PFC Chapter 391 Taboo Item Auction Venue
Chapter 391 Taboo Item Auction Venue
After the ceremony was completed, the believers immediately stood up and surrounded the seemingly unmodified human in front of them, but Rebos simply activated the spirit-exorcising force field and made them retreat with their heads covered.
Rebos stepped forward until he was stopped by a group of high-ranking sages, the pinnacle of Reza's wisdom, the center of power, and the pinnacle of transformation.
Although the exorcism force field was at full power, as sages they all had their own means to reduce this imperceptible damage.
", Iron Chop's technique, kid, the alien's forbidden technology is not so easy to use. And if you start right away, I think what we are going to talk about next will not be so easy to carry out."
Although the Casting General's voice was loud, the sound transmitted by his completely modified vocal organs was more like the sound of metal colliding, with the emotional tone being just a lubricant mixed in.
Moreover, not only the sound, but also the opponent's body is difficult to define, because with the steam jets and the jumping of electric arcs, the huge body structure is also changing irregularly.
Rebos still turned off the exorcism field because he noticed that the dome of the building and some of the components in the complex machines that were constantly moving were moving with a clear purpose.
"You know the danger deactivation code, hold the Holy Symbol of Mars, and possess the technology of the Necrons. Which sage of the Kingdom of Red Sand are you?"
"You don't need to know, and I have no obligation to tell you. The relationship between you and me is just a cooperation that ends when it's over."
The general moved his transport ship-like head and controlled the six cranes to move forward.
“You don’t say anything, but you’re thinking about reaching a cooperation with Riza? Hahahaha. You should be thankful that I transformed the emotional center of the cerebral cortex early on. Otherwise, based on my temper 300 years ago, what’s in front of me would have been a pool of dissolving liquid by now.”
Although the general said he would not take action, six plasma cannon barrels extended from his body. Each of them had a caliber of more than two meters. Even a knight would fall to his knees after being fired at by this one.
Those sages also showed off their mechanical "muscles", and all kinds of weapons such as scepters and amulets that seemed useless but were actually powerful were displayed.
Many believers are eager to try. The difference in doctrines also makes them hate the people of Martians particularly. They are all eager to get started.
"Kid, I don't care which old guy is behind you. The Martian team can't play 0.01% of the role in Riza. I don't want to make trouble in the temple. You'd better take your mess and roll back to the sea of stars as soon as possible."
The words of the Casting General were like electrical signals, and the plasma cannon on his body immediately accumulated energy, and the azure light became somewhat dazzling.
Rebos remained unmoved and casually drew a line in the empty space in front of him. Then, there seemed to be some kind of dislocation in the area less than a meter away.
When Rebos's arm reached out to the twisted position, it disappeared. When he pulled it back, a complex and sophisticated machine appeared in his hand.
The technology of opening the rift in another dimension made the surrounding believers gasp, and those knowledgeable sages also showed a lack of calmness.
The core temperature rises, the electric signal charge surges... These cannot escape Rebos's perception. Compared with his own, their modifications are ridiculous and pathetic...
If the Casting General's entire body had not been modified, he would have definitely let out a cry of surprise. Even so, he expressed a certain attitude in his own way.
"Boom!"
The gear scepter fell with a loud bang, and a mechanical arm popped out from the general's body, flying towards Rebos with a "ding ding ding ding" sound. Then a red light shot out from the top, and the shrouded prototype flew towards the other side with a "whoosh".
The prototype, which was as big as a human head, was not even as big as the general's mechanical pupils, but the opponent's body sprayed out high-temperature steam when it saw the prototype for the first time.
"I don't represent Mars, I only represent myself." Rebos slowly stated the facts.
"Bah..."
High-temperature steam spewed out of the Casting General's body again, causing the temperature in the temple to rise a little. The other party used his circle of mechanical prosthetic eyes to examine Rebos in different ways.
"Oh... so this is what you rely on. It really makes my heart beat. In that case, there is nothing wrong with your attitude..."
"Everyone, stand down! No one is allowed to be within 12km of the temple within 3 Terra hours! Activate the Alpha-level shielding program. I don't want a single electrical signal to escape!"
Without exception, all the sages wanted to take a closer look at what the prototype was and why it made the general so excited, but they dared not disobey the boss's order and led their followers to leave quickly.
After everyone left, the general looked past the prototype and focused on Rebos again. The other party's calmness made him think for a long time.
"Why Riza?"
This time, Rebos did not hide his shortcomings and directly stated his reasons.
“Time, place, people.”
"Let me think... the forge world closest to the Great Rift, a group of scientific research priests who don't care whether it is a taboo or not. Time...?"
"The fastest and most suitable planet after killing the Inquisitor."
“Hahahahahahaha…, I didn’t expect to see the Akashic Reader again. Very good, very good. Then let’s discuss how we can cooperate.”
...
Ian and his team visited more than a dozen large factories of different types and were coaxed by the technical priests into spending 30 million Emperor Coins. The value of one gold coin was equivalent to a plasma pistol.
Today's money represents more than ten years of accumulation. If it is simply exchanged for armor and laser guns, it will be more than enough to arm a force of 10,000 people. This amount of currency can even be used to rent a free knight to accompany the team for a year.
In the end, Ian really couldn't bear it and decided not to continue visiting Riza with the other party, for fear of spending tens of millions again. If this amount of money was used to save the world, how many homeless people could have enough food to eat.
Although he was not spending his own money, it was precisely because of this situation that he felt like he was cheating on his own creed... The nun, who lived in poverty, was selfless and dedicated to the public, and had no private property, could naturally understand his feelings.
But sometimes, understanding cannot alleviate his inner entanglement. They will only take root and sprout in the deep corners, twisting and growing, unless... he atones to the God-Emperor!
But Benson didn't care. Seeing those high-end weapons he had never seen before in his pocket without spending a penny of his own money, he thought it was such a great opportunity and there was no need to be shy about it. He wanted to take over the military factory.
Then he hurried to Pope Ian and whispered:
"Your Holiness, Rebos said that the money is gone, so just buy it! Get a few more sets of nun-type power armor, and one plasma incinerator for each person.
Only with strength can we better spread the gospel of the Emperor, better spread His holy light, better pass on the creed of the state religion, and better save the world."
Ian glanced at the soldier who caught up with him halfway. Although his words were rough, he couldn't change his mind at will...
"Your Holiness, the auction house of the Quedinan Navigator family will open in two hours. As one of the most powerful nobles in Riza, the things inside may interest you."
The technical priest recommended it again, but this time Ian really didn't want to go on, so he quickly shook his head to indicate that he was a little tired, and it was time to return to the ship and pray day after day.
But the technical priest just laughed faintly, and then said loudly without hesitation:
"Your Holiness, according to inside information, 33% of the items for auction are relics of your religion. It seems that there are also the remains of a saint. As for the specific identity...the other party did not reveal it."
Such behavior in public naturally attracted many people to stop and listen, and the people on the street became excited.
Ian's eyes widened instantly, and the nuns behind him also frowned. After all, buying and selling the remains of saints was really blasphemous.
"Saint's remains?! Didn't the church get involved?"
The priest spread his hands and said:
"Haha, the starry sky is so vast, the wars are so numerous, and the number of people who have perished in the dark corners is as numerous as the stars. You should be grateful that the Quindinan family preserved the object. In order to thank them for protecting the holy relic, it is probably right to earn some hard work fees."
"Then he can hand it over to the Anglican diocese, and the cardinal will naturally announce his gratitude to the world." Ian said excitedly.
“Hehehe,… you know, words of gratitude alone cannot make people cross the sea of stars.”
Benson watched them bickering and couldn't help but be shocked.
"What a damn thief! The order must have taken a cut. If they catch one, they must squeeze him dry. Rebos is really stupid. Doesn't he understand that wealth should not be revealed to others..."
Benson was muttering when he saw Caroline looking at him with murderous eyes, and then he was hit in the lower back by Sister Stika's elbow.
"Shut up, you."
"okok"
However, having said that, Caroline herself felt that Rebs was quite straight. She herself was quite ignorant of the ways of the world, and she never expected that there was someone even straighter than her.
As for Ian, he was too lazy to argue with the other party. This news made him pause for a long time. In the end, he made a decision that went against his creed but in order to save the relics.
"Ah, you are indeed a wise Pope. May the Emperor always watch over you."
...
In the magnificent palace, the circular stage was flickering with soft lights, and the orchestra was playing melodious music for the guests.
The crowd was toasting and waiting for the auction to begin, but Ian, who was sitting on the second-floor stand, was in no mood at all and found all the food tasteless to him.
He didn't care about the chapter's relics, planetary ownership, or ship navigators. He even disliked this noisy place and wanted to leave immediately.
"Lot 12! The majestic figure of the God Emperor depicted with orc blood has been inactivated and will not give rise to new orcs. The starting price is 200 million God Emperor coins, and each bid must be increased by no less than 5."
The orcs' blood was dull and dim, and the God-Emperor in the painting looked somewhat restrained. Unlike his usual fighting posture, the God-Emperor in the painting was sitting under a tree and reading a book quietly.
The scent it exuded instantly intoxicated Ian. He wished that the tranquility and peace would surround him, so he had to buy it.
"700 million!"
"No. 199 bid 700 million. You are really rich. The portrait of the Emperor will surely shine brightly when hung in your warship!"
"750 million!"
"800 million!"
"920 million!"
Before Ian made his offer, the various powers off the field were already vying to make their bid, and he immediately stood up and started talking nonsense in anger.
"They know nothing! They just want to hide it and won't show it to the world. This is a relic of the church, not something that anyone can buy or sell!
Buy it! Quick! Buy it! "
Having said that, the combat nuns have not learned how to call the shots at an auction, and at this moment Ian extremely regretted that he was invited to the auction but he was stubborn and refused to attend. Now, seeing others shouting loudly, he couldn't open his mouth for a long time.
"I'll pay 3000!"
Just when the bid reached more than 10 million, Benson behind Ian released the bid on behalf of everyone else. He really didn't understand why spending money was so difficult.
He clearly has an unlimited credit card in his hand, so why not just shout and it's over... But if you think about it carefully, doesn't this just represent that apart from Ian's wholehearted dedication to preaching, his other leisure and entertainment activities are basically zero?
"Don't worry, Your Holiness, I will help you to bid. I have been hanging around in various gambling stalls for a long time, so I know all of this very well.
However, I don’t understand. These things are not guns or cannons, nor are they fine armor. Is it necessary to take them so seriously? "
Ian stopped Sister Stika from elbowing him, took a deep breath, looked at the excited crowd and said:
“What is the church and the state religion? They are tools used to convey the words of the God-Emperor, but simple language cannot allow people to fully understand the God-Emperor.
The Divine Emperor is too far away, and people can only feel His greatness from sculptures, murals, scriptures and stories passed down orally.
The emergence of saints are heroes and good people who have absorbed the faith of the Divine Emperor. Their achievements are well documented, and they deserve to be remembered, worshipped, and used as role models by the world.
If I, as a believer of the Emperor of God, disdain and turn a blind eye to the spread of the gospel, then charity and good deeds are empty and false lies. "
The nuns clasped their hands together, silently feeling the philosophy in Ian's words and silently praising the greatness of the priest.
Benson didn't know what was going on. He took a deep breath and felt that Ian was so noble in his mind that it was frightening.
"I think I understand a little bit...light the sky lantern here!"
The murals were taken down, the sculptures were taken down, the altar was taken down, half of the manuscript of the "Sacred Word" was taken down, and the remains of the saints in the Armageddon star region were taken down.
The auction was extremely hot, with bids frighteningly high, especially for the more than 400-year-old remains of a saint enshrined in the Glorious Temple on the star Numan of the Church of the Armageddon Star Region.
He once led the resistance army to fight against the orcs for three years, defending Numan until the arrival of the imperial reinforcements, and was later canonized as a saint of the star region by the church. In the end, they all called out a high price of 3 to 7 million.
If it weren't for Rebos's unlimited crystal card, Ian would never be able to come up with nearly 15 billion Divine Emperor Coins in his entire life. This is the annual tithe of the agricultural world.
But maybe it is precisely because of this reason, otherwise why are these things sold at such high prices? These nobles don't seem to be the kind of people who admire the Emperor of God...
Ian believed that this group of people wanted to make a fortune from him, but what he didn't know was that behind the scenes of the auction, the technical priest was the one who paid the money.