Players' NPC boss

[Identification name: Theresa]

[Service life: 17521 hours]

It was a room that was out of tune with the medieval style, and Bishop Theresa, wearing a white coat, appeared in it without any sense of disobedience, and talked to a mechanical voice.

"How much is left from the planned amount."

[Build a data model based on the current number of believers, add economic factors, fertility factors, weather factors...]

[It is predicted that it will take another 11,160 hours to complete the charging]

This is not a difficult time, at least compared to the years she has spent, this time is like a blink of an eye.

Bishop Theresa sat down tiredly. A series of virtual lights swept through, constructing a transparent recliner to catch Bishop Theresa.

[Do you need to prepare for a deep sleep? ]

"This is a good suggestion. You can start the plan as soon as you wake up."

Bishop Theresa closed her eyes, but as long as the darkness in front of her eyes, a figure would appear.

It was a young and energetic back, and he turned his head and said in a pitying tone.

You just gave up.

"Huh!" Bishop Theresa suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath while holding her forehead.

[Are you concerned about what the young man said? ]

[Young man, according to analysis, it's more like a teenager. ]

A series of blue rays of light swept through, forming a series of illusory people. Those people were old and young, female and male, ugly and beautiful, with different names, but they were all the same person inside.

They were what Bishop Theresa looked like in the past.

No human personality can bear the experience accumulated over thousands of years, and the elves are the best proof. The elves may be very noble, but the experience of thousands of years and tens of thousands of years has made their personalities no longer what they used to be.

So every time she replaced her body, she would cut her own memories and put them into the external palace of thinking, so that her personality would always remain the same as it was.

Only in this way can she ensure that her original intention has not changed or distorted.

But because of this, these memories have the same authority and will pop up and ask and answer questions without authorization.

[I modeled his face through sound wave refraction, and it was a handsome young man. ]

[My sister was a little sad to be rejected by the cute boy. 】

"In the beginning, we were men." Bishop Theresa sighed tiredly.

【But when we woke up in this era, we looked like her, and our original appearance had disappeared】

A virtual woman appeared and walked in front of Theresa, and that was an appearance that would shock the believers of the entire Holy Cross.

Because that person was exactly the same as the statue of the Virgin Mary.

"Maria." Bishop Theresa murmured, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to the virtual person in the shape of the Virgin Mary, but she quickly reacted and shrank her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

"I should have said not to appear in her appearance, she has died with that era."

【I am the original virtual person, you have no power to order me. 】

The Virgin Mary turned around, and her virtual body turned back into light and disappeared.

【So you want to sleep? 】

The little girl's virtual person lay on Bishop Theresa's legs, blinking her big eyes.

【According to my calculations, the probability of you seeing that boy in your dream is 100%, which is really romantic. 】

The prodigal-looking virtual person leaned sideways on the recliner, waving his arms as if reciting a poem.

Bishop Theresa held her face. If she didn't split her memory, her personality would become all these strange things. She took so many precautions, but she has become the one who can tell dirty jokes and tease the boy now, not to mention the elves.

The elves are really innocent.

"Roland, where is Roland Diodu?"

Roland Diodu, one of the best Paladin leaders in the history of the Holy Cross, has protected the Holy Cross from foreign invasions several times, and finally died of exhaustion to protect the masses.

This person has been recorded in history and even has a memorial statue, but he is just a past of Bishop Theresa.

[Your current state is not suitable for entering a deep sleep. If you care too much about that boy, your emotional fluctuations will affect your sleep. 】

A man in armor came out. He had a steady voice and was extremely reliable. He was also the self that Bishop Theresa admired the most.

A person who fights outside the barrier to protect others.

I will not be in the Ark, I will fight.

Bishop Theresa's eyes twitched, and Blaze's voice echoed in her ears again.

"Do you think he is as special as you?" Bishop Theresa asked Roland, covering her forehead.

[No, he is not a special person, just an ordinary teenager. ] Roland crossed his arms and had a complicated expression.

[So that look makes you feel like yourself. ]

[Everyone used to be so young and energetic, not knowing how to give up, but in the end they all grew up. ]

[What do you want to do? ]

Countless virtual people filled the room, they were all Bishop Theresa, so their questions were equivalent to Bishop Theresa's inner questions.

Even though she knew that person was not that her, Bishop Theresa still subconsciously looked at the back outside the crowd of countless people - the back of the Virgin Mary.

"As long as the charging is completed, all areas except [U-22] can be destroyed. It is completed instantly, and the creatures on it will not even know what happened."

[Yes, it took us thousands of years to do it. If we could have done this back then, then...]

"Don't make meaningless assumptions about the past. What I need is advice from now."

[Go to fight.]

[Use the victory or defeat of the battle to prove that the other party is wrong.]

"Who is right or wrong, does it matter to me?" Bishop Theresa sneered, holding her chin and half-squinting her eyes.

[Then what is important to you?]

"For the world to return to purity..."

[Are you going to lie to yourself?]

Bishop Theresa froze, and after a long time, she spoke as if to change the subject.

"Still can't find the teacher?"

[……]

"I know, prepare the challenge letter."

…

Herbie touched Blaze's forehead, then touched his own, and after confirming that the temperature was about the same, he murmured: "So you don't have a fever, your brain is confused, you are just an idiot."

"You asked me to transform just to do this?" Blaze slapped away Herbie's little hand that wanted to touch his chest.

"Nonsense, I still need to make sure if you are stupid enough to challenge a guy who may destroy the world!"

"No, I am generalizing when I say destroy the world." Herbie fell into a state of being too excited that he looked very calm.

"It's a challenge with a person who can directly lift the ground, the things under the ground, and the bottom of the things under the ground."

"To be precise, it's a one-on-one fight."

"Ah!"

Herbie, who was furious, bit Blaze's nose, which was the only part of Blaze's face that was not protected by fur.