Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

But Tracy had caused him too much trouble in recent times, especially the infiltration into Lateran, which was even more troublesome.

The Sakota is not something that shapeshifters can easily imitate. The halo above their heads does not belong to them, but comes from the so-called God, that is, the law. That thing has no entity at all, and it cannot be touched. It is difficult for shapeshifters to imitate it, so it is almost impossible to disguise as a Sakota to enter Lateran.

The only suitable way is to disguise as a Liberi, and there are many Liberi in the city of Lateran.

But the household registration management in Lateran City is very strict, especially after the International Conference. It seems that the Sakotas have stepped up their patrols, and it is almost impossible to pretend to be a Liberi. You must have an identity.

"I still have the identities of Liberians in different regions. But I really don't want to be exposed in a place like this."

The shapeshifter sighed and raised his hands to cover his face. All of his flesh and blood began to roll like waves. A few seconds later, when he released his hands covering his face, his appearance had been completely changed and he had become a tall Liberian with very deep facial features.

The clothes around him also changed accordingly. Those clothes, which were originally mimicry and transformed from his body, began to wriggle. The black and green hooded leather jacket gradually shrank and changed into a gray-blue military uniform.

This style of military uniform is not very common anymore, but it seems that many clothes now still retain some of its characteristics. If someone has experienced that era, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the uniform of senior officers when the Gallic Empire still existed.

He became Leite, a Gallic survivor, a native of Liberia, and the commander of the current Londinium defense army, with the rank of lieutenant colonel.

This is a relatively sensitive identity, but it is also the result of careful selection by the shapeshifter.

It was no secret that Londinium was now occupied by the Sarkaz, but many people had not yet thought of the worst and most realistic situation. Most people still believed that the Sarkaz only controlled part of Londinium, and that the nobles of the city council and the city defense army were still checking and balancing them. This included several grand dukes. No matter what they actually thought in their hearts, at least on the surface, they all thought so.

Going to Lateran with this identity was a test. If the Sakotas let him in, he could observe openly. If not, he could at least get some information, such as whether the formation of the Alliance of Nations was another attempt by a green lynx to play a family tree elimination game with the Sarkaz.

The journey from Victoria to Rutland is not far, and it only takes four or five days for a shapeshifter to walk.

Soon, the towering walls of Lateran appeared before the shapeshifter's eyes.

The members of the Lateran Garrison guarding the city soon spotted a Liberian man dressed as an officer arriving at the walls of Lateran, exhausted and holding a document authorized by the Londinium City Council, and they informed the captain on duty.

The captain of the garrison quickly came down from the tower and arrived at the quarantine gate. He looked up and down at the guest who had come from afar and asked:

"Lieutenant Colonel Wright, from Londinium to Rutland? That's a long distance. How did you get here?"

Lieutenant Colonel Wright shook his head with a serious expression: "I need to talk to the Pope alone."

"I'm sorry, but the Saint is very busy recently. If you want to see him, you must first make an appointment through the Pope's Office. If you want to step into the Pope's Office, you must first pass the review."

The captain of the garrison replied calmly,

"When the Congress of Nations convened, the Londinium City Council did not send a representative. Why did you arrive with the documents so long after the conference closed?"

Lieutenant Colonel Wright was silent for a moment, as if he was a little annoyed, but he spoke helplessly:

"Because I walked all the way here. I had to avoid the Sarkaz pursuers while getting supplies, so I was unable to make it to the meeting. The date of issuance on the document can prove the time when I left Londinium. As for my identity, I will prove it to His Holiness."

The issue date is of course unreliable. As long as you have a pen, you can fill in next year as the date.

But Lieutenant Colonel Wright's words were indeed very convincing, and the captain of the garrison could hardly find any fault with them. He could only answer according to the rules:

"I'm sorry, the city of Lateran is under martial law recently, and no one is allowed to enter at will. If necessary, you can wait in the guard lounge for a while. I will report to the Pope's Office, and the relevant commissioner will be responsible for reviewing the matter."

"How long will it take?" asked Lieutenant Colonel Wright, frowning.

"About three days," the captain replied.

This time is already too fast. Ever since the ringing of the holy bell and the revelation of the law, the Pope's Office has been holding meetings almost day and night. It is one thing to see if there is anyone who is willing to enter the city to review this matter. Even if there are occasional responses, most of them are rejections.

But who would have thought that Lieutenant Colonel Wright suddenly became angry and shouted in a stern voice without warning:

"Is the International Conference going to turn a blind eye to the Sarkaz in Londinium?!"

The roar almost scared the captain of the garrison. He never expected that Wright, who had just been forbearing, would suddenly attack. He also stood up, and the guards around him drew their spears and pointed them at Lieutenant Colonel Wright.

But the shapeshifter looked righteous and shouted:

"The City Council originally received news that Lateran convened the International Conference in order to form a coalition and clear out the Sarkaz who were entrenched in Londinium. That's why I risked my life to leave the city and rush to the conference to provide intelligence about the city to the coalition. I didn't expect that I wouldn't even have the chance to enter the city. It seems that the coalition is just a joke!"

The captain of the garrison looked at the Liberian man in front of him in confusion, and felt that this man was a bit crazy:

"When will Lateran form a coalition to attack the Sarkaz in Londinium?"

"The Universal Conference was held by His Majesty the Saint, who received an oracle from God, asking all nations to unite to fight the natural disaster. Your Grand Duke has no objection to a group of Sarkaz people in Londinium, so what does it have to do with us?"

The shapeshifter frowned and followed up with a question, "Natural Scourge?"

"Yes, natural disasters. The ocean, Originium, and ice fields, the three major natural disasters."

The captain of the garrison said simply, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he changed the subject.

"If you really want to enter the city, there is another way. Migra, go get the new Angel, the one that was just issued by the Papal Palace."

The captain of the garrison gave instructions to a team member named Migra beside him. The team member nodded and left. A moment later, he returned to the quarantine gate with a triangular UFO that looked like a drone but had no propellers.

"Let it do a scan. Just make sure there's nothing abnormal." The captain of the guard pointed at the UFO. "But this thing has certain risks. We haven't fully learned how to use it yet. Are you sure you want to use it?"

The captain of the garrison left half of his words. After the machine was issued, the Pope's Office once used a machine to demonstrate to them. For those with abnormalities, such as the conch confiscated by the Pope's Office from the Iberian female deep-sea bishop, this thing would immediately sound the alarm and then launch an attack. Because that had been set by the law, it was a [threat].

If there is no problem when Wright uses it, then everyone will be happy. If there is a problem, it will be regarded as a threat by the Angels, and the Guards will naturally take action without having to report to the Pope's Office.

Under the gaze of the garrison captain, Lieutenant Colonel Wright looked at this machine he had never seen before for a while, then nodded.

The shapeshifters' disguises were so good that even the closest acquaintances could hardly detect them, and they had never been seen through by machines. He didn't think this would be an exception.

The word "natural disaster" has aroused the interest of the Shapeshifter. He really wants to enter the martial law-bound city of Lateran to find out what's going on. So he opened his arms and let the captain of the guard lead the [Angel] to him.

The silver-white UFO passed by him, seemingly harmless. The shapeshifter was aware that he had not revealed any flaws, and just waited for the sound of the scan to be heard.

But the next second, the red camera of the Angel suddenly shone brightly, and then a piercing alarm sounded. Before the guards could react, a brilliant light shot out from the lower corner of the Angel's triangle and pierced through the head of "Lieutenant Colonel Wright" in front of them.

The slime melted, and although it had not yet reached the point of collapse, the shapeshifter suddenly felt that his clone could no longer be maintained. He had no choice but to terminate the control, and watched his body explode like jelly with shock in his eyes.

It was not just because his disguise was exposed. The machine decisively launched an attack. It was also because the energy emitted from the beam that just killed his clone instantly reminded him of something bad.

He still remembered the last person who used this strange power to fight. That woman's name was Kal'tsit.

Damn it, I guessed it right, how come that troublesome woman is related to Rutland again?

PS: I went to Guizhou two days ago, and I caught a cold as soon as I arrived. I started to have a fever, runny nose and cough. I stayed in the hotel for two days right after the trip.

I feel better today, so I'll make up for it. This is a big chapter, 3k5

Volume 1: Chapter 294: Sacred Scriptures and Aboriginal Peoples

"Huh? Someone triggered the security drone?"

In the Lateran Palace, deep underground, the Temple of the Law.

Trevor Friston made a sound of surprise and confusion.

With the help of this well-functioning armament management system, he was gradually turning the entire Lateran into a fortress. Those weapons that had been sealed for a long time, as long as they were not damaged, had begun to be activated under his command, pouring out from the ground and wandering in Lateran.

Originally, without the management of a unified combat command AI, these weapons could not actually exert their full intelligence and combat effectiveness. However, Trevor Friston replaced the role of military AI to a certain extent. His huge computing power was enough to cover every drone. The military security drones called "Angels" by the guards were one of them. They were Trevor Friston's eyes and his tentacles to contact the outside world.

Now, this tentacle was accidentally touched, and immediately attracted Trevor Friston's attention. He temporarily put aside his plan to continue reading the tens of thousands of letters from outer space, and transferred part of his "thoughts" to the small drone, allowing the data stream it generated to flow into his [brain].

"No. 0-123, perform the inspection mission——"

"It is a local indigenous species with a high risk level. It does not comply with safety regulations. No usable safety identification code was detected!"

"Warning, liquidation measures are about to be implemented, threat level 4, activate level 4 weapons, shoot!"

Trevor Friston paused. If he still had a face, his brows would have been tightly furrowed.

Local indigenous creatures?

He glanced at the picture information. It showed just an ordinary birdman. Well, according to Roy, it should be a Liberi. At most, he was dressed better, with a style similar to those of ancient human nobles in the old times.

Although he still hadn't figured out why these small animals evolved into human-like creatures, he had some vague guesses. But what were the indigenous creatures?

He was just a scientific researcher and did not actually participate in the development of each planet. He was not clear about the colonization process of Terra by the previous civilization. If the machine's report was correct, then this planet originally had indigenous people?

Trevor Friston can be sure that Liberi is definitely not an indigenous person. Similarly, those creatures that can obviously correspond to animals known to humans are not indigenous people. So the Liberi in this picture should be some kind of disguise.

"It exploded after death and turned into a pool of jelly-like liquid. Interesting."

Trevor Friston's curiosity was aroused for the first time in a long time. He immediately summoned the nearest detection machine to the East Quarantine Gate and used it to collect the jelly on the ground. At the same time, he sent an email to Roy, who might know something about the Aboriginals.

.........

The sea breeze in Iberia is very cold, especially after the Second Great Silence, and the coastline has become much more desolate.

Many of the coastal cities that had their structures intact could not survive the catastrophe. The ruins and broken walls were the main theme of civilization. The Iberians who had lived in these buildings were gone. Roy did not know their whereabouts. Did they escape when the Great Silence came? Or were they drowned by the overwhelming terror fish? Or did they become one of them?

Among the sea monsters that Roy blew up with his earth-shattering blow, was there also the figure of an Iberian who once tried hard to survive?

Roy found it difficult to think deeply about these things. It was meaningless to torture himself with morality like this, and it would only add unnecessary guilt to himself.

He rode on Rohinnant, his loyal mount that snorted and occasionally neighed like a real warhorse. If it weren't for the strange lines and blue veins all over the camouflaged skin, he really looked like a majestic Pegasus.

Although I am grateful that this Tianma is not as easy to ride as Lin Guang.

He had been wandering along this coastline for three days, but still could not find any trace of Saint Carmen. Theoretically, for an old man who was already a century old, he should not be able to go too far when facing the mighty tide of terrifying fish.

Roy had to consider the worst possibility.

Sea turtles have a strong assimilative ability. Those who eat the flesh and blood of sea turtles, those who have sea turtle cells implanted in them, or even those who are just attached to or parasitized by sea turtles, are extremely easily assimilated by sea turtles.

Once assimilation begins, their bodies will be alienated faster than their spirits. Scales and webbed hands are the most basic. Many people will directly alienate fins, parotid glands, etc. Don't think that after sea assimilation, there will be almost no changes like Roy and Skadi. They are exceptions among exceptions. How many people can be chosen by Poseidon and the last knight?

The possibility that Saint Carmen would fight his way out of the sea tide was actually very small. It was not impossible for him to be swallowed up, drowned, or even assimilated and become part of the Great Silence. The probability was even higher. It was only because Dario and Roy believed, or hoped, that Carmen could survive that they had this search.

Now it seems that this may just be a fantasy...

"Mr. Knight! Mr. Knight!"

Suddenly, a somewhat weak cry came from a distance. Roy, who was floating on the sea, tightened the reins that grew out of Rohinnant's nostrils. The sea horse let out a long neigh, stopped suddenly, and turned its head.

Roy saw a thin young man wearing a green robe and dressed as a priest waving at him.

He raised his eyebrows, thinking that the outfit looked somewhat familiar, but for a moment he could not remember where this sense of déjà vu came from. After a quick glance and not sensing Hai Si's presence on him, he sheathed his sword and rode forward, saying:

"Need any help?"

The boy had a simple mushroom-shaped haircut that covered his eyes, making people wonder how he could see the road ahead. He carefully took out a book from his arms and handed it to Roy, saying:

"Sir Knight, please accept it."

Roy looked at the cover of the book, his expression slightly stunned, and asked: "What is this?"

"This was given to me by an old judge. He asked me to give this book to his apprentice."

"Carmen...but I'm not his apprentice." Roy answered, but he didn't refuse the book handed over by the boy. There was a night-sun grass tucked inside the book. "Which direction did he go? How long has he been gone?"

"He went west and has been walking for almost three days." The young man said, "He said his apprentice would save Iberia. I saw you kill all the sea monsters on the coast with my own eyes. You are the hero!"

"Please help the judge. He looks... not quite right."

Before he could finish his words, he raised his head tremblingly, and Roy had disappeared in front of him.

Volume 1: Chapter 295 He defeated Hai Si again

kill.

If fish come to the shore, they should be killed. If the sea brings disaster, they should be killed. If the Deep Sea Cultists rebel against humanity, they should all be killed!

From the moment she walked out of the Tribunal building and rode alone into the waves of the sea, Carmen never thought about coming back alive.

He was already over a hundred years old. Liberi was not an immortal species with a long lifespan. For an old man, being over a hundred years old was already the end of his life and he could die at any time. But the Iberian Inquisition could not do without him, and Iberia could not do without him, so he voluntarily accepted the transformation of the secret technique and forcibly extended his lifespan.

The truth is always plain and simple, and a little old-fashioned. Since it is a secret technique, it must have a price. He stopped the continuous aging of his body, and replaced it with the continuous fragility of his spirit. At this stage, even sleep is a luxury for him. He must always be on his toes and never slack off, so as to avoid his consciousness suddenly becoming scattered at some point and becoming an empty shell without a soul.

But this time, he really let go of his spirit. He brandished the sword in his hand and wantonly bathed in the blood of the deformed monster, as if to release all the repression in this life.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Monsters must be killed, traitors must be killed, Poseidon must be killed, and anyone who dares to harbor ill will towards Iberia must be killed!

It was a wonderful feeling. After releasing his suppressed emotions and spirit, he felt truly liberated. His limbs became lighter, his movements became faster, his swordsmanship became more sophisticated, and he seemed to have returned to his peak state in his youth, the Carmen who could fight with the great Alfonso in martial arts and debate with Bishop Sacotta from Lateran in literature.

He was alone, but incredibly powerful, and he crashed into the ranks of sea monsters like an energetic tiger rushing into a flock of weak lambs, and the rest was slaughtered.

He killed his way out, then turned around and killed his way back in, then killed his way out again, then killed his way back in again. When he had only one bullet left, he subconsciously put away his cannon. He continued to fight with the rapier with a curled blade. When the rapier finally broke, he pulled out the spine of a terrifying fish alive, and used the hideous spike as a second sword to continue fighting.

He didn't remember how long he had been killing or how many he had killed. He only remembered that at a certain moment, the number of terrifying fish in front of him suddenly began to decrease until they disappeared completely. Then, a beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, like a tree of light, brilliant and dazzling.

This suddenly made him feel a little more normal.

"The fish tide has receded? Do you want to go back to the Tribunal?"

He thought. He could go back. He was a saint, the only one left among the twelve saints named after Iberia. He was the spiritual pillar of the entire Inquisition and the totem symbol of Iberia's survival. Even if his spirit had deteriorated infinitely, even if he felt that he was dying, as long as he walked to the castle of the Inquisition, no one would dare not open the door to welcome his return and cheer for him.

The fact that he is still alive can inspire his apprentice Dario and encourage him to continue to resist...

But he lowered his head, looked at his right hand, and sighed deeply.

On the first day of the battle with Hai Si, the Inquisitors will be informed of this fact by their master - try to stay away from Hai Si's corpses, it is strictly forbidden to eat them, and it is best not to even touch them!

These horrific monsters are not only soldiers, but also sources of infection. They are dead, but their flesh and blood are still fully alive. Long-term contact or direct ingestion will cause them to multiply in the body. Once the human body is infected by sea cells, it will soon become a part of them.