Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"And why can ordinary people defeat them...?"

"What kind of beliefs do these "fools" hold...to fight against their creations that have no chance of winning?"

There was a little confusion in the words of the United Star Governor, or curiosity——

"Hmm...has the wreckage been digested by those remaining Haisi?"

After getting the answer, Gladia nodded, and she automatically ignored the following few sentences that were sarcastic towards Agor, who never gave her a good look when it came to the topic of Haiji - and then , she frowned at the thought...

"If you say so, there is a sea heir swarm moving nearby - and the scale is definitely not small..."

Gloria, who thought of something, ignored the concept of respecting the deceased, and after muttering apology, she checked the equipment and notes on the judge's remains.

"Hey... all the ammunition and medicines on his body are empty - a lone judge will maintain at least three to five ammunition and material bases to meet the long-term tracking and hunting needs he needs to face..."

"Well...here, the Inquisitor's Notes—"

Gladia continued to search for the remains and found her target, an inquisitor's notebook.

"..."

"Sir Cabot - we need to go to a small town in the distance immediately to warn the local residents of the coming disaster."

Gloria, who quickly scanned the judge's notes, raised her head and looked at Miss Xing Du who was still looking at the judge's remains in confusion.

"The Inquisitor's notes mentioned that he discovered that a group of Haihei's "tentacles" were advancing inland - he can no longer bring this news back, we must remind those Iberians."

"Ms. Cabot? Ms. Cabot!"

Looking at the woman in black robe who paid no attention to her intention, Gladia instantly raised her voice.

"What are you thinking?"

"What makes them so stubborn...?"

"I think it is religion—the predecessor of the Iberian Tribunal, the Iberian State Church, which was reorganized into the Tribunal during the Great Quiet of Iberia and maintained the current order in Iberia."

Gloria, who was stunned for a moment, quickly found out the knowledge about Iberia in Agor's records.

"religion...."

The woman in the black robe frowned, seemed a little displeased, and then relaxed slightly as she thought of something, as if she chose to understand.

"That's right...they call it Lateranism, a sect that came from the Lateran Theocracy, but I don't know anything about Lateranism and the Lateran Theocracy itself. ..."

Gloria, who nodded, seemed to have noticed the change in Cabot's expression, and she was a little puzzled first——

"Ms. Cabot, you seem to have an aversion to such things as religion...?"

"Miss Gladia... I like what my student said very much. Of course, she is one of the few Argor people I like..."

Cabot looked at the deep sea hunter in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Have you ever had an Argol student? Well, where is she?"

"Somewhere in the interior of Terra... Maybe it's still active, maybe it's dead—who knows? It's a pity we didn't have a way to keep in touch with each other when we parted..."

"So, uh...what did she say to make you so partial, Miss Cabot?"

"When the last stone in the last church of mankind kills the last clergyman, mankind can begin the great expedition to conquer the galaxy—"

“The way forward for civilization can only move forward by abandoning illusory faith.”

"...Embracing Science and Reason?"

The thoughtful Gloria gave her own understanding.

"No... no... Gladia, it's not just scientific rationality."

Cabot turned his head and looked at the deep-sea hunter in front of him.

"——There is also a "Manifest Destiny" that everyone firmly believes in and works for, and is destined to be achieved."

"Ordinary religions can't give this kind of "substantial belief"...but they often make empty "promises" in exchange for fanatical fans."

"So I don't like them-"

"Therefore, they deserve to perish."

Chapter 195 Tentacles Are Bad Civilization!

"But that being said... Lateranism seems to be different from the religion we commonly think of?"

After listening to Ms. Cabot's explanation, Gladia touched her chin and seemed to think of the performance of the inquisitor and accompanying team members she had met or secretly observed along the way.

"The Lateran faith they talk about does not have a pointing object, or entity..."

"I've never heard anything like a god above, Ms. Cabot - this religion doesn't seem to have... uh... a god or gods that are worshiped?"

"A mysterious organization with a religious cloak?"

Cabot raised his eyebrows after hearing Gloria's analysis.

"Probably—I don't think it's the right time to study this issue, Miss Cabot, we should set off to the distant towns now and inform them of the upcoming invasion of Hai Si."

"The individual you made the Inquisitor of Iberia has been dead for more than six hours."

Hearing the invitation from Gloria, Ms. Blue Ghost just quietly told her the time of death of the judge...

"what?!"

The deep-sea hunter who learned the true time of death of the remains in front of him showed an incredible expression——

Judging from Geletia's own experience, this remains was a very "fresh" corpse that had been dead for less than an hour at most.

"Are you only observing the surface and not paying attention to the inside? Sure enough, the gap between people is so big... I'm starting to miss my students - or is it just your impatience that clouds your calmness?"

Looking at the astonished deep sea hunter, Miss Cabot shook her head.

"He has been dead for more than 6 hours. The reason why you feel that there is not long between his deaths is because his muscles are relaxed, not the rigor state that occurs after a long time after death..."

"But... please pay attention, Gloria - the cells in his body that have been infected with Hai Si have been maintaining the vitality of this body, and the effect is constantly deepening."

"Maybe in a little while he should get up and give you a big...oh, looks like he has."

Cabot took back what he had said in mid-sentence and looked at Gladia with interest as she lowered her head to inspect the remains of the inquisitor and was choked by the "inquisitor" who pretended to be a corpse.

"Give me... let go!"

However, a Liboli person has the enhancement of heir cells, and it is difficult to defeat a deep-sea hunter in terms of strength...

Gladia raised her hand and punched the latter's head. After completely destroying it in an extremely bloody way, the arm that was still exerting force on the woman's neck completely became limp.

"I've never seen Haisi's erosion can do this kind of effect—resurrect the dead...?"

Gloria, who swung the judge's arm from her neck, took a deep breath, her face full of disbelief...

"...?"

But her words aroused Miss Cabot's doubts——

"This is what they were given when they were created...why don't you know?"

"...Uh, it seems that we will recover the remains of our compatriots after the battle and return them to cremation?"

"The same is generally true of the judges of the Iberian Inquisition..."

Gloria thought for a while and gave an explanation.

"Well... that should be the case, and I think the more damage you receive, the longer it will take for this "resurrection"...and if it exceeds a certain threshold, it should be irreparable of?"

"Well... in most cases, it's really hard to find this feature when the corpse is dead, and they have the habit of being cremated immediately."

Miss Cabot nodded...

"It looks like we won't be able to save that small town—but maybe we can rush there to deal with their aftermath? After all, the "tentacles" of a wave of sea descendants must be cut off..."

Gladia sighed and looked at the woman in black robe who didn't express anything at the side and made her own suggestion.

"What do you think, Miss Cabot?"

"Whatever you want, Argol...I won't make a move."

Cabot just shook his head slightly...

"You say this every time...Ms. Cabot—you don't know how to fight at all, but you just rely on the basic mechanism of identifying friend or foe that is still in operation, right?"

Hearing this speech again, Gladia, who had already listened to it several times during the journey, looked at the woman in black robes with dead eyes in front of her who followed her all the way and always said "casual" no matter how she discussed it with her... .

"You can try...."

"Uh... try what?"

"Try to attack me, and then I will be punished as if it completely violates common sense and the laws of physics..."

Cabot stepped on a flying skateboard, ready to move towards the next journey.

"for example?"

Gloria raised her eyebrows.

"I was pushed into the sea, and then drowned alive as a deep-sea hunter, or as an Agor...?"

A woman wearing a black robe and long off-white hair stood in front of Gladia, her green pupils staring at Gladia in front of her without any waves...

"It's still free...You old man doesn't want to fight, so don't fight. Haisi's slippery fight is really dirty..."

Seeing the emotions of "seriousness" and "want to try" from the latter's blue pupils, Gloria chose to admit cowardly.

"Oh... wise choice..."

"So can you tell me why you always refuse to take action...? I remember the scene where you strangled a group of rogues wandering around the ruins a few days ago."

Gloria looked at this uncle who was not only immobile in command, but also extremely aggressive in a certain sense...although if this "father" caused problems by herself, she would Just solve it yourself...

"You've said it, Argol—I don't like to get my hands on these slippery things. I hate conflicts with things that can be defined as "tentacles"."

"Maybe you can understand it as the emergency trauma left by the war in the distant past... Moreover, I have never had a fundamental conflict of interest with them, unless I think it is necessary..."

"Of course, if you insist on me making a move for it..."

Cabot paused, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Gloria with a somewhat weird expression.

"I guess, a price that I absolutely can't afford, and you have to accept it after you make a move?"

Gladia showed an annoyed expression.

"I will temporarily project my main body, or the prototype ship-Spirit of Vengeance, the town you mentioned, or something else will evaporate from the world..."

"There's no calculation...as long as you stay around, the survival rate is 0%."

"Just because you think the tentacles are dirty... so you plan to shoot the ground with a naval gun or something?"

Gloria's face immediately changed.

"Oh...? Need another reason? Slippery tentacles are bad civilization."

Chapter 196 The Envoy from Lateran

The Lateran Envoys of the Iberian Inquisition/Ecclesiastical Headquarters and the Grand Inquisitors of the Inquisition

"The Iberian Inquisition welcomes you, Mr. Andorn - the envoy from Lateran"

In front of the solemn church hall, a white-haired old man in a top hat walked towards him from the car.The white-haired young man of Sakota, who has been contaminated all the way, sent his greetings——

Carmen y Iberia, the last saint of the Iberian Tribunal, at this moment, the old man's heart and the enthusiasm shown on his expression are not connected. Doubts and confusion are full of this man who has worked for Iberia for countless years .

There have been no high-level exchanges for many years, and the relationship between Iberia and Lateran has gradually become rigid. Why did the Pope of Lateran release such a signal at this moment?

The stalemate between Iberia and the upper strata of Lateran is, in a sense, a situation deliberately caused by the current Tribunal——

After the Great Tranquility, the royal family of Iberia fled and the National Defense Army collapsed—the golden age of this country has come to an end.

And the nine saints who reorganized the National Church into a trial court also understood a certain "truth" or reason——

The lies we have spun about ourselves in the past are burning us now - now - it is clear to us that Iberia was never saved by the gods and that we must become our own gods.

It was also from this moment that Iberia began to alienate Lateran, even though this country still believed in Lateran.

And Lateran's own neutrality and reconciliation method for its own survival is destined to make it difficult for Iberia and Lateran to return to their past intimacy.

"Greetings, Saint of Iberia, His Excellency Carmen y Iberia—"

Andorn bowed slightly to the old man in front of him to express his respect for the old man in front of him who had dedicated his life to Iberia.