Chapter 91: Magic Party (6)

  Dekeula found out about the sacred beetle from Michelle, and didn't bother to blame Michelle for losing so many subordinates. He hastily found Yichen and asked him directly: "Where is that beetle?"

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment: "Oh? I've got it right here, in this box... But can you handle it?" Yi Chen said, pulling out a small white jade box from his pocket and handing it to Dekula.

  Duke Clara took a step back, and the other twelve dukes even pulled Michelle out of the room. Yi Chen smiled: "Isn't it that serious? The duke should be very resistant to his resistance."

  A grand duke hastily shook his head: "No, you don't know, that golden light is very painful when it shines on the body, and we can't bear it either."

  Mishelle heard this and struggled to break free from the two grand dukes holding her shoulders, determined to get a closer look. Dracula growled, "Mishelle darling, behave, don't be reckless, your strength is at most equivalent to that of an earl, you can't withstand it." Before Dracula finished speaking, those marquis-level vampires were destroyed. Mishelle getting so close wasn't asking for trouble? Protecting her would mean he couldn't protect himself.

  Watching Miel at the other side desperately kicking the Grand Duke, Yi Chen slightly shook his head. Fei Li hurriedly walked over and with gentle words persuaded Miel to leave. The twelve Grand Dukes let out a sigh of relief, bluntly retreating to the corridor and even closing the door behind them, then rushing into their own rooms. It's better to stay far away from the Sacred Beetle.

  Dekele cautiously looked at Yichun's small box in his hand, nodded and said: "Open it, um, slowly open it, let me see."

  Yi Chen looked at him with some concern: "So, it's open?"

  Dekeula involuntarily took another step back, and a faint black smoke rose from his body. He nodded cautiously. Yichun then gently opened the lid, and the sacred beetle floated up, suspended about ten centimeters above Yichun's hand.

  A golden light pattern, like a whirlpool, slowly and powerfully emitted from his body. Gradually, the golden light filled the entire room, and a majestic and solemn power enveloped the living room. Yi Chen and Kain were fine, but Jester and Dekula were struggling. Jester had recently practiced the Flame Technique of the Dark Council, and the dark power in his body had increased greatly, making him extremely sensitive to the power of the Holy Beetle. At this moment, he was covered in black flames, desperately resisting the pressure. As for Dekula, he was even more miserable. Although his strength was much greater than Jester's, his physical constitution only allowed him to flee.

  Like a cat with its tail on fire, Deacula madly rushed out of the door and escaped. However, his body was emitting wisps of white smoke, and his dark energy couldn't protect him well. Several golden rays slowly chased after Deacula, and Yichen hastily put it back in the box and closed the lid.

  "Deke carefully poked his head in: "Yi, are you sure you've got him stored away properly?" He was drenched in sweat, and his muscles felt like they had been pounded by a hydraulic press. The fear and panic that leaked out of his normally resolute eyes were palpable."

  Next to him, Jester staggered and fell to the ground with a thud. Cain grabbed his shoulder and helped him up, and Jester exclaimed, "Boss, this thing is too terrifying, what exactly is it?"

  Deacula carefully walked in, a black light screen covering his whole body. The burns on his face and hands quickly healed. In a strange tone filled with admiration, fear, wonder, and even a hint of greed, he said: "Too wonderful, E, this is the legendary sacred beetle, the one that was said to have been touched and blessed by Jesus."

  Yi Chen widened his eyes: "Are you kidding me? Would Jesus Christ bless a dung beetle?"

  "Then give me an explanation," retorted Dracula, "a dead beetle, why does it have such great power?"

  Yi Chen was stunned for a moment, and Chekhov on the other end of the line said: "Is he an alien beetle?"

  Dekula burst out laughing and flew over, kicking Chekhov more than 20 meters away with one foot, directly sending him out of the room with a gentle force.

  Jester shook his head and muttered, "So he's not an alien beetle after all. But what the heck, is Jesus so idle that he has nothing better to do than bless a beetle? Can't he bless someone else?"

  "Ugh, I don't know the specific origin of this beetle," Dekura said with a flicker of his eyes, "but in any case, it's incredibly powerful and possesses an extremely terrifying sacred power... If it falls into the hands of the Church, our Dark Assembly will be in a lot of trouble. We won't be able to find anything that can resist it. Even back in the Middle Ages, why were so many of our members slaughtered by the Inquisition? It's because we couldn't withstand its power."

  Yi Chen put the box into his arms quickly and looked at De Kula, saying: "So, the Vatican suddenly sent a large number of masters to New York, just for him?"

  DeCula nodded affirmatively: "I think that's right, otherwise they wouldn't have sent a judge of higher rank out of the Vatican, they all occupy high positions and enjoy themselves in the Vatican."

  "Damn it, I've gotten myself into big trouble... Hmm, should I take the opportunity to extort the Vatican for a bit? Say, 5 billion US dollars, and I'll return it to them?"

  Deacula's face changed immediately, just like a child who had just bitten into a bitter melon, shaking his head repeatedly and saying: "No, Yi, you absolutely cannot trade with them. Think of a way to destroy him, do you understand? Destroy him, then throw him into the sea, that will be safe, destroy him."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow, took out the box again, and a powerful true yuan force burst into it through the box. A silver light flashed by, followed by an even more intense golden light that flickered for a moment. Yi Chen's fingers were numbed by a massive force, and he could no longer hold on to the box, which fell to the ground. Yi Chen smiled wryly: "Destroy him? Heaven, maybe I need a nuclear warhead."

  "Then, let's get rid of him with a nuclear warhead... Our Philippe family and the Dark Council will pay for it. You go get a nuclear warhead... In our dark world, we absolutely won't allow this thing to appear in the world again."

  Yi Chen fell silent for a long time, then nodded and said: "Alright, what do you think about handing this thing over to those Chinese people?"

  "Is it reliable?" Deacula asked hastily.

  Yi Chen looked at him: "What do you think? Do you think they are reliable people?"

  Deacula pondered for a long time, the Dark Council had no way to destroy the Holy Beetle, because they couldn't even get close to it. Using dark powers against the Holy Beetle would only cause the extremely powerful holy energy inside to explode, which was suicidal behavior... Perhaps letting those strange Chinese people take it back to China was now the best solution. His own group of high-ranking vampire nobles in New York had already become a target of attention for the Vatican, if there were no reinforcements, then...

  Deacula nodded heavily: "So, I forgot where he was."

  Yi Chen nodded: "I'll handle it well, hand it over to them, and then let them send it back to China overnight. Don't worry, I know that in some places in China, the Vatican is absolutely unable to stir up trouble."

  Dekeula nodded heavily and didn't say anything else, just walked out like that.

  Chekhov sat on the corridor by the door, saw Dekula walked out, hastily rolled into the room and asked Yichen: "Boss, you really gave this treasure to those weird... oh, wrong, those Chinese people you know?"

  Yi Chen waved his hand, and the door closed tightly, a silver aura enveloped the door, preventing De Kula's possible eavesdropping.

  Phil, still pale-faced, slowly walked out of the room and said in a low voice: "Boss, this thing is too dangerous, we can't..."

  Chekhov exclaimed excitedly: "Boss, this is money, money... How much will the Vatican pay?"

  Jester's figure flashed, suddenly appearing beside Chekhov. Chekhov let out a cry of surprise and instantly moved away, barely dodging Jester's finger that was about to tap his head. Jester stared blankly at Chekhov, who stood triumphantly in the corner of the living room, laughing slyly. For a moment, both people forgot to speak.

  Yi Chen said softly: "Phil, Cain, what do you think?"

  Cain shook his head: "Boss, you decide."

  "Boss, the Vatican will mobilize all its manpower to investigate this thing. We can't keep it safe, and we may even be annihilated because of it," Phil said in a low voice.

  Yi Chen smiled: "As I thought, this is a good treasure, but it will also bring us disaster. For the safety of our organization, we must get rid of it."

  "Boss, what a waste..." Chekhov exclaimed.

  Yi Chen looked at Chekhov: "So, do you know how to use it? We are not people of the Vatican, we can't control it... Jester may have been a high-ranking clergyman before, but now he is a thorough believer in the devil, and he also has no ability to use this lovely little beetle. Or, Mr. Chekhov, are you interested in eating him? Maybe after eating, your power will suddenly increase to that of Jesus Christ?"

  Chekhov's face changed, and he hastily shook his head: "No, no, no, boss, you are the strongest among us, if anyone should eat, it should be you."

  Yi Chen spat at him and carefully grasped the box in his hand, gesturing to Caine to follow, heading towards the room of Tian Lei Zi and others upstairs.

  Ten minutes later, seven thin black shadows mixed with a gust of stench blew out from one window of the hotel and flew directly towards China. Yi Chen thought for half a day and really didn't know who to give the Holy Beetle to take back to Tian Xing Sect. What if other sects suddenly had different intentions? In the end, the Seven Beast Spirits became the most trusted candidates because they were truly friends with Tian Xing Sect.

  Yi Chen bid farewell and went downstairs, thinking to himself: "Occasionally, humans are not as good as beasts... Hmm, the power of this beetle may even surpass that of the Dragon Slaying Dagger. Who knows, maybe people from other sects will get strange ideas. In any case, giving this damned beetle to Master Shibo is much more reliable than letting other sects get their hands on it." Yi Chen didn't let the people from the Hidden Armor Sect, the Five Elements Sect, or the Carefree Sect know about this matter. After all, they were still human, not immortals. Humans always have some expectations, whether big or small.

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  Kalanti and Lonnar were furious in their secret base, although they had taken out some snipers, but they were actually driven away by three members of the Dark Council. It was a humiliation that couldn't be revealed to others... Of course, their subordinates would never know about this incident, thinking that the two were still angry about being robbed of the Saint Beetle.

  Of course, a large part of Galanti's anger was also due to this. The credit that was about to be obtained, the prestige that would have been restored to the medieval papacy, and the position as the first candidate for the presidency of the court were all ruined because of himself.

  If the sacred beetle cannot be retrieved, if some merit cannot be used to please the Pope and the Lord Chancellor, then this loss of so many people will eventually become a time bomb that will ruin one's own reputation. The struggle at the top of the Vatican is not child's play, and anyone can be purged at any time. Galanti does not want to become the next high-ranking Vatican official to fall.

  According to the reply, the Vatican has been dissatisfied with its inaction in New York for so long. Although it was said by the chief judge's secretary, it represents his intention, and the chief judge's intention is often the Pope's instruction. In other words, His Holiness the Pope is not satisfied with our work, which is a very ominous sign. We must quickly produce some results to let them see.

  "Get me a lead on the whereabouts of those high-ranking vampires who clashed with the 'Lunar' tribe in front of their headquarters not long ago. If I'm not mistaken, those bastards are the same ones we've had dealings with before - those European scum... God, may your thunder strike them dead! Find out where they're hiding and then gather our people, invite Archbishop Kefiros over, and let's take them down together!"

  "Get Kiefer to assemble all his people, the entire US, anyone who can make it here within two days... just send them our way. Let them come and die."

  Kalanti said in a low voice: "But how can we justify this request?"

  Luo Nan lowered his voice: "Dear, have you forgotten about the Sacred Beetle again? If we just tell him why we came from the Vatican, this old guy won't be in a hurry, will he? Doesn't he want to leave something in the archives of the Holy See? Who knows, maybe one day he'll become the next Pope because of this merit."

  Kalanti smiled: "Well, that's it. I knew he'd be interested in the scarab beetle, but you've made up your mind, then."

  Kalanti's subordinates, now less than ten people left, the continuous attack of 'Satan Legion' made those powerless to resist modern weapons clergy casualties a lot, Kalanti also had no way, can only command them to send messages separately.

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  In another corner of New York City, in a courtyard with countless flowers and trees, even the buildings were covered by tall trees, in the deep underground room of the mansion, three members of the Dark Council who drove away Galanti and Lohan were instructing their subordinates.

  "Those damned Vatican bastards, what the hell do they think they're doing? Don't you American branch have any news at all? A bunch of incompetent fools... Did they find a new Holy Relic in New York? Did they discover some rare genius in New York? Did they uncover an ancient scroll? Speak up, damn it!"

  Gegewu's staff waved more and more excitedly, a faint green skull shot out from the top of the staff, excitedly flying around Gegewu.

  Wrapped in a black robe, with a black cat in his arms, Fakras waved his hand gently: "Gegu Wu, don't blame them, the Vatican has intelligence sources that we don't know about, who knows what they're doing here? But as long as we sabotage, sabotage their plans, it's enough, isn't it, brothers?"

  Three council members and all of the dark figures burst out in maniacal laughter.

  His entire body was dressed in a bizarre attire, as if he were a mummy. The eyes of Svenkars sparkled with green light, and he excitedly said: "Ah, haha, destroy their plans! Oh, how I miss the flesh and blood of high-ranking divine officials... I'm going to eat them up! Are all your people here?"

  A black figure stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir. We have gathered the best hands we could assemble as quickly as possible."

  Gegge Uwus swung his cane, his hoarse voice loudly shouting: "So, get in touch with those bastards, the blood relatives of the Philippe family, and have them coordinate with us to launch a surprise attack on the people of the Vatican... Oh, right, it seems that our peripheral mercenary group has already inflicted heavy casualties on them?"

  Heiying hastily said: "Yes, probably a total of over a hundred bailiffs from their courts have been taken out, but the 'Satan Legion' has also suffered heavy casualties. After all, using humans to deal with high-ranking divine officials is a suicidal act."

  "Alright, alright... um, tell them to stand down, they stop the assault, but harassment is a must, we need them to attract the attention of the Bright World, let them desperately destroy everything in New York, and then we can make our move."

  "Heiying hesitated: 'But the order from the Marquis of Philippe's family requires us to hunt them down for a month, and the time hasn't arrived yet.'"

  Sforza swung his long arm carelessly and said discontentedly, "Don't bother with them anymore, let them launch with us. Can't they take care of a little girl over there while we fight to the death with the papal people here? Damn it, what's wrong with those Philip family members? So nervous about an insignificant little girl?"

  No one could answer the question. After a three-second pause, Hei Ying said respectfully: "So, I'll go cancel the 'Satan Legion' mission and let them start destroying freely?"

  Gegi burst out laughing: "That's it, that's what we'll do. We've brought two hundred high-ranking beastmen, how about you?"

  "Twenty-seven high-ranking beastmen, forty-eight high-ranking blood clansmen, and one hundred and three high-ranking black sorcerers. This is the fastest we can gather all our manpower in America."

  "Alright, alright. With the Philippe family and over a hundred others in New York, plus several dozen underlings of that kid Jester, it's enough... Let's do it on the night of the full moon."

  "Kekkei Genkai: 'The Dark Power is at its strongest.'"

  "Ha ha ha, kill all the clergy in New York."

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  Several elders of the chrysanthemum flower sat on the balcony, looking up at the nearly full moon in the sky, holding wine cups and sighing: "What a beautiful moonlit night..."

  "Yes, in our youth, under that full moon, taking advantage of the blue moonlight, wielding a knife and splashing blood rain, what nostalgia."

  "Ah, another chance has come, a large group of domestic ninjas will arrive in two days."

  "On this moonlit night, we will let those Vatican bastards know what the consequences are of offending our great Empire of Japan."

  "A toast, to the honor of our warriors."

  "Cheers..."

  All the elders did not find out that a golden bat, whose body had shrunk to less than the size of a silkworm bean, stealthily crawled out from one corner of the balcony, grasping the ceiling with its small claws, and then flapped its wings and flew down.

  According to Yichens requirements, Dekula dispatched people to monitor these Japanese Ju Hua Lao Da. At the same time, Dekula was also happy to undertake this task, he knew what Yichen was for, and had the opportunity to show good intentions to Kong Tian Lao Dao, Dekula would not be stingy with his manpower.

  Yi Chen burst out laughing after hearing the Marquis's report, and raised his wine glass to Dekura: "The Japanese want to duel with the Vatican on a full moon night... What do you mean?"

  "Let them fight it out, whoever dies, I'll be happy..."

  Let's just let the Japanese and the Vatican people play first, no need to inform Tianlei Zi's side for now.