I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

In the dim space, Otto's voice echoed, as if it was far away, but also very close.

Kiana and Yan looked at him at the same time, only to see Otto standing in the shadows with a gentlemanly smile on his face.

"You two, welcome to my personal arsenal."

At that moment, the light flooded in like a tide, dispelling the endless darkness.

94: Red Rose and White Rose

The moment the light came on, the scene of this space gradually appeared in front of the two of them.

This is an extremely huge confined space. The zenith is covered by cold and hard metal, and the sound-absorbing metal isolates all wind and grass. The tip of the iceberg in the shadows is like a giant python entrenched in the darkness.

Yan and Qiyana looked around and couldn't help but be shocked by the sight in front of them.

To be honest, the layout and materials here are clearly full of modern sci-fi feeling. The thick metal surrounds them as cold as the deep sea, and the weapons are suspended in the air and rotate slowly in the air enclosed in the vacuum cabin. It is a wandering snake spirit.However, under the atmosphere of silence as death, it is like a steel monster that has been sleeping for thousands of years. Time has been imprisoned here, and every inch of air is full of desolation.

"Here is...?" Ian asked softly.

"This space was originally an arsenal for storing weapons in the pre-civilization era. I entrusted an old friend to find it and moved it directly to the floating island." Otto said: "I have to say that the technology of the pre-civilization era is far better than I imagined it to be developed. When I first found this place, any Houkai weapon in it was far more powerful than the existing weapons of Destiny at that time, not only for the efficiency of the use of Houkai, even in a simple structure It is also far superior to what I designed."

"But even so, they could not prevent the destruction of their own civilization in the end. It is like a flash in the pan in the long history of mankind."

He finally said with emotion, his tone could not tell whether it was ridicule or regret.

"The Heiyuan White Flower was also found here?"

Kiyana suddenly spoke up.

"No, the discovery of Heiyuan Baihua... I have to start talking about this a long time ago, but I think you don't have much interest in Heiyuan Baihua itself, so in order not to waste time, let's stop this topic here."

Otto saluted like a gentleman: "Please, both of you."

The two stepped into the arsenal one after another, the sound of footsteps echoing in the silence, and the dim light and shadow outlined their silhouettes, like ghosts behind them.

Ian's gaze was fixed on one of the vacuum cabins where the weapons were stored, and he was attracted by its snow-like pure white color.

Otto noticed his cub's gaze, coughed twice, and explained: "Spiritual Knife, Cold Prison Ice Sky. Wrapped in wind and snow, the Soul Steel Taidao, as thin as ice, is recorded by the pre-civilized era organization 'Chasing Fire' Moth' a warrior's weapon."

"A certain soldier?"

"Unfortunately, due to incomplete information, the user of this dagger is still unknown."

Otto asked: "Are you very interested in this sword?"

"No, I just think that the user of this Taidao must have never suffered from heat stroke..."

Yan recalled the memories of the past summer when he almost didn't become a hot dog, and couldn't help but look a little weird.

The three of them went deep into the arsenal all the way, and they saw all kinds of Houkai weapons, but none of them satisfied Ian.

"You're pretty picky."

Kiyana gave him a sideways look.

Ion shrugged noncommittally.

He just thinks that these things are strong, but he always feels that something is missing. As for what is missing, he can't say it himself.

"Don't worry, choose slowly, there will always be one that suits you."

Otto was very patient, following behind the two of them and carefully introducing each model.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the three of them gradually reached the end of the arsenal.

"What are these two guns called?"

Yan stopped suddenly, pointing to the vacuum cabin at the end.

Different from other two-row weapon storage compartments, it stands in the center of the end, as if to show its unique status.

Kiyana raised her head, and what caught her eyes was a pair of guns of different colors.

One is blood red all over, the body of the gun seems to be soaked in dripping blood, and the flame texture imprinted on it seems to be burning, thick and frightening under the dim light.The other one renders the ultimate white, a pure monochrome without any flaws, and every point is just right.

Fiery red and dazzling white are intertwined, so magnificent.

"This gun?" Otto didn't expect him to take a fancy to this gun, he couldn't help being taken aback, and even his voice became hesitant: "It... doesn't have a name yet."

"no name?"

"Actually, this gun is my first attempt to make it myself after analyzing the structure of these weapons." He confessed: "Strictly speaking, it is just a trial weapon, and it has never been put into actual combat."

"In that case, why not let me do the actual combat trial." Yan looked at Otto, as if he had finally made up his mind: "I like this gun."

"If you really like it, then take it and use it. I also want to see how powerful this gun can be."

Otto had no objection.

Yan turned to look at Kiyana again.

"Your own things, you decide for yourself."

Kiyana turned her head away.

"You have to ask the teacher's opinion."

Both present agreed.

Yan moved his wrist, walked to the vacuum chamber, and pressed the switch.

The hatch opened, and he stretched out his hands to hold the two guns. Feeling the real touch from his hands, he couldn't put it down for a while.

"Now that you've made up your mind, give it a name."

Otto suggested.

"Name..."

Yan looked down at the two guns in his hands, and the intersection of red and white made him feel a little familiar.

He raised the blazing red gun, thought for a moment, and involuntarily imagined a slim and charming maid, with a smile on her face, and the delicate roses adorning her clothes.

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Almost subconsciously, Ion blurted out: "—Red Rose."

"Are you sure you're naming your weapon?"

Qiyana stared at him in surprise, and couldn't help complaining: "Those who didn't know thought you were buying flowers at a flower shop."

Yann's eyes moved to Qiyana, watching her long white hair hang down behind him, his heart moved.

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He raised his pure white gun, as if saying to Kiyana: "White Rose."

"Oh?" Otto's eyes lit up, showing some appreciation: "Red Rose and White Rose? What a romantic name."

"Not bad!"

Qiyana pursed her lips and said nothing, she didn't quite understand the brain circuits of these two people.

It's like calling a nuclear bomb World Peace or Gatling Great Mercy, are you serious?

"Okay, now that the weapon has been selected, it's time for us to enter the next stage."

She turned around and said in a cold voice, "Go up first."

95: Long overdue jealousy (typo has been revised)

After returning to the ground, the two left with Otto's reluctant farewell.

As for the ghost fire motorcycle, it was naturally impounded.Although Kiyana protested, but after Otto pointed to the remaining tire marks on her face with a cold face, she died down and dragged Yan away dissatisfied.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Qiyana's face was quite ugly along the way, and the cold air emanating from her body could be felt even by people 30 meters away, and she subconsciously stayed away from them.

It's like meeting the plague god.

Yan glanced at the fiancée lady who was striding forward without saying a word. She stepped on the ground in a hurry, and even the dust was faintly raised. The cold face seemed to cut the wind, flowing past her sides, blowing behind her. The long pure white hair rises and falls.

After hesitating for a while, Yan asked cautiously, "Do you need me to get the scooter back for you?"

Kiyana slowed down when she heard this, and glanced at him in surprise: "You?"

Yan nodded. It's not that he's bragging. With his own identity and the relationship between father and son, let alone a motorcycle, he can come here even if it's a Honkai fission bomb.

Don't forget he launched one a few weeks ago!

If she had been tougher, Rita would have become her own little maid, licking her head to her legs and poking her mouth, making the geese next door cry!

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"Dedicated to nothing, rape or steal." Qiyana looked at him suspiciously: "Say, what is your purpose?"

"What purpose can I have?" Yan spread his hands in a very bachelor way: "Want to brush up the favorability of my arrogant and awkward cheap fiancée?"

"Arrogant and awkward?"

"Gentle and virtuous!" Ion changed his words.

"Hmph." Kiyana snorted softly, but her brows and eyes softened: "Thank you for your kindness, but forget it."

With her hands behind her back, she walked in front of herself: "I don't like to owe favors to others, especially men. What if I am asked to do some strange things then?"

"Don't make me sound like I like to take advantage of others." Yan resisted the urge to touch his forehead, and sighed: "But are you sure you don't need it? I think you seem to like that motorcycle?"

"Who said that?" Kiyana gave him a strange sideways glance: "She is a weak girl, how could she like such rough things?"

"……Ha ha."

Yan's cheeks twitched, and he stared at her silently, but in his mind he remembered the scene of this soft girl riding a motorcycle this morning, and recalled the first time she met her, she drew a gun and punched without saying a word The kicking scene.

You are not a weak girl, you are clearly called a weak Godzilla!

Suddenly something hard was pressed against Ian's waist, and Ian subconsciously raised his hand in surrender, and then realized that Qiyana had approached him at some point, and her voice seemed to be close to his ear.