In the sea of trees below the cliff of the monastery, the swaying shadows of the trees hid something that was spying on it.
"It's really peaceful here, Pechors Monastery."
Lamias put down the binoculars in her hand and jumped down from the tree trunk. As she fell, the lower hem of the black nun's robe fluttered in the wind.
The pair of strong but not thick legs stretched out in the air, but the people under the tree did not choose to look at it.
First of all, no one dared to provoke the nun. Second, they did not care about such things.
Lamias bent her legs slightly when she landed to cushion the impact of the fall. The nun belonging to the Black Order walked toward the tent stationed here.
It had been a while since she came to this place. Naturally, she had been observing this monastery for a long time.
"Is the magnetic field still unchanged?"
For the past few days, Lamias would ask the people in the tent the same question almost every day. After leaving Romania, the nun assigned here was obviously impatient.
Unlike in Romania, she also solved some personal problems in the process of the mission. However, Lamias always felt that there was something wrong with the process. For example, she did not know how she lost her gun.
But in the end, it seemed that the mission of the Black Order was completed. As for Jonathan, he also got what he deserved. She felt very good.
But it was indeed a little boring here. They just wanted to find something in this monastery. Originally, they had planned the time of the operation, but because of some unexpected things, they had to temporarily postpone the operation.
The machine in charge of monitoring the changes of the Holy Light in the monastery suddenly detected a strong Holy Light magnetic field in the monastery. The energy coefficient of the magnetic field was a little too high, far beyond the allocation of the Black Order for this expedition.
"Angel's Descent."
During the training of the Black Order, the nun had been taught more than once that when the value of the Holy Light magnetic field reached such a level, the possibility of a Divine Master's Descent was very high.
The staff in the tent took off the headphones, turned around, and said helplessly, "It's still the same as yesterday. There's no movement, and there's no movement. But with its existence, according to my calculations, the strength of the barrier outside the innermost auditorium has probably been strengthened by more than two times … Miss Lamias, are we really not going to consider requesting support from headquarters? "
The nun lady said indifferently, "If you think that the headquarters can spare more manpower, I don't mind you applying now. I'd even be happy to help you apply. "
"I was just … asking."
He knew that the Religious Order was short on manpower recently.
Recently, it was also said that the team from the headquarters that was responsible for excavating the ruins had been lost in the grassland of Khuree. Later, they sent some people to replace them, but there was no news about it recently. Nobody knew what happened to the people who came later.
Of course, as a low-level member, these were just some things he and his companions talked about during their short break … It was more appropriate for the higher-ups to think about their own matters.
"Wait, Miss Lamias! The magnetic field's value is beginning to decline! "
Just as Lamias was about to leave, the staff member suddenly said in surprise. Lamias turned around and squinted at the changing numbers on the screen.
She felt that the great spear hidden under her nun's robe was beginning to thirst for blood.
…
"Stop your anger and forsake your anger. Don't do evil because of injustice. "
In the simple stone room, there was only a small window that could bring light. Anatole stood in front of this small light and prayed as usual.
He felt that this was his instinct — he had been praying every day since he was conscious.
Therefore, even if the holy power in his body had been sealed, and no matter how he prayed, it would not resonate with the holy power, he still did not give up this habit.
The iron door of the stone room was suddenly knocked. It was an old monk, his godfather, Morgie.
Morgie stood in front of the iron door and gave an imperceptible sigh, but Anatole whispered in the stone room, "My father, why do you sigh?"
Morgie shook his head, "My child, please forgive me, I've tried my best. But you can't be released from here. "
Anatole said quite calmly, "Father, you've done enough for me. Mr. Sullivan just sealed my holy power in the end, instead of abolishing it. He just imprisoned me here, instead of expelling me. Isn't that enough? God said that we should know how to be grateful. Because you picked me up, I was able to live for 20 years. "
Morgie frowned, "I've watched you grow up. No one knows you better than me. How can you be a heretic? Tell me, Anatole, my child, can't you remember what you've encountered? "
Anatole shook his head.
Morgie could only nod helplessly, "That lord has gone back yesterday. We don't know when he will come again, so I'm afraid you have to stay here before he comes again. "
Anatole said indifferently, "There's water and food here, it's enough. The true cultivators in the monastery are much more hardworking than I am. "
Mo Ji wanted to say something, but at that moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded from outside. At the same time, the ground started to shake slightly.
The two people in the conversation frowned subconsciously.
Morgie quickly left the confinement area and walked outside. Anatole couldn't keep calm at this time. A kind of uneasiness made him look out of the window blankly.
The loud noise didn't stop, but became more and more frequent … It was the sound of explosion.
Vaguely, Anatole even heard weak screams.
Soon after, Morgie hurried back and appeared in front of the door of the stone room. His forehead was injured and blood almost dyed half of his face red.
"Father!" Anatole finally couldn't keep calm at this time.
Morgie hurriedly said, "We were attacked … They, they want to rob the things in the auditorium! Anatole, get out of here quickly. "
"No, father! How can I give you up! Father, you!! "
Crack.
When the door was opened, Morgie had fallen to the ground. He still held the key in his hand, but his chest had been stained with blood.
"Forgive me, I can't open the imprisonment of Lord Sullivan on you." Morgie said weakly, "But even the holy light can't work on them … Their bullets seem to be cursed, they easily tore our shield …"
"Father, don't talk! I'll stop the bleeding for you! "
"No … no need. You … you come to my ear, I have something to say to you … "
Anatole had to lower his head.
However, Mo Ji took out something from his bosom and stuffed it into his palm.
"Please … Please keep the faith in your heart, no matter … no matter when or where … But …" Mo Ji's voice became weaker and weaker, "But … If one day, you're really confused … If you have doubts in your heart … Just go, just go and find … find …"
"Father!!!"
Morgie didn't finish his words and closed his eyes.
Anatole stared at the thing that the godfather gave him at the end of his life: a black card.
…
The light shield transformed by the golden holy light was easily penetrated by the bullet.
Lamias held two guns and walked easily in the 13th auditorium of the monastery. The nun lady looked at the last remaining abbot of the monastery.
Beside him, several ascetics had fallen in a pool of blood.
"Without the holy light, you are really worse than a retired veteran." Lamias chuckled.
"Cursed weapon … The Black Order has developed such a depraved thing!" The abbot of the monastery looked very calm.
His life seemed to be coming to an end at any time, but he was obviously not afraid.
Lamias twirled the silver gun in her hand and smiled, "The blood of the Impaler Duke plus some other materials, although I don't like it very much, the effect is obvious, isn't it?"
"What's your purpose?"
"Sir abbot, what is hidden under your feet?"
"Sure enough …" The abbot's face changed dramatically, "You even want to get your hands on it?"
"For the new world."
Lamias said indifferently. At the same time, the cursed bullet was shot out of the silver pistol's barrel and penetrated the dean's forehead easily.
After waiting for a moment and confirming that the old man could no longer stand up, Lamias took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Let the priest team come in and start to erode the barrier here and take out the holy relic inside. Also, start to clean up all the people here and let our prepared people live here … From now on, Pechors is our product. "
"Miss Lamias, we caught a guy. He seems to be imprisoned in the dungeon and may have escaped during the chaos. "
"Is there holy power on him?" Lamias asked indifferently.
"No signs of holy power activity detected."
"Hmm …" Lamias thought for a while and said, "Those who are imprisoned are either sinners or heretics. Since there is no holy power … Let's catch him first, maybe he will be useful in the future. "
"Got it!"
Lamias put down the walkie-talkie and glanced at the 13th auditorium. She stretched out her finger and drew a cross in front of the fallen body.
Lamias smiled and turned around, putting the gun back into her pocket. "For the new world? Who would do that for such a boring reason? "
…
The blood on the wall was washed away, and the bodies were taken to a place to be cremated. The door of the monastery was reopened as if nothing had happened.
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