Chapter 701 No Peace

"Is that boy your favorite?"

Wearing a mysterious black veil robe, with the holy emblem of the [Secret Singer] hanging on both arms, the conservative nun's robe of white and black matched with a face tattooed with scriptures, the woman's sallow face was like a sculpture, full of silent death. She clasped her hands together, as if praying, and although her lips were not open, a voice sounded from the void.

[Secret Singer], the most mysterious among the true gods.

It is said that this true god was unanimously exiled by the gods because he mastered too many secrets of the gods and wandered in the cracks of history for a long time. He almost never showed himself in front of people, and there were very few records about him, but he had many believers or followers.

Because in the star world, there are too many relics left by the [Secret Singer], it seems that he deliberately left many information fragments in the star world, waiting for wisdom to pick them up by chance. However, this scripture nun should be a serious singer believer, practicing the way of keeping secrets.

Although people often say that the [Secret Singer] does not keep secrets, that is just an illusion.

If you have a deep understanding of his path, you will find that the so-called non-secrecy of the Secret Keeper is a very strange attitude, which often depends on the operation of certain things. In this operation, if it is said to be beneficial, the Secret Keeper will give some hints or reveal secrets.

The same is true for his believers.

Mastering information, observing events, finding specific people, and giving relevant hints is like the host of a game, pushing the story to the most exciting part. This is the responsibility of the Secret Keeper.

Now, the believers of the [Secret Singer] have found Amiste. The sallow-faced Scripture Sister is very calm, as if she can still glimpse the figure of the little gentleman walking on the dock through the porthole. And her eyes are covered by the holy shroud, and she is in a state of being unable to see and speak.

"Yes, he is excellent, right? As a keeper of secrets, do you see infinite possibilities in him?" Amiste lay lazily on her side, and her attitude towards Sister Scripture was very casual. It seemed that the two of them were not meeting for the first time.

"I have no intention of commenting on what you and he are doing." Sister Scripture still did not speak, but her voice was still ringing from the void.

"Are you angry? Such an excellent boy, but because of my drive and indulgence, he is step by step heading towards an extremely dangerous future. I almost forgot that you, the nun, are the most compassionate, but he does not need you to redeem him." Perhaps because they were familiar people, Amiste's tone suddenly became a little sickly. "He, I know him best. He is not naive when he should be moral, and he will stand up when he should be responsible. He is destined to be a hero, even if he is crushed to pieces."

"Is this your choice?"

"This is our choice." The countess replied proudly.

Sister Scripture heard the words, and a ray of light permeated from the holy shroud covering her eyes. After a moment, the light disappeared, and the holy cloth with black blood seemed to have deepened in color.

"... So that's it, it's really too much, throwing such a person into the trash can of emotions, he can still be so clear. However, it seems that there are dead relatives around him just now, don't they need to be dealt with?"

"No, it's just a candle that has reached the end. The extinguished candle can make him understand how to choose."

Sister Scripture is no longer entangled in the topic of a certain outstanding young man. Her purpose of following Amis is not her arrangement in the [Steam City], but something more far-reaching. The nun lowered her hands. There were a lot of scars on her hands, burns, piercing scars, tearing scars, and different types of injuries left, making the nun's hands look very creepy. These scars extend all the way to the wide sleeves.

If a Beyonder were to observe, he would be surprised to find that this is a relatively rare profession mastered by the church, called the [Ascetic] path.

Generally, Beyonders on this path are dark side personnel of the church.

These dark side personnel rarely move in public, and their mission is more to do things that are not visible to the public. After the church completely declined and the secular forces strongly suppressed everything, these dark personnel disappeared even more. This scripture sister seems to be going to do something extraordinary with the countess.

"This war is over. Do you have a plan for the next war?"

"The seeds of hatred have been planted, and the trees of suffering will sprout sooner or later. The important thing is whether they are ready." Amiste chuckled. "In addition, I think there may be some problems with our previous plan. Perhaps it can be better achieved from another direction."

As she said this, the countess recounted what Lin En had said to her before, about the analysis of the geographical and industrial clusters of Gao En, Hops, and Roman.

The scripture sister responded quickly.

"A complete Hops, even without the illumination of the angel demigod, is it possible for it to burst out with new possibilities? I will convey your message when we arrive at the destination. However, it is never easy to change the world."

"Yes, that's why you need war. The more a war can destroy everything, the more important it is. Only in this way can everyone..." The countess subconsciously wanted to say something, but at the moment she was about to speak, her expression froze and she quickly stopped her voice.

The scripture nun prayed silently.

After a moment.

"Do you know how far the next war will evolve?" The Countess changed the topic. At this time, the cruise ship had already sailed out to sea. Sitting in the cabin and looking out, because there was no fixed reference, there would be an illusion that the ship was stationary.

"No one knows."

The war in the industrial age frightened everyone. Even the extraordinary people felt that such a large-scale killing with a high mortality rate was too exaggerated. After all, the extraordinary people also evolved from ordinary people. The killing of so many of their kind was definitely a huge psychological shock to the survivors.

There was another long silence. Suddenly, Sister Scripture and Amis were both startled, and then their expressions became complicated.

"I didn't expect that the conflict would break out again."

"Amis, is this your plan?" Sister Scripture felt like she was going to ask for an explanation.

"If I say I didn't know anything at all, would you believe it?" Amis asked back with a smile, revealing her white teeth. She bit and rubbed them inadvertently, and it was obvious that her teeth were itchy. Her smile was filled with anger, which was beautiful and moving, and people couldn't ignore it.