The departed and the arrived

  Wei called Yi Du in an exceptionally tense tone: "Yi, those damn Immigration Bureau bastards have postponed the date."

  Yi Chen naturally knew what he meant, and asked him with a deep frown: "Why? Aren't we going to send them away soon?"

  "Those damned bastards should go to hell. They said the procedures weren't done properly and it's going to be delayed for two days."

  "What formalities?"

  "Procedure? They're just looking for an excuse to give me a hard time. God damn it, I haven't done anything to offend the immigration bastards, who knows why they're out to get me? Do they think by leaving those illegal workers in my hands, they can waste more of my money? It's ridiculous... They want me to provide all sorts of records for these guys in London - criminal records, work records, and whatnot. God, where am I supposed to find this stuff?"

  "Your complaints are unreasonable, only an idiot would do that, wasting your expenses? You're really a humorous old man. Why don't you just fabricate some documents and send them over? So, when are they going to send someone over?"

  Weiton glanced at the documents on his desk and said helplessly, "Two days later, at midnight, there are several flights leaving the UK. If I can provide those useless records, your person will be taken away with a dozen or so other illegal Chinese laborers and flown directly to Beijing, China, where relevant Chinese officials are waiting."

  "So, that's it. It's not a matter of life and death. Please take care of your subordinate, I don't want any rumors to leak out. If he can leave smoothly, you'll be able to enjoy my benefits with a clear conscience, won't you?" Yī Chén quickly hung up the phone.

  "Good God, your profit? Oh, the profit is tempting, but I must have a life to enjoy it. Your affairs are really making me frightened... However, money is almighty, for money, I, Weichun, also need to take risks occasionally."

  On this side, Yi Chen thought for a long time and beckoned to Phil: "Mr. Phil, bring that bastard Charley to me, I think he should be active now."

  Jester blew out smoke rings on the other side: "Boss, Charley just moved, and there are at least two thousand more disabled people in London for one night."

  Yi Chen smiled: "I have other things for him to do."

  M was reading files in the office while loudly questioning his subordinates: "You still don't have any news? You are really..."

  One of the guys spoke up, "Boss, we've been suspecting that the Chinese guy, Yi Chen, was just playing a trick that night. The injured Chinese kid must have been taken into 'Chinatown' and never left. We can say that we've searched all over London for the past two days, it's impossible for him to hide for so long."

  M slammed his hand on the desk, "Fool! Yi Chen has already admitted to taking the documents. Do you think I don't know that little brat is also in his hands? But get him out for me. I can't tell our superiors: 'Sorry sir, the kid who killed over 20 of your guards and stole top-secret documents, he's gone missing.' Got it? Find him for me."

  Not a single agent dared to make a sound, each one shrinking into a ball like mice seeing a cat, and obediently sat on the sofa.

  "M muttered under his breath: 'If Yi wants to throw us off the scent, could he have sent that kid out of London?'"

  "Impossible, boss," David shook his head. "We've sealed off all exits; he'd have to fly out of London."

  M nodded: "So, why doesn't Yi worry about that kid at all? He even dares to admit in front of me that he got the information and wants to make a copy... Damn it, this reckless bastard will eventually get what's coming to him for his outrageous behavior."

  The phone rang, M hastily picked up the ultra-secret red phone: "Yes, yes, Prime Minister... What?..." After a long silence, M put down the phone and said with a bitter smile: "Our Prime Minister is very dissatisfied that we have been disturbing that law-abiding businessman for several days in a row... So he expressed some concern, and... The Prime Minister said that if our funds can't be used where they should be, then MI6 might as well not exist."

  David took a deep breath, muttering to himself: "Damn it, can Yi Nan really manipulate the Prime Minister? It's too scary, too scary... God, I guess choosing to cooperate with him was a wise decision."

  "M's face sank: 'Gentlemen, get to work and find that person for me. Then I'll get the information back from Yi Chen, and everything will be over. Just keep your mouths shut.'"

  "Boss, what if Yichen leaks the information..." David asked hesitantly.

  M shook his head: "After he sees the materials, he will understand. That's not something he should touch. I'm not worried about the safety of the materials. Alright, don't look at me like that. I asked upstairs and they slightly revealed some technical indicators. That's all. Now you go to work. I want that young man. Maybe we can get something out of his mouth. This is the compensation they must give us."

  Two days later, just as Wei Lun said, if all the "procedures" were complete, Long Thirteen and others would be deported back to China by the Immigration Bureau.

  M sat in the office, thinking hard: "It doesn't make sense, why can't I find that Chinese man? It's really unreasonable. All possible hiding places have been searched, and the Chinatown area is especially on high alert... The basement of Yi's house has been scanned with instruments, and most of the time it's empty, but Yi goes to the basement every night, which is a bit strange, but he's alone..."

  M didn't know that besides dust, there were more than a hundred high-level vampires resting downstairs, however, their remote sensing instruments seemed to be useless against the vampires.

  One of M's direct subordinates pushed open the door and asked, "Boss, I've got some information."

  M nodded: "Go on, what is it?"

  The agent came in and respectfully reported: "At midnight today, about an hour from now, a group of illegal workers will be deported back to their own country. Among them are more than 20 Chinese people. I suspect..."

  M's eyes grew wider and she slammed her hand on the table, jumping up and exclaiming: "Good God, how could I have made such a mistake? The only way to get that Chinese man out of Britain is through our official channels. That night's commotion wasn't about dealing with those gangsters or smuggling the Chinese man away, but rather to deliver him to Scotland Yard."

  "The agent's eyes widened: 'After sending him to Scotland Yard, they will definitely find out that he doesn't have a legal residence permit, and even his passport could be fake.'"

  The gloomy-faced man said: "Those people at Scotland Yard must have handed them over to the Immigration Bureau directly... As long as Yi arranged some illegal overstayers among his subordinates, they could easily get away with it. The Immigration Bureau would deport them and we wouldn't even hear a whisper."

  The agent nodded and asked: "Boss, what now?"

  He pounced on the phone and dialed the immigration office: "Hey, get your superior to answer the phone... What? They've all gone home for the day? Now is... damn it, 11:05 PM."

  The phone hung up with a "click" sound, shook his head and said: "Looking for the immigration bureau's bureaucrats is not in time, bring people, follow me directly to the airport."

  The agent followed M out at a rapid pace and asked, "Boss, do we need to call the airport and have the plane delay takeoff?"

  M asked him back: "Do you think a group of security guards from the Immigration Department can handle that Chinese man?"

  Special agent shook his head: "Impossible."

  M nodded: "So, if the plane was delayed for some time, what did that Chinese discover and suddenly ran away? Can those bastards catch him for us?"

  The agent shook his head and didn't say another word, striding out quickly and calling out to gather the team. Behind him, over a dozen high-level agents had already followed, and they swiftly arrived at the underground parking garage. M bellowed orders: "Don't worry about traffic rules anymore! Get me to the airport as fast as possible! Everyone prepare your weapons - I won't let that Chinese man escape again!"

  He pulled open the car door, then suddenly slammed it shut again, furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, no, is it really that easy? Impossible... Hmm..."

  A convoy of black cars emerged from the underground garage of the MI6 temporary headquarters, thirty black cars divided into ten small teams on the street and drove in all directions. One of the convoys had just driven out for less than two hundred meters when a public bus that was driving erratically, like a drunken wild boar, crashed into the first car in their row. With a loud crash, the lead car was knocked out of several tens of meters and flipped over several times.

  Four agents jumped off the two cars behind and rushed towards the fiery red bus, but more than a dozen thugs with steel pipes in their hands rushed out of the carriage and shouted strangely at these four unarmed agents, beating them fiercely before quickly escaping.

  Another fleet had just arrived at a crossroads when two utility poles suddenly fell, crushing the first two cars into iron pancakes. The special agents in the following vehicles hastily got out to investigate and were shocked to discover that heavy lead blocks had been tied to the power lines, which was why they had such terrifying force.

  Another convoy was about to leave the London metropolitan area when suddenly two groups of thugs, or perhaps drug lords, started a firefight over something, deploying heavy firepower on the streets. The only problem was that most of their firepower was concentrated on the agents' vehicles, catching them off guard and forcing them to flee in disarray. Three cars were set ablaze, then the two groups exchanged insults before hastily fleeing the scene.

  As the convoy was passing over a small bridge, someone suddenly took control of the bridge's lifting system and folded it up. One car crashed into the river with a loud "bang", while the other two cars slid awkwardly under the bridge. After the agents rescued their companions and went to the control room to lower the bridge, they were shocked to find that the entire control panel had been destroyed.

  M sat in a brown-red car in the underground garage, listening to his subordinates' stuttering reports with a frosty face. All ten teams were intercepted by strange and sudden situations, one of which was actually blocked by more than 50 prostitutes, and six special agents barely escaped from those "terrifying" prostitute groups. When the police arrived, the prostitutes smiled and said they were celebrating their anniversary, and any passing male would enjoy free hospitality.

  He let out a cold hum: "Alright, dispatch three more teams. Two minutes later, we'll depart."

  More than twenty cars of various colors, the private vehicles of those agents, rushed out of the underground garage. In a building across the street, a black man with a thick beard struggled to get up from under the woman's body, grabbed the walkie-talkie and said with a smile: "Boss, they..." Several agents had already broken in, and the rubber baton heavily hit the black man's head amidst the woman's screams.

  An agent furrowed his brow, crushed the walkie-talkie on the ground with one foot, shook his head, and left with his subordinates without caring about the black man who was foaming at the mouth. The woman who had been cowering in the corner of the room hastily pounced on the black man's clothes, pulled out a large stack of banknotes from inside, quickly put on her clothes, and fled in disarray.

  At several other surveillance points, the agents had tracked down the subordinates of Yi Chen through radio waves and destroyed their walkie-talkies after a beating, causing the thugs who were preparing to ambush the agent convoy to lose their target immediately.

  However, another team of cars suffered a similarly bizarre attack. Several large concrete slabs fell from the roadside building and heavily hit their car heads. The agents rushed out and hastily rushed to the top of the building, but did not find anyone. In the air over 300 meters above their heads, Skye and seven other delinquent vampire 'youths' were laughing strangely, with big hemp in their mouths, saying: "It's really interesting, the task given by the boss is too much fun..."

  They loosened their grip, and the seven heavy concrete slabs fell to the ground. More than a dozen special agents were almost crushed, hastily looking up at the dark sky, dazedly drawing a cross on their chest, unable to speak another word.

  The team M was in took advantage of the opportunity when Yidun's subordinate lost contact, and a large fleet of vehicles rushed out. Each agent was issued with heavy weapons such as submachine guns and carbines from the arsenal.

  M smiled wryly at several senior subordinates: "Are we still members of the powerful department of the British Empire? We are facing a group of thugs, and even have to be so careful. If it weren't for us having some power that they don't have, if we couldn't tap their conversations, wouldn't I also be blocked in my own headquarters?"

  All the senior agents hung their heads in embarrassment, unable to utter a word. David complained in his heart: "We are secret agents, not soldiers, and compared to those thugs who go crazy after taking drugs, we are indeed inferior to them in many ways."

  The motorcade finally rushed into London Airport, and M shouted loudly: "Find the immigration officer, notify the tower, prohibit that plane from taking off. Gentlemen, speed up, catch that bastard for me... Notify airport security to close all security channels, seal off the entire airport, David, bring people with me."

  He charged towards the airport security chief, who was stunned, with a handgun in his hand and shouted loudly: "Dear sir, where is the plane going to China? Which gate number? Tell me quickly."

  "Excuse me, madam, may I ask who you are? I need to see your identification." The diligent security guard's hand was already on the alarm button.

  David pulled out his ID and said in a low voice: "Head of MI6 European Operations, this is our director. We are on a secret mission, tell us quickly."

  The head of security suddenly shouted: "John, close all the safety passages... Ma'am, please follow me to Gate 9A. God, what's going on?"

  He said in a low voice: "This is not what you should be concerned about."

  Dozens of armed agents rushed onto the tarmac, roughly shooing away several airport shuttle buses full of passengers and shouting loudly: "Quickly, quickly, take us to that flight bound for China..."

  The driver was stunned: "Gentlemen, there are two flights preparing at the airport now. They will both fly to China, one to Shanghai and one to Beijing. Which one do you want...?"

  A dozen or so agents rushed towards the airport's control tower, shouting: "All flights are strictly prohibited... Ah." A dull hum, and they didn't even see a shadow before they all fell to the ground. Jester, with a black hood over his face, sneered a few times, heavily kicked their heads, and disappeared in an instant.

  Found those several big-bellied immigration officials and asked: "The Chinese people you deported, have they boarded the plane yet?"

  A seemingly high-ranking official blinked his small eyes and said arrogantly, "Oh? Madam, who are you? What qualifications do you have... Oh God..." M's fist heavily struck his eye socket, shouting: "You're fired, damn it. Who among you can answer my question? Or can you all leave your current positions?" Next to them, David and the others had already taken out their ID cards and flashed them slightly.

  Several immigration officials who saw the machine pointed hastily: "Boss, they have boarded the plane, look, that Airbus on the runway is it."

  "Good heavens! I hope it's in time. How many people have gone over to the tower?"

  David replied, "Fifteen good men can control the tower. As long as the tower orders the planes not to take off, we can control the planes. Our people have already stormed into the airport. The target has no weapons on him and cannot threaten the passengers."

  "Hmph, what's it to me if he threatens the passengers? As long as he stays alive, everything else can be explained later."

  In the midst of their stunned gazes, the airliner roared into the sky and gradually disappeared into the clouds. On the runway behind, several vehicles were frantically chasing after it, but they were too slow. Some impatient agents jumped out of the cars and continued to chase after it in a rage. They were so angry that they almost wanted to shoot down the plane, but a glimmer of sanity in their minds held them back from such thoughts.

  "Turn back," he said, a fierce glint in his eye. "What happened to the people who went to the tower? Come with me, order the tower to command the plane to return to the airport."

  The head of security hesitated for a moment: "No, madam, you can't do this. There are still dozens of flights waiting to take off and land."

  His expression unchanged, he said: "Then tell them to delay the time, I need that plane to fly back."

  "Affirmative, dear. Wish you a smooth journey. Beijing, China is a great place. Over."

  His words had barely fallen when a massive fist came crashing down on the back of his neck. The control officer grunted and slumped forward, limp. Cain, Phil, and Goll, dressed in black ninja-like attire, sneered as they wreaked havoc, punching the instruments on the control panel to smithereens. Then, before M's men could arrive, they smashed through the glass of the control tower and flew out.

  Yi Chen received the report from his subordinates and said lightly, "So, delay Mrs. M's actions as much as possible. I don't want her to order the plane back through another air traffic control station, understood?"

  Seven evil vampires who flew to the airport received Yidun's command, and they rushed into the airport with a sly smile. The powerful dark energy swept out like a wave, just like shooting a horror movie, the light tubes and bulbs at London Airport exploded one by one, and faint electric arcs flashed on the ceiling, with the sound of shattering glass everywhere. Countless passengers screamed and hid under the seats in the waiting hall.

  Doke's fist smashed an automatic vending machine, pulled out a few cans of beer, and drank them all in one gulp. His dark-level "Fear" spread out without any specific target, enveloping the entire London airport with a faint black aura. Except for those who had received anti-interference training, including M, everyone felt a strange, inexplicable mental shock, as if they were facing their deepest fears from birth.

  Everyone screamed, M's body shook violently, let out a miserable cry, dropped the pistol in his hand, and almost fainted to the ground. David, who was also disturbed by the abnormal spiritual fluctuations in his mind, hurriedly supported M and looked at the airport where the anomaly had occurred with horror.

  Eyes flashing with eerie black light, Aus swung his hands in rapid succession, sending out waves of subtle vibrations. The ground at London Airport began to tremble slightly, and the shaking grew more intense by the second. Decorations on the ceiling of the waiting hall started falling off, hitting some unfortunate souls who cried out in pain.

  Jester had already joined up with Cain's trio, standing at the highest point of the airport, looking out over the sprawling metropolis of London Heathrow Airport. "Damn it," Jester exclaimed, "I actually managed to buy off these few formidable subordinates with just a bundle of weed - what a bargain!"

  Cain said in a low, gravelly voice: "I want to take them on, I want to see if high-level vampires can withstand my full-strength blow." Phil furrowed his brow, glanced at Cain quickly and shook his head without speaking. Cain wasn't always like this, eager for a fight; although he had Ye Chen's orders, he could turn into a raging bull in an instant, but usually, Cain was an extremely calm person, what exactly happened?

  Gol chuckled beside him: "Yeah, I'd like to get a little action with them too." With a wave of his hand, a massive tornado carrying threads of flame charged towards the airport's apron, flames flashing, several parked planes were ignited, and the huge amount of fuel they carried exploded into towering flames.

  As he gazed at the soaring flames, a strong desire to destroy something suddenly surged up in Phil's heart. Phil was shocked, and his true yuan power surged wildly, dispersing this evil impulse.

  "What's wrong? What's really wrong? Is it that the devil in our hearts, the one boss told me about last time, has already taken hold of us? Is it because we can't truly understand the meaning of 'Taoist' and with the increase in power, we've gradually lost ourselves?... Boss, you once told me to recognize myself, yes, recognize myself, I absolutely cannot lose my heart."

  Sweat poured down Phil's forehead, and the words that Yidun had spoken to him in private were like a heavy bomb exploding in his mind, leaving Phil shocked.

  They retreated from the airport in disarray, powerless to do anything under Deuce's spiritual attack. The ground tremors grew stronger and stronger, with many places already showing cracks, and the special agents fled in a panic.

  The plane gradually left the jurisdiction of the British air traffic control, and its flight was handed over to the French aviation management bureau. After a polite exchange of greetings, M could no longer catch up with the flight. Even if she had been able to wake up in time and negotiate through high-level channels with France and other European countries that the flight would pass through, those bureaucrats would have delayed things so long that the passenger plane would already have landed in Beijing.

  Yi Chen watched with satisfaction as Phil and the others returned safely to their hideout. The entire operation had only resulted in a few minor casualties, with some of the younger messengers getting beaten up with concussions. Otherwise, there were no major losses, and Yi Chen was extremely pleased with the outcome. Similarly, Skye and the others had easily brought the entire London airport to a standstill, leaving Yi Chen astonished by their capabilities and exceptionally satisfied with this "transaction".

  He casually wiped his suede boots with a white silk handkerchief, blew on them gently, and said with a flourish: "Hey, boss, how's it going these past few days? It was freaking awesome! Those cement boards we threw down almost scared those special agents to death. This mission is just too damn interesting!"

  "Relax, follow me and you'll have plenty of fun. Alright, everyone can take a rest now. In just a few days, we'll be heading to Austria... Ah, the duel between the Vatican's Holy Knights and Japan's top ninja is truly going to be a battle worth looking forward to."

  Watching his subordinates file out, Yi Chen smiled and lit a cigar. Long Thirteen had already left Britain safely, and all he needed to do was hand over the documents to M, then the trouble would be over, and he would have an explanation for Zhang as well. However, that bastard Chekhov, was it really so difficult to deal with that chip? He hadn't even gotten the documents out yet, how could he promise to deliver them to M within three days?

  On the desolate rocky hills of Northern Ireland, a lazy shepherd drove a dozen or so goats to find grass roots on the slope. No matter what the outside world has become, in some places on earth, people's lives are still maintained as they were hundreds of years ago, without any change.

  A small, ruined monastery stood on the rocky outcropping, the howling wind carrying the faint sound of Irish flutes over the monastery's half-collapsed stone walls, evoking a desolate and sorrowful feeling in one's heart. Under the gray sky, this tiny monastery seemed to be everything, ancient, ruined, yet possessing a sense that filled the entire universe.

  Kalanti, wearing a crisp white robe with intricate golden embroidery, got off the carriage with several subordinates two to three kilometers away from the stone ridge and walked step by step towards the small monastery. Kalanti had no choice but to get off the carriage, as the road conditions were too poor, and except for mountain goats and those mountain people, there was no man-made machinery that could traverse these rocks and muddy roads.

  The gate of the monastery is extremely simple, made of thin boards nailed together with soapberry wood, and has hundreds of large and small holes in it, which can't serve as a gate at all. Of course, this door is also unnecessary, because half of the wall has collapsed, people can walk in freely, and there is no need to enter from the door.

  Looking at the small cross on the small tower of the monastery, Galanti said in a low voice: "What a strange bunch of people, giving up the high position of the Vatican and running to this godforsaken place to torment themselves, what a strange bunch of people."

  He turned around and instructed several subordinates: "You be careful, don't speak, I'll talk to the people inside, you... aren't qualified to have a conversation with them, got it?"

  Several judges looked at each other in dismay, their own status in the court was already quite high, how could there still be someone who didn't think they were worthy of talking to? Galanti watched with satisfaction as several subordinates showed shocked expressions, and he didn't bother to explain anything. Carefully, without pushing over the gate in front of him, he gently pushed open the gate and led several subordinates inside. His face also wore an expression of utmost reverence and solemnity.

  The great hall of the monastery was empty, and so was the chapel. Galanti glanced at the solid gold watch in her hand, frowned and said: "Hm, maybe they're having lunch? Damn it, where's the dining room?"

  In the small dining room of the monastery, twenty or so monks sat around a wooden table. This was indeed a strange table, it could be seen that these monks had picked up some broken and worn-out wooden planks from who-knows-where and barely managed to cobble them together into this table. As for the dining hall itself, judging from the dozen or so huge holes on its walls, even the most basic function of blocking wind and rain was lost.

  In front of twenty or so monks, there was a bowl of clear water, then a plate of lush green vegetables with about three to five leaves, followed by a small piece of black bread that could barely fill the belly of a newborn kitten. That's all there was.

  At the head of the long table sat a man dressed in black, tattered robes, with white hair and a beautiful white beard. From his hair and whiskers he looked over 100 years old, but from his face and complexion he still looked like a middle-aged man with good energy.

  The monk prayed in a low voice: "Thank God for giving us food, thank God for giving us everything, thank..." The other monks closed their eyes and prayed silently. They were of different ages, but even the youngest one looked like an old man over fifty years old.

  Kalandi didn't knock on the door, he just walked into the dining room. He didn't need to knock because the door had long been taken down and used to repair the rotten table.

  Seeing the monks praying before dinner, Kalanti shrugged slightly and stood to one side with a helpless expression.

  After a while, the monks finished their prayers and began to quietly enjoy their lunch. Only the monk sitting at the head of the table looked at Galanti and asked in a low voice: "Is there any instruction?"

  Kalandi bowed respectfully and said in a low voice, "Lord Troy, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been?" Kalandi stole a glance at Troy and was terrified to find that his eyes were as clear as the sky and the ocean, without any impurities or emotions, just like the sea, capable of swallowing everything.

  Troy smiled slightly: "Galanti? Is that Galanti? Oh, when I left the Vatican, you were still Secretary to Judge Shulrote, weren't you? It's been a long time."

  Kalanti sneered: "Your Excellency Shulotte is now the Chief Judge, Your Excellency Troy."

  Several of Galanti's subordinates trembled all over, oh God, was it when Lord Shuroto was still a referee? What era was that? Who is this dead old man in front of me?

  Troy slowly put the lettuce leaves into his mouth, then ate the slice of bread and drank the clear water in the bowl. This lunch took him a total of twenty seconds, because there was really too little food.

  Kalanti slightly furrowed his brow: "Sir, we have trouble."

  Troy shook his head gently: "No, Galanti, when people leave the Vatican, they swear never to take up arms again... Arms are bloody, and God wants us to purify this world with love... All these years, I have been atoning for my past killings, do you want my cultivation to be destroyed in an instant? The affairs of the Holy See should be accomplished by young people like you."

  "However, sir, without your assistance, we cannot cope with those terrifying enemies," Kalanti said anxiously.

  Troy slightly shook his head: "A powerful enemy? Then, did they offend us first, or did we provoke them?"

  Kalanti smiled: "Try to conquer others in a different way, war and killing often bring only greater casualties, this is unnecessary."

  Kalanti shook her head: "It's about the Dark Assembly, they found a powerful ally from the East and attacked us together. They even seriously injured the current Pope. Sir, they are strong and shameless, using despicable means to injure the Pope, injure Lord Hyloth, and kill the Holy Knights from your lineage."

  Troy was taken aback: "They killed the sacred knights I inherited? How is that possible, if they could follow God's guidance, the sacred knights were invincible. Have your beliefs wavered? Have you abandoned God's guidance? Have you lost God's favor? Has God's power stopped protecting the Vatican?"

  The other monks looked at Galanti with surprised eyes.

  Kalanti gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "The Dark Council destroyed New York City, His Holiness the Pope took the Chief Justice to stop them, but was lured into an ambush by those sinners from the East. They joined forces to severely injure our people... That set of sacred artifacts, the sacred artifacts left behind by the ancient saints, were also completely destroyed."

  Cries of shock rose, including Troy, all the monks looked at Galanti in horror. Troy asked in surprise: "Impossible! The Holy Vessel will never be destroyed, are you lying? Galanti, may God punish you with thunder, may God strike down this shameless liar!"

  Kalandi fell to the ground on his knees, shouting loudly: "I swear by my soul, I swear by my faith in God, everything I said is true. That set of holy artifacts, along with the sacred knights you passed down, were completely destroyed."

  Troy was taken aback for a moment, shook his head dazedly, looked at the companions around him and said in a low voice: "Comrades, do you remember our oath?"

  The monks around nodded: "We dedicate everything to God, pursue the footprints of God here, feel the thoughts of God, and finally let ourselves be accepted by God. We will never step out of here again."

  "Troy said in a low voice, 'Galandi, the powerful enemy is not to be feared. God will guide you to defeat them. Hold on to your faith in your heart, hold on to your faith in God, for God is all-powerful.'"

  "Are you really unwilling to serve the Church? Can't our heavy losses and the crimes committed by the Dark Council against us move your heart? You are a ruthless person."

  Troy shook his head: "No, I've already gotten rid of the bloody past, do you want me to get stained with blood again?"

  Kalanti didn't say another word, directly pulled out a golden letter and handed it to Troy, saying in a deep voice: "This is the decree of the current Pope, ordering the Holy Knight Troy to return to the Vatican... As a clergyman, no one can disobey the Pope's decree. The will of His Holiness the Pope represents the will of God, do you want to abandon God?"

  Troy hesitated for a moment, exchanged glances with his companions around him, shook his head in dismay, nodded and said: "So, we will obey Your Majesty's will... Let us atone for three days, and then we will leave here and return to the Vatican." Troy also didn't look at the letter again, and threw it back to Galanti.

  Kalanti smiled triumphantly: "No, you don't need to return to the Vatican. You will go to London and meet with three current Holy Knights. We have received intelligence that they will be dueling with some strange people and eliminating them. After that, you can return. At that time, we will concentrate our forces to destroy our enemies, those bizarre Chinese people."

  Troy nodded silently, stood up, and slowly left with about twenty monks.

  "Skull, I've granted your request and sent you such a powerful helper... God, if you weren't my nephew, why would I be helping you like this? Forgive me, God."

  Several subordinates asked Kalanti: "Sir, who are they?"

  Kalanti gave them a sideways glance and said in a low voice, "They are all those who abandoned their positions in the Holy See and devoted themselves to ascetic practices. Troy was a Sacred Knight three generations ago, and the others were also voluntary abandoners of positions such as Cardinal and Deputy Judge... Hmph, when I first entered the Holy See, they were all incredibly brilliant figures..."

  Kalanti smiled triumphantly: "This time Your Majesty has remembered them, those old monsters who have been cultivating in various parts of the world will respond to Your Majesty's command and return to the Vatican, their power... hum..."

  Galanter left Northern Ireland contentedly and returned to Vatican.

  Three days later, Troy led his companions out of the small monastery and they went to London. Arthur and four others were overjoyed in their hearts and welcomed them into Buckingham Palace with grand ceremony.

  And from Japan, the top-class masters from the four families of Fuurinji, under the leadership of Sakuras' mentor, a chrysanthemum internal age largest ninja master, took a special plane and arrived, staying in Sakuras' casino.

  The scouts of the Dark Council, sensitive to touch, reported these strange movements upwards. Meanwhile, Wester had also received a secret report from Dekula and hastily passed on this information, and then in the mountains of Austria, some monsters began to stir...