Miracle

  Bai Jiatian deliberately tried to pique Yichun's curiosity, but seeing Yichun's face as calm as an ancient Buddha in a deep mountain, without even a slight change in the speed of his fingers playing with the jade pendant, he realized that he had encountered the kind of person who was most difficult to deal with. Perhaps it would be best for him to clearly say everything.

  Yi Chen leaned back slightly, and Feili immediately pulled out a cushion from the nearby sofa to support his back, making Yi Chen sit more comfortably. Yi Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly preparing for a long battle of wits. He wasn't in a hurry, anyway; if he couldn't earn that $50 million, so be it. And why were these cult members gathering, as long as they didn't bother him, what trouble could there be?

  Bai Jiatu smiled and gently stroked the golden cuff on his wrist, saying: "Dear Mr. Yichun, I think you'll be interested in this matter. Do you know the legend of the Stone Sword?"

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said: "Feili baby, what is the stone sword? Hmm? Is it a treasure sword inside a stone?"

  Fiona didn't seem like the type to be into fairy tales and legends either, she shook her head, looking at White with a puzzled gaze. White almost fainted, he exaggeratedly spread his hands: "Oh my god, don't you know about Excalibur? It's England's most famous thing! They say King Arthur pulled out this divine sword and unified the whole of England."

  Yi Chen flicked his lips and said, "Baron White Jade, if you go to China, you can find even more wonderful mythological stories. In Chinese mythology, there is a story about someone using a giant bow and arrow to shoot down the sun in the sky. Compared to unifying Britain, destroying a sun seems like a much more difficult task."

  Bai Jiatu choked on his breath, a mouthful of wine almost spitting out, nearly choking him to death. He helplessly shrugged and said: "Mr. Yichun, heavens! Are we really unable to find common ground? Alright, let's forget about King Arthur for now, but there's another story also related to the Sword in the Stone, perhaps you should listen."

  Yi Chen nodded and said politely: "Sir, I'm all ears."

  Bai Jiatu's heart sank even further, and he knew that Yi Chen wouldn't be interested in a mere legend. However, to explain the situation, he forced himself to continue: "There's another legend from the Middle Ages about a knight who was extremely powerful and evil. He indulged in wine, women, and violence, bringing disaster to his people. One day, an angel descended from heaven and told him, 'You must obey the Lord and turn over a new leaf.' The knight said, 'If you truly represent the Lord, then let my sword be able to pierce this stone.' The angel agreed with him. The knight raised his treasured sword and stabbed at a massive boulder, and to his surprise, the sword easily pierced the boulder more than a foot deep. The angel vanished, and the knight submitted to the Lord, spending the rest of his days in a monastery."

  Bai Jiatu stared at Yi Chen, who was yawning boredly, and then said to him: "In Chinese mythology, there are also gods giving elixirs to mortals, making them become gods directly. In comparison, our Chinese gods are more generous... Hahaha, at least they won't just advise him to be good."

  Bai Jiatian slightly leaned forward, saying in a low and mysterious tone: "This Stone Sword has truly existed all along, and many people in the world are aware of this matter."

  Yi Chen looked at him and said: "What do you think?"

  "This time, the gathering of these followers is related to the sword in the stone. When we surveyed it before, there was a secret room under the giant stone where the treasure sword was inserted, but very few people had the intention to survey it. This time, the people from the Vatican found something interesting inside, so they sent so many followers. The Sword in the Stone, together with the giant stone and the things that were discovered, have all been moved into St. Paul's Cathedral."

  Yi Chen looked at him and suddenly burst out laughing: "Is your client a follower of Satanism?"

  "White Cadet shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, we are all faithful followers of God, and we have nothing to do with that Satan guy."

  "So why did you have to go and get involved with those things? If they really can prove the greatness of God, wouldn't it be more suitable to leave them in the hands of God's representatives on earth, the holy popes? As for those who want to obtain these things, I can only suspect that they are followers of the enemies of God, aren't they?"

  "We're not trying to prove the existence of God, nor do we want that sword. However, there's a peculiar knight's armor in that secret room, said to be the one worn by Sir Carlgano Guidotti. Our client is an enthusiast who collects all sorts of armors and has even collected over a hundred sets of ancient Chinese general armors, so... you can imagine."

  Yi Chen said: "For this? He's willing to spend 200 million US dollars? Are you kidding me?"

  Bai Jiade said lightly: "His family is very rich, as long as the oil in the Middle East doesn't dry up, he will have endless money. And he has no hope of inheriting the throne, so naturally he will spend a little more money for his own desires, won't he?"

  Yi Chen said in a low voice: "You've taken on a very difficult task."

  "Good God, difficulties? Do you think those few hundred cultists are a difficulty? Can't we just mow them down with a heavy machine gun? Good heavens, you're saying it's difficult? Think about it, if we can grab that armor before the police arrive, we'll have two billion dollars. You call that difficult?"

  Yi Chen said coldly: "Do you think the current Pope is an idiot?"

  "How is it possible? If he were an idiot, he wouldn't even be able to read the Bible, how could he possibly become Pope?"

  Yi Chen laughed: "So, do you think that for such a wonderful thing, His Holiness the Pope would not entrust it to the Scottish Guards to escort it to the Vatican, but instead mobilize his own priests? Have you not considered whether they possess some strange powers, even surpassing those of machine guns that go 'da-da-da'?"

  Bai Jiade's eyes widened: "You're talking about myths."

  "Come on, I'm telling a myth, but aren't you also telling a myth? Good grief, the myth of an angel persuading people to abandon darkness and turn to light, the myth of a mediocre sword from the Middle Ages stuck in a giant stone, the second-rate treasure-hunting myth of discovering some strange objects, and finally the myth of a mad prince buying a suit of armor for $200 million. Do you take me for an idiot? Phil, show him out, Mr. White has had enough to drink."

  Yi Chen stood up, holding Feili and walked away. Bai Jia De was left standing there, being pushed out by Phil and Gole with several tall black men. He was almost kicked out of Chinatown. Bai Jia De ran to a Mercedes-Benz car on the other side of the road, helplessly saying to an elegantly dressed old man inside: "Boss, sorry about this. They don't believe what I said. God, no normal person would believe it."

  The old man also had a headache: "Damn it, have all these underworld bosses changed their temper? China Yi is the fourth boss we've found... Bai Jiateng, should we cultivate some of our own armed forces? This way, when we need to, we won't have to go around asking for help."

  "Boss, this won't do. We're refined artists, how can we possibly resort to violence? However, perhaps we could hire some international mercenaries instead? They may not be familiar with London, but they're more reliable than these gangsters. I'm also afraid that if we give them the goods, they'll cheat us."

  The old man nodded: "Alright, alright." He looked at Phil across the street with a gloomy face staring this way, his whole body trembling, and muttered in a low voice: "Idiot, why haven't you started the car yet? Be careful or they'll take us for cops and shoot us down with two black guns. Hurry up, you fool."

  Into the night...

  In Yichens bedroom, Yichen lay on the bed, Feili carefully gave him a full-body massage, softly asking: "Boss, are you really not interested?"

  "Yeah, I think this matter has little to do with us. As long as we keep Jest from causing trouble, that's all that matters. Are we crazy for opposing the Vatican over $50 million? Those high-ranking clergy aren't easy to deal with. $50 million, humph, add two zeros and it might be worth it, but if you add three zeros, I'd dare to strap on explosives and blow up the Vatican. Everything has a price, but this time the cost just isn't worth it."

  With a loud crash, Cain burst through Yichen's door, with a noticeable purple mark on his forehead. In a tense tone, he gave Yichen a report that almost made him explode: "Boss, Jester knocked me out and I don't know where he went."

  Yi Chen suddenly disappeared from the bed, and when he reappeared, he was already sitting in his own practice chamber. His eyes seemed like two white crystals emitting a dazzling light that made people's hearts tremble with fear. A fine silver glow burst out of Yi Chen's body, disappearing about two feet away from his body. He looked like a strange hedgehog emitting countless silver needles.

  Yi Chen began to absorb the power of the stars in the sky, using this infinite star energy as his reserve energy, driving his divine thoughts to sweep everywhere. Fortunately, Yi Chen had been preoccupied with recent events and hadn't practiced tonight, otherwise Cain wouldn't have been able to find anyone to report back to.

  A divine thought flashed like lightning to the vicinity of St. Paul's Cathedral, where a warm and tenacious energy blocked Yi Chen's path. Yi Chen quickly circled around the church, and Jester's tall, thin, and cold figure appeared in the sensing area. Wearing a large black cloak, with several strokes of black oil paint on his face, Jester seemed like a vampire squatting on a hill over 300 meters away from the main hall of the cathedral, as a stream of murderous aura flowed out like a river.

  Yi Chen was slightly startled, not expecting Jie Si Te to have already entered the state of Hun Yuan in just two or three short months. His body had already produced the most primitive star power circulation, and Yi Chen could feel a strong star power being absorbed into his body, transforming into his own flame energy that flowed incessantly within him. Yi Chen couldn't help but feel a little envious; although his physical constitution was extremely excellent, it still paled in comparison to these innate ability holders... Back then on the mountain, Yi Chen had used half a year to reach Jie Si Te's current level, but Jie Si Te's boundless hatred in his heart was probably the driving force behind his frantic progress.

  Jester suddenly let out a loud roar, waves of white sound visible to the naked eye surged towards St. Paul's Cathedral, stirring up countless dust and sand, as if a demon was born. Accompanying Jester's roar, the 17-ton copper bell on the church tower went crazy, emitting wave after wave of pure white sound waves that collided head-on with the sound waves emitted by Jester.

  Yi Chen stared wide-eyed as the two sound waves collided, the unfortunate police cars at the intersection seemed to be crushed by a hydraulic press of millions of tons and turned into iron blocks, then exploded. The unlucky policemen screamed in agony, covering their ears and struggling on the ground, soon they were stunned and passed out. Queen Annie was shattered, followed by the fragments of the statue, the ground around began to crack, and cracks spread out from the intersection of sound waves with a "crackling" sound.

  Jester continued to bellow, but the person manipulating the bronze bell was far more formidable than him. The waves of white sound pressed down on Jester's body, sending him tumbling back hundreds of meters like a fallen leaf.

  Jester raised his hands, and a thick red flame pillar shot out. Then he swung his hands again, and two thick fire dragons rolled out. The person controlling the copper bell didn't expect this move, and the sound waves were still clashing with Jester's roar, without any chance to intercept those two fire dragons.

  Dozens of holy lights shot out from the large dome of the church, two of which easily shattered Jester's fire dragon. The remaining holy lights flew towards Jester. Jester's heart shook a few times, and he clenched his fists. A thick red barrier appeared near his body, increasing the absorption and emission of star power. He didn't have time to convert the star power into his own flames, so he could only emit it directly. As a result, his flame shield was covered with a layer of silver light that shone with sparkling starlight.

  Yi Chen was shocked in his heart, the people of the Holy See had obviously hidden their strength. The person who just released the Ten Character Sacred Light had almost reached Yi Chen's current realm and even higher. The first two sacred lights almost shattered Jester's fire shield. Yi Chen had no choice but to take a risk and transmit his star power through his divine sense onto Jester, causing Jester's fire shield to suddenly shine brightly.

  Yi Chen's body shook violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. A thought suddenly flashed into Jester's mind, and he roared: "Jester, I'll f**k your grandma! Why aren't you running? You son of a b*tch! When you get back, I'll make sure you're done for! Run fast, they have the Red Robed High Priest inside!"

  Yi Chen was not clear about the strength of the Red Robed Archbishop, but seeing two figures draped in red divine robes appearing on the roof of the church, surrounded by a dozen or so bishop-level guys like stars and moons, if he didn't know what their identities were, then there was no need to mix around.

  Jester was originally already doomed, but unexpectedly, Yichen was able to transmit the powerful star force from afar, just in time to counter this wave of attacks. As soon as the fire shield disappeared, Jester let out a loud howl and turned around to run, fleeing like a flea. More than a dozen people from the Religious Tribunal chased after him tightly, but Jester's speed was slightly faster than theirs. Yichen simply controlled it remotely, using his divine sense to attract a stream of star force in the void, forming a gigantic sword shadow with boundless light. He then slashed down at the dozen or so people chasing Jester.

  More than a dozen bailiffs were shocked, hastily scattering and jumping up, but angrily saw that this seemingly omnipotent sword only stirred up a cloud of dust, and they all shouted in anger. Taking advantage of the gap, Jester had long since run far away, wiped off the oil paint on his face, stole a car by the way, drove back to Chinatown, and prepared to accept Yichen's scolding.

  At this moment, Yi Chen's body had already become a mess. Within a few seconds, the majority of the Holy Light Crosses struck his divine sense that passed through the Star Force, and the Four Symbols Cycle, which was already on the verge of collapse, finally disintegrated after suffering this heavy blow. Yi Chen could see his Star Core frantically absorbing the powerful energy released from the collapse of the Four Symbols Cycle, while the external Star Force was being absorbed into his body at an even faster rate.

  The body had already become accustomed to this process during the last time it was driven by the twenty-eight mansions and the Zhou Tian Xing Li, so it almost started executing the distribution and organization of star power with a kind of instinctive movement. Yi Chen's divine thought faintly perceived the physical condition, finding that his muscles were sore and swollen, he simply guarded the palace and held one, firmly holding his own star core still, allowing these star powers to form a small universe composed of Zhou Tian Xing Su under the promotion of heart method.

  Yi Chen's eyes looked at his body, which didn't seem to have any major problems. His curiosity arose, and relying on his own innate talent, he had already experienced it once before, knowing that there was no great danger. So, he secretly separated a thread of divine thought and began to sneak a peek at the situation over at the Grand Cathedral.

  It can be seen that those gloomy-faced judges have just returned to the church entrance, and the priests on the roof have also come down. The two sides do not belong to the same system, so there is no greeting. Several senior clerks of the court came out and reprimanded the dozen or so people who were chasing Jester in a light tone. The person in black robes in the middle began to shirk responsibility: "You are already very good, since many bishops have come forward and failed to hurt each other, our judges have always been incompetent people in the shadows, and it is also reasonable to make mistakes."

  His words were very piercing, but the two red-robed archbishops were indeed well-cultivated and didn't take him seriously. They smiled and said: "Everyone has worked hard, may the Lord bless you. This time's attacker is quite strange, does he think he can snatch that sacred helmet by himself?"

  Everyone in the small square pulled for a while, watching some lower-ranking priests pass by to rescue those poor injured police officers and erase their memories. The accident happened at this time.

  Countless black bats suddenly dived down from the direction of the moon, transforming into human form near the ground. Countless dark shadows brought forth countless afterimages, covering the sky and pouncing over. Those low-ranking priests who were still rescuing the injured police officers didn't even have time to react before they were knocked down amidst blood-curdling screams. Each person's skull was directly dug out, their bloody bodies thrown onto the ground.

  Two red-robed bishops grasped each other's hands, muttering a phrase: "In the name of my Lord, expel all evil from this world." A thick, milky white light enveloped them, then spread out endlessly. The dark figures let out miserable cries, their bodies emitting black smoke as they hastily transformed into bats and fled in all directions. However, more than twenty unlucky ghosts were directly struck by the holy light and fell to the ground.

  The faces of the Vatican turned solemn, a cardinal whispered: "People from the dark world? They also set their sights on this sacred knight's armor, no way, absolutely can't let them destroy this holy artifact, it may create a new holy knight, absolutely can't let the other side destroy it. We will depart immediately tonight, no need to appraise, His Holiness will make an appraisal of the sword and armor."

  The other bishops nodded in agreement, while the judges present remained unmoved and said: "His Holiness's intention is to thoroughly examine these sacred vessels here and investigate who was responsible for not discovering their wonderful properties earlier... I think we should return to the Vatican now, lest it be somewhat contrary to His Holiness's intentions..."

  A cardinal in red robes coldly said to him, "Sugg, I don't care if you're cooperating with us or not. I am the commander of this operation and you must follow my orders. I command you, now, right now, gather all the operatives you can and cover our retreat from Britain back to the Vatican."

  Sighing in annoyance, he said loudly: "I only have so many people now, five senior deacons, twenty-three first-class deacons, thirty-one second-class deacons. Others can't be used, you see what to do, respected Cardinal Fangster."

  Van Helsing looked at him for half a day, and then slowly said: "Your man, take the sacred artifact, use the fastest way to rush back to the Vatican, hand over the sacred artifact to Lord Trouyet, let him offer it to His Majesty, understand?"

  Si Gang rolled his eyes: "Strange, dear sir, didn't you just ask us to cover for you and leave first? Why have you changed your mind now?"

  Van Helsing nodded and said, "That's right, Britain is an important stronghold of the Dark Council, our strength is still a bit weak. Rather than slowing us down, it would be more suitable for you to hurry back with all your might. You are suited for battle, we are only suited for defense and healing, our combat power is not as strong as yours, understand?"

  Si Gang nodded and said coldly, "Very well, sir. This is your intention. If something happens to you in the future, I, Si Gang, will not be responsible." He turned around and led his men into the church.

  A hoarse, icy voice, as if it hadn't spoken in thousands of years, spoke word by word: "You, don't leave yet, leave those two sacred artifacts behind. We don't want to hurt the atmosphere... Heh heh, since you haven't even appraised whether they're really useful or not, why must you ruin our 'peace' because of them?"

  A dozen or so figures, shrouded in black robes, slowly emerged from the darkness surrounding the square. It was unclear who had spoken. The voice continued: "And, under British law, it is illegal to privately transport these artifacts out of the country. Illegal... My dear followers of God, do you want to break the laws of the world? Is this what your justice looks like?"

  Another hoarse voice burst into laughter: "Hypocritical followers of the false god, you actually placed a fake Sword in the Stone there to fool our archaeologists, what a lovely move! I thought only we dark sorcerers would resort to such tricks!"

  It can be seen that more than a dozen black-clad men all burst out laughing, their sinister laughter causing the clergy present to change color.

  Many priests and fathers quietly walked out of the church, standing behind the two cardinals in red robes, confronting more than a dozen people emitting strong dark auras. Many dark shadows also appeared around the square, it seemed that the Dark Council had mobilized even more people.

  The voice that started it all said harshly, "You already have twelve Holy Knights who inherited the power of medieval knights, so we absolutely do not allow a thirteenth one to appear... Hand over those two things, or else we will destroy St. Paul's Cathedral today."

  Van Helsing made a cross on his chest, and a silent bitter smile appeared. The people of the Vatican and the Dark Council had no reason to say anything good about each other. Since the Middle Ages, or even earlier, the Inquisition had burned countless witches at the stake, while the witches retaliated against the Vatican in madness, and their hatred for each other had long been deep-seated. Among those who had already appeared on the scene, there were four members of the highest level of the Dark Council, who had firmly grasped two cardinals, and he couldn't help but complain to the Pope: "Your Holiness, knowing that this is an important stronghold of the Dark Council, why did you only send us over? Today's night is really difficult... What time is it now? It would be better if dawn came... Dawn would be better, but can we hold on until then?"

  A dozen or so pale-faced, slightly exposed big-toothed handsome men and women appeared, all the on-site clergy were shocked, from the golden flower-patterned cloaks on these men and women's bodies, they all belonged to the oldest and noblest vampire family, their strength was probably only comparable to that of the regular priests and above. With the appearance of more than 50 high-level beasts again, a cry of surprise came from the clergy's ranks, it seemed that whether St. Paul's Church could still stand under tomorrow's sun was really a problem.

  Yi Chen was very interested in secretly attaching his divine thoughts to a brick of the church, and the spiritual energy inside the brick allowed him to watch the free performance below without consuming any energy. The small universe within Yi Chen's body had taken shape, surrounding the star core, and the stellar power that burst out after the four-image star broke down had formed a vast expanse of stars, each corresponding to all the celestial bodies in the Milky Way that could be sensed on Earth. Yi Chen's power had rapidly risen to another level. Yi Chen's divine thoughts gradually merged with the power of the stars, and any living being that could not perceive the power of the stars would no longer be able to sense Yi Chen's divine thoughts sneaking a peek.

  That hoarse voice laughed menacingly: "Shall we not waste any more time, my dear Lord Bishop in red... Hand over those two items... No, those two sacred objects, heh heh... Otherwise, we'll attack. You understand, we care about the lives of our people more than anyone else, so we also want to resolve this matter peacefully. I give you one minute to consider, otherwise... Today's moonlight is really not bad."

  The clergy subconsciously looked up at the half-moon in the sky, and indeed, under such circumstances, it was easier for high-ranking beastmen to exert their strength. Wrong, not just werewolves, even vampires would gain a certain amount of power amplification, while sacred powers were weakened to the lowest level.

  "This hoarse voice said with great satisfaction: 'So, start the countdown... The time has come to the high-tech era, so we will also make some slight progress.' After a cow-headed person spoke a segment of nonsense, a man in black took out an exquisite Swiss watch and started counting down. It seems that what he meant by progress is like this..."

  Two red-robed high priests exchanged a bitter smile, shook their heads slightly, and then Van Helsing said firmly: "No need to waste time, come on. If we all die in battle, the Lord will let us go to heaven. Praise be to our great Lord..." Including those in the referee's office, all the clergy drew a cross on their chest, and white holy light of varying intensity emerged from their bodies.

  The dark creature's angry roar seemed to make the moon in the sky change color, and Yi Chen keenly felt the power of the Taiyin star greatly enhanced. This was his first time clearly feeling the changes brought about by the beastmen's transformation. Yi Chen smiled wryly, thinking that these furry creatures' powers still had some connection with him, but where did it come from?

  At this moment, a powerful and holy breath that was not suppressed by the power of the moon came from within St. Paul's Church, dispersing the dark seal set up by the combined efforts of over a dozen witches.

  All the clergy were shocked and looked back, a small boy came out trembling with fear, an ancient armor was put on his body, and a long sword emitting white light was tightly stuck to his hand.

  "Van Helsing exclaimed: "What's going on? The Sacred Object, the Sacred Object actually recognized its master without being appraised... Is it the dark power that forced them to do so?"

  "The Bishop of St Paul's, who is also the Bishop of London, exclaimed: 'Paul, what have you done? You, how did you get into this suit of armor?'"

  Paul was on the verge of tears, he exclaimed: "Oh my god, Bishop, they, they moved, suddenly flew up and wrapped themselves around me. I followed your orders, I've been wiping them clean all along, I didn't slack off... They, they can move..." He looked like he was about to faint.

  The people of the Dark Council began to retreat, since the Holy Artifact had acknowledged its master, the Church also grasped his power. Continuing the struggle was meaningless, and these things that had been passed down from ancient times, which those noble ascetic monks had once used, possessed unimaginable great power. There was no need to risk danger to forcibly destroy him.

  Van Helsing's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the dark creatures make a swift exit. In his heart, he vowed: "In the name of my Lord, I swear that I shall consult with His Holiness the Pope and concentrate the power of the Vatican to sweep away the dark cabal in England. They are too brazen, they actually dare to besiege the sacred church..."

  Suddenly Van Helsing and the other red-robed archbishop thought of something, both hastily turned around and rushed to Paul's side.

  Van Helsing said kindly to Paul: "Easy a bit, young fellow, you are called Paul?"

  Paul nodded repeatedly, he naturally knew what Vanist and another red-robed archbishop's clothes meant.

  Van Helsing smiled and said, "What is your role in St. Paul's Cathedral?" If Paul's identity was that of a priest, or even the lowest-ranking missionary, it would be attributed to God's infinite divine power.

  Paul smiled awkwardly and said cautiously, "Me? I'm just a handyman, I'm here to do community service at the church... I won't tell anyone what happened today, I..."

  He furrowed his brow, but immediately recovered that benevolent smile and said loudly: "Praise the Lord, my most high and omnipotent Lord! You have shown your mighty power like a prison and your mercy like the sea. You are truly impartial to your lambs, without any bias. You told us that even those who do not serve you can receive your recognition. Lord, you gave this lamb endless glory, you gave him honor and strength, in the name of the Red Robed High Priest, your most loyal servant, I bless this new Holy Knight, may the Lord's light forever accompany him!"

  All the clergy, including those cold-blooded judges, began to loudly praise, Paul dazedly looked at a group of high-ranking clergy singing hymns around him, feeling that this was the most absurd experience in his life, and so he fainted. I wonder what expression the bigwigs in the Vatican would have if they knew that this holy knight had fainted as soon as he put on the sacred vessel.

  Yi Chen maliciously pondered: "The power of the Vatican has increased again? Not good news, the stronger you are, the more likely it is that Jie Si will cause trouble for you, and the more likely I am to be dragged down with you... Hmm, I'll give you a little chaos."

  Yi Chen felt a few ghostly figures lurking in the darkness far away, and he smiled wickedly.

  Once again, he condensed the star power of the surrounding area, especially the strongest Taiyin Star's power. Yi Chen re-condensed a sword shadow that was over a hundred meters long. This time it was different from the sword shadow that had just protected Jester and escaped. It seemed like a real giant sword slashing down crazily. Fan Xueer cried out in alarm: "Quickly dodge..." The priests, who were unprepared, didn't have any power to resist. They were ordinary people who only grasped certain methods of borrowing power. In comparison, the talents from the Tribunal were specially trained warriors.

  Sanggan rushed forward, embracing a red-robed archbishop with one hand and rushing into the inner hall of the church. If two red-robed archbishops beside him forgot to defend themselves due to the sudden attack, Sanggan could not shirk this responsibility, so although reluctantly, he still had to save them.

  The other priests were not so lucky, the people in the courthouse fled for their lives, they along with Paul were blown off their feet. A massive explosion occurred, a powerful energy burst forth in all directions, rings of colorful light shot out. The sword that had been dropped to the ground was blasted away and under Easy's mental control barely flew towards a specific direction.

  Those who stayed behind to find some cheap vampire joy didn't care that holding this holy artifact in their hands was like a normal person grasping a red-hot iron, they were overjoyed and rushed to report their merits. Although they also didn't understand why the explosion happened, as long as they could make achievements, where did it matter? The Dark Council was very generous with such meritorious service.

  Yi Chen carefully controlled the force of the explosion, and those priests didn't have much trouble, just breaking a dozen or so bones and spitting out five or six mouthfuls of blood. However, Paul, who was in a state of direct attack, was severely damaged by the powerful force. Without the master's deliberate activation, sacred artifacts are basically useless, so the armor couldn't protect Paul. Yi Chen also feared that if Paul died, the Vatican would immediately replace him with a new Holy Knight, so to create trouble for them, he simply disabled Paul. At least the Vatican will need a long time to rescue Paul, right? After all, according to Yi Chen's understanding, things like heavenly treasures and earthly gems are difficult to change owners after being recognized by their master, hopefully the Vatican's sacred artifacts are the same way.

  Yi Chen's divine sense secretly returned to his body, contentedly looking at the small universe that had merged into one within him. The powerful star force beckoned, and he no longer had the weakness of only being able to cultivate at night. Yi Chen let out a satisfied sigh, having reached this realm in just three years - probably those old ghosts in the sect didn't think it was possible? Although the road ahead would be even more difficult to walk, Yi Chen had confidence that he could overcome it...

  Uh... How should I deal with Jester? Beat him up? The guy's already miserable enough... Lock him up? This practice maniac would be delighted... Forget it, deducting his bonus for this year is the most practical solution. He actually made me spit blood, how can I swallow my anger if I don't dock his pay?

  Of course, before punishing him, we should ask clearly what the sacred artifact is and why the Vatican is so tense about its appearance. We need to ask all questions clearly, so that our knowledge will be broadened and we won't suffer losses in the future.

  Yi Chen suddenly burst out laughing, his mouth wide open in amusement. He had just thought of a question - how would the Vatican explain the exploding police cars, the policemen who suddenly fainted, and the small square at the entrance that was left in shambles? Yi Chen couldn't wait to see tomorrow's Times newspaper...

  "Mr. Phil, go to the public phone on the street and report to The Times that a miracle has occurred at St Paul's Cathedral. Tell them Scotland Yard is on the scene and they can send another team of reporters to wait at the gate of Scotland Yard."

  Phil nodded and walked out quickly in Jester's strange expression. Jester looked at Yichen strangely, Yichen looked at him with a good baby-like expression, and smiled.