Arknights, but keeping Terra in captivity

This scene stunned the rebels who followed the two cats and broke into the holy city for the first time.

They have been fighting with the Holy City for so many years and have never had a chance of winning, but these two cats just came up and kicked the door open, and then walked in so brazenly?

If someone didn’t know, they would think you two cats had gone home.

This naturally made the group of rebels sneak a few glances at the lost Kal'tsit.

Although they didn't know who the two cats were, they were definitely related to the lost Kal'tsit.

Triplets? Clones? They couldn't possibly be mass-produced humanoid weapons...?

But not only them, the lost Kal'tsit herself was also confused.

Lost Kal'tsit knows who she is, a creation of a previous civilization, Ama-10.

Although her model... the initial plan was indeed to mass-produce it...

But in the end, Kal'tsit should be the only one who succeeds, right?

So where did these two cats that look exactly like me come from?

A backup for the previous civilization? A sister machine? Or...

Lost Kal'tsit brainstormed for a while, but unfortunately, she couldn't figure out that there was a god who caught her from the parallel world like a doll.

And now there is no time for the lost Kal'tsit to think too much.

Because the rescue cat and the normal cat seemed to be unfamiliar with the way, their speed of advancement was... a bit slow.

But this slowness is based on the premise that you cannot walk in a straight line.

Those two cats can't fly, and they don't have the hobby of thinking, "There's no way out? If I break down this wall, there will be a way out."

So they had to take frequent detours, but the two cats had an unusually clear destination, as if...

"It's as if the two of them were looking down at the entire holy city from a high altitude and got a rough idea of ​​the route..."

Thinking of this, the lost Kal'tsit couldn't help but look up and glance at the sky.

But there was nothing.

There is only a roar whistling in my ears:

"Stop them!"

"They are entering the temple!"

"Support! Come and support!"

Following this sound, the lost Kal'tsit looked down and saw that the two cats had already entered the temple.

He turned his head again and looked behind him, and found that the support of the Holy Guards Cavalry was coming from the rear.

Kel'tsit, who was lost, could only shout: "Follow them into the temple! Be alert!"

Just as he finished speaking, when Kel'tsit and the others who had lost their way also broke into the temple:

"Who are you? Oh... I recognize you, Kal'tsit. Although I don't know why you became two, I don't remember summoning you. Ever since you were expelled by the 'Law', you are no longer allowed to set foot in this holy city—"

There was only one person in the temple, and that was the Pope dressed in black.

The Pope turned his back to the savior cat and the normal cat, and did not seem to be in the least bit frightened or panicked even though a thief had broken in.

But the rescue cat and the normal cat looked at each other.

"Excommunicated by the 'Law'?"

"Not allowed to step here again?"

"Does that sound like her style to you?"

"picture."

The rescue cat and the normal cat had a brief conversation.

The 'she' they were referring to was naturally Prissise.

If it weren't for Chen Ran, the God, reminding them, they might have really been confused about why the law didn't allow Kal'tsit to enter the city.

but now……

[Prisseth woke up and planned to work from home. He opened his laptop, but his cat, Kal'tsit, jumped onto the keyboard and started messing with it.]

[So, in a rage, Precious grabbed Kelsey by the scruff of her neck and threw her out the door.]

"Go away, don't disturb me while I'm working. I won't spoil you like the Prophet does. If you dare to mess with me again, I'll throw you away and make you a stray cat." Precious pointed at Kal'tsit and cursed, then closed the door.

But Kal'tsit is just a cat. She doesn't understand human language. She only knows that she was thrown out, so she starts scratching the door, "Let me in! Let me in! Why did you throw me out!"

It seems... uh... this plot makes sense?

So the conversation between the rescue cat and the normal cat just now means:

"Could Priss do such a thing? Did she throw us out because she was annoyed by us?"

'She can do it.'

After the rescue cat and the normal cat reached a consensus, they nodded.

They were even too lazy to listen to what His Holiness the Pope was muttering.

"He's completely obsessed."

"He's talking nonsense."

"Mon3tr."

"Go and clear the Pope's head."

So when the lost Kal'tsit and the others arrived at this temple.

What I saw was a Mon3t grabbing the Pope's leg, lifting it up and starting to swing it like a windmill.

After swinging it in a circle and throwing it out, the other Mon3tr stretched out its claws to catch it and continued to swing it like a windmill.

Chapter 141 Two cats are singing Hakimi, it’s so funny.

The scene was filled with the Pope's "Ah ...

And those two Mon3trs, as if they still had childishness, were standing there and making cheerful noises of clapping each other's hands.

Lost Kal'tsit: "..."

Rebels: "..."

The Holy Guards musketeers who came to support: "..."

It’s just... well... it seems a little different from the imagined scene of rivers of blood and fierce fighting... huh?

This scene could even be said to be slightly funny, and it stunned almost everyone.

But the lost Kal'tsit is not stupid. After all, she also has a Mon3tr, and she knows that Mon3tr still has a childlike heart. So although this situation is unexpected, it is also within her expectations.

So while everyone else was still confused, the lost Kal'tsit immediately turned around and looked around.

After discovering that the savior cat and the normal cat were not at the scene, Lost Kal'tsit immediately guessed something.

She found the Originium curtain behind the throne, where she saw a staircase leading down.

"Lemuean."

The lost Kal'tsit called out softly, which brought Lemiaoan, who was still blinking and seemed to be itching to join the two Mon3trs in the windmill game, back to his senses immediately.

Looking up, Remnant immediately understood. She called on the other rebels and immediately retreated behind the two Mon3trs. After joining the Mon3trs, she raised her guns, staffs and other weapons and aimed them at the Holy Guards musketeers who came to support her.

Seeing this, the lost Kal'tsit followed the downward stairs and rushed towards the other two cats.

In the temple, the Holy Guards musketeers who came to support, after being confused at first, finally came to their senses one by one.

“The Pope—!!!!”

"What have you done to His Holiness the Pope? Thieves! Put your hands up!"

The Holy Guard Gun Rider roared, startling the two Mon3trs who were having fun.

As soon as his claws loosened, the Pope, who was swung like a windmill, finally fell to the ground.

"Pope! Your Holiness, are you okay?!"

The Pope responded to the Holy Guard musketeers by kneeling on the ground and opening his mouth: "Yue——!"

Rebels: "..."

The Holy Guards musketeers who came to support: "..."

Well... after all, you were hit by a windmill, so it's normal to feel dizzy and vomit.

When the Holy Guards saw this, they immediately raised their weapons in anger: "What blasphemous deeds have you thieves committed! Go to hell! The Lord says so!"

Those two Mon3trs were already furious from the start because they were frightened. Now, instead of surrendering, you dare to fight back against us?

The two Mon3trs immediately rolled up their sleeves—well, they weren't in human form anymore, so they didn't have sleeves.

But this did not prevent Mon3tr from stretching out his claws and lifting up the Pope who was vomiting happily again.

Then, as if holding a human club, Mon3tr swung the Pope with great vigor.

'Come here!'

This is roughly what Mon3tr meant.

"mean!"

This act, as if they were taking the Pope as a hostage, already made the group of Holy Guards musketeers look aggrieved.

As a result, the Pope was still vomiting, and before he finished vomiting, he was lifted up and waved by Mon3tr.

So the scene became Mon3tr waving the Pope, while the Pope kept vomiting [Yue——Yue——].

It's like a mop covered in shit, and whoever comes will die.

The rebels who were hiding behind the two Mon3trs and had thought there would be a big battle were now stunned and looked at each other in confusion.

"Uh……"

Someone in the resistance finally lost their temper: "Why do I feel like... we're more like the bad guys now...?"

"Take the feeling away."

"Wow! The Pope vomited here!"

"Alas--"

"Retreat! Retreat! These two Mon3tr can't tell friend from foe!"

Not to mention the reaction of the rebels, even the group of Holy Guards musketeers now have a look of confusion on their faces.

Some people are still alive, but they might as well be dead...

I guess this is the current situation...?

These Holy Guard musketeers couldn't even imagine that if they really rescued His Holiness the Pope in the end...how would they describe this incident to others later?

The Pope turned into a spitting child, and with just a sound of "Yue——", he made the thieves retreat in just one move, not daring to come forward?

Holy Guards Rifleman: "..."

Or... Your Holiness? You should just go with peace of mind.

……

……

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Hurry!

Lost Kal'tsit couldn't fly, so she had to jump down the stairs to speed up time.

The rebels must be fighting a decisive battle with the Holy Guards musketeers now, right?

So we must find the two cats as soon as possible and rush back to help to avoid unnecessary casualties.

So hurry up!

The mainframe of the 'Law', which is the fulcrum of the creation paradise of the former civilization, will certainly not be placed carelessly on the ground.