Data Wasteland

Three days later, Qianzhu Hall.

"What reward do you want, my superhero." The **** the throne asked condescendingly. The little face blushed and looked a little excited. This time she broke through Qizhong Mountain and finally let her sweep away the haze and exhale.

The two tall beauties standing next to the throne stared at the man below, the two pairs of Yingyingmei's eyes flashed, as if there was endless killing intent in their eyes.

The person concerned did not squint, just as if he hadn't seen it. There is a dead pig who is not afraid of hot water.

"I want to see Ramsden." Chen Xing begged.

Aaliyah raised her eyebrows and seemed to have a bad impression of Ramsden. She leaned forward and asked in a strong tone, "What do you want to see the old man doing?"

The two women beside the throne showed a trace of relief. One look turned into bitter hatred, biting silver teeth, as if they were about to tear him apart and simmer them into a pot of soup to drink, so that they could relieve their hatred. The other look. Resentment means difficult to understand, resentful, resentful and joyful.

Needles in the seabed of a woman's heart are really hard to understand.

"I was entrusted by an old friend to transfer a personal item to the guardian of mankind." Chen Xing answered honestly.

"What old friends, men and women?" Aliyah looked at Chen Xing, her eyes aggressive, a bit like a newlywed wife asking about her husband's whereabouts.

"Men." Chen Xing answered seriously.

Aaliyah glanced at him suspiciously, and shook her little hand, "I see, you can go out and wait."

After a while, wooden tables and rattan chairs were placed in the garden outside the Thousand Candle Hall, and snacks and tea for afternoon tea were prepared.

A heavy buzzing sounded, a golden gate appeared in the garden, and an old man with a kind face came out. White robe long stick, Dao bone fairy wind.

"His Royal Highness summons the old man to come, I don't know what to order?"

With a gentle smile on Ramsden’s face, he bowed his hand to Aaliyah.

"He is the one looking for you." Aaliyah pointed at Chen Xing lazily, and then took Lei Xi and Ye Yang Bailiu away, leaving behind two people who looked at each other.

"Guardian, please sit down!" Chen Xing returned to his senses and hurriedly entertained him.

Aaliyah can be willful and disrespect the guardians of the world because they are equal. And Chen Xing is a person who can hardly even see each other, so naturally he can't be casual.

"Hehe~"

Ramsden sat down and touched his gray beard. He was not displeased by Aaliyah's negligence. On the contrary, there was a kind of doting on the younger generation by the elders, just like treating the granddaughter with a petty temper, only the other side's cuteness was in his eyes.

"Guardian, drink tea." Chen Xing poured black tea to Ramsden.

The rich tea fragrance radiated along with the heat, and Chen Xingqiang resisted the urge to pour himself a cup and put down the teapot. This tea is so fragrant, it's definitely not something ordinary people can buy, at least he has never drank it.

Ramsden took a sip of his tea and put down his teacup. He just saw the small badge on Chen Xing's chest, and he said, "Are you a student of Baita?"

In order to see Ramsden, Chen Xing put on the badge of the Baita student.

"Students have seen the dean." Chen Xing bowed and introduced himself, "I am a disciple of the Buddha Yongqi University, and my name is Chen Xing."

"It turns out that you are the target of breaking the army in recent rumours. Oh, Fo Yongqi has accepted a good apprentice." Ramsden said cheerfully. As the dean of my own students have achieved results, I am sure to be delighted.

"Students must be diligent and self-denying, redouble their efforts, and live up to the high expectations of the dean and teachers!" Chen Xing gave out what he said to the head teacher in college.

"Well, good, good, good..."

Ramsden said three good times in a row, and then asked, "You asked the princess to come to me, what's the matter?"

Chen Xing knows that the guardian of the world manages everything every day and time is precious. He took out a shabby notebook from the inner pocket of his clothes and handed it over.

"This is the relic of Tienuo, the former head of the Leiguang Regiment. He asked me..." Chen Xing choked up unconsciously, took a deep breath, calmed down and continued, "He asked me to hand it over to You, this is the analysis of his huge body and the skill analysis of the bronze wall and iron wall."

"He left it to you, a little bit of his heart to this world."

Originally, Ramsden reached out to pick it up, but

Halfway through his hand, he heard Chen Xing's words and put it back.

Then he stood up, put the stick in his hand aside, straightened his robe, stretched out his hands, and solemnly accepted the notebook, then sat down and looked through it carefully.

Time passed quietly. Butterflies fly by from time to time in the garden, flashing their colorful wings, and sink into the bushes.

After a long time, Ramsden let out a long sigh, looked up at the sky, and did not speak for a long time.

"Please tell your friend, what he left to this world, the Guardian Ramsden has received."

Ramsden got up and said, "I will improve them later and enter the general skills book."

"The guardian has trouble." Chen Xing bowed his hand. Skill analysis alone is not enough for others to learn and use. Only through repeated research, experimentation, and trimming by the master of skill, a best solution is obtained, and then through the most precise and concise text expression, can it truly have the value of use.

"These two skills are very practical. I believe that in the near future, they will become popular all over the world and become the skills most people learn and use after renewing psionic armor and charging shooting."

Hearing Ramsden's words, Chen Xing's eye circles were a little red. Tienuo's efforts were not wasted in vain.

"The dead are gone, the living is like this." Ramsden lightly pressed Chen Xing's shoulder, "Come on, kid."

Suddenly, he yelled again, "I feel that you have an evil aura."

There was a trace of worry in the guardian's eyes. Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, then came to understand, unscrewed the buttons, revealing the burnt marks on his shoulders.

As Ramsden's hand touched his shoulder, he felt the breath of the gluttonous monarch.

"Brand of the Abyss..." Ramsden showed sympathy, "Poor boy, what have you experienced?"

"My enemy, let me finish it myself." Chen Xing stared at Ramsden and said firmly.

As Fo Yongqi said, the guardian is the guardian of the world. If there is a choice, don't bother others easily. Entering this world is only the clone of the Glutton Monarch, at most equal to the Little King-level, there is no need to alarm the Guardian.

"Good boy..." Ramsden nodded vigorously, his eyes glowing with approval. He picked up the long stick placed aside and looked at Chen Xing again, "But..."

"Your realm has been locked by your enemies."

"Under the shackles, you cannot become stronger, nor can you defeat your enemies."

"I..." Chen Xing wanted to argue, but he felt a sense of powerlessness that couldn't be argued.

With a brand on his body, he cannot communicate with the undercurrent of time and space. If you can't communicate with the undercurrents of time and space, you can't be promoted, and you lose the opportunity to solve the enemy by yourself.

Ramsden raised his long staff, and the golden stars gathered into a golden gate that towered over the heavens and the earth.

"Come with me, boy."

Chen Xing followed Ramsden into the golden gate. The eyes lit up, and a huge white church appeared in sight.

Looking up, the cross spire towers into the clouds. The cross-iron frame stands like a guard's halberd, solemn and quiet, with an imposing momentum. The stained glass windows reflect the afternoon sun, the illusion of color is blurred, and the sacred and ethereal.

Although Chen Xing has never been here, he has seen it on postcards.

This is the headquarters of the Holy See-Mis Cathedral.

Ramsden walked up the stairs and knocked on the closed double doors with the tip of his stick.

"Crunch..."

A gap was opened in the door, and a monk-like man poked his head open.

"In Ramsden, please see the Pope."

"Please wait a moment." The monk returned the gift and left quickly.

While waiting, Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the history of Shengguang Church.

Before the cataclysm, the Holy Light Church, like other religions on the Red Earth Continent, gradually declined under the impact of modern technology. It is said that during the most difficult period, the pope was reduced to live selling blessing coins and exorcism holy water, and the abbot of the new Zen also had the experience of telling the pulse for others.

However, after the cataclysm, the psychic energy was revived, and the clergy who focused on spiritual practice were more likely to perceive the psychic energy than the average person.

The first batch of evolutionaries in the world came from various majors

It is also the major religions that first summarized and disseminated the practice system. Although after hundreds of years of development, the evolutionary system of mankind has been basically perfected and gradually transitioned from the field of occult to the field of science, clergy and believers no longer have obvious advantages over ordinary people, but the underlying theories still have many religious shadows.

The predecessor of the Holy Light Church, "Mysius the Asylum", is the most powerful king-level powerhouse in the history of the red earth world. Its holy angels are invincible and famous in the world.

In order to ensure the status of the Holy Light Church, the asylum Michels chose to sacrifice himself. He used secret methods to transfer his "sacred realm" to the "Holy Grail".

It only takes three little king-level powerhouses who practice the secret method of the Holy Light Church to activate the sacred realm and summon the holy angels to come.

In his thoughts, an old man wearing a high crown and a red robe went out to greet Ramsden.

In terms of attire, he should be the current pope of the Holy Light Church.

"Old friends, we haven't seen each other for a long time." The pope said, holding Ramsden's hand.

"I'm ashamed to say that from last year to now, I haven't been able to spare time to visit my old friend." Ramsden said embarrassedly.

"You and I are busy people. Even if you take the time, I may not have time to see you."

"Hahaha..."

The two old friends clapped each other's backs and enjoyed themselves.

Then Chen Xing followed the two into the Mies Cathedral.

The interior is magnificent and open, full of simple and gorgeous atmosphere. Hundreds of crystal chandeliers hang from the top of the arch, and the sunlight is sprinkled on the ground through a large piece of colorful broken glass, like a scene in a kaleidoscope.

The large murals painted the scene of the kingdom of God, holy angels, pious maids, and omnipotent true gods.

"I am here this time for this young man."

Under the sign of Ramsden, Chen Xing showed the burnt mark on his shoulder.

The pope put on his reading glasses, looked carefully for a while, turned his head and looked at Ramsden, his face solemn, "Seal the mark of the abyss, holy blood is needed."

"There is the Pope of Labor." Ramsden bowed and saluted.

The pope nodded, greeted the monk who had just opened the door, whispered a few words, and the latter left behind.

Chen Xing was a little moved. If the conversation between the two was translated in the most straightforward language, it would be:

"Brother, this can be done, but the price is not small."

"Just do it, I'll take it."

The two in front of them are all important people in the world. For his service to such a small person, I am really flattered.

But Chen Xing knew that all this was because of Tienuo, not the arrow of breaking the army.

Before long, a blonde girl in a white robe walked into the church.

She has a dignified look and soft eyes, like a piece of beautiful jade, warm and crystal clear, which not only creates a sense of distance, but also does not feel harsh and cold.

"This is Joan of Arc 79th."

Joan of Arc, as you can tell from the name, this blonde beauty is the current saint of the Holy Light Church.

The sealing ceremony was presided over by the saint. I saw that she took a sharp knife from the hand of the maid and cut the palm of her hand. The blood flowed from the hand to the fingertips, drawing the cross of the Holy Light Church on the burnt mark.

"Hallelujah..."

"It was You who gave us a new life."

"Hallelujah..."

"The blood shed on your cross covers all our crimes."

"Enables us to escape the control of evil and embrace the kingdom of heaven."

"Hallelujah...

She opened her mouth slightly, reciting the holy words silently. The milky white light envelops the brand, and the tight nerves gradually relax.

Unconsciously, Chen Xing fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he had returned to the garden outside the Qianzhu Hall, lying on a wicker chair.

The setting sun shone on the ground, dragging a long shadow. Ramsden seemed to have left, leaving only the note pressed with a teacup on the table.

"May the glory of mankind be with you."