Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

The two sides have not spread out. The Fool has not been able to determine the prophecy of the prophecy, so he cannot directly showdown with the Vatican. It just implies that there is a problem on your side, and we want to intervene. The Vatican's refusal is also very simple, no, we can solve this problem by ourselves, and you don't need to worry about it.

The above is a very normal official rhetoric, but the real problem was twelve hours later, the Vatican actually took the initiative to contact the Fool, re-reported the matter about the investigation team, and expressed its willingness to allow the Fool to send someone in.

The subtext is that it seems that we can't handle this matter by ourselves, and you can intervene if you want. And the Fool probed further, asking if he could let a final frontier pass? After thinking about it for a while, the other side even chose to agree.

The things here are worth considering. If the Vatican is not the mastermind, it shows that they know the big deal and are asking for help, and if they are the mastermind. It is because they want to use this to calculate a final frontier.

Even the Fool was hesitant about what to do. After all, if one of the frontiers was not properly handled, and one of the frontiers fell, then the crisis would really be at the level of world overturning. But according to the prophecy of Houtu, it is a crisis at the level of extinction itself. Maybe it was caused because no one was sent?

This kind of entanglement is almost insoluble, and there is no way to make a logical choice, even more against fate, and the only commissioner who can provide them with the information to judge has lost contact.

In the end, it's still a slap in the face, go! It became what it is now.

Sitting in the car, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the feeling, a slight distortion that he could feel since he got off the plane. Like hot air. The world is not pure, and something is infiltrating it.

"Your Majesty, it's here." Po Jun still couldn't separate the breath, and Mephisto's voice was remembered right in front of him. He opened his eyes and looked through the car window at the bustling buildings outside. Even if you just look directly, you can feel its heavyness and grandeur, as well as the indescribable huge information entanglement that cannot be observed with the naked eye. The closest sanctuary to a legend in the world.

St. Peter's Basilica, Pope's Hall.

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Chapter Ninety Nine Negotiations

As the car stopped, the crowd gathered in front of the Pope's Hall also turned their heads, and with just a glance, Mephistopheles saw several faces that were not usually seen, the leading cardinal. Benjamin Burton, wearing a red shirt that represents his identity standing in the middle of the crowd, with silver hair showing under the same bright red hat. He's not young anymore, and in fact there are only a handful of people in history who can take the cardinal position before their hair goes grey.

But for him, wisdom obviously grows proportionally with age, but as a representative of the reformist and conservative bishops who have won the Pope's trust, everyone thinks that he can take a step forward to the cardinal in a few years. Bishops or go directly to the position of the leader of the cardinals.

But thinking of the identity of the adult sitting in the back of the car, Mephistopheles also understands that, as one of the ultimate frontiers of mankind, they are the most precious wealth and weapons of mankind. Although it is not an organization, he still enjoys the status of a respectable person in the Holy See. And if they make greater contributions to the world, they will advance to the Blessed Ones and even the stature of saints.

I just don't know what could bring these big people together, and Mephistopheles quickly threw these thoughts out of his mind. Now is not the time to be in a daze. Get out of the car quickly and open the door for the broken army.

Po Jun turned his head and glanced, and greeted Lin Xue. Everyone except her was led to other places to receive them. They are not yet qualified to participate in such a meeting.

"Long time no see, Your Excellency Po Jun, you look strong again." Watching Po Jun walk up the steps, Benjamin took two steps to greet him.

"You seem to have two more insights into the true meaning of God." Po Jun also responded the same way.

"It's just that I have two points of experience in the ascetic practice." Benjamin smiled, "His Majesty the Pope is already waiting for you, please." He didn't mean to talk nonsense any more, he dragged his hand and led the two to go inside.

The church is very large, reinforced by the spires and intricate carvings and the corridors that bend and stretch, and it may take decades to become fully familiar with it. Fortunately, Benjamin is such a veteran, and the speed he leads doesn't look like an old man at all, and Lin Xue even needs to rush two steps from time to time to catch up.

Passing through the marble corridors with irises, lilies, or other patterns, they gradually went deeper. The patterns on the floor disappeared at some point, and the stained glass with the classics from the Bible disappeared, and no sunlight penetrated. Only the footsteps of a group of people were left in the corridor, which seemed extremely cold.

The knights in golden and white armors guarded the two rows of the corridor of the conference room. They were meticulous, dignified and majestic. Even now, they insisted on wearing golden heavy armor as dazzling as the sun. And deter. They are the most powerful knights under the Lord, the collection of all the good qualities, responsible for spreading the glory of the Lord, and of course responsible for blowing up the heads of unbelieving heretics when they appear.

You don't even have to imagine how powerful and powerful it is in the conference room that they can guard. "papa" Note 1. When Benjamin knocked on the door, he said at the same time, "I've brought Lord Po Jun."

"Thank you for your hard work, Benjamin." The voice inside the door was hoarse and kind, as if it was always sighing, but it was full of hope. Just hearing it can make people feel warm.

Benjamin pushed open the door and stepped aside, there wasn't even a seat for him in this room. In front of the long table, apart from the broken army, there were only a few people sitting there. Sitting in the first place is undoubtedly the head of the bishops' conference, the representative of Christ, and the shepherd of the universal Church in this world - Benedict VII.

The four people sitting on the right side of the long table are the second pope and cardinal leader Henry, who is dressed in red like Benjamin, but with more intricate patterns. The patriarch of the monastery monastery, the spokesman of the gray robes, Clunesius, sitting in the last black robe, is the leader of the black-robed monks who lead the Eighth Mystery Society and the Necessary Evil Order, the Inquisition of Heresy. Referee Clement.

There are two sides of the long table, but the four of them are all sitting on one side, and there is only one person on the other side of the long table. If you look closely, you will find that not only them, but also the cardinals and patriarchs behind them are also there. standing on the wall. Such a scene is like, as if the power of the entire Holy See is against this person, or one person is against the entire Holy See.

Either kind is enough to make one shudder.

Without a word, Po Jun pulled out the chair on the other side and sat down, and nodded to the Pope on the opposite side.

"It seems that you have found your prophet, and he gave you a warning in advance." Not every organization has the same existence as the back soil, so under normal circumstances, the champion of the arena will be rewarded, and the prophet will only be in the Born within their jurisdiction.

"It's just a very simple reminder so that we can catch up with today's meeting." Po Jun didn't mean to explain, "What is the problem, we have no clue now."

"This matter, we are the same." Henry continued, looking up at the only person sitting on the other side of the long table and said, "The last guests have arrived, and now you can tell us, you, no, what are you going to do? What? Ferdonin, or Don?"

When he called Tang's name, Henry's tone contained obvious sarcasm, but Tang didn't mean to be angry at all. In fact, he was smiling now, exactly the same as when Agrace saw him, but now his A smile has to be a lot more real.

"Actually, it's not that I asked to wait for Your Excellency Po Jun, right?" He even had the mood to make a joke, "But I'm also very happy to see his presence, thank you for coming." He said Po Jun nodded his head.

"As for what we want to do? This is not important, what matters is what we want?"

"Does the bereaved dog still think he has room to ask?" Augustine's voice was as hard as his square face, like a sword.

"That's right, that's right, the word "dog of bereavement" is a good use of the word." Tang was even more happy, "Since you know that we are a dog of bereaved family, then the rest is simple. What we want is naturally home, and... freedom. ."

When uttering the last two words, the old man clearly showed an intoxicated look, as if he had just taken a sip of good wine.

"Freedom?" Clement sneered, "Are you maggots who should have been swept into the gutter still dreaming of restoring the glory of the past?"

"No, no," Tang waved his hand in denial, "even I already know that this is the age of mankind. I have to say that the speed of your development is really terrible. The changes in the past few hundred years are like a dream. In general, there is simply no way for us to drag this era back to the past.”

"Then what are you talking about?!" Clement shouted, "I don't know how to make those little moves, but you better start praying now that your little moves don't cause any big trouble, or I will It will give you a hands-on experience of how the Inquisition treats those outliers."

"Small action?" Tang suddenly laughed, "You still don't understand, even as a werewolf, I already understand these principles!"

"Do you think I'm here to discuss with you? I'm here to beg you to help us in our poor situation? Or do you expect you to think about our rights and interests as an alien?"

"Fuck! We are of a different race! You never think for us, just think you don't think about which chickens and pigs you eat have the same racial interests! The reason why I dare to make my request here is because I Relying behind!"

"Your support? Those werewolves on Sicily?" Augustine looked at him coldly. "If it wasn't for the Pope to block it, we would have planned to storm the island hundreds of years ago..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, not only everyone who was present suddenly turned their heads and looked in a certain direction together, although there was only a black wall in front of them. But their eyes were so shocked and focused, as if they could see what was behind them through the wall.

"Hoho, the time is just right..." Tang smiled softly.

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There was something wrong with that storm. This was what Po Jun felt from the moment he got out of the car. The feeling was hard to describe. It was in the senses beyond the five senses. I can feel that there is something different from this world in the range shrouded in that storm.

This is a strange sense of difference. The difference between the two interpenetrating worlds is incomprehensible. It would be fine if it was a completely different world with different rules. But that is clearly also of this world, it is just a subtle difference, the difference is difficult to describe in words.

It is roughly like the world reflected by a mirror, except for the left and right directions, everything is the same, or even smaller, like the world created in TV shows or movies. Except for a very small virtual plot, other things are completely the same as this world.

This subtle sense of difference exists abruptly in perception, as if there is a certain threshold switch in the brain that is turned on when it senses his presence. Constantly reporting the alarm. Although no one knew what that was, instinctively being able to feel that it was definitely a big deal. This is also the reason why the high-level officials of the entire Holy See are willing to sit in this place and negotiate with Tang.

And at the moment when Tang spoke just now, something changed. The penetration is rapidly intensifying, if only two pieces of metal next to each other were slowly interacting with each other. Now the demon and the wall between the two are rapidly disintegrating.

If it was a wall that was blocking the two worlds before, now there is only the thickness of a piece of cloth left, and infection is inevitable. As if they could look directly at the storm shrouding the Mediterranean Sea at this time, they would find that strange purple-red lightning was surging in the dark clouds. Just like what Xie Zhifei saw in their dreams.

"What did you do?" Augustine punched the table, making a dull sound.

"I said, it doesn't matter what I do, what matters is what I want." Tang's tone became more complacent, full of casual feeling, "This is my bargaining chip, which is used to exchange what I want with you. free."

"You!" Tang's threat completely ignited Augustine's anger, and the golden holy flame was already burning between his pupils.

"Augustine." At this time, the Pope coughed lightly, "Anger is also one of the original sins." Augustine also found his gaffe, and his anger disappeared at a faster rate.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Augustine put one hand on his chest and sat back.