In the depths of an unknown mountain forest, a few figures shrouded in large black cloaks were moving toward the east of the mountain forest at a speed that exceeded the limits of humans, like ghosts whose feet did not touch the ground.
"We'll reach the coastline of Hua Xia in another 13 miles. The submarine that will pick us up is there. We'll be able to reach Anxin when we get there."
A leader shrouded in a black cloak spoke in English in a deep voice.
"Archimonde, the execution of this plan is much easier than I imagined. I'm feeling a little uneasy," another man said in a deep voice.
"No matter what, we've obtained the 'Holy Grail'. What we need to do now is to send it back to the Elder Council," the man called Archimonde said.
Another leader laughed weirdly and said, "Mobses, your old habit of being oversensitive is acting up again. Don't you think it's more exciting to have some people obstructing us? I heard that Lilith is coming this time. I really miss that chick whose sweet blood I can smell from a mile away. "
"Charlie, don't let your guard down if you still want your other hand to be chopped off by Lilith," Archimonde snorted and said.
Charlie, who was under the black cloak, let out a cold snort and didn't say anything else.
The three of them led a total of nine men in black cloaks behind them. They maintained a terrifying speed and swept through the forest like a black whirlwind.
But after advancing for more than a mile, Archimonde, who was the leader, was the first to stop.
"Be careful!"
After a warning, three high-intensity incandescent lights suddenly lit up in the dense and dark forest about a hundred meters in front of them!
The three lights were covered by a cross-shaped lampshade. The outer shell of the lampshade was suffused with a metallic silver color, shining brightly.
The strong lights directly lit up the dark forest as if it was daytime. The twelve men in black cloaks seemed to be directly exposed under the spotlights and had nowhere to hide!
At this moment, the cloaks of the twelve men finally revealed complicated dark golden patterns that were originally invisible. They looked like some kind of totems, but there was no pattern to them.
"Damn it, it's the 'Silver Cross Mass'! The lackeys of the Vatican! "Mobses roared angrily.
"Don't act rashly for now. We have the initiative now. The key is to find an opportunity to send the Holy Grail out," Archimonde said in a low voice.
From behind the three lamps, dozens of figures gradually emerged. Because of the light, these people's faces were a little dim. However, these twelve men shrouded in black cloaks were obviously not unable to see clearly because of the light. They immediately recognized a few familiar faces.
Charlie laughed and said, "Archimonde, is that old guy from the Vatican going all out this time? Am I seeing things? Why did the high-ranking and powerful Captain Gabriel of the Red Cross come all the way here to make life difficult for us?"
A burly man wearing the heavy armor of a medieval European royal knight walked to the front with heavy steps. His beard was unkempt, his face was square, and his curly chestnut hair fluttered in the night wind. There was no emotion in his gray eyes, and an ancient aura exuded from his every move as if it had been aged.
The man reached out his hand and took a huge one-handed sword from his back. The one-handed sword seemed to be an antique as well, and there was a red gem branded on the sword hilt.
A white cloth fell off the sword, revealing the huge sword body that was full of rust. The whole sword gave off a decayed yet unyielding aura.
Gabriel calmly looked at the twelve black figures confronting him, and said in slightly vague Italian, "Archimonde, hand over our Holy Grail."
"Gabriel, you're still so arrogant and conceited. Do you think we'll hand over the thing in our hands so easily?" Archimonde sneered under the cloak.
"You filthy monsters, do you think that you'll be protected by the Lord after snatching the Holy Grail?"
A slightly young voice was heard, and a tall, fair-faced man from the West stepped forward. He wore a chainmail and held a thin one-handed sword in his hand.
"Little guy, it doesn't seem like it's your turn to speak here," Archimonde said in disdain.
The young man sneered, "Big bat, open your eyes and look carefully. I'm Arthur Evans, the youngest genius Templar of the Vatican. After tonight, you'll tremble at the sound of my name."
"Hahahaha, Gabriel, it seems like the quality of your Vatican's fresh blood is getting worse." Archimonde laughed.
Gabriel remained silent, but Arthur seemed to be greatly humiliated. Just as he was about to step forward and make a move, he was blocked by a middle-aged man who walked forward.
The man had a thin face, a slightly tall figure, and jet-black hair. He shook his head at Arthur and said, "Don't be instigated by Archimonde, he's trying to provoke you."
"I know, but I'm not afraid of him at all!" Arthur snorted, but didn't move forward.
Archimonde replied with an 'oh', "Sir Thomas, long time no see. Is this young fellow your disciple? When did the Templars lower their standards? "
Thomas said indifferently, "Archimonde Marquis, hand over the Holy Grail. You have no chance of winning tonight. Army Leader Gabriel, me, Arthur, and the 20 Holy Knights of the Pope's Guards behind us. With just you three elders and nine servants, you're no match for us. "
Archimonde sneered, "Of course I recognize you guys. We've been fighting for more than 10 centuries. However, I'd like to know, where are the other friends behind you from? They don't seem to be from the Vatican. "
Mobses said unhappily, "Archimonde, is there a need to guess? Only the Yellow Flame Iron Brigade can make the Vatican declare war on us with such great fanfare!"
"We're not your friends," a young man said in English as he walked forward. "I'm the leader of the second team of the Yellow Flame Iron Brigade, Yong Ye. According to the orders from the higher-ups, we're cooperating with the Vatican to snipe you heretic invaders and take back the Holy Grail."
Yong Ye's expression was one of satisfaction. Behind him, the members of Second Dragon Group also followed.
At the same time, Cai Ning also walked forward from the back. Behind her was a row of fully-armed Water Dragon Special Forces.
"Meddlesome Yellow Flame Iron Brigade, don't you know that interfering with the matters of the Vatican and the Dark Parliament is beyond your authority?!" Charlie said coldly.
Yong Ye said in disdain, "We, the Yellow Flame Iron Brigade, only acknowledge the existence of the Vatican. You heretics should have been sent to the gallows long ago. Filthy monsters that suck human blood. If you weren't in Europe, we would have killed you all long ago."
Cai Ning frowned and said to Yong Ye, "Don't say anything more. We're just here to help."
Yong Ye smiled gently at Cai Ning and immediately shut up.
At this moment, Gabriel seemed to have lost his patience. His one-handed sword that was more than two feet long and three centimeters thick suddenly stabbed into the ground. "Archimonde, do you want to fight or run? Choose quickly. If you hesitate any longer, I'll make the first move."
"Gabriel, don't you think that outsiders shouldn't interfere in our matters? You actually formed an alliance with the Yellow Flame Iron Brigade. You've really fallen, "Archimonde said regretfully.
"These matters have nothing to do with me. I'm the commander of the Red Cross Army. We, the Red Cross Army, only obey the Pope's oracle. I'm only responsible for fighting."
"Since you think so, then there's nothing more to say. Old friend, we haven't fought for many years. I hope your body hasn't rusted like your sword." After Archimonde finished speaking, his figure that was shrouded in a cloak suddenly flew out!
A tall and skinny man wearing an ancient tailored suit with a face as white as a sheet of paper pierced through the silence of the night like a black lightning bolt!
The fingertips of Archimonde's right hand were dyed with five dark rainbows in an instant. His fingernails quickly extended by one centimeter. The trajectory of his fingers in the dark night cut through the air, making a sharp piercing sound!
"Hmph!"
Gabriel grunted. He pulled out the sword in his hand from the soil and slapped it heavily with the back of the sword as if it was a flat board!
It looked like a simple slap, but it blocked all angles. In a situation where speed didn't allow it, Archimonde could only resist it.
"Clang!"
Archimonde stretched out his scarlet bloody claw without fear. Red flames flashed in his eyes as he clashed with the rusty sword!
"Holy Cross Light!"
Archimonde roared. A milky white halo appeared on the back of the sword. A small cross star mark suddenly enlarged and turned into a huge cross light that shrouded Archimonde!
"Sacrifice!"
A drop of blood seeped out of Archimonde's fingertip and formed a pale green flame in mid-air. It collided with the cross light halo and produced a corrosive sound. Then, it disappeared.
After a round of battle with Gabriel, Archimonde retreated more than ten meters. He said to Mobses and the rest behind him in an undetectable voice, "Quickly leave in a roundabout way before they completely surround us!"
Mobses and Charlie also knew that they couldn't break through the encirclement by force. They didn't care if Archimonde was in danger or not. Their footsteps flew as they tried to escape to the seaside from the forest on the other side.
"Don't even think about escaping. Do you think we're just decorations?"
Church Templar Arthur held his sword with one hand and slid to the front of Mobses and the rest with two steps. A pure and holy light appeared on the blade of his sword. With thousands of complicated sword shadows, it enveloped Mobses who was at the front!
"Little guy, don't look down on me!"
Mobses was a little annoyed. Obviously, the young Arthur made him very uncomfortable. He raised one of his hands that was hidden under his cloak. A long sword that was condensed by the unique blood spell of the Blood Race appeared in his hand. The long sword that was glowing with a bloody light pierced through the sword shadows and crushed all of Arthur's attacks!
The bloody sword strangely turned violent in the air. The strong airflow made Arthur take a few steps back uncontrollably!
"You want to stop me, Mobses?! You've underestimated the great elder of the Blood Race! "
But just when Mobses thought he had broken through the blockade and was about to lead the people behind him to leave, dozens of cold stars suddenly appeared in front of them!
"Quickly dodge!"
The valiant speed of the Blood Race saved them, but there was still a blood slave who didn't dodge in time and was hit by a few of the stars that were flying towards him!
"Ouch …"
With a tragic scream, that Blood Race started to burn under his cloak. He rolled on the ground in excruciating pain.
"It's a silver needle. Is it Hua Xia's hidden weapon?!" Charlie speculated angrily as he looked at the irrecoverable servant.
Cai Ning, who had changed into a tight-fitting battle suit, stood out from the darkness in front of them. There wasn't the slightest bit of joy or worry on her cold face. In one of her hands, she was still holding a delicate needle hidden weapon.
"27 Torrential Pear Blossom Needles. Although it's not purely mechanical, it might be enough to deal with you guys," the woman who had returned to her Flower Rain form from the Group of Eight answered Charlie's question.
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