Chapter 337 The Pope's Invitation

"By the way, Gao Zhiming, if you want me to keep giving birth and occupy the entire Earth Sea with our children, then don't even think about it. You know how hard it was for me to make such a big lump back then. Born? I lost most of my life."

Charles patted Anna's back lightly, "Thank you, if I knew, I would definitely be by your side."

Hearing this, the corners of Anna's mouth rose slightly, and a smile appeared on her face. "It's almost the same, how's it going, is there going to be a fourth round?"

Before he could reply, the keen Charles immediately heard footsteps outside the door.

"Your Excellency, the Pope is waiting for you in the church. He asks you to come over as soon as possible."

"Wait for me, I guess the old man has something important to do with me." As Charles got off the bed, the messy clothes around him flew back quickly.

Hearing Charles' footsteps gradually leaving, the naked Anna stood up from the big soft bed.

"Crack!" With Anna clapping her hands lightly, Shining appeared in front of her.

"Let's go, Winky, we should go back. I haven't seen me over there for so long. I guess I'm going crazy."

"Your father? He's fine. There are plenty of people to accompany him. We don't have many, and we have a lot if we don't."

"Shua!" As Anna disappeared in an instant with Shining, the room gradually became deserted.

As soon as he walked into the gorgeous Hope Island Illuminati Church, Charles saw the back of the Pope looking at the chart.

"Son, you've been a little slack these days. Has the woman's gentleness softened your determination to go home?" the Pope said without turning his head.

Charles carefully looked at the back of the Pope in front of him, "What? I have to report to you whenever I go."

The merciful pope turned around and walked slowly in front of Charles. "Charles, shouldn't you be more polite when facing an old man several times your age?"

Charles looked at him indifferently, walked to the stool next to him and sat down on his own. "What are you calling me for?"

"How was the last exploration? Are there any exit clues?"

"No." Charles quickly told the Pope selectively about the ecological park under the deep sea.

"Oh~" The Pope sitting on Charles' right side stroked his beard and nodded knowingly.

"Those guys are really pitiful. Not only are their bodies deformed and their brains demented, but they will also be enslaved by a living relic. May the God of Light bless their souls to rest in peace."

After the Pope finished praying, he leaned forward slightly and asked, "What is that thing covered with tentacles and eyeballs before? I feel a special aura about it."

A gleam of wariness flashed in Charles' eyes. "If you brought me here to chat, then you've talked enough, I have something important to do, I'll go back first."

After Charles finished speaking, he walked towards the exit and prepared to leave.

"Wait, my compatriots in the Holy Light Cathedral found some clues from those sinful papers, some clues about the exit."

"What?" Charles turned around. Looking at the pope asked.

As the pope slightly raised his hand, a scroll of sea charts on the table next to him quickly unfolded and floated into his hand.

The wrinkled right hand quickly pointed along the longitude and latitude lines on the chart, pointing to a small island chain 700 nautical miles north of Hope Island.

This island chain is a small part of the sea chart given to Charles by the Pope. If what he said is true, then this is undoubtedly much more convenient than Charles's preparation for finding a needle in a haystack.

Provided, of course, that what the Pope has to say is true.

"From some letters, we found that in this small area, there is an existence called the door that they keep mentioning. I feel that this is very likely to be the location of the surface exit."

"Gate?" Charles glanced at the Pope in surprise, "You really only found out about this news recently? Why do I feel that you always have something to hide from me, and tell me what else you know."

The Pope slapped his knees with his hands, and sighed helplessly, "You are too suspicious, why do you say I want to harm you? What good does it do me to harm you? To occupy your island? You know that the Light God sect How many islands are there now? Can you see a small island like yours?"

"I don't think you're trying to harm me, you're just using me."

The pope's face showed a rare hint of helplessness, "It's too tiring to deal with people like you. If everyone in Earthsea accepted the blessing of the light, how could there be so many doubts."

"It's fine if you say it before, but I saved your life that time on Swanden Island. If it wasn't for me, you would have been crushed to pieces by Swann's heirs. Charles, take out some Come on sincerely."

"The dangerous places you explored before, I have sent people to block them firmly. You see, I am doing my best for mankind, right? Our Guangming God Sect is a formal religion that advocates harmony and love."

"If you still don't believe me, then forget it. Our cooperation will end here, and we will find our own way. If there is trouble with Swan and the like looking for your island in the future, don't blame our Guangming God for not helping our allies. "

The pope's rambling chatter is a bit unlike him in the past.

Looking at the chart in front of him, Charles quickly estimated the current situation.

If the pope didn't say this information, according to his plan, he should search for these large islands one by one.

Originally, this island chain was in this large sea area, and it was also within his exploration plan, but now these islands are just moved forward a little bit.

After thinking for a while, Charles shifted his gaze from the map to the Pope. "Answer some of my questions, as long as you can help me solve my doubts, I will explore this island chain."

The Pope flipped his right hand, and two eggs with white shells appeared in his hand. He took one for himself, and stretched out another one in front of Charles. "Talk while eating."

"You once said that I was the chosen one like you, right? Which god chose me?"

Seeing that Charles refused to eat, the Pope took the eggs back. "You really want to know?"

A flash of light flashed through Charles' mind. "certainly."

"Idick. You are the chosen one of Idick." After the Pope finished speaking, he closed his eyes and raised his hand lightly.

The egg shell in his hand cracked quickly, and it was suspended and closed in front of Charles.

Soon something spliced ​​together from egg shells is rapidly taking shape.

Charles leaned forward unconsciously, the thing looked familiar to him.

Just as that thing was getting more and more perfect, Charles' sealed memory suddenly cracked a gap.

With a "buzz", Charles' body suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly found himself in the dark, icy sea water, with something hanging in front of him, constantly expanding and contracting.

That mass of indescribable spindle flesh, its body is not completely solid, it looks like it is covered with a layer of watercolor filter.

There are many yellow eyes of different sizes on the trembling flesh and blood. Between the eyes, there are various deformed mouths dripping with black mucus, which are constantly crowded and screaming.

"Idick?" Charles' thought flashed through what was left of his mind.