St. Peter's Church.
At the top of this Gothic church stands a small bell tower. Ironically, the Gothic style, which is mainly characterized by gloomy, eerie, mysterious, and terrifying, is widely used in various artistic fields such as architectural sculpture, painting and literature. This style is exaggerated and asymmetrical, light and complex, and the most admired is the cathedral. Basically, 80% of the world-famous cathedrals are in Gothic style.
In the style of strange objects such as bats, roses, lonely castles, crows, crosses, and blood, the church actually highlights a sacred solemnity. What's more ironic is the man now standing at the top of this Gothic church.
Brando folded his hands in his pockets, overlooking a large area below.
Philadelphia is very quiet at night. It's like dying. There were only candles lit under the banners of Daisy.
In the shadows around the church, his werewolves were hidden. In a farther place, there are nearly a thousand witchers, although the realm is not high, most of them are the lowest knights, barons. Viscount can't even see a few. However, there are too many.
Although he had already reached some deals with the bishop, he promised not to step out of the 100-meter radius of St. Peter's Church. Guaranteed, however, if there were no witchers protecting the city, it wouldn't be the Holy See. He could even feel that in the dark night, the two bishops were staring at him.
He was very open about it.
"It's been a week..." In the night wind, he suddenly murmured.
It has been a whole week since Matthew died.
The church can't feel it, but he can feel that a pair of dark eyes are staring here all the time. The silent depression was like a tsunami in the dark. The quieter it is, the more creepy it is.
In the realm of Yama, he can already predict most dangers, and it is because of this that he does not dare to relax at all. The longer you wait, the more powerful it will be when you activate it!
"Who wants to profit from this death script?" He gritted his teeth and looked up at the dark night sky. The dark clouds above engulfed the moonlight, and even the stars dimmed: "It's better not to let me catch it. You... or... no matter who you are, I'll make you regret it!"
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Just a few blocks away, a man in a suit was also staring at the monster-like St. Peter's Church in the dark night.
Beside him, at the top of each house, there are at least three witchers guarding. On the street, chains attached to the Bible were pulled up, forming a circle of 200 meters with the church as the center. At least more than 2,000 crossbows are aimed here.
The evil forces of the entire eastern United States are all gathered here. Werewolves, vampires, this church that has never been taken seriously, has become very important in an instant. I don't know how many witchers are guessing, what is hidden there? So much so that a venerable lord did not hesitate to promise many benefits, but only asked the church not to get involved.
"Andrina, you say... What secrets are hidden there?" The man's hand was grasping something vaguely in the void. said casually.
There was no one around him. But just as the voice fell. The shadow under his feet opened a pair of eyes, and a female voice responded indifferently: "Whatever it is, the bishops have not given an order, we should restrain our curiosity."
"Actually, I don't like teaming up with you. You, a paladin with judgment in mind, are not suitable to be the captain of this operation."
The man sneered: "Unfortunately, I'm the only one left in the eastern area, and you can only choose me... Don't worry, as long as they don't act first, I will never act no matter how curious I am."
"I hope so." His eyes closed quietly.
After a few seconds, the man licked his lips bloodthirsty, and said softly in a low, inaudible voice: "But as long as they dare to move first, then immediately... The Lord's Holy Light will cleanse this sinful city!"
Time passed by minute by minute. Until the bell rang at midnight, there was only a whistling cold wind.
As usual.
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When... when... when... the church bell rang melodiously. In a building, a team of witchers breathed a sigh of relief.
They are not very old, about twenty years old. In the witcher profession, it can only be said that they are too young. If the situation in Philadelphia hadn't been on the verge of breaking out, they would not have been mobilized here.
"It's time to go, Elena." The 25- or 6-year-old man in the lead patted the woman who was standing on the edge of the building, stretched his waist and said, "The teammates who switch defenses will catch up within 20 minutes. To... what are you looking at?"
Elena was wearing a tight black leather jacket, which outlined a perfect figure, and the same black cloak was rolled up by the night wind like a crow's wings. This is a black-haired, blue-eyed white woman with no expression on her frosty face. But if you follow her gaze, you will find... She is staring at St. Peter's Basilica.
No one spoke. After a few seconds, the team leader said softly, "Don't look..."
"I can't figure it out." Elena, who had not spoken for a while, suddenly interrupted him and said coldly, "Why?"
"Why would a holy church let that scum in?"
"Aren't we the guardians of the gods?" She lightly twitched her hair, raised her arms slowly, and the crossbow made of holy silver reflected a chilling light: "I, you, everyone present..."
She wrapped her arms in a circle and settled on the cathedral again: "And every witcher on the scene. They are orphans whose loved ones were killed by these monsters."
"They are right in front of us, why can't we kill them?"
"Elena... Calm down!!" Before the words were finished, the team leader had already grasped her hand, pressed it down, and gritted his teeth: "Brando is there! Even if you don't want to admit it, you have to say that, then A real demon! There are several other demons like him in the Freemasonry!"
"For this kind of demon's lair, you can either kill them with one hit, or you can only find a chance! The Holy See did nothing wrong. If you can't kill them once, you will be greeted with crazy revenge! You should know how big Freemasonry is in the world. influence!"
"Rockefeller, Rothschild, Miss Lee from South Korea, Mr. Mitsui from Japan... These are all manipulators of the lifeblood of a country in the living world! Their footprints are all over the world! Influence and the Holy See are not at the same level! You still want to appear Unfortunate people like us!"
Elena didn't speak.
The leader took a deep breath and looked at her seriously: "So, it's time to rest. Otherwise, when you need your help in the future, you will find that you waste too much time on unnecessary things."
"My parents... died at the hands of werewolves." Elena suddenly said again: "Now... the ancestors of werewolves are less than 200 meters away from me. Do you think this is a pointless thing?"
"You know... how many witchers out there want to rush in and die with him? Yes... I admit, this may just be our one-sided idea."
She sighed faintly: "That's a duke... I'm afraid we can't even get close..."
She smiled: "So, you're right."
"Right now, I'm too weak. Let's go, man."
The group opened the door on the roof and walked down. Elena looked back reluctantly.
She walked very slowly, and she couldn't forget that blood-stained night when their farm was washed with blood by several werewolves. No human or animal survived, only she escaped by hiding in the cabinet. However... what ushered in was the verdict of the police's "beast attack".
She wants to rush over now and shoot through the opposite monster with the crossbow in her hand!
But she couldn't do it, because she knew that she was not qualified to be so impulsive. Everyone present had similar experiences to hers.
In order to achieve a complete victory, in order to completely slaughter these monsters, she must endure. What she said just now was just a few years of blood feud and some complaints brewing.
Da... Da... The sound of leather boots resounded through the corridor. This building is a few years old, and the voice-activated lights are not very sensitive. And it is also a relatively old-fashioned residential building, commonly known as Tongzi Building, which is not very spacious. While suppressing the boiling killing intent in her heart, she walked in confusion. However... Twenty seconds later, she suddenly raised her head!
wrong!
In the air, there was a faint smell of blood wafting in the air, and… it was getting stronger and stronger!
Pop... Pop... The voice-activated light above his head flashed twice, completely annihilated. No... Not just this floor, the voice-activated lights on the entire floor go off at the same time!
There is a problem... Numerous training sessions in the Holy See have built up muscle memory. She fell down suddenly, like an agile female leopard, on her fist, the finger tiger had already been brought on, and the crossbow was aimed at the entrance of the stairs.
There is someone in front of her.
When someone walks by, the voice-activated light will definitely turn on.
But not now.
The people in front of her... their squad... what happened
In this silence, suddenly, a creepy voice sounded.
Kaza, Kaza... In the darkness, Elena's pupils shrank instantly.
So familiar... so familiar!
More than ten years ago, she was in the cabinet when she heard this sound resounding for an hour!
That is... the sound of human bones being crushed!
It's the sound of the devil eating!
"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, turned back without hesitation, and rushed back.
The werewolf who can kill the leader of the team silently, at least the earl! This is not something that a mere knight of hers can compete with!
Hatred can not blind the eyes, this is the first creed handed to them by the Holy See. At this moment, she could only be rescued by rushing upstairs and letting 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 top of the building at full speed. At this moment, on the fourth floor, all the members of their team were unconscious. A werewolf covered in blood was gnawing at a bone it had found from nowhere.
And this werewolf has a line behind it that no one can see.
Elena thought it was very light, however, her voice was like thunder in the ears of a judge-level werewolf, but after 0.1 seconds, she suddenly rushed up.