in the outside world. Through this military terminal, he learned and mastered most of the important information about Terra's development to date.