I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

"makes sense."

She nodded, with a slightly troubled expression on her face.

"Thank you for caring so much about my adjutant."

"Oh, look at the politeness of your own people!"

Yan waved his hands again and again, and said cheerfully: "Don't worry, I know that you are very busy as the strongest S-rank Valkyrie, so I will definitely take care of Rita for you during this time!"

He patted his chest and vowed: "You can go to carry out the task without any worries!"

"Actually, the bishop hasn't arranged any tasks for me recently." Youlandelle scratched her cheek: "But thank you for your kindness."

Rita stared at Youlandelle speechlessly, and sighed silently in her heart.

This kind of head is melon, I guess I was sold by others and still counting the money for others, alas.

However, this is also the cuteness of Mrs. Urandale.

"Oh, I didn't arrange any tasks..." Yan nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

He looked down at Rita, who had a complex expression, and raised his eyebrows at her: "It's nothing, I'll go first, Rita."

Suddenly he bent down, leaned close to Rita's ear, and whispered something, as if implying something.

"See you next time."

The meaningful words made Rita's heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help recalling the scene that just happened in her mind, and she could faintly feel the touch of big hands touching the skin from her tender body.

She lowered her head, and the blush that had faded reappeared.

Satisfied with Rita's reaction, Yan smiled slightly and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Ulandal suddenly called out to him: "It happens to be something, I want to talk to you alone."

"Let's talk alone?" Yan was taken aback, his eyes surprised.

After all, he and Youlandal have only met a few times after all their efforts, and they really can't think of anything that needs to be discussed alone.

"That's right." Urandale said, "It's related to your battle in Florence."

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PS: I have learned the method of asking for tickets from my predecessors: when the sun is at the end of the mountain, the river of tickets flows into the sea!

66: Rita, I'll have a private chat with Youlandelle!

In the private ward, the two sat opposite each other.

"So, what do you want to ask?"

Yaen sat on the pure white hospital bed, looking at the stern-looking Youlandelle.

"I have read the Florence report carefully."

Ulandal spoke slowly: "Leaving aside casualties and city losses, the investigation team discovered serious damage in a certain block in the city center that far surpassed other blocks."

She stared at Yan, and took out a photo from behind: "That should be the battlefield where you face the wand of God."

Ion took the photo and looked at it through the bright light.

What caught the eye was ruins. The asphalt road was lined with incomplete mechs and debris all over the ground. The collapsed buildings in the distance were shattered into horrible cracks, and the broken steel bars were exposed, like a hanged crow.

It's as if a natural disaster has passed through, and everything is barren.

"It should be. After all, I didn't have time to distract myself to appreciate the surrounding scenery."

Yan threw the photo on the bedside table casually, and said casually: "Is there any problem with the words? Could it be that you want me to bear the liability for compensation?"

"No, all the damage to the city caused this time will be paid by destiny, and will not be blamed on individuals." Ulandal answered Yann's casual complaints seriously, and she took out a few photos from behind her, and continued: " Look at these photos again."

"Are you juggling me..."

Yaen reached out to take the photos again with a strange expression, wondering where did she get so many photos?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Rita often pulls out some weird things from under the skirt, and sometimes even pulls out a scythe and chops it head-on!

Thinking about it!

"I don't know how to juggle, this is the power of technology." Ulandal said without hesitation.

Technology?Then the technology tree of this world must be a little crooked.

Yan glanced at her, and the person in front of him had become very rigid since entering the room, completely without the straightforward appearance of an innocent girl when he was in Rita's ward.

This is probably the so-called entering the working state.

He lowered his head, and the scene in the photo came into his eyes.

At that moment, Yan's eyes suddenly filled with astonishment, as if he was shocked by the weird scene in the photo, and doubts surged in his heart.

"Are you sure this photo...was taken in Florence?"

He raised his head and looked at Youlandelle suspiciously.

"It's absolutely true." Ulandal gave an affirmative answer: "To be exact, it was taken near the neighborhood of the main battlefield."

"Near the neighborhood?" Yan's eyes became more and more surprised: "If you didn't tell me, I thought these photos were taken from Antarctica."

He raised his arm, and the photos in his hand reflected cold light under the light.

The screen is almost all icy tones, and glacial crystals like frozen ground cover every corner of the city, like a virus spreading to the end of sight.

Solid asphalt roads, tall lampposts, a wide variety of cars and even giant skyscrapers.

Everything is frozen in a solid and cold layer of ice, as if it has been eroded by thousands of years, but it is still intact, as if it is eternal.

Where is Florence, it is simply a city built with ice crystals!

"Why don't I remember that there is such a glacier-covered place in Florence?" Ian frowned, and the city with many deep-rooted memories appeared in his mind.

"Did you use PS?"

"PS?" Youlandelle was taken aback, not understanding what the two combined English letters meant: "What is PS?"

"Play Steam, play with water pipes." Ian opened his mouth and said, "Don't worry about this, what is the purpose of showing me these?"

It's impossible to just want to shock his heart, right?

"According to follow-up investigations, the coverage and ice thickness of these glaciers far exceeded the current technological level, not to mention covering almost all the neighboring areas that spread in all directions from the main urban area overnight."

Ulandal regained her composure and continued, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"I'm already quite strange." Yann gave her a blank look, and said angrily: "So can you stop being a joke, and tell me quickly, who did it? How did it do it? Why did it do it?"

Urandale stared at him silently, without saying a word.

"What are you looking at me for?" He couldn't help but look back tactically, with a confused expression on his face: "Could it be me who did it!"

Youlandelle nodded, her eyes serious and serious.

"???" Yan had a black question mark on his face.

"Thinking about it, there is no one else but you."

What the hell!Why do you think that there is no one else but him?

Yan was even more puzzled, thinking that he was not Esdesh and did not have the Teigu of Ice, so he could make such a magnificent scene?

To be honest, your comprehensive consideration is not reliable at all!

Besides, if he is really so awesome, he just froze the stick of God from the beginning, why is he still desperately holding a knife to fight hard!

He is sick!

Ulandal stared at Yan, and understood in her heart: "So that's it, it seems that you really don't know much about your own power."

"Power? What power?"

Yan felt that this was a turn of events.Just now in Rita's ward he fooled Youlandelle into thanking him, but this time she fooled herself into a daze.

"Why don't I have any impression?"

He pressed his head, puzzled.

At that time, after he awakened the stigmata, he used fire equipment almost from the beginning to the end. Where did he get the ice injury?Taking a step back, even if he used ice damage equipment, he was fighting and fighting all the way, so how could he have time to go to the neighborhood and freeze those buildings one by one.

"I have no impression, probably because you just activated this power in an unconscious state." Urandale guessed: "Do you still remember the memory when you were fighting against the wand of God?"

This sentence was like a switch, and Ian was stunned the moment he pressed it.

In an instant, the scene as if a natural disaster came to mind again, the roaring wind and waves were like hell souls crying, the raging flames seemed to burn the sky, and the soul steel sword that pierced the sky fell from the sky like a meteorite, enveloping The majestic coercion that destroyed the world, even the sky was on the verge of shattering in that blazing light.

Like the twilight of the gods in the myth.

Yan nodded and said softly: "I will never forget."

"Then can you still recall the power deep in your heart when you used the Houkai energy?"

Urandale couldn't help but sink her voice, and her expression became more serious, staring at him intently.

deep in the heart?This statement is really intriguing.

He lowered his head, as if in deep thought.

After a while, Yaen seemed to understand something, he suddenly raised his head, with a touch of horror reflected in his pupils.

"You mean... the hypervariable factor!"

67: Goose, forget about me!

until dusk.

The setting sun fell below the horizon little by little, and the streets and alleys were lit up with luxurious and bright incandescent lights.Light and shadow linger, illuminating the buildings towering like mountains.