Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 334 Countdown (I)

“Roselis, although you have stayed in Mosesad for a long time this time, the archbishops of the Holy See have not forgotten you.

He called me a few days ago to commend you two for your outstanding contributions, especially Haversson. That shot was very decisive and lived up to the Holy See's long-standing expectations of you.

You can take this ancient relic and use it first. Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Continental Expo, and you have a heavy task to do."

Inside the Cathedral of St. Francis, Bishop Bernard took out a necklace from a box and handed it to Roselis with a smile.

This necklace is an ancient relic preserved by the church in Mosesad, and he has the right to use it.

"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth. It is an honor for both of us to be able to accompany Saint Barlaan and bathe in the glory of the Saint."

Bishop Bernard spoke in a very official tone, but the little genius brother and sister looked very pious. They didn't care about any commendation or not, as long as we could stay with Saint Barlaan, the highest reward was.

Roselis hung the necklace directly around her neck.

This necklace is not so much ugly as it is plain-looking. It is made up of more than a dozen gray-brown stone rings, each of which is the size of a teacup. It looks out of place when worn outside a white robe.

“This necklace is called the Ring of Covenant. It can help the wearer strengthen his faith and resist mental interference and torture. But the price is, haha, it may make the wearer’s way of thinking rigid.

However, both of you are well-known in the Holy See for your quick thinking, so I'm afraid you can offset some of these side effects."

Bernard thought, your brains are already like this, there should be no room for further improvement, this ancient relic is just right for you.

"Bishop Bernard, rest assured that we will defend the glory of the saints."

Haverson clenched his hands on his knees. There were only a dozen hours left before the opening of the Continental Exposition. The bishop had just said that the invention was related to the continuation of the will of the saint, and we two brothers and sisters would never allow it to make the slightest mistake.

"We can't be careless. What happened in the Investigation Department that day is still fresh in our memory. If Saint Barlan hadn't been prepared, I'm afraid those pagans who believe in dirty and evil gods would have really dug some terrible trap inside the Investigation Department."

In the past two days, Bernard has fully understood Saint Baran's intentions.

It was probably Saint Balaam's intention that they mistakenly entered the study in the basement that day. It was a test for the Holy See. Fortunately, Haversen recognized the fake Saint Balaam in time, otherwise he would have been deceived and the entire Holy See would have been disgraced.

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At the same time, the blue freighter with the planet pattern painted on it also docked at a remote and deserted pier in Mosesad.

"Alva, are you feeling better?"

In the cabin, Wordsworth sat beside Alva's bed. The other party was now pale, wrapped in thick bandages, and in very bad condition.

"My headache is terrible, and I... I don't dare to sleep. Once I fall asleep, the nightmare I experienced that day will wake me up again.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wordsworth, that was a terrible night. I survived a near-death experience and my consciousness is hazy. Many of my memories seem to be..."

Alva held his forehead as he spoke. He wasn't pretending to feel the pain; it was real.

Ricky was too ruthless.

"It's okay, Alva, I understand. Just take a good rest first."

"No, the Continental Expo is tomorrow, and I have to go with you. I'm afraid the Saint's Faction has joined forces with the Investigation Department. This time I have to see that damn invention with my own eyes.

Don’t let yourself be deceived again.”

Alva struggled to get out of bed. The severe pain in his head and the tearing sensation in his ribs made him want to vomit, but he had to get out of bed because he still had a sin to atone for.

"Okay, but there won't be anyone waiting on you tomorrow. You'll have to support yourself."

Wordsworth was also worried that what was displayed at the Continental Exposition was a fake, and he was indeed missing an expert by his side.

After saying this, he left Alva's room and went to the bottom of the cabin.

There, a figure was looking at the sea outside the round window covered with grayish-white water stains. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, thin, and wearing a beige windbreaker.

"Father."

Walking behind the figure, Wordsworth bowed his head deeply.

He would never forget the night a few days ago when he was nearly doomed in a nightmare. It was the Father God who woke him up and took back the special puppet.

In the Mandala Temple, as a bystander, he actually witnessed a battle between gods.

After God the Father uttered those words, the temples on the snowy mountains seemed to begin to tremble, and a special vision appeared in Wordsworth's mind without warning.

Is it the Dreamland? It seems not, it is a purer and greater existence than the Dreamland. It seems that whenever the gods talk about or think about the so-called "Star of Judgment", a great existence outside the vast universe can feel this attraction. A huge blood-red planet roared in, bringing with it a song of chaos and despair. All living things will wither and die instantly in the song.

And as the huge eyes on the red planet open, the ashes of decayed creatures will instantly reorganize back to their proper orbits.

Both the Father God and the Emerald Dervish want to possess and be close to that indescribable power.

One side is looking forward to the countless wills that can be enslaved after the chaos, while the other side is rushing towards the kind of almost desperate destruction, almost to the point of madness.

Communication between gods does not require complex and fancy words; they just act according to instinct.

When the puppet returned to the cabin, Wordsworth could only wait outside the door. He was already the preacher of God the Father on earth and could feel the surging divinity. The granite shell on the surface of the statue was completely shattered.

The green decay appeared in the world and merged with the puppet, announcing his complete recovery.

"Wordsworth, we are not in a hurry to take action. Although we have no allies, the other side has many enemies."

The biggest difference between God the Father and other gods is that he can communicate and is willing to share his wisdom with mortals.

Wordsworth said nothing, but nodded slightly.

The figure with his back to him also turned around at this time. His face seemed to be constantly changing, but basically maintained his human shape. Sometimes he was a handsome and masculine young gentleman, and sometimes he turned into an old and reserved old woman.

Wordsworth had just remembered his appearance but had no impression of it the next second. Strangely, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

"We will use our own means to get what we want, Wordsworth."

……

"I really don't know what the captain wants these things for."

Outside a workshop in New Nulund, Kogan was loading goods onto a carriage one by one, while Lindblanc was leaning against the carriage, smoking a cigarette.

"If something unexpected happens tomorrow, I hope the guy who comes here will be of some weight."

In the past two days, the blood shadow in the nightmare has begun to haunt him again. Lin Brown can't wait any longer and is hoping that some great god can kill him completely.

"It's better not to. Captain Ricky has dealt with many tough opponents before, such as the Flame Giraffe and the group of inquisitors sent by the Saint. Oh, and what was it that disappeared in the basement that day? Have you found it?"

"No, there is no trace. It could be a family member, or a god. Who knows. Have you finished moving? After that, we still have to deliver the things to the venue."

The plan that Ricky and Director Norman had discussed before was that he and Millie Tang would set up a stall and pretend to be exhibitors, and what they would be transporting today would be the goods that Ricky would be exhibiting tomorrow.

"If you had helped sooner, you could have left ten minutes ago."

Kogan complained a lot, but he never complained when others asked him to work. However, after getting familiar with Lin Brown and Carol, he would occasionally make a few sarcastic remarks in front of his acquaintances.

"Stop talking nonsense, there are only two boxes left, move them quickly!"

Lin Brown was too lazy to talk nonsense with the new recruit. He brushed the dust off his clothes and looked at the warm sun hidden in the clouds above his head.

There are only twelve hours left before the expo opens.

"Mr. Lin Brown, aren't you curious about what Captain Ricky has on display? The captain is really interesting. Why didn't he just put two mechanical parts on the table to make it look good? He insisted on having them custom-made."

"You'll know if you open it and take a look."

"Is that okay? Don't delay the captain's work."

Although he said this, Kougan still opened the top wooden box. There was a tripod inside, and next to it was a small wooden box with a curtain hanging outside the box.

The wooden box appears to be the main body of the product, with a drawer pull slot on the back that can be opened.

It seems that different photos can be placed and replaced inside.

"Mr. Linbrand, you found the workshop. Didn't Mr. Rich tell you what it is?"

"I told you, Ricky calls this a foreign film!"

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