Chapter 93

This scene left the rebels, who had followed the two cats and rushed into the Holy City at the first opportunity, completely dumbfounded.

They had been fighting the Holy City for so many years without ever winning, but these two cats just kicked open the door and swaggered in.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that you two cats had gone home.

This naturally caused the group of rebels to steal several glances at the Lost Kal'tsit.

Although they didn't know who those two cats were, they were definitely connected to the Lost Kal'tsit.

Triplets? Clones? They couldn't possibly be mass-produced humanoid weapons..., could they...?

But they weren't the only ones confused; even the Lost Kal'tsit herself was completely bewildered.

The Lost Kal'tsit knows who she is: a creation of Pre-Civilization, Ama-10.

Although the initial plan for this model was indeed to mass-produce it...

But in the end, only Kal'tsit should be the one who succeeds, right?

Where did these two cats that look exactly like you come from?

A contingency plan from Pre-Civilization? Its own Sister Unit? Or perhaps...?

Lost Kal'tsit racked her brains for a while, but unfortunately, she couldn't figure out that some god was like a claw machine, grabbing her from a parallel world and bringing her here.

Moreover, there's no time for the Lost Kal'tsit to overthink things now.

Because the Savior Cat and the normal cat seemed to be lost, their pace of progress was... a bit slow.

However, this slowness is based on the premise that the path cannot be taken in a straight line.

Those two cats can't fly, and they don't have the interest of thinking, "There's no way out? Why don't we just smash this wall open and there will be a way?"

So they had to take frequent detours, but the two cats' destination was unusually clear, as if...

"It's as if the two of them looked down upon the entire Holy City from high above and obtained a general route..."

Thinking of this, Lost Kal'tsit couldn't help but look up at the sky.

But there was nothing there.

There was only a roar that howled past my ears:

"Stop them!"

"They're going into the temple!"

"Backup! Come quickly and get backup!"

With that sound, Lost Kal'tsit looked down and saw that the two cats had already entered the temple.

Turning his head again, he glanced behind him and saw that reinforcements from the Holy Guard Musketeers were arriving from behind.

The Lost Kal'tsit had no choice but to shout, "Follow them into the temple! Be on guard!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the Lost Kal'tsit and her companions also rushed into the temple:

"Who are you? Oh... I recognize you, Kal'tsit. Although I don't know why you have become two, I don't recall summoning you. Since you were banished by the 'law,' you are forbidden from setting foot in this Holy City again—"

Inside the temple, there was only one person: the Pope, dressed in black.

With his back to the Savior Cat and the normal cat, the Pope seemed completely unfazed by the intruder's intrusion.

But the Savior Cat and the normal cat looked at each other.

"Expelled by the 'law'?"

"You're not allowed to set foot here again?"

Does this seem like her style?

"Picture."

The Savior Cat and the normal cat had a brief conversation, exchanging a few words.

The "she" they were referring to was, of course, Precise.

If it weren't for Chen Ran's Lord God reminder, the two of them might have actually wondered why the law wouldn't allow Kal'tsit to enter the city.

But now...

[Precise woke up, intending to work from home. He turned on his laptop, but his house cat, 'Kal'tsit,' started meowing and jumping onto the keyboard, beginning to cause trouble.]

In a fit of anger, Precise grabbed Kal'tsit by the scruff of her neck and threw her out the door.

"Go away, don't disturb my work. I'm not like a prophet who spoils you. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll throw you away to be a stray cat," Precise scolded Kal'tsit, then slammed the door shut.

But Kal'tsit was just a cat; she couldn't understand human speech. All she knew was that she had been thrown out, so she started scratching at the door, yelling, "Let me in! Let me in now! Why did you throw me out?!"

It seems... uh... this kind of plot actually makes sense?

So the conversation between the Savior Cat and the normal cat just now meant:

'Could Precise be capable of such a thing? Did she just find us annoying and throw us out?'

'She can do it.'

After the Savior Cat and the normal cat reached a consensus, they nodded.

They couldn't even be bothered to listen to His Holiness the Pope's rambling.

"Completely obsessed."

"Strange and mysterious."

"Mon3tr".

"Go, get this pope out of his wits."

So when the Lost Kal'tsit and her companions arrived at the temple.

What I saw was a Mon3t grabbing the pope's leg and lifting him up to start swinging a giant windmill.

It was swung around in a circle and thrown out again. Another Mon3tr stretched out its paw to catch it and continued to swing the windmill.