St. Peter's Church.

At the top of this Gothic church, a small bell tower stands. Ironically, the main features are gloomy, weird, mysterious and terrifying Gothic styles, which are widely used in various art fields such as architectural sculpture, painting and literature. This style is exaggerated but asymmetric, light and complex, and the most respected is the cathedral. Basically, 80% of the world's famous cathedrals are Gothic.

Under the style of strange objects such as bats, roses, lone castles, crows, crosses, and blood, the church actually highlights a sacred solemnity. What is even more ironic is that the man standing at the top of this Gothic church now.

Brando hand-written in his pocket, overlooking a large area below.

Philadelphia was extremely quiet late at night, as if dead. There were only one flag of Daisi, and there were candles lit.

In the shadows around the church, the werewolf under his command disappeared. In a farther place, there were nearly a thousand witch hunters. Although their realm was not high, most of them were the lowest knights, barons and viscounts. However, there were too many.

Although he had reached some deals with the bishop, he promised not to step out of St. Peter's Church within a radius of 100 meters. However, the guarantee was that if there were no witch hunters to protect the city, it would not be the Holy See. He could even feel that in the dark night, the two bishops stared at his eyes.

He was very open about this.

"A week has passed..." He suddenly murmured in the night wind.

It has been a whole week since Matthew died.

The church cannot feel it, but he can feel that a pair of eyes in the dark are staring here all the time. The silent depression is like a tsunami in the darkness. The quieter the more creepy it is.

The realm of Yama can already predict most dangers, and it is precisely because of this that he dare not relax at all. The longer he waits, the greater the power it will be when it is activated!

"Who wants to get the benefits in this script of Death?" He grinded his teeth and looked up at the dark night sky. The clouds were covered with dark clouds above, swallowing the moonlight, and even the stars became dim: "It's better not let me catch you... Otherwise... no matter who you are, I will make you regret it!"

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Just a few blocks away, a man in a suit also stared at the monster-like St. Peter's Church in the night.

On his side, at least three witch hunters guarded the roof. On the street, chains attached to the Bible were pulled up, and with the church as the center, it formed a circle of two hundred meters in radius. At least two thousand arm crossbows were aimed at here.

All the evil forces in the eastern United States gather here, werewolf, vampires, and this church that had never been valued before, became important in an instant. I wonder how many witch hunters were guessing what was hidden there? So much so that a Lord did not hesitate to promise many benefits, and only asked the church not to get involved.

"Andlina, you said...what is hidden there?" The man's hand grabbed something in the void and said casually.

There was no one around him. But as the words fell, the shadow under his feet opened his eyes, and a female voice responded faintly: "No matter what it is, the bishops did not give orders, so we should suppress our curiosity."

"Actually, I don't like to team up with you. You are a Paladin who has a judgment in your mind and is not suitable to be the captain of this action."

The man sneered:

"Unfortunately, I am the only one left in the eastern area, and you can only choose me... Don't worry, as long as they don't take action first, no matter how curious I am, I will never take action."

"Hope so." The eyes closed quietly.

A few seconds later, the man licked his lips bloodthirsty and whispered in a low and inauspicious voice: "But as long as they dare to move first, then immediately... the Lord's holy light will cleanse this city full of sins!"

Time passed minute by minute. Until the bell rang at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there was only the howling cold wind left here.

As usual.

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When... when... when... when... the church bell rang melodiously. On a building, a team of witch hunters breathed a sigh of relief.

They are not old, about 20 years old. In the profession of witch hunter, they can only be said to be too young. If the situation in Philadelphia was not about to break out, they would not have been mobilized to come here.

"It's time to leave, Elena." The man in the lead, who was 25 or 26, patted the woman who stepped on the edge of the building, stretched and said, "The teammate who changed defense arrived within 20 minutes...What are you looking at?"

Elena was wearing a tight black leather jacket, outlining her perfect figure. The same black cloak was swept up by the night wind like a crow's wing. This was a white woman with black hair and blue eyes. There was no look on her cold face. But when she looked at her eyes, she would find... she was staring at St. Peter's Basilica without a flash.

No one spoke. After a few seconds, the leader whispered: "Stop looking..."

"I can't figure it out." Elena, who had not spoken, suddenly interrupted him and said coldly: "Why?"

"Why does the holy church let the dregs enter?"

"Aren't we the guardians of God?" She gently lifted her hair, slowly lifted her arms, and the crossbow made by the Holy Silver reflected a breathtaking cold light: "I, you, everyone present..."

Her arms wrapped around her, and she settled onto the cathedral again: "And every demon hunter on the scene is the orphan whose close relatives were killed by these monsters."

"It's clear that they're right in front of us, why can't we kill them?"

"Elena... calm down!!" Before he finished speaking, the leader had already grasped her hand, pressed her down, and gritted his teeth and said, "Brando is there! Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to say that he is a real demon! There are several demons like him in the Masonic community!"

"For this kind of demon's nest, you either kill it with one blow or you can only find opportunities! The Holy See did nothing wrong. If you can't kill them at once, you will be greeted with crazy revenge! You should know how much influence the Freemasons have in the world!"

"Rockefeller, Rothschild, Miss Li from South Korea, and Mr. Mitsui from Japan... These are all manipulators of the lifeline of a living world! Their footprints are all over the world! Their influence is not the same level as the Holy See! Do you still want to have unfortunate people like us!"

Elena didn't speak anymore.

The leader took a deep breath and looked at her seriously: "So, it's time to rest now. Otherwise, when you need to work hard in the future, you will find that you have wasted too much time on meaningless things."

"My parents... just died at the hands of the werewolf." Elena suddenly spoke again: "Now... the werewolf's ancestor is less than two hundred meters away from me. Do you think this is a meaningless thing?"

"Do you know... how many witch hunters on the scene want to rush in and die with him? Yes...

…I admit, this may be just our one-sided idea.”

She sighed quietly: "That's a duke... We may not be able to get close to it..."

She smiled and said, "So, you're right."

"Now, I'm still too weak. Let's go, man."

The group opened the door of the roof and walked down. Elena looked back unwillingly.

She walked very slowly, and she could not forget that bloody night, when their farm was washed by a few werewolf. No one survived, and she could only hide in the cabinet to escape. However... what was coming was the police's "beast attack" final.

She wanted to rush over now and shoot through the monster opposite with the arm crossbow in her hand!

But she couldn't do this because she knew that she was not qualified to be so impulsive. Everyone present had the same experience as hers.

In order to win in an all-round way and to completely kill these monsters, she must endure it. What she said just now was just a few complaints brewing for more than ten years of blood feud.

Da...da...the sound of leather boots resounded throughout the corridor. This building has been a bit old, and the voice-controlled lights are not very sensitive. It is also a relatively old-fashioned residential building, commonly known as the tube building, and the area is not spacious. While suppressing the boiling murderous intent in her heart, she walked in a mess. However... twenty seconds later, she suddenly raised her head!

wrong!

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air at some point, and... it became stronger and stronger!

Pazi... Pazi... The voice control light above the head flashed twice, completely annihilated. No... Not only this floor, the voice control lights on the entire floor are turned off at the same time!

There is a problem... countless trainings in the Holy See have formed muscle memories. She suddenly fell down like a quick female leopard, with her finger tiger on her fist and pointing her arms and crossbow at the entrance of the stairs.

There is someone in front of her.

Someone, as he walks by, the voice-controlled light will definitely light up.

But now there isn't.

What happened to the people in front of her...their team...?

In this tranquility, suddenly, a creepy voice sounded.

Crack, Crack... In the darkness, Elena's pupils instantly contracted.

Too familiar...too familiar!

More than ten years ago, she heard the sound resounding for an hour in the cabinet!

That's the sound of human bones being bitten!

It's the sound of the demon eating!

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, turned around and retreated without hesitation, and rushed backwards.

The werewolf who can silently kill the leader, at least the Count! This is not something she, a mere knight, can compete with!

Hate cannot blind its eyes, this is the first creed that the Holy See has given them. At this moment, she can only be rescued by rushing upstairs and setting off fireworks.

This building is twenty stories high.

Now, she is on the eleventh floor.

Nine floors... She was like a crow, rushing to the roof at full speed. At this moment, on the fourth floor, all the people in their team were unconscious. A werewolf covered in blood was gnawing at the bones I found from somewhere.

And behind this werewolf is a line that no one can see.
Chapter completed!