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On the ruins of the Aurora Society's stronghold, Ace Snake found a punisher who was running around busily and asked in a deep voice: "How?"

"Yes! Report to the Archbishop!"

The team leader of the Punishers stood at attention and replied with a loud voice: "All the proofs of blasphemy have been destroyed, and the relevant personnel are undergoing requiem and amnesia in the Church of the Night. Some of the Punishers have shown signs of losing control, but they have all been controlled and are now being treated.

Recycle the remains of murals and sculptures.”

"well-done."

Ace Snake nodded calmly, and the mood that had been shrouded in gloom for many days finally improved. Due to his two consecutive misjudgments and dereliction of duty in the "Apostle of Desire" and the previous "East Side Kapin Incident", he was about to be transferred.

Leaving Backlund, leaving the Holy Wind Cathedral, and going somewhere on the sea, tonight's joint operation to suppress the cult will be his last command operation in the "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals".

After tomorrow, he should leave and let the "Deep Blue Priest" Diocese Bishop Raydal Valentine, who has accumulated enough qualifications, take up the post.

This made him feel a little melancholy, but also felt vaguely comforted. It was indeed not a good thing to be impatient now.

Perhaps leaving the glitzy inland and going to the sea favored by the Lord of Storms can allow you to return to your original nature and digest the magic potion. Only when you face the waves and storms can you feel the Lord's will and power on a deeper level.

He gave a few more instructions, wanting to put a final end to his less-than-satisfactory experience as Backlund.

After the Captain of the Punisher Team left, Saint Anthony, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night, came over. After a few pleasantries, the Bishop of the Night, who was well aware of the other party's straight-forward nature, asked directly: "Do you have any clues?"

Ace Snake shook his head: "No."

"There is no trace or any remnant of that angel. He was not here at all when the incident occurred, and he did not come back after the incident."

"In other words, there are only some blasphemous murals and sculptures."

St. Anthony's brows widened. He didn't want to run into that angel, and he was relieved to see that everything was safe. If he did, he would definitely die, and neither His Majesty the Pope nor His Highness Arianna would be able to rescue him in time.

But when he thought about his subordinates being seriously injured by the other party because of losing control of their emotions, his voice couldn't help but become cold: "The Aurora Society ran really fast. They only captured some ordinary believers and low-sequence extraordinary people. This cleanup should be enough."

Teach them a lesson. Unfortunately, the Dark Saint who was suspected to be here at the time of the incident and Mr. A who assassinated Ambassador Intis and others all escaped. They should have used extraordinary items such as "Traveler". The key is that it was so short.

Where did they go during that time?"

"Even if it's an extraordinary item from a demigod-level traveler, it shouldn't be possible to transfer nearly a hundred people at once!"

Ace Snake said in shock: "Our raid was completely confidential. They had no time to respond. They were caught off guard from the beginning, but they actually ran away so much. This is not normal at all!"

"I suspect that the cultists only teleported over short distances!"

"It's very possible that they are still in Backlund!"

St. Anthony lowered the volume of the four consecutive exclamation mark speeches of the Singer of God to prevent the bishops' conversation from being heard by the surrounding members. But he quite agreed with Ace Snake's inference, and

Added: "It is also very suspicious that the dark saints of the Aurora Society did not come out to challenge at all. They should not be the type to actively escape."

"But his judgment was very correct. They moved away almost all the people and sealed objects, leaving only the church and the collapsed stronghold."

"Perhaps it's because he was scared out of his wits after seeing us, let alone someone with a mechanical heart next to him. Anyway, we can't win, so we might as well run away." Ace Snake said nonchalantly.

"That's the most likely thing."

After Saint Anthony finished speaking, he couldn't help but tease the other person:

"If you had always maintained such rational thinking and excellent judgment, you might not have to leave Backlund."

Ace Snake's expression suddenly turned from bright to thunderous, he snorted heavily and disappeared from the place into a bolt of lightning.

293

The conquerors who were born for chaos and were bound to push war to the entire world had more or less firmly believed that no matter whether they were defeated or embarrassed during their lifetime, at least their death should be grand.

Just like the sighing and vigorous figures in history books and legends. They lived a glorious life, and when they fell, they were like a meteorite that smashed into the ground from the sky. The last remaining warmth could still turn everything around them into

The lava dead place, which no one should approach, will burn for another hundred years.

But what happened in reality? The three most burning fires in the world at that time were supposed to eat each other, fight with each other, and decide the final winner over a long period of time. However, one day they were suddenly covered by a dark cloud.

Completely. The thunder was deafening, the Blood Emperor's chariot rolled forward in the thunder clouds, and the malicious laughter came abruptly together with the majestic heavy rain, extinguishing all the blazing fires in the blink of an eye.

Opening your eyes, this gloomy underground hall has remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if it will always be a suitable place to store corpses.

The chains disappeared in the sunlight. Whether it was the relatively fresh corpses of the descendants of Tudor in the corner or the remains of the three conquerors who had been bound for thousands of years, their bodies were slowly eliminated in the light.

After receiving the confirmation from the True Creator, Edward immediately withdrew his spirituality, and the warm sunlight slowly retracted under the dark gray shell of the stone, returning to the shape of an inconspicuous golden thread. Sauron and Einhorn heard the voice of the True Creator.

They gave up thinking when they came, but after half a minute of looking at death, they found that there were no indescribable gibberings in their minds, nor did they suddenly become devout believers in the true Creator. The two conquerors suddenly speculated in surprise.

stand up.

Edward was holding the cross and was wondering whether to continue wearing it on his ears as a pendant or just put it in his pocket. He happened to see Medici's eager expression, so Edward thought for a second and handed the cross to Medici.

The red evil spirit was very happy and did not say anything to disgrace the scenery. When not infused with spirituality, it was just a nice-looking decoration. Medici took it and placed it solemnly in his hands, clasping his hands together and praying with his eyes closed.

"Wait for me, I want to leave something here."

After a moment, he opened his eyes, first integrated the "Red Priest Card" into his spiritual body to strengthen himself, then waved his hand and threw the other extraordinary characteristics to Edward, turning around and asking: "Do you have any candles?"

"No."

"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have it."

Medici said, and with a pitiful amount of power from his spirit body, he grabbed a bone from a descendant of Tudor, rubbed it in his hands again and again, and pulled out a candle with a suspicious color.

.But in this basement, such a dark color just doesn’t attract attention.

Using the bones and blood of Tudor's descendants as the anointing oil, and adding the breath of evil spirits and curses as the wick, a candle full of malice is ready.

Medici placed the candle, which was about the size of his little finger, on the seat facing the door, and clapped his hands leisurely. The two conquerors in the ceremony did not stop him, and even looked at Medici in anticipation.

Sauron gloated: "I didn't expect you to be quite merciful. Dying here would definitely be a great gift and a good death for the Tudor bloodline, right?"

"Who knows?" The red evil spirit grinned three times.

Medici said to himself in a chant-like tone: "As you know, we have been crazy for thousands of years, and we only managed to wake up with the help of a few blind intruders and his two little descendants.

Curse your blood, bring disaster upon you - but what is the value at this point?"

The left mouth burst into laughter, and Sauron's voice was full of the ironic joy of revenge: "Pound is not Tudor after all, and Pound's successor is not Alistair after all! They come from him and inherit from him

, continued his madness but did not have the ability of the Blood Emperor. He dared to break in boldly and talk to evil spirits openly, but he followed the rules and became a lawyer. After tearing his chest and chewing his throat, he used the useless extraordinary characteristics.

Throw it away. What does this blood taste like? I can’t even taste it!"

Einhorn laughed coldly, and then continued Sauron's words: "If he doesn't declare his family status, I can only feel that he has the blood of Tudor. It's not enough to be scorching, but it's not enough to be arrogant.

Anyway, it's a pity that they came here because they couldn't find a way forward. They came to the ruins of the glorious promotion of their ancestors and paid a rough visit to the glory thousands of years ago, but they could only admire it! I didn't taste it carefully, but I didn't

This is necessary.”

The voices and thoughts of the three people were mixed together, making a sharp neigh. The red evil spirit clapped his hands happily and said with a smile:

"Tudor, Pound, I can't help but laugh!"

"This bloodline only has its own shape. It is like fire in the mouth at first. When it passes through the throat, it doesn't feel so hot. When it falls into the stomach, there is no feeling at all. After thinking about it, it just feels bland."

Edward listened with great interest to the three of them as they vented their joy of finally being freed after being imprisoned for thousands of years. He listened to them speak like hunters and enthusiastically praised Adam, Amon, Antigonus, Bethel Abraham and Adam.

Eighteen generations of Lista Tudor's ancestors, the basement was filled with a happy atmosphere. After a few minutes, their emotions calmed down, Medici flipped up her hair and gave Edward a look:

"Where to go now?"

"Aurora Society."

Medici was immediately happy, and the other two conquerors once again began to regard death as home. The doorless basement was left open, and demons and evil spirits walked through the long corridor filled with the remains of historical relics, walked out of the underground building, and walked along the brand new

concrete steps leading up to the building above ground level.

Amon, who was sitting on the sofa playing with some pearls and sapphires, heard the footsteps and immediately put away all his treasures.

When Medici emerged from the basement with his black and red armor covered in blood, his cheeks and part of his skin rotten and blackened, exposing his bones, Amon found that he had no unnecessary thoughts.

Instead, Medici struck first and said hello with ill intentions. A bunch of flames appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Amon's face and clothes. The heat wave came oncoming, and Amon stole the flame and returned it to Medici.

.

Missing a hit, the Red Angel withdrew the flames and looked at Edward with some surprise: "I didn't expect you, a demon, to be quite capable. How did you manage to cooperate with this thing and the Lord at the same time? Or is it because he felt bored and stole it by himself?

Came here? I don’t think He is so easy to get rid of.”

Edward did not answer directly: "This is not Him, this is him."

"Him?" Medici raised his eyebrows. He looked at Amon, who made a face at him, and then left the mansion and returned to the carriage. Finally, he realized that the other person seemed to be the same as the Amon in his memory.

There was no small difference, so he laughed even more unexpectedly, "Interesting, this is indeed very interesting!"

"how did you do it?"

"No comment."

As they talked, they got on the carriage. Edward still had one side to himself. Red Angel looked left and right, smiled, and sat next to Amon, squeezing each other maliciously. He was still thinking about how to talk to Medi.

Amon, who was getting along strangely, was a little annoyed. For a moment, flames and bugs were flying in the carriage, and theft and fraud were all the same. Looking from the outside, the windows disappeared from time to time and bright flames flashed, as if he had entered a fire scene or an alchemy furnace.

After a few minutes, the carriage leisurely walked to the location of the Aurora Society's stronghold. The shoulder armor was moved to his knees, and the wrist armor turned into a curtain. Medici couldn't wait to jump out of the car, and was lost for half a minute under the residual influence.

, after walking around the carriage five or six times, he gave a thumbs up to Amon, whose clothes and hair were burnt, and laughed:

"You are very interesting! You can laugh, you can also keep a straight face, you can express anger, and you can be affected by my provocation. You are much more interesting than your real body!"
To be continued...