The tranquility has been restored above the sea.

But the world is in chaos.

The wind blows from the sea, disrupting the storm and clouds across the ocean.

The captain of the US fleet, Schroeder, brought the news back to the United States with the only remaining broken aircraft carrier.

"Dark creature Dracula and Carlos, the demon, attacked us."

This is a secret radio notice sent by Schroeder to the United States after escaping from the battle center of the sea monster and the demon Carlos.

"The entire aircraft carrier fleet heading to the Holy City was almost wiped out."

"The only one who survives now is the aircraft carrier I led, but the members on the ship are less than half of the previous ones."

"Later we encountered the sea monster, and Carlos fought with the sea monster, and we barely escaped."

Chuan Pu's legs were shaking when he got the news.

"It's over!"

Trump really hates dark creatures now.

Compared with the aircraft carrier fleet that had only lost one squad before, this time it lost one aircraft carrier fleet.

Just as Chuan Pu expected, this news caused an uproar in the parliament. The United States has not suffered any damage to this level of war for a long time.

Not many aircraft carriers have been destroyed since the founding of the United States.

This has woken up the United States. Times have changed, and the force they are proud of is no longer enough.

Secretary of State James Bond said at the meeting: "What the United States should learn now is how to survive this new torrent of the era, rather than sticking to the pressure of the world overlord, which is the way to die."

What made Chuan Pu feel a little relieved was that no one proposed to impeach him this time.

Everyone focused more on handling events and discussing new paths to the times.

Everyone knows that the current problem cannot be solved by a different president.

……………………

At this time, in the office of the Lord of the Holy City outside the Holy City, the Lord of the Holy City met the demon Carlos again.

On the mahogany seat opposite the Lord of the Holy City, Carlos sat with his legs raised and his hands crossed.

Even if the United States beats it to death, it would not have expected that the initiator on the Indian Ocean would sit opposite the Lord of the Holy City.

"The trouble has been resolved, and it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Carlos's voice was as hoarse as ever.

Like the echo of hell.

There is endless darkness in the muteness.

“I need time to make sure.”

The Lord of the Holy City looked at Carlos and said.

He is not sure whether the United States' aircraft carrier has retreated now.

"The devil will not lie in the face of the contract, you should believe me."

"I need to be responsible for the Holy City, and I can't just listen to your words."

The Lord of the Holy City insists on his own ideas.

Devil is not a good kid.

Carlos chuckled, he sat up, looked at the Lord of the Holy City coldly and said:

"But, unfortunately, I don't have much time left, so..."

"I don't care whether you can find it or not. I want specific results at this time tomorrow."

The Lord of the Holy City frowned.

"There is not much time left for you? Are you going to do anything?"

The Lord of the Holy City really cannot see through the Dark Holy City, why did they have to work hard to put their headquarters in the Holy City?

And what do they do after they land in the holy city?

"Don't ask too much about our affairs. I can't give you any guarantee except for the contract."

Carlos's face, like hell lava, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He looked at the ceiling and said as if he was thinking about something:

"After all, no one can tell the matter of that person."

That one?

The Lord of the Holy City frowned even deeper.

"Is the master of the Dark Holy See?"

He asked slowly.

"I'm actually very curious about who can suppress you."

"Curious people often die quickly."

Carlos did not satisfy the curiosity of satisfying the Lord of the Holy City. After all, even he himself did not know who the one was that day.

What is his intention?

What does he want to do in charge of the Dark Church?

That's a mysterious man.

"But there is one thing you are right. He should be a very powerful person."

"A mysterious person."

Speaking of this, Carlos smiled and leaned on the backrest behind him and said:

"I've said too much again, there's no way. Who made me so talkative?"

"Not these matter. What's important is that I will come here tomorrow at this time. Please be sure to prepare our headquarters at that time."

"Otherwise, at that time, I will be very unhappy, and you will be even more unhappy. I know you won't do such a thing that neither of us can get the slightest satisfaction."

Carlos stood up, and there seemed to be endless darkness hidden in it under his black robe.

With a casual wave, the red curtain of the Lord of the Holy City was pulled open in an instant.

Looking up at the holy city in the distance, Carlos said slowly:

"Maybe in a thousand years, the headquarters of the Dark Holy See will be the immortal scenery of this place."

"What a fun thing that would be."

Carlos disappeared into the office with his own voice, and it seemed that he had never appeared.

The Lord of the Holy City has become accustomed to Carlos's elusiveness. He is now recalling Carlos' description of the master of the Dark Holy See.

"Who will support this group of dark creatures?"

The Lord of the Holy City really couldn't figure out why anyone would support the dark creatures.

And he couldn't understand who could make these two dark creatures who dared to oppose Angel Cas.

Is it Satan or Lucifer, the fallen angel?

However, the demon Carlos said he was a human.

"Who else has such power in humanity?"

The more you think about this, the more you can't figure it out.

The Lord of the Holy City shook his head, not thinking about this problem, this is not what he should have thought about.

The dangers of the United States have been resolved, but the people of the detained sects have not yet been resolved.

The letters from the Pope and the universal pastor have been brought to the hands of the Lord of the Holy City, and people from other sects have also put pressure on the Holy City through many ways.

They want to trade for a smaller price for their personnel to leave.

But the Lord of the Holy City did not want them all to leave so peacefully.

"When you came, you didn't expect such a result, so how could you blame the Holy City?"

The Lord of the Holy City looked at the secret letters on the table and smiled coldly.

He could not let all sects learn lessons, but it was still possible to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

Carlos said that the two holy soldiers in their hands were all decorations, but how many people knew that the holy soldiers in their hands were decorations?

No one.

"Just you!"

The Lord of the Holy City drew a Tao from a pile of secret letters.

History is always random.
Chapter completed!