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Chapter 381: Chapter 381: Qianqian’s Ingenious Ideas Chapter 381: Chapter 381: Qianqian’s Ingenious Ideas (Various requests for votes, begging for all kinds of votes!)

“So, having come all this way, why lack the courage to enter?”

An annoying man’s voice suddenly echoed through the air around us. It sounded polite, but an undercurrent of arrogance and derision carried more than twenty meters against the wind.

Pandora whipped out a nuclear bomb on the spot.

“You’re really calm.”

I confiscated Pandora’s nuclear bomb, then pushed hard on the door in front of us, but the first attempt seemed a bit of a failure. Who knew how many layers of reinforcing magic had been applied, making it as solid as the armor of an interstellar warship; clearly, the person inside had no intention of being hospitable.

“Boring little tricks.”

I shrugged my shoulders, lightly touched the center of the door with my fingertips, and in the next second, amidst the intense sound of an explosion, the entire icy door shattered into pieces.

Using armor containing energy to counter a master of energy manipulation is truly the most idiotic action in the world.

The room that appeared before us was huge and filled with odd features.

Like the other compartments, this one was also made entirely of crystal-like ice, but the walls on all sides and the floor beneath our feet were covered in complex lines that seemed to form equilateral triangles. Yet, by shape alone, these patterns could not possibly make up the room we were in. Undoubtedly, the room was infused with magic that made the impossible possible. Another strange aspect of this room was its ceiling, which soared above us far higher than the Adriatic Sea Queen Battleship’s actual maximum volume. Yet without a trace of spatial energy fluctuations, the microscopic laws of the world had been subtly deceived, revealing such a spectacle before us.

At the center of the room sat a huge ice sphere, but I did not see Silvia’s figure atop it. Several men stood in front of the ice sphere, quietly watching the direction of the door. And in the corners of the room, several figures in black robes stood silently–these were all the enemies at the heart of the battleship.

“Quite capable,” the blond man standing at the forefront spread his arms as we entered, “No wonder you could cause such widespread chaos on board. It seems even a monkey, when driven to madness, can serve some purpose.”

He sure was arrogant.

The man speaking was a tall, thin man who appeared to be in his forties, wearing an exceedingly extravagant priest robe. The delicate lace on his clothing could have armed a golden dragon desk and left enough to spare for two high-backed, glass armchairs. His flashy taste lacked any innovation. A bunch of crosses hung around his neck, fixed on several chains that multiplied around his chest like growth rings. His hooked nose, squinty, droopy eyes, and the trace of arrogance and disdain that lingered at the corner of his mouth, all served to signify another fanatic of the Roman Orthodox Church, his head full of the belief that God’s glory was paramount and all heretics deserved to die.

“A fellow of the Roman Orthodox, Bishop Pyagio, is it?”

I stood nonchalantly in the middle of the doorway, flanked by two violent killers, young and old, exuding a defiant air.

The middle-aged Bishop, bedecked with crosses, slightly raised his eyebrow, and with a hint of surprise in his tone, said, “Oh? You know my name? Although your method of entry was rather foolish, it seems you’re not completely brainless… Hmph, but in the end, you’re just heretic monkeys who don’t believe in God, your little tricks are utterly useless!”

“All this ‘Lord, Lord’ talk; what’s with you Roman Catholics all sounding like the Bible’s burnt a hole in your brains? Besides the glory of Yahweh, do you have no other interests in life?” I waved my hand in disgust; indeed, the Roman Orthodox were much more despicable than the British Puritans. Although both were followers of the Cross, at least the latter had some semblance of rationality and included some likable characters. But why do these Roman Catholics all seem so mentally deranged?

Hearing my words, the blond priest in front of us didn’t explode in rage. Despite his face filling with anger, he still managed a cold smile as he calmly said, “Only the foolish and faithless would utter such stupidity. How can the glory of the Lord be understood by heretical monkeys like you? But don’t worry, soon I will mercifully show you the mercy and glory of the Lord, and then–bestow upon you the most glorious purification!”

The fanatically expressive, robed middle-aged priest spread his arms as though he were giving a sermon, his speech grandiose and authoritative, but laced with sarcasm and disdain. It carried an underlying impression that talking to us heretics was already the greatest honor we could receive. Perhaps in his eyes, no matter how powerful the opponent, if they weren’t Roman Orthodox believers, they were forever inferior beings.

But I didn’t regard the man as a self-aggrandizing fool who underestimated his enemy; otherwise, he wouldn’t have achieved such an important position as the commander of the entire Queen’s Fleet.

Seeing us standing there without a reaction, Pyagio frowned in disgust and waved his hand in our direction, “Purify these heretics, our holy mission has just begun.”

As his words fell, several figures dressed in High Order Priest Robes who had been standing in the corner of the large room suddenly moved, walking in unison towards us.

I casually waved my hand and said to Pyagio, who was just about to turn away, “Monkey, I am talking to you!”

Intense energy resonance spread out, and the several Roman Catholics approaching us, radiating strong Magic Fluctuations, suddenly burst into violent blue Flames, in the blink of an eye turning into ashes scattered into the sky.

The entire process was as easy as blowing out a candle.

This was the legendary Mana Burning–I haven’t even figured out Demon Transformation yet…

Pyagio’s calm expression froze for a moment, the scene that had just occurred was too bizarre, and he hadn’t even had time to see clearly how those Roman Catholics turned to ash; although they weren’t as strong as Bishop Level, they were still powerful Magicians within the Roman Orthodox Church, yet they were burned to ash as if swatting flies, Pyagio couldn’t ignore such a strange power.

“… An Academy City Power User?”

Pyagio couldn’t feel any Magic fluctuations and naturally came to this conclusion. Moreover, the one who would most likely jump out to obstruct him at this time was Academy City’s Power.

“Think what you will,” I shook my head at the Roman Catholics who had started walking in our direction, and flicked my fingers, “Explosion.”

“Retreat!”

Pyagio immediately shouted, and the Roman Catholics who had just witnessed their comrades’ death also suddenly showed panic, but nothing happened.

“I’m just playing with you, Fools.”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking quite innocent.

“Stand down.”

Pyagio’s face showed no anger but wore a serious expression; he hastily applied a bunch of defensive Magic Techniques to himself and then suddenly raised a Cross.

“The Cross represents the repudiation of evil!”

The small golden Cross flew into the air, then against all laws of physics expanded enormously, turning into a giant object several meters long and smashing towards us, then abruptly froze in midair.

Qianqian delicately extended a finger, and the corner of her mouth slightly curled up.

“Time Sand represents the negation of existence.”

Even as she turned dark, Qianqian still liked to play–with her words ending, the Cross in the air rapidly decayed and rusted, visible to the naked eye, before turning into scattered fragments.

“This power…” Pyagio’s expression shifted slightly; he was very clear about the nature of that Cross, having imbued it with the significance of Jesus’ crucifixion, making it obtain the “essence” of the item used for the Son’s execution, its existence was more solid than any material in the world, it could even be said that no physical attack in this world could destroy those Crosses materialized through illusion, but the moment they disintegrated into dust, Pyagio distinctly felt something powerful enough to destroy everything strike them.

“The sands of time slip away with the wind.”

Qianqian once again pointed her finger in Pyagio’s direction. The middle-aged priest immediately leaped aside while swiftly directing the cross towards us, “The cross represents the rejection of malice…”

Pyagio could not finish his sentence because all the crosses hanging on him had already turned into floating copper rust and iron slag–copper-plated iron! Was this guy serious?

The impressive spiritual equipment and Pyagio’s own magic power resisted the passage of time in Qianqian’s hands, sparing the priest a narrow escape. But to my surprise, even at this stage, the man in front of us still did not show a hint of despair. He slowly straightened up, leisurely straightened his somewhat disheveled priest robe, and said through gritted teeth, “Heretical monkeys, it seems I indeed underestimated you. The power of Academy City is truly formidable, but… do you think you have the upper hand now? Do you think that breaching this place means your victory is assured!?”

“Look!”

Pyagio loudly taunted then suddenly waved his hand. The Roman Catholics who had retreated moments ago stepped forward and slowly pushed away the huge ice ball that sat in the center of the room.

Silvia–she seemed to have lost consciousness, and had been hidden behind the ice ball all along.

“Great and holy Angel…”

Pyagio bowed deeply to Silvia from afar, his voice carrying a hint of fanatical reverence that puzzled me.

“Your actions hardly seem respectful to the Angel. Using her as a tool and a sacrifice to fulfill your own ambitions, is this how the Roman Orthodox display their devotion?”

“Don’t you dare question my faith!” Pyagio pointed angrily at me, “The existence of Angels is naturally to proclaim the Lord’s glory. However, this Angel has been corrupted by your science faction! She has forgotten her mission and even refuses to contribute her power for the Lord’s greatness. What we are doing is merely helping Lord Angel to regain her former glory. Only in this way can the Lord’s glory fill the entire world!!”

Reaching this point, Pyagio’s expression turned ecstatic, and he spread his arms wide: “Yes, we are right, we are the ones who represent the great will of the Lord, and with our help, this Lord Angel will return to her rightful place of glory. You heretical monkeys will soon become the first ones to be purified!!”

Damn, this guy really dares to do anything–because he doesn’t see his actions as disrespect to the Angel at all, his religious zealotry has led him to mark all his actions as sacred!

Qianqian, who was originally ready to launch a second attack, could only hold back her ability in frustration. Silvia was in their hands, and although she could control time, it was uncertain how much Qianqian’s time control would affect Silvia, according to Lin Xue’s prediction. If that silver-haired dimwit was a more exaggerated Fantasy Killer than even Dang Ma, then it would be impossible to save her.

Moreover, though time control was quick to activate, there was still about a second of skill activation time. In that one second, who knows if Pyagio had set up some sort of magic technique on Silvia that could be activated immediately. I’m not willing to let Silvia take even the slightest risk.

“Hmph, a monkey is still just a monkey,” Pyagio could clearly see our concerns, and he sneered disdainfully before turning his head away, “We’ll soon begin the first phase of preparations, and I can generously allow you to witness this sacred moment–the filthy science will soon completely vanish from this world!”

“Excuse me for interrupting,” I raised my hand, looking innocuous, “Now that we’re at this point, can you tell us what the Roman Orthodox’s plan actually is? Do you intend to destroy Academy City?”

Pyagio was slightly surprised and then scoffed, “Hmph, your guess is quite close. Telling you doesn’t matter anyway–if it were earlier, our magic technique could at most destroy Academy City and all it entails, but now, with the power of Lord Angel, the Adriatic Sea Queen has become a powerful magic technique capable of rivalling Divine Power!”

The splendidly dressed priest had an inexplicable glow on his face and spoke loudly as if preaching, “The improved magic technique can now target not just a tangible city, but also many intangible things, such as–all scientific concepts in the world!”

“The attack of the Adriatic Sea Queen will not only destroy the world’s largest scientific hub, but it will also wipe out all scientific power in the whole world! Everything that has come into being through science will soon vanish under the effect of the magic technique, and the entire world will become a pure land devoid of any scientific creations! Then, the glorious new era of the Roman Orthodox… shall begin.”

Pyagio’s fervent speech came to an abrupt halt, and the entire room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Qianqian and I looked at each other, neither of us expecting his–or rather the Roman Orthodox’s–plan to be so mad. To completely erase all of humanity’s technological power, the entire civilization would likely remain forever under the sway of religious power, and the Roman Orthodox would never allow a second scientific renaissance!

And if Vya truly did possess the dormant power of an Angel, then perhaps the notion of eradicating all of science’s creations from the world with Magic Power could really be achieved!

After a brief Silence, Qianqian suddenly coughed, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

“I have a few small questions,” said the girl with a wicked smile, raising her little hand as if to make the best use of the time.

“You won’t be able to pull any tricks on us,” Pyagio said indifferently, looking very pleased with himself.

“First question: The clothes you’re wearing are made of fabric, right?”

Pyagio was taken aback. “Of course, even though they have been blessed with various kinds of Magic Power.”

“So I guess even the antiquated Roman Orthodox wouldn’t use purely handwoven textiles, and the fabric must be made by looms–thus a product of technological power, right?”

Pyagio’s expression froze in an instant.

Then Qianqian happily concluded by clapping her hands together, “So, in actuality, the real goal of the Roman Orthodox is to pioneer an era where seven billion people around the world are streaking!”

I spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot–couldn’t this girl’s way of thinking lean a bit closer to that of normal people?

But if you really followed this logic, it seemed like Qianqian’s words might indeed have a point…

“And there’s a second point!”

With an excited gleam in her eyes, Qianqian was like a child who had found a delightful new toy: “The world’s grain should also be produced with the aid of technological inventions like combine harvesters and fertilizers, right? Even the seeds are. Does this mean that the world aspired to by the Roman Orthodox, besides the whole human race being in the buff, is also about to add a dash of cannibalism?”

Pyagio’s face rapidly paled.

“And there’s more!” Qianqian’s excitement grew, “What about cigarettes? Toilet paper? Medicines? Not to mention at least ninety-nine percent of Roman Catholics are born in hospital maternity wards, right? Before you were born, did your mom ever take drugs to maintain her pregnancy? If everything created by science is to be eradicated, does that include people born with the help of modern technology? After all this time, it turns out the Roman Orthodox just wants to find a more glorious way to commit suicide… And here we’ve been guessing for so long…”

Girl… I absolutely adore this girl’s bizarre way of thinking!

Pyagio’s facial expressions changed rapidly, eventually collapsing: “What kind of messed-up logic is this!? What on earth are you thinking?!”

Despite saying this, it was obvious that the poor Priest was no longer as confidently self-assured as he had been at the start.

“Time Sand gazes into the unknown future!”

At that instant, Qianqian’s voice thundered through the hall. Pyagio, quick to react and realizing he’d been tricked, immediately turned and rushed towards Silvia’s location. The followers by Silvia’s side also immediately tried to activate the Magic Techniques near the ice sphere. But having just been distracted, they were a step too slow. By the time they started to act, they were horrified to find that their Magic Power had already begun to lose control.

In the moment that the Roman Catholics were preoccupied with suppressing the chaos within their Magic Power, Pandora, swift as Lightning, had already shattered the restraints around Silvia, seizing back the silver-haired girl who was still unconscious.

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