People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Christen doesn't care about Oripathy, Originium, or anything else she can disregard, as long as you can contribute to her spacefaring dream, she will protect you at any cost.

She was just that kind of pure person... a pure madwoman?

Levi and Ernst were old acquaintances. They knew each other before Levi joined Rhine Labs, and even had a private conversation that led Levi, who had initially refused to join Rhine, to suddenly change his mind. In this respect, Chris owed Ernst a favor.

The three of them were essentially one person protecting another, one person helping another, and one person knowing the other's background.

A true ironclad alliance.

Christensen could be even more outspoken with them than with Seria.

However, after hearing Christensen's idea, Levi nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head:

"Shackles?"

He looked at Ernst and asked curiously.

"Ernst, what do you think?"

Ernst hesitated for a moment before replying:

"It's not necessarily entirely a shackle."

“Kristen, as you can see, I am not omniscient about the universe. Beyond the isolation layer, there is not only the starry sky, but also the [dirty things] lurking there, and other potential troubles.”

“If we hadn’t made preparations beforehand, Safar’s accident could have easily led to a huge disaster. If that had happened, you would have been the first to suffer.”

Ernst Road,

"In any case, the existence of the isolation layer has indeed helped us keep out the filth from outer space. Everything has multiple sides; it may indeed be a cage, but sometimes a cage can also be used to protect against wild beasts."

Christensen wanted to retort, but remembering her disgraceful behavior at the research institute yesterday, she gritted her teeth and simply clicked her tongue.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, Ernst's words do have some merit.

Because her ideal is to tear through the barrier herself and see the real starry sky, she cannot ignore such an accident.

The dead cannot fulfill their dreams.

Compared to Kristen's ideas, Ernst's associations were actually deeper.

Was the existence of the isolation layer, this "cage," intended to prevent the Terrans from exploring space, and coincidentally blocked the evil forces, thus "doing good with bad intentions," or was its very purpose of construction "doing bad with good intentions"?

Ernst thought of the Angel of Peace, the Colossus weapon in the game that was the gentlest of several destructive weapons.

It won't turn your home into a +8 mine, nor will it brainwash you into a mass brainwashing; it will simply turn you into a glass bead, depriving you of any "possibilities."

It's roughly the difference between life imprisonment with a suspended death sentence and outright execution.

However, the Angels of Euthanasia have advantages that other colossi and even giant structures cannot match.

The "glass beads" it generates are the only means to preserve a planet under the devastating firepower of the Heavenly Soldiers that can destroy galaxies.

Although this is only the worst-case scenario, if it really comes down to life and death, to the brink of extinction, would humanity choose to seal off a planet with euthanasia angels to preserve hope?

Or rather, the right to preserve the slow, desperate despair?

Ernst couldn't say for sure. After all, it was just a conjecture. Compared to true angels of euphoria, Terra's isolation layer was neither euphoric, nor angelic, nor a colossal structure; people could walk right out of it, so it wasn't particularly powerful.

The reason for its existence is not something Ernst could figure out by pondering for days and nights.

So Ernst pulled his wandering thoughts back and asked instead:

"Levy, why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of it."

"I don't understand the language either. It seems that none of you have any clue either?"

Christen shook his head, and Ernst shrugged helplessly.

"This thing might need a translation machine."

Christensen said,

"But the sample size is too small, just one sentence, with no control group at all. It's too difficult to create a translation machine with that kind of data..."

Levi nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with Christensen's opinion.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat somber for a moment.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, and scientists are no exception. Trying to translate a language and understand the meaning of a short, incomprehensible recording is indeed quite challenging.

This isn't like looking up a dictionary.

Let alone such a short passage, in Ernst's previous life, there were many cuneiform and oracle bone inscriptions that still remain undeciphered to this day.

Ernst suddenly missed the translation software from his past life. He could simply open it on a computer or phone, play audio, and it would translate automatically. He didn't even need to manually type in the text.

Although translation software can be quite unethical at times. In Ernst's past life, there were many who would take classical Chinese texts and translate them 50 times using Google Translate, then create videos of the translations and post them online – the humor and viewership were truly exceptional!

Unfortunately, this is Terra, where there are no computers or translation software.

Ernst: "........."

Wait, really not?

Ernst suddenly stood up.

If it's about computers, he actually knows one.

These are not the electronic devices used by the people of Terra today, but rather genuine relics, suspected to be from a pre-existing civilization that once existed on the land of Terra.

—The Law beneath Lateran.

The machine whose initial page displays "Hello, world!" is also referred to by Mostima as the "shackles"!

Use one shackle to unlock another; use their own spear to attack their own shield; the one who tied the knot must untie it!

Just because they can't solve it doesn't mean that the mysterious pre-civilization can't solve it!

As a super civilization capable of directly applying the Holy Kara buff to the entire population with a single machine, it's highly likely they were unaware of the signal so close at hand. It's extremely probable that their machine contained the relevant translation!

Perhaps, the audio recorded in this communication is even a language from a pre-civilization!

When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you!

Looking at the two people who seemed somewhat bewildered by his sudden action, Ernst gave them a bright smile:

"set off!"

Levy/Kristen: "Where to?"

"Latran City!"

PS: Unknown language from a previous civilization

Chapter 331 I sat atop a high snow-capped mountain, listening to the Flame Demon recount tales of the past.

"A private suite at the Kjerag Hotel, one seat available. This way, please."

The waiter kindly opened the door to the room, and Ivangelista XI walked in slowly. He stopped at the doorway, cautiously surveyed the room, and only after confirming that there were no Sarkaz did he breathe a slight sigh of relief and reveal a wry smile.

"Prime Minister Ernst, you really gave me a fright."

Ernst was taken aback.

I didn't expect this opening line.

While waiting for Ivangelist XI, he did indeed think that when he arrived, he would say something like:

"Hey Deng, let me check your computer specs!" That's just a joke.

But this is just a thought.

This is the Sheraton Grand Hotel, not the Gulag Grand Hotel. There are private rooms and suites, and each person has a private seat. They won't actually let an old man experience the tiger bench.

Unexpectedly, before he could even speak, Ivangelista XI started complaining first.

King Ivangelista XI had no intention of beating around the bush. Seeing Ernst's bewildered expression, he helplessly shrugged:

“Prime Minister Ernst, there are no outsiders here. Let’s talk behind closed doors and not bother with formalities.”

"The Lateran's current status on this land is partly due to our control of firearms, but more importantly, it undoubtedly relies on the Lateran religion."

"On this land, three great nations have established Lateranism as their state religion. In addition, there are countless regions, organizations, and individuals who believe in Lateranism. If it weren't for their existence, the Holy City could not be the Holy City."

Ernst knew he was telling the truth as soon as Ivangelista XI opened his mouth.

Lateran is, after all, a small country, and as a city-state, its supply of resources is destined to be unsufficient.

Simply by relying on themselves, they were able to ensure that no one in the city starved to death, which already showed Ivanjelista XI's competence. Not to mention that they had long maintained the city's position at the top of the Terran's list of the highest living standards, making the vast majority of Laterano's inhabitants feel happy.

Much of their funding comes from donations from believers and organizations around the world, as well as foreign exchange generated from tourism. They then use this money to purchase and import the necessary supplies.

But, to be honest, why did Ivangelista XI suddenly bring this up?

Under Ernst's questioning gaze, Ivangelista XI continued:

"To support the business of the Holy City, I've been working incredibly hard during this period of the World Expo, even though I'm old and frail."

Lateran? Hardworking?

You two are simply not a good match for this word.

Besides, what kind of work can you do? You, the Pope, can't exactly be a bricklayer, can you?

etc.......

Ernst suddenly realized something and looked at Ivangelista XI with some disbelief.

If we're talking about what the Pope can do, then that's probably the only thing he can do.

However, you are the Pope, after all. If you do it yourself, doesn't it seem a bit beneath your status?

Oh, that's right. Everyone present was either a Grand Tutor or a Duke. Even if Ivangelista XI hadn't met the hidden President of Colombia, the presence of all those wealthy and powerful members of the delegations from various countries would have certainly given him a run for his money.

His status and position weren't exactly lowered. Rather, it seemed that his obsession with Sakota was the wrong thing to do. King Ivangelista XI probably didn't even realize the taboo surrounding this.

Although he found it hard to believe, Ernst still tried to verify it:

"Your Holiness, you wouldn't be... on a missionary mission, would you?"

"To be precise, it should be called preaching."

King Ivangelista XI explained,

“I have to do something. Besides, I’m not the only one doing this.”

Ernst leaned back slightly in a tactical manner and gasped:

"You're not the only one?"

"His Excellency the Grand Inquisitor of Iberia is doing the same thing. He's doing it much more radically than I am."

King Ivangelista XI nodded matter-of-factly, his expression showing considerable admiration.

He didn't know how Dario managed to pluck feathers from those Ironfeather Beasts that Evangelist XI couldn't even see the gaps in! Every time he made a move, it seemed like he reaped a great harvest, and many times, the effect he achieved with just a slight movement was already the limit of Evangelist XI's abilities.

Lateranism is very influential, and it's true that Iberians believe in Lateranism, but Lateran is also the birthplace of Lateranism. When did it become that even the Pope himself, preaching, is less appealing than a "heretic" branch of Lateranism in Iberia?

This left Ivangelist XI completely baffled.

Ernst was equally baffled.

Yes, both Iberia and Lateran were indeed followers of Lateranism.

But the problem is, this isn't Lateran or Iberia, is it? Guess what the Sherag people believe in?

You're basically going to preach Christianity on green land. Wow, you haven't even been beaten up yet.

Ernst himself did not have a very strong religious sentiment, but even so, he felt that Ivangelista XI’s behavior was a bit awkward, let alone that of the “simple and kind-hearted fellow countryman of Sherag.”

You're truly grateful to have lived in a good era for not being "hung up."

Wait a minute, could it be that when Ivangelista XI first entered the door, he was complaining about the righteous iron fist he received from his fellow countryman, Kjerag?

Ernst suddenly had a hellish thought.

In the past, a form of punishment in Sherag involved nailing criminals to their bodies and hanging them up. You know what, that punishment actually had a bit of that feel to it.

If we were to innovate and instead hang people on the mountain, we could hang energy-saving and environmentally friendly crosses instead, wouldn't King Ivangelista XI be able to make preparations and study in advance how to play the revival match seven days later?

Fortunately, Ivangelista XI spoke up, putting an end to the increasingly horrifying thoughts in Ernst's mind.