Chapter 164: Holy Doraemon Blesses My Wife with Eight in One Birth!

Zhou Yun instinctively waved his arm toward the half-air, feeling as though he had struck something,

but when he raised his eyes, it seemed he had struck nothing at all.

Denton beside him could not help but lift his head, looking at Zhou Yun's suddenly raised arm in confusion,

his elbow nearly jabbing Denton in the face.

A shallow, awkward smile appeared on Zhou Yun's face.

"Hit a mosquito," Zhou Yun said.

Denton blinked and could not help but ask, "Are there mosquitoes in Bar?"

Zhou Yun paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that there really were no mosquitoes in Bar,

perhaps because the intensity of the wars among the people of Bar back then had been too great, and the intense radiation had directly killed off most insects.

Or perhaps Bar already had too many blood-sucking creatures, so mosquitoes had no ecological niche?

"We need a great sage of biology to fill the vacancy left by the absence of mosquitoes in Bar," Zhou Yun said with a smile, joking.

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure within the Bai Guang; at this moment, it should have appeared and chirped a few times,

but this time it did not, and Zhou Yun vaguely noticed that the blue mixed within the Bai Guang beside him had become slightly more abundant,

as if the existence of this church had strengthened those blue lights.

"That is truly wicked," Denton said, laughing heartily upon hearing this.

But he quickly reined in his smile and fixed his gaze upon the altar,

"The Weisi Sect is coming!"

Denton revealed a devout expression, clasping his hands into a circle against his chest; this seemed to be their prayer gesture.

Footsteps sounded from behind the altar, and the Asford and Lexio refugees around immediately fell silent,

all clasping their hands into fists against their chests, praying in low voices and praising the Holy Doraemon.

Zhou Yun watched this scene with a flat expression; he had grown somewhat accustomed to it and no longer felt embarrassed.

"May the Holy Doraemon bless my wife with triplets in one birth..." a man dressed as a Lexio herdsman, sitting in front of Zhou Yun, said with his head bowed.

"..." Zhou Yun's eye twitched slightly; do not entrust every matter to Doraemon, you bastard!

He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and looked toward the altar,

wondering who that Weisi Sect member might be... Xiang Xiang Leina? Old One-Eye? Or someone else?

The Weisi Sect member draped in a flax-colored robe slowly emerged from behind the altar, revealing to Zhou Yun's eyes a face so aged it was rare to see in either Bar or Asford,

Zhou Yun's eyelids could not help but twitch, and his arms suddenly gripped the sides of his chair tightly.

The old man with an ugly face stood beneath the statue of Doraemon, slowly spreading his arms, and a devout expression appeared on his ashen face,

"Rejoice, all of you, for the Holy Doraemon is with us!"

Lag, draped in a flax-colored robe, revealed a dry smile and shouted loudly:

"Praise the Holy Doraemon, you are the source of all machines, you are the dragon that devours insects, you are hope and redemption!"

Zhou Yun's eye twitched, his entire body sitting on the chair with a numb expression, watching Lag preach the faith of the Holy Doraemon from above,

and in the corner of his eye, the winged figure mixed within the blue-white light was loudly mocking Zhou Yun.

How is it this guy Lag??

Zhou Yun had considered it might be Old One-Eye, or Xiang Xiang Leina, but never imagined it would be this fellow Lag.

Lag began to listen one by one to the wishes of the believers,

some praying for health, some for good fortune, and others for their machines to run with high efficiency, but there were also some...

The Lexio herdsman sitting in front of Zhou Yun stood up, speaking in a rustic Lexio accent of Low Gothic with a simple face, asking:

"Will the Holy Doraemon bless my wife with quadruplets in one birth?"

Not brother, in the time it took, how did you add another? You cannot be so greedy.

Zhou Yun watched this scene with a numb face.

Lag's ugly face revealed a brilliant smile, and he nodded toward this Lexio herdsman:

"As long as you are devout, the Holy Doraemon will bless you; whether three, four, or six, seven, eight... as long as you are devout, your wife can give birth to them all."

"Praise the Holy Doraemon——————"

"I told you to praise Doraemon!"

Zhou Yun could finally bear it no longer; he suddenly rose from his chair, startling Denton beside him,

and then, amidst the shocked gazes of everyone in the church, Zhou Yun almost instantly vanished from his spot, then suddenly appeared before Lag.

"I told you to praise Doraemon!"

Lag's face was full of confusion and bewilderment; before he could react, Zhou Yun's fist smashed into his face:

"I told you eight in one birth! I told you Holy Doraemon! Take my Peerless Raccoon Cat Flying Head Fist!"

"Aaaaaah!!!" Lag's screams of agony echoed throughout the entire church.

Behind the small church in the Second Fidia City, Lag tightened his face, enduring the pain to maintain the dignity of the Weisi Sect, looking at the man before him who had just delivered several heavy punches to his face.

After punching the man, this man not only showed no urgency but did not run; instead, he dragged Lag to the back of the small church, saying he wanted to talk with Lag. "Friend, you may not believe; whether you believe or not, the Holy Doraemon grants all."

"All who believe, all who are devout, Doraemon will bestow extra good fortune upon you, and you shall be blessed."

Lag assumed a devout, preaching posture, which somehow lent some credibility to his ugly face.

"..." Do I look like a human or like Doraemon?" Zhou Yun asked, taking a deep breath.

"..." Obviously a human, right?" Lag said somewhat bewilderedly.

Zhou Yun nodded, then reached out and swept his hand across his face, tearing off the body clay covering his face, while simultaneously removing the Phantom Thief DX suit beneath the body clay.

"Now?" Zhou Yun revealed his face and asked, looking at Lag.

Lag suddenly paused, then a look of delight appeared on his face: "Brother Zhou Yun! You are still alive!"

"By the Holy Doraemon! Holy Doraemon, bless us! You're still alive! I've been looking for you for so long, I thought you..."

Hearing Lag's words, Zhou Yun's brows furrowed slightly.

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"Didn't you guess?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but ask.

Although Lag's intelligence was low enough to be second-to-last in Asford, it shouldn't be impossible for him to guess that Zhou Yun was Ryan Ruse,

for when he was in Asford, he was one of Zhou Yun's few acquaintances.

Knowing Zhou Yun was Ryan Ruse and further guessing Zhou Yun was Doraemon was entirely a logical progression.

"Guess what?" Lag asked, his face full of confusion.

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun looked at the confusion on Lag's face and vaguely remembered something...

Oh, it was Xiang Xiang Leina. Xiang Xiang Leina had originally used psychic energy to implant a psychological suggestion in Lag, making Lag unaware that Zhou Yun was Ryan Ruse,

at the time to prevent Lag's loose tongue from revealing Zhou Yun's true identity to the Gene-Thief.

Later, when the Swarm invaded and the entire Asford fell into war, both Zhou Yun and Xiang Xiang Leina forgot about it, and no one remembered to remove this psychological suggestion from Lag.

So Lag has still not realized that Zhou Yun is Ryan Ruse.

Zhou Yun stroked his chin and said tentatively, "Actually, I am Ryan Ruse."

The instant Zhou Yun spoke these words, Lag's eyes became clear yet dull, losing their light,

until Zhou Yun's voice fell, and only then did light return to Lag's gaze.

"Huh? Brother Zhou Yun, what did you just say?" Lag was stunned and asked.

As expected, Xiang Xiang Leina's psychological suggestion still existed.

Zhou Yun stroked his chin but couldn't help feeling strange,

why hadn't Xiang Xiang Leina removed it for Lag?

"Where is Xiang Xiang Leina? Where is she now? I have something to ask her." Zhou Yun looked at Lag and said.

Lag seemed so excited by seeing Zhou Yun safe and sound that he momentarily forgot the pain on his face.

But when he heard Zhou Yun wanted to find Xiang Xiang Leina, Lag still couldn't help but pause.

"Brother Zhou Yun, don't you know?"

"The Holy Mother of the Xiang Leina Sect never came to Baal."

"Now, all the Ark Gang members who came to Baal, the followers of the Holy Doraemon, and other refugees are managed by me, Brother Old One-Eye, and Big Sister Dixie."

"I am on Baal Secundus, while Dixie and Brother Old One-Eye are on Baal Prime."

"Xiang Xiang Leina didn't come to Baal?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Where did she go?"

This information was slightly unexpected to Zhou Yun,

Xiang Xiang Leina hadn't come to Baal, and Lag had even become one of the leaders of the refugees in the Netherworld Sector.

According to what Lag just said, not only Xiang Xiang Leina, but most former Ark Gang members had not come to Baal.

Dante actually let go of so much vital strength... Could it be...

"The Holy Mother of the Xiang Leina Sect, with most Ark Gang members, joined the Astra Militarum and went to Cadia with that General Droste."

Lag scratched his head:

"But Brother Old One-Eye, myself, and some other Ark Gang brothers didn't go with them."

"Brother Old One-Eye said he couldn't leave the refugees of Asford."

They really did go to Cadia with General Droste; Zhou Yun was no longer surprised.

This was normal; both Xiang Xiang Leina and Dante knew the importance of Cadia. If Xiang Xiang Leina joined the Astra Militarum to go to Cadia, Dante would absolutely not stop her.

According to Zhou Yun's memory, Dante even sent the elite First Company Terminators to Cadia, even though Baal faced the same predicament.

Then, Zhou Yun fixed his gaze on Lag.

He understood Xiang Xiang Leina's situation well, but Lag's change was a bit... a bit incomprehensible to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun could even perceive that this guy truly devoutly believed in the Holy Doraemon, without a shred of ulterior motive.

Lag in the lower hive of Asford wasn't too bad, but he was definitely not associated with devoutness.

Lag seemed to notice the strangeness in Zhou Yun's gaze; he scratched his head somewhat shyly, revealing an awkward smile on his ugly face.

"... Zhou Yun, to talk about what happened to me, we must first talk about the Holy Doraemon."

"You, Holy One, might as well believe too; the Holy Doraemon is very powerful!"

Feeling my mental state slightly better today, just sleepy.

(End of Chapter)