The whole empire is bringing us together

The two found a restaurant with a good business downstairs to settle their lunch. Most of the restaurants were locals with animal ears and tails. It was the first time that Quint saw so many orcs with his own eyes, so he couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

Fortunately, Quint's body was full of Hyperion. For a while, no one noticed that he was an omega. On the contrary, Hyperion attracted a lot of attention because of his tall and strong figure. Of course, most of them looked at his lower body.

On the way back to the hotel after dinner, the two saw a performance that refreshed the lower limit. On the temporary high platform, the man was wearing a goat hood, and his limbs were covered with furry sheep's hooves, pretending to be the God of Pan. Act out the scene where the god Pan bestows blessings on people during the Dionysian festival.A large circle of spectators surrounded the stage, watching the performance of the two with eyes as if they were enjoying an elegant show.

When they passed by, they happened to be playing the "highlight". Quint just glanced at it, and even the base of his neck was red. He cursed secretly and quickly lowered his head, but there was still an undisguised groan. With dry mouth and tongue, he just wanted to drag Hyperion away quickly.Hyperion noticed his shyness, covered his ears with both hands, and had no interest in the show, and took his own Omega away from this place.

Back at the hotel, Hyperion noticed that Quint was not in high spirits, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kunt waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired, and I want to lie down for a while."

In fact, he was disgusted by the performance he came across just now. This custom of putting lust on the stage made him feel strongly uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.Hyperion seemed to understand his inner thoughts, stroked his hair, and comforted him: "We will go back when the matter is cleared up, and we will never come here again."

Kunt nodded, and the two of them lay on the bed with their clothes on for a rest. Hyperion stroked the back of Quint's neck with his fingertips, looking for the traces left by the chip implantation operation, and asked, "Where is the wound? Show me."

Quint turned over, turned his back to him, took his hand and touched behind his left ear: "Here."

Hyperion had callouses on his hands, so he didn't feel that sensitive. After carefully touching for a long time, he finally felt a small unevenness. The wound was very small, and it was almost completely healed.

Hyperion leaned forward and kissed there lightly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." When Hyperion spoke, he sprayed all his breath behind his sensitive ears, Quint grabbed Alpha's hand on his waist, and said, "It just feels very strange, as if I have also become a cybernetic creature." Similarly, you can enter the world of data with a single thought.”

As early as 500 years ago, the technology of implanting chips into the human body was already mature, which caused a wave that swept across the empire. Everyone took implanting chips as a fashion, but soon after, scientists discovered that this way of connecting the chips in the body to the ring network has It is highly addictive and will cause irreversible damage to the body.

Afterwards, more than a dozen internet surfers died at a party because they excessively used chips to pursue the pleasure of swimming, and their brains could not bear such a huge load. illegal.

"I started to think about whether it was the right decision to keep you on the spaceship." Hyperion said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, my chip is just a small one. After all, there is a smart control cube. The chip is just a channel that can connect to it, and it won't cause much burden to the brain." Quint turned over to face him, the azure blue The eyes are gentle: "I know you are worried about me, but I am also worried about you. It is better for the two of us to take care of each other than to worry about it."

Hyperion sighed secretly, there was nothing he could do about him, he should have been angry, but facing his stubborn lover, there was only warmth in his heart.He pinched the mark on the back of Quint's neck, stopped arguing with him about the chip, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Quint hummed, raised one leg and rode on his lap, using Alpha as his human pillow, and closed his eyes.

Hyperion quietly opened the terminal and continued to look at the documents sent by Quint. These top-secret documents were packaged and sent to Capital Star by Sherwood, and even White Feng did not have permission to open them.Hyperion had read most of the items in it at the military headquarters, especially Sherwood’s diary, which Hyperion had studied countless times after he disappeared, and was able to memorize it by heart.

He scanned it roughly and found that this log was a little different from what he had read.

There was a two-hour blank record in this log on the afternoon before the disappearance, and the transmission that Hyperion saw in the two hours was about visiting the Pope.

There are two doubts. One is that although the Sherwood people are careless, they are meticulous, especially when it comes to work. Even if they eat, ride, and sleep in the car, Langdon will write down everything in detail. It is impossible to have such a free two hours.

Second, who changed the original log during transmission?What is the purpose of the change?You must know that Sherwood is the only person with this authority in Agares. Once the file is sent out, it cannot be opened until the military department. If you try to crack it by force, the system will destroy everything in it immediately.

Is that what Sherwood himself did?

All the mysteries are like messy balls of yarn, and I can't figure it out, but my intuition tells Hyperion that the conjecture he is least willing to admit is very likely to be true.

Quint was already asleep, his breathing was steady, maybe he was dreaming, his eyelashes were trembling slightly.Hyperian also closed his eyes with a heavy heart on his mind.

Go and visit the Pope tomorrow.

To visit the Pope, an application needs to be submitted in advance. Hyperion wrote the application in the afternoon. After submission, the clergy will reply within three working days and arrange a meeting time.The last and only time he went there was forced to take him there. He had no idea that it was so complicated for ordinary people to meet the Pope.

Not long after he sent his application, he received a reply, and the time was scheduled for the next morning. Hyperion was slightly taken aback by the high efficiency of the temple—he originally thought it would be a lengthy process.

Early the next morning, Hyperion got off the car near the temple, and there were many people visiting nearby. The half-man, half-goat statue of God Pan stood in the square, holding a flute, more than 50 meters high.Climbing up the 99 steps, Hyperion walked into the hall. The beams and pillars of the hall were all carved with reliefs telling about Dionysus, and the priests in purple robes stood in the shadows, waiting to receive him.

Without asking his name, the clergyman bowed slightly to Hyperion, and led him into the hidden side door in the corner of the hall without saying a word.They walked through the corridor made of marble, the long corridor was narrow and low, giving people a very oppressive feeling, Hyperion had to lower his head slightly to avoid being touched by the relief on the top.

The corridor has many branches and loops, like a labyrinth. Hyperion could faintly hear the sound of the machine turning. Obviously, there are many hidden doors in the corridor that change instantly.

This journey lasted about ten minutes, and the view finally opened up after exiting the corridor, and the huge and majestic temple was in front of us. Countless priests in purple and red robes stood silently on the steps, their faces were covered by goat masks under huge hoods, leading The priests from Hyperion stood still and made a gesture of invitation.

Quint did not follow, but stayed in the hotel to give him remote assistance. He raised his hand and pretended to stroke his hair, but in fact he was adjusting the miniature earphones. Hyperion took a deep breath, took a step, and walked to Pan Church again after eight years. shrine.

After all, it is a temple. Every decoration here expresses the worship of male sexuality, desire and fertility. Hyperion didn’t look too much, and climbed up the steps without looking sideways. In the temple.

The pope sat on a throne in the center at the end of the hall, wearing a thick gold robe, with layers of sleeves and hem hanging down to the dark velvet carpet, perfectly covering up the fat on his body.He was much older than the last time Hyperion saw him, maybe he hadn't had a good rest, he showed a little decadence, and there were a few inconspicuous bloodshots in his eyes.

"Your Majesty the Pope." Hyperion stood still under his seat and bowed respectfully: "My name is Pulitzer Nelson, and I am well-known in the Temple of Old News. I am here to visit you."

Unknown spices are burning in the huge incense burners at the four corners of the hall, white smoke curls up, and the figure changes mistyly.The Pope quietly looked at this strange visitor, with his huge body and heavy clothes stacked on the throne, motionless, Hyperion raised his head and looked at him.

The hall was terribly silent. A dozen or so red-robed bishops stood in the corner with their heads lowered, doing their best to serve as decorations in the temple.For a moment, there was only the sound of his steady breathing in his ears. Hyperion didn't understand why the Pope agreed to meet him but didn't say a word. Just when he was about to speak again, the Pope suddenly said, "Do you like poetry?"

poetry?

Before Hyperion could reply, the Pope strenuously stood up, sat up a little more straight, stared at a point in the void of the hall, and whispered to himself like a chant:

"He goes no further, stops here

Fall asleep in this brook-soaked land

His old right hand hangs down feebly

Weary, as if on the road to death"

"He recognized you." Quint's voice sounded through the tiny earphones.

Hyperion tensed all his muscles when the Pope uttered the first line, which was John Keats's unfinished long poem "Hyperion" in the ancient earth era. Mrs. Morse liked Keats very much, so she gave him With such a name, Hyperion memorized this poem when he was very young.

The Pope sees through his Pulitzer Nelson disguise and recognizes the spirit of Hyperion Morse within.

"His hand no longer grips the scepter

His eyes no longer shine

He lowered his head, as if listening to the sound of the earth,

Let the old mother soothe his sorrow—"

A violent cough interrupted his chanting, and the Pope covered his mouth with a wide sleeve, coughing so much that one felt as if his lungs would burst out.When Hyperion put down his hand, he keenly saw sporadic bloodstains on his sleeve, and looked away calmly.

The last time he saw the Pope, he was a robust middle-aged man, what caused him to age rapidly to the point of death in eight years?

The pope's eyes became more bloodshot, and he gasped for a while before his breathing became disordered and he said weakly: [Exclusively published by Jinjiang Literature City, please support the genuine version]

The author has something to say: the pope's eyes were even more bloodshot, and he gasped for a while before his breathing became disordered, and he asked weakly, "Son, come and say something casually with me."

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No, it's too stupid, I can't take it anymore, it's just an instant show, don't need it next time hahahahahahahahahaha

Pope's words quoted from Keats' poem "Hyperion"