Chapter 179 Locking the New World
Museum late at night.
When everything was quiet, a unique carnival was staged in the museum.
Those once-silent specimen statues seemed to be given life, dancing to the music from the speakers, enjoying the long-lost freedom.
In the past month, due to renovations, various staff members have been in the museum almost 24 hours a day.
Because of Lango's order, even if they were resurrected, they could only continue to pretend to be specimens and stay quietly in their respective positions. Now that the decoration is complete, and the curator has also changed into the Lango they are familiar with, so here, here For several days, the laughter never stopped in the museum.
At this moment, in the curator's office upstairs, after a loud cheer, Heather snuggled softly on Lango's chest, breathing slightly hurriedly, and a blurry light flashed in her eyes.
Lange gently smoothed the scattered hair on her face and asked softly: "Is the assistant's work going well?"
"Um"
Heather tried her best to hold herself up and nodded contentedly while arranging her clothes: "It's very good. The colleagues here are very friendly and have your protection. They also respect me very much."
Lange nodded slightly. Unlike other companies, the personnel structure of the Natural History Museum is very simple. In addition to the staff in the exhibition hall, the most numerous are the technicians who restore cultural relics behind the scenes. Therefore, the interpersonal relationships here are simple and pure. Everyone Almost everyone has a guaranteed job, and there are no workplace disputes.
He got dressed under Heather's service, patted her butt, and asked casually: "If one day, I want to go to another world to live, will you go with me?"
"Other worlds?" Heather puzzled: "I don't understand."
"It literally means a world different from the one we live in now." Lango explained.
Heather didn't hesitate at all this time and nodded directly: "Of course I am willing. As long as I am with you, I am willing to do it no matter where I am."
"OK."
Lango smiled and made the decision to take Heather with him and escape to another world if he couldn't save the world.
In the past, he fell into a misunderstanding, thinking that Yumi's grimoire was very precious, so precious that he had to count the places to travel to other worlds on his fingers.
But after Teddy's reminder, he realized again that since there is no limit on the number of people, what's the harm in bringing more people if the world is really destroyed?
You can even hold an auction privately at that time. Cash may not work, but things like gold are still valuable in other worlds, and besides money, you can also bid on other things, such as women's beautiful things. flesh
Snap!
Lango immediately slapped his forehead to clear his dirty thoughts. After a trip to Round Clam Town, he felt that his moral limit seemed to be getting lower and lower.
After Heather left the office and went home, he packed up and went to the exhibition hall.
When he came back from the mysterious island and entrusted the golden altar to Amos to find someone to process it, the old boy strongly requested that the altar be made into a golden cross. It was because things were busy at the time and there was always work in the museum. The staff was working late at night, so he didn't ask too many questions. This time, he would ask carefully if he had the opportunity.
Entering the exhibition hall, the old man was the same as before. Perhaps because he was not afraid of lung cancer, he always had a cigar in his mouth and puffed it into his lungs.
The two chatted for a while, and then Lange asked his doubts.
Hearing this, Amos raised a smile on his lips and asked: "Rango, have you ever thought about your advantages compared to other dark creatures?"
"Um?"
Lange frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
His speed is very fast, but many of the enemies he encounters have teleportation skills, so this is definitely not an advantage.
Flying ability? Not to mention, there are countless flying dark creatures.
From this point of view, only the powerful physical body and defense given by the [Dragon Body], as well as the blue light given by the system, which can cause additional damage to all kinds of extraordinary creatures, are what he truly relies on. Before he could answer, Amos spoke eloquently: "Your strongest ability is your ability to fight in close quarters, especially your strong physical strength combined with the fighting skills you learned from that mouse. Finally, there is Your boy’s super power of emitting blue light is invincible.”
"However, your weakness is also obvious. You don't have any magic power in your body. When you encounter many opponents with other supernatural powers, especially those with long-range attack capabilities, it is easy to become passive if the opponent's speed is not worse than yours."
"So?" Lange asked confused.
Amos said mysteriously: "I have an old friend who forges sacred weapons in the Holy See. If you ask someone to bring the altar to him, and then give him my letter of introduction, he will definitely be able to forge a weapon containing faith for you." The golden cross of strength.”
"Once this cross is inserted into the ground, it will open the forbidden magic realm. Any existence that does not believe in God will lose magic power in this realm."
"Even those who can be called immortal will be deprived of the power from their blood within the realm of God's divine power, and will be slaughtered like ordinary people."
".Fake!" Lango said in shock: "Didn't you tell me earlier that there was such a good thing?"
Thinking of the scene described by Amos, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then he thought of a question and hurriedly asked: "You just said that only those who do not believe in God will be suppressed, what if the other party What about believing in God?”
"Oh, then the strength will be infinitely enhanced." Amos said honestly.
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Lange was speechless for a moment. When Amos saw this, he started his missionary work again: "So you might as well join Catholicism. Don't forget, I baptized and blessed your eyes with my own hands. You are already half a Christian." Well, why not just join in? If it develops well, you might be able to go back to heaven with the angels when the world is destroyed, right?"
Lange glanced at him a few times and sneered angrily. Amos was good at everything, but he always wanted to seduce himself into joining the Holy See.
It would be fine if he was gay and had a copper-smelting addiction, but he was a mature man with a normal sexual orientation. He had a net worth of tens of millions, he could count his confidante on one hand, and he was backed by the largest official underground organization in North America.
Unless you are mentally ill, there is no way you can join the Vatican and be the fighting priest that Amos mentioned.
"Don't miss you. It's impossible for me to believe in God."
Lange then raised his eyebrows and said: "And our world may not necessarily be destroyed. Even if it does happen one day, I still have my place to go, which is no worse than heaven."
"Oh?" After Amos heard this, his eyes drifted to Yuumi who was playing among the dinosaur skeletons in the distance, and asked curiously: "Have you decided to go to other worlds?"
"That's right!"
Lange's eyes were firm: "My plan is to first find a world suitable for our survival and gain a firm foothold; then, we will go to those worlds with strong people to seek their help and support."
"Then do you have a goal in mind?"
"yeah."
Lango smiled, his eyes seeming to penetrate the barriers of time and space, casting towards the distant unknown land: "That is a world with many superpowers."
"Where's the time?"
"tomorrow."
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(End of chapter)