These big shots are actually me

And the most important thing is that no one knows how to transform a mortal into such a spirit that can remain in the world after death. Even the goddess Leia, who understands the soul best, cannot save her people.

Therefore, the Utopia could not exist from the beginning.

Even when Mozo was still Aragorn, he knew very well that the ideal country described to the people by the Faith of Victory had always been just a dream that the goddess herself felt was out of reach.

It's just that the goddess Shengli of that period may really be moving towards her dream. But what happened back then has nothing to do with today.

It is enough to know that the Utopia does not exist.

Looking at the crazily shining inscriptions all around. After the old bishop finished his apology to Mozo.

He just closed his eyes and prayed silently.

Marquis Bill's men outside also rushed out as soon as they saw the church suddenly closed.

But immediately after they saw the countless inscriptions that were shining crazily, they rushed back faster than when they came.

Mozo in the church stopped his thoughts and immediately took out the pure white scale from the bag on his waist.

It was Chun Tian Ping who left the bag before complaining to Mo Zuo.

It was horrifying to see countless inscriptions that were crazily rising in energy level.

"This, this is Xibol's explosion magic?! Partner, why do you always wander to such dangerous places!"

"Do you also know what this technique is?"

"Of course I know. Xibor's Explosion Magic is a great magic that can accurately control the explosion range, and can also blow up everything within the range. It looks like it's about to explode. Partner, don't be stunned. Now, hurry up and make a wish!"

Mozo also said without further delay:

"I am Aragorn Isildur, Duke of Hebron! I exchange this for the safe dismantling of Sibor's Explosion Magic and for my ability to successfully retrieve the Sword of Anduriel!"

"That's right, partner, don't worry, this little magic trick is definitely not as good as the information you gave me, huh? Is your special brew Aragon, Duke of Hebron? And then you still have to go find Anduri Your Holy Sword?”

Chun Tian Ping scolded him at that time.

Why can't you finish this thousand-layer cake?

Watching the inscriptions covering the entire church change from shining crazily just now to dissipating one by one at the moment.

Only then did Mo Zuo withdrew his gaze and turned to Chun Tianping and said:

"This doesn't seem to be a big deal, does it?"

"Isn't this a big deal? This is not an unknown Duke. This special brew is a well-known hero during the Orc War. This, um, this, uh, seems to be not as good as the previous ones?"

Thinking again of Mo Zuo's previous identities, Pure White Ping suddenly turned off.

If you think about it carefully, the identity of the Duke of Aragon seems to be nothing compared to the other identities of his partner who is like a layered cake!

Why should a country Duke from a bitter cold land compete with such famous figures as the Lord of Painted Shadows and the Sun King?

And the most important thing is that a great Aragorn also involves a Hazel Empire!

Compared with the previous ones, this is nothing!

After realizing this, Chun Tianping immediately smiled happily at Mo Zuo:

"Ahem, well done, partner! You will learn more about this kind of knowledge in the future. I like this kind of information that is neither good nor bad the most!"

Here, Chun Tian Ping sighed with a smile that he had finally done a normal business with high quality.

The old bishop on the other side stood up with shock and looked at the extinguished inscriptions around him.

Then the old bishop pointed at Mozo:

"You! What did you just say?"

After Mozo put down the white scale, he looked at the old bishop and said with a smile:

"I said I was Aragorn Isildur!"

After hearing Mozo clarify his identity once again, the old bishop's face suddenly showed a complex expression that even Mozo could not describe in his own words.

After a while, the old bishop asked Mozo:

"Yes, is it the Duke of Aragorn Isildur who was written in the book who died long ago?"

What do you mean the one who died long ago...

Mozo was also choked by these words. After coughing, Mozo held up a pure white scale and said:

"You are also a high-ranking priest of the Church of True God. You should know that what I am holding in my hand is the pure white scale, one of the original divine objects! And I don't need to say more about what this means, right?"

As the diocesan bishop placed by the True God Church in Geling City, the old bishop must have good knowledge.

So when Mozo said these words, no matter how shocked the old bishop was, his face was twisted.

He could only nodded sadly.

Even so, the old bishop couldn't help but said:

"But how is this possible? How can you be Lord Aragorn?"

322 There is a better way (3k)

Mo Zuo smiled and expressed his understanding of the old bishop's gradual shock. Immediately, he looked back at the church where the inscription had disappeared.

While using his own ability to draw a false explosion inscription on him, he said to the old bishop:

"Whether you believe it or not, the facts are here. Of course, if you think I made this deliberately to deceive you, that's okay. It's just that I sincerely hope you can believe me."

"Because this should allow many, many people to survive safely."

I don’t know if it was Mozo’s last words that touched the old bishop or something else.

In short, after Mozo finished speaking, the old bishop shook his head helplessly and said:

"Okay, I believe you. After all, what you are holding in your hand is indeed consistent with the legend, and I don't think they will make a big fight for me. After all, this Xibor Explosion Magic is in my opinion. There is no way Chiri could be shut down.”

"But you stopped it, so what you want to take is not a real pure white scale, but some other high-sequence item. I will admit these two, whether they are true or false."

Of these two possibilities, the former does not need to be said much, and the latter is enough for the old bishop to recognize, because the glimmer of hope represented by Mozo makes the old bishop unwilling and afraid to let go. At least until it was confirmed that Mozo was really just a pawn of the nobles, the old bishop would never give up.

Seeing that the old bishop finally admitted his identity.

Mozo, who had painted a false explosion inscription on the church to delay time, sat down again and said:

"Although this can cope with the people outside for a while, it won't last long, so I must take advantage of this time to have a good talk with you."

The old bishop nodded in agreement and sat down.

"What do you want to know?"

Mozo knew that the two parties had only established initial trust, so he did not ask the old bishop's companions such sensitive and unnecessary questions.

Mozo asked the question that had been on his mind since the beginning:

"You plan to sacrifice yourself to buy time for your companions, so I want to know what your companions are going to do?"

Mozo knew that this issue was very sensitive, but he had to ask. What the other party did was undoubtedly a sign that they would take action in the near future!

Under this situation, Mozo felt that if he didn't know anything, not only would he regret it, but these resisters might not get a good result either.

Even Mozo had some doubts that the rebels' plan was probably doomed to be useless from the beginning.

He hoped to avoid such futility if possible.

The old bishop was hesitant about Mozo's inquiry.

Mo Zuo waited quietly without any urging. The time he bought was not much, but such waiting was undoubtedly necessary.

After a few breaths, the old bishop sighed and said:

"I hope I made the right choice."

After saying this, the old bishop said to Mozo:

"My companions have determined that they will launch an armed uprising and occupy Geling City at the Victory Festival five days later!"

Mozo knew that they must be planning something very big, but he never thought that what the other party was planning was so big? !

After being stunned for a moment, Mo Zuo suppressed the ups and downs in his heart and asked:

"I'm not laughing at you, but how can you get enough troops to occupy Geling City? And even if there are a considerable number of troops supporting you, how can you fight against the large number of mid- and high-sequence extraordinary beings in Geling City?"

In Mozo's hometown, such an armed uprising may be able to make up for the power gap by relying on the right time, place and people.

But in this extraordinary world of fools, there is absolutely no way to make up for the gap in quality with quantity. What's more, Mozo really doesn't think these rebels can win much military support.

The old bishop lowered his head and said:

"On the day of the Victory Festival, not only are the soldiers allowed to drink, but even the sentries standing guard can secretly drink until they are drunk. This is an opportunity, and they will not take much precautions."

"In addition to the troops who agreed to support us from the beginning, there are many officers in the camp who also maintain a wait-and-see attitude. As long as they see the results, some of them will definitely follow us."

"In the end, as long as we can really capture Geling City, people in other areas will definitely follow suit."

Mozo quickly interrupted the old bishop's speech and said in an almost strong voice:

"That's enough. You and I should both know that this can only expand your influence, but it will never be a decisive factor!"

"Did you not plan anything and just rely on your passion to do things? I understand your feelings, but how can such a reckless plan be confirmed?"

"This is not blood, nor is it justice, this is just futile sacrifice!"

Hearing this, the old bishop couldn't help but stood up and shouted angrily:

"We are pursuing the dawn of the long night! Sacrifice is acceptable! All of us know this! I cannot allow you to insult like this! Their sacrifice is extremely noble!"

Mozo also shouted in an even more angry voice:

"Should those who pursue light live to see the dawn?"

This sentence instantly struck the old bishop's mind. After a moment of silence, he sat back in despair and murmured:

"We also want to, but this long night is really disappointing. We can't wait for the dawn, and we can't see any light."

"So, we, we."

The old bishop who said this was already trembling all over.

Mo Zuo also suddenly said at this moment:

"You knew from the beginning that it would be impossible to succeed? Your goal is not to occupy Geling. Do you want to let others know that there are still people who are resisting?"

After being accurately predicted by Mozo once again, the old bishop slowly stopped trembling and struggling with his face filled with astonishment. He glanced at Mozo helplessly before saying with a wry smile:

"Can you tell me, are you too smart, or are our plans too naive?"

Without waiting for Mozo to answer, the old bishop continued:

"As I said, there is really no hope in this long night. After you and Emperor Baggins left, everything has changed. Her Majesty the Goddess gave up her glory, and Queen Carol also changed her original intention."

"After seeing this situation, the other surrounding countries also slowly but quickly changed their attitudes."

"When the original change makers left, our lives went from prosperity to continuous decline. Our predecessors don't know how much blood and sacrifice they have paid, but this darkness is really as sticky as ink."

"It can't tolerate a little light!"

The old bishop looked at his pinched fingertips and said:

"They will put out even a little spark immediately! And such sparks have appeared countless times in history. They have also been blown out countless times!"

"Today, almost everyone has accepted everything. Those of us who are wishful thinking have also gone from being constantly lucky at the beginning to struggling now."

"No one believes in the light anymore! It's as if everything in the beginning was just a dream!"

Speaking of this, the old bishop looked at Mo Zuo and said:

"This isn't right, we all feel it's wrong."

Mozo also looked at the old bishop with complicated eyes and said:

"So you plan to attack Geling City?"

"Yes, we also know that it is impossible to succeed, but as long as we do it, we will definitely light a fire in Nengling City!"

After the old bishop said this, he held Mo Zuo's shoulders with great excitement and said:

"This fire can only shine on this long night for a short time, but it is precisely because of this endless night that our fire will shine in more places!"

"Even if it's only for a moment, we firmly believe that this moment of light is enough to make everyone who is used to the long night understand that there are still people who are resisting! We still have hope!"

"They will definitely understand that not everything is right by nature!"