Thunder moves**.
The lightning flashed in the dark clouds, whipping like a whip on the spire of Westminster Abbey, causing a dazzling flash. Torrential rain poured down, covering the entire world.
"I need to pee."
The Knights of the Round Table looked at the old man in the wheelchair coldly, and the old man repeated: "I need to pee."
The knight frowned, "Didn't you pee just now?"
The old man with dementia just looked at the knight and repeated: "Pee."
"As people get older, their prostate becomes worse."
Stone pushed the wheelchair and smiled sheepishly at the knight: "It's normal to pee seven or eight times a night. Otherwise, let him solve it in the corridor..."
"Pee."
The old man in the wheelchair repeated it in time, causing the knight to frown and turn to Stone: "He has to pee, what about you?"
"Help him lift his pants."
Shi Dong said matter-of-factly: "How about you come?"
“…”
The knight's expression became more and more ugly. He waved to his companions, said hello, and then escorted them to the toilet.
The Knights of the Round Table did fulfill their duties. Because they were worried about their escape, they did not even wait outside the door. Instead, they stood in the toilet holding their noses and said in a muffled voice:
"Five minutes, hurry up."
"Can you untie this?" Shi Dong pointed to the shackles on the hands of the old man in the wheelchair: "He is quite nervous, and he can't urinate when he is nervous."
The knight said expressionlessly: "No."
"We can discuss it..."
"no."
The knight became impatient: "Are you going to the toilet yet? If not, just hold it in."
Shi Dong sighed helplessly.
There was a long silence in the toilet, followed by a brief pitter-pattering sound, and the Knights of the Round Table turned their heads.
In the silence, he heard the faint and clear sound of steel friction behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a chain bag falling down and tightly wrapped around his neck.
Tighten up!
Kara…
The old man in the wheelchair got up at some point and walked behind the knight in three steps. His movements were light and agile, and he didn't look like he was sitting in a wheelchair.
As if he was carrying a heavy object, the chains of his hands were wrapped around the knight's neck, tightening and pulling, as if his whole body was trying to lift the knight's neck and carry him on his back.
Turn your back on anger.
The knight struggled hard, but could not make a sound.
In the silence, only Stone stood in front of the toilet, relaxing and whistling melody.
After a long time, the sound of struggling disappeared.
The old man let go, and the knight fell to the ground, never moving again.
Satisfied, Stone shook out a few drops, lifted up his pants, walked over to the knight, glanced at him, and shook his head helplessly: "Let's move more neatly next time. He was incontinent in the three minutes wasted from strangulation to death..."
"I haven't exercised in a long time."
The old man in the wheelchair sighed, "If you don't pay attention, you might go too far."
Stone stopped pursuing the topic and simply asked, "How are the others doing?"
The old man in the wheelchair pulled out a portable ether ball from his wheelchair. After closing his eyes and meditating for a moment, he replied: "The people on the east and west wings have been taken care of. There is some trouble in the big prayer hall. I missed it."
"After so many years of recuperation, why are they more embarrassed now? Have they been killed by dogs all these years?" Shi Dong sighed, "Forget it, I'll go."
…
Half an hour later, the last corpse was dragged into the confession room and continued to confess to God together with its former companions.
"Counting the time, the outside world should have noticed something is wrong."
Shi Dong looked at his pocket watch: "How long can the barrier last?"
"Westminster Abbey has a special status. Normally, there is no need to activate the barrier at all. The Concord Ceremony has not been activated for many years. It is already a generation behind. I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand it for long."
Mephistopheles thought for a moment and replied, "About an hour."
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud roar.
A blazing fire lit up from the window.
The earth trembled and the rain rolled back.
The fluorescence of the barrier flickers on and off, spreading throughout the cracks.
Mephisto's expression remained unchanged and he nodded slightly: "Okay, now there is only half an hour left."
"Half an hour...enough." Stone nodded slightly and looked at Carol: "Have the children gotten up?"
The nominal manager of the Ministry of Doctrine, Bishop Carroll, is now wiping the blood on his hands with a rag - after Ye Qingxuan became the Grand Inquisitor, he was officially appointed as the commander of the Witch's Hammer, responsible for The only armed order of the Inquisition.
"about there."
Carol replied: "The children are all young men. It doesn't matter if they sit in a cage for a few days and don't eat. Although the armor has been dismantled by the ether furnace and locked in the warehouse, the engineers are doing emergency repairs. The problem should not be serious - The biggest trouble at the moment is that the Knights of the Round Table have taken away all the weapons equipped with the armor. Now the enemies outside are fully armed, while our knights are bare-handed except for an iron shell."
Shi Dong was helpless: "Can't you think of a way?"
"cannot."
"No substitute?"
"Do tables and chairs count?"
"...can't it count?"
Shi Dong sighed, "Damn, that was a mistake. In other words, our breakout plan will be aborted?"
Carol nodded.
Shi Dong was silent for a moment and asked: "Is it too late for us to surrender now? The Holy Scriptures say that it is not shameful to temporarily bow to heretics for the sake of the long-term future. We are doing this to paralyze them and then wait for an opportunity to act. God will definitely forgive us. Right?"
"uncertain."
Carol's face was expressionless: "And I'm afraid the Knights of the Round Table will not surrender. The great knight you just beheaded in the big prayer hall is the nephew of the commander of the Knights of the Round Table, 'Tristan'. The only successor..."
"Oh shit."
Stone cursed and looked at Mephisto. Mephisto was looking up at the colored window on the glass dome, concentrating on it. He really didn't know what he, a blind man with advanced cataracts, could see.
Stone looked at him.
He didn't move... he didn't realize it, but he scratched his face unnaturally.
It wasn't until a long time later that he finally couldn't sit still and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can solve it."
Soon, the floor of the chapel began to sink, and countless bricks shrank to both sides, revealing the downward passage. Mephistopheles grabbed the wind lantern and made a gesture of invitation to Stone.
Shi Dong stood at the entrance of the passage, took a deep breath, and smiled: "The smell of iron maintenance oil? It's really good..."
But when the wind lantern illuminated the collections in the underground warehouse, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
What is visible is the cold light of steel.
On the display racks, there are everything from ordinary swords and armors, to small hand crossbows as contraband, to countless power armor-specific impact guns, door-breaking axes, chain saws and swords that are heavy enough to be several people tall...
Weapons that could arm two infantry brigades and an entire company of dynamic armor lay quietly in the darkness, coated with the childishness of maintenance, exuding an alluring and pungent smell.
Shi Dong was silent for a long time, then turned around and asked:
"In Anglia, isn't it possible to hang for concealing ordnance?"
Mephistopheles smiled, stepped on the mechanism, activated the hub, and slowly opened the wall behind him, revealing a huge underground workshop hidden behind the wall ten meters below Westminster Abbey.
There are assembly lines that are tens of meters long, car windows that weigh dozens of tons, a dazzling array of tools, steel furnaces embedded in the walls, and even an entire ether-powered 100-ton stamping machine.
And there were dozens of old priests in robes, their well-developed muscles almost bursting the robes, their hands covered with calluses and bearing traces of molten iron burns.
"Private possession?"
Mephistopheles shook his head disdainfully:
"—It's made!"
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a pitch-black hand crossbow, skillfully checked the parts, cocked it, fired three rounds, and nodded with satisfaction:
"The priests who can stay here are all the technical backbone of the order. For them, this kind of thing is just a manual job to relieve their boredom. Otherwise, do you think that Angelou has left the country in recent years? Where did the weapons come from?"
“…”
In the silence, Stone's eyes became more and more strange: "How sad would it be if those lambs who came to confess to you found out that the kind and great bishop turned out to be the biggest warmonger in Anglia?"
"It's not easy to spread the gospel of God in a foreign country. What's the use of relying on the little money allocated by the religious group every year? If you want to generate income, you have to find your own way... "
Mephistopheles said nonchalantly: "At least, I will give believers a 20% discount. Let those who used to fight fiercely with others over private matters now fight against pagans for God! Let those who Those who were robbers in the past, now fight for the gods and become knights of the gods! This is a battle worth participating in and will be won in the end... This is the will of God."
Speaking of which, he also gave a famous speech by the first-generation Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, which made Stone spit out a mouthful of phlegm.
"What are you waiting for?"
Mephistopheles spread his hands and asked: "Are you waiting for me to settle the bill for you? Go and follow the orders of your Grand Inquisitor, follow your plans, and do things freely. I hope you can save this country. "
"Don't worry, we will."
Shi Dong glanced at him one last time: "Even if we can't save it, we won't let it fall into the hands of the devil..."
…
…
In the violent storm, on the streets of Lower City.
"That's the most important material reserve over there."
Watson, who was handcuffed in a wheelchair, tapped the front with his chin: "Everything you want is stored there. After all, this is a tense period. We usually put the junk that can't be sold there."
After a day-long transfer of property, the military's spy chief was already dizzy.
Although Watson has always been extremely cooperative and even handed over such crucial things as the list of subordinates, hidden stakes and informants to him, and even handed over the key bank accounts with one hand, without thinking of any resistance, but He could still feel something was wrong.
This cripple in a wheelchair must be hiding something from him.
must…
He was absolutely certain of this.