I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

West Commonwealth, inside St. Kedgren's Cathedral.

A man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting in a magnificent corridor, as if he was waiting for a visitor to be received by a high-level church. The clergy who noticed this figure had long been familiar with it, although their Pope He was just a young man in his twenties, but there was always an endless stream of so-called "big shots" who wanted to see him.

However, if anyone really recognized the identity of this middle-aged man, he might be somewhat surprised that he would sit on a chair outside so modestly, because he is not someone who wants to use his wealth in exchange for going to heaven. The mortal tycoon of chance, or even the exact opposite...

The man who is waiting for the pope is also a god.

Serran had just left the Central Federation Islands, and the right eye was there, but he couldn't find it. There was something covering up the existence of the right eye, and this force was extremely powerful, at least Serran who had left the Southern Federation There is no way to deal with him, but fortunately, he has a solution other than "strength".

Knowledge and experience had given him some information, and although he couldn't go beyond this power to find out exactly whose hands the right eye of war fell into, this ability was already an answer.

There are not many existences that can cover up the right eye of the war, and it is still in the Central Commonwealth Islands. Considering that they chose this simple and crude cover-up method, and what they have leaked, Serran can lock the target Among several organizations and entities, the one that is questionable is the Federation itself.

Also, the Holy Cult wasn't on this list in his inference, so now he's here.

Seraen, who has lived for so many years, has all kinds of means that are not limited to the Southern Federation, but none of them are enough to fight against the strongest organization today, and he is also neat enough to get the right eye of war, and he can do it There are not many other forces at this point, and even fewer of them can be used by him.

Although the price to pay is not small, it is worth it for the resurrection war.

He needs "war".

The familiar footsteps of Siran came from the far right of the corridor.

"What are you doing here?" The young Pope looked at Serran seriously, "Heretical God."

Seraen turned and looked at Raphael:
"Don't be so serious, we all know that you don't really believe in your own god that much."

Rafevin curled his lips, but did not refute Seran's words:
"You came here to find me?"

This question actually has a hidden meaning. Raphael is not really surprised that Serahn is looking for him. What he cares about is that Serain chose the church as the place to meet, because they have met many times in private in the past.

At that time, the things they discussed were not suitable to be seen on the bright side, let alone for his god to see.

"I'm here to find the messenger of the destined returnee in the mortal world." Seraen gave the answer, "And I represent the entire group of gods who rule the Southern Federation today, and we have something to discuss with you.

"I said you also include those slaves."

"Be respectful, they are the most selfless followers of the Lord." Even though he said so, Rafivin's expression did not seem to be really disgusted with Seraen's title.

Sierra smiled:

"We all know who that false god is. I ruled the world before he was born."

"Shut up." A cold voice came from behind Serahn, and a faint holy halo floated over them like feathers, but neither Rafevin nor Seraen felt the slightest bit of sanctity.

Serran turned his head sideways, and standing behind him was a beautiful "human woman" surrounded by holy light.

For this "guest from the upper world", Seraen can also be said to be very familiar with it, because they only met in Atlantis not long ago. This person created the birth of the devil with his own hands. Behind the scenes, the heavenly conspirators who weave countless conspiracies--the cherubs.

Seraen just looked sideways at her and said:
"Maybe it's my delusion, but I always feel that after Shen Xiao was imprisoned, you were a little arrogant. I have never seen you so rude when she was still there. You even forgot how to maintain respect for the gods. "

The woman looked at him coldly:
"You are not God at all, He is."

Seraen could sense from the cherub's expression that she firmly believed in what she said, even though she had long known that she was the original god, and this made Serain a little worried.

Zhiangang's lunatic-like words at this time are not as willful and foolish as they seem. At this time, she really denied that she is a god in her heart, and she has successfully deceived herself.

And she may have only one purpose in doing so-that is to replace "reality" with lies.

Serran said with serious eyes:

"He is just a poor imitator of me. I ascended to the throne of God long before you appeared."

The cherub looked into his eyes and said:

"It's the same now, and it was true in the past as you said, but the future will be different.

"In the future, He will be born before you."

She didn't mean to hide it at all. These words were almost a declaration that these apostles who were destined to come were trying to reverse the truth. They wanted to make the one who was destined to return be born before them.

In effect, she was making a request.

Such are the conditions of heaven.

Seraen reminded with a warning:
"Tamering the reality is not that simple. Don't think that if Shen Xiao is imprisoned, you will not be hindered. In the final analysis, you are just an extension of his power, not him.

"Don't try to control power beyond you."

Raphael has also understood:

"Wait, but that doesn't seem to be the point of the prophecy."

Although Serran's request has not been heard yet, Cherub has already proposed her request, which is to make Serran "admit" that the one who is destined to return will be born before him, which is obviously a change that is conducive to the realization of his prophecy.

But these are not the main prophecies. According to his understanding of prophecies, there should be better choices.

The prophecy they are really trying to fulfill if they want to resurrect the Doomed Returner is the fading of the gods.

The cherub turned slightly to look at him and said:

"This is also the condition he wants to exchange. At first glance, it seems that this condition is slightly better than the condition I proposed now, but if you really believe him, it will be over. This old thing is far more cunning than you think.

"It's a race, and if anyone gets to the finish line first, everyone else is disqualified.

"There is no need to doubt, Heaven makes its own decisions."

After hearing what she said, Raphael had nothing to ask, since he didn't really care about prophecy anyway.

"Tell me." Zhi Angel looked directly at Serran again, "What do you want?"

The sun god replied:

"I want an eyeball."

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