Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1097: Battle at the Temple

Late at night, Pattaya Airport.

On the runway, Kunpeng suddenly accelerated, and then like a giant steel bird, it plunged into the inky black sky and disappeared.

At the beachfront villa a few kilometers away from the airport, Moran lazily leaned on the railing of his balcony, watching the plane disappear into the sky.

Retracting his gaze and flicking away the cigarette butt, Moran said to himself in a sour tone:

"Du Weiguo is such a cruel bastard. He has forgotten his old love and doesn't even look at me."

  Having said that, she glanced towards the terminal again:

"And that damn vixen, snatching food from a tiger's mouth, who does she think she is? Joseph, are you really no match for her?"

Joseph stood behind her, speaking in an awkward tone, trembling slightly:

"Uh, I'm so sorry, Madam Boss. Even from such a distance, I can feel a strong sense of oppression. It's a tremor from the depths of my soul, as if I had encountered a natural enemy."

"Madfak!" Upon hearing this, Moran's face suddenly turned dark and he scratched his hair angrily.

At this moment, ten thousand meters above the ground, in the troposphere.

The light in the spacious and luxurious cabin was very soft and spotless. Only Du Weiguo and Rhodes were sitting opposite each other.

At this moment, Rhodes' eyes flashed with a strange silver light, and his hands turned iron-white, resting on the metal armrests of the chair.

This Belfast C-5 transport aircraft, after being modified by the Sixth Department and Rhodes, not only has the top-level comfort experience, but also has an extremely terrifying speed.

Its instantaneous burst of speed is comparable to that of the top jet fighters. At the same time, this aircraft is also equipped with a very powerful weapon system.

Including 6 26mm Vulcan aircraft cannons, 12 Falcon air-to-air missiles, 12 AGM air-to-ground missiles, multiple infrared jamming bombs, high-frequency electronic jammers, etc.

Therefore, although the Kunpeng is just a transport plane on the surface, it actually combines the dual features of a fighter and a bomber, and can be said to be armed to the teeth.

The most amazing thing is that with this modified plane and Rhodes' ability, he no longer needs to stay in the cockpit to control it. As long as he is in the cabin, he can give orders anytime and anywhere.

"Sir, we will be flying for about 6 hours. Would you like to take a rest?"

At this moment, Du Weiguo was sitting upright on a leather seat, spreading the floating knife flat on his thigh and wiping it with a piece of snow-white satin.

His eyes were focused and doting, and his movements were gentle, as if he was facing a stunning beauty.

In fact, the Fuchen Knife does not need to be wiped or maintained at all. Because of the special nature of its material, this knife can not only cut iron like mud, but also does not get stained with blood.

Hearing Rhodes' question, Du Weiguo raised his head, carefully put the Fuchen Knife into the special knife case, then lit a cigarette and answered the question irrelevantly.

"Rod, how is the progress on your father's side? After such a long time, why hasn't he become the new head of the Freemasonry?"

Rod's father, Akira Sassoon, the patriarch of the Sassoon family, was originally a high-ranking Freemason and served as Chairman of the High Table.

This old man was extraordinary and decisive in his actions. He was a typical opportunist. After the two leaders of the Freemasons were killed by Du Weiguo one after another, he joined the Freemasons without hesitation.

In return, Du Weiguo planned to make him the new leader of the Freemasonry.

However, several months have passed since the death of Bourne Perez, and Akira has still not succeeded in taking over.

Du Weiguo was somewhat dissatisfied with the poor efficiency.

“Well, my father had previously led other families to publicly surrender to Your Excellency, which actually meant that they had automatically left the Freemasonry.

Moreover, the impact of this action is very negative. Some conservatives in the club are now hostile to the Sassoons, so there is a lot of resistance from my father’s side.”

Hearing what he said, Du Weiguo's face darkened noticeably.

Of course, he knew that this was not an easy task. As the saying goes, there are still three pounds of nails in a rotten boat. Although the Freemasonry has been suppressed by him one after another and is no longer as strong as before, it is still an immeasurable behemoth.

The reason why Du Weiguo wanted to push Akira to the top was because he was optimistic about his skills and abilities and believed that he could handle it on his own without him having to worry too much.

"So, what exactly has your father done now?"

"First, sir, I'm sorry~"

Rhodes was originally the deputy commander of the Noah Legion, but he was not very courageous and had a somewhat cowardly personality.

Seeing Du Weiguo's face darken, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, and even the plane started to shake.

  Du Weiguo scolded angrily:

"Rod, just fly the plane. What are you afraid of? I'm just keeping an eye on the progress of things. We are all family members now. I will never attack my own people."

"Yes, yes, thank you sir."

Rhode was as if pardoned. He calmed down and introduced:

"Since Mitsui Uekane's death, two other High Table members have voluntarily withdrawn. There are now 27 members left in the Freemasonry, of which my father and I occupy two seats~~"

To summarize, the current situation of Freemasonry is as follows:

Ever since Bourne's downfall, the prestige of Freemasonry has declined significantly, with lower-level and middle-level members leaving the lodge one after another, and the lodge is showing signs of crumbling.

However, because the interests of the top high-table members were too deeply intertwined, only two new members withdrew.

Now, there are only 27 seats left in the High Table, including 17 top families, under Akira's unremitting lobbying.

Currently, there are 8 families and 13 members of parliament supporting Akira, which is less than half. Among them, the Sassoon family occupies 2 seats.

What’s interesting is that Mitsui Uekin, who was just defeated by Du Weiguo, was actually one of Akira’s supporters and was originally expected to barely exceed half.

Those who support Akira now are all families in the parliament that are weaker than the Sassoon family.

However, those families that are stronger than his, such as Perez, Rothschild, Rockefeller and the like, simply ignore him, and some even oppose him openly.

When someone takes the lead, naturally others will follow. After all, no one wants traitors like the Sassoons to come to power and rule the Freemasons.

Moreover, in addition to being extremely powerful, these opposition groups also have one thing in common, which is that their current bases are located within Citigroup, making them fearless.

In general, there is a tendency for Freemasonry to split now.

After listening to Rod's talk, Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt, frowned and said nothing, unconsciously tapping the back of the chair with his fingers.

After a long while, he asked in a deep voice:

"So, the main resistance from your father's side now is Perez and the Rothschild family? Do you need my help?"

Upon hearing this, Rhodes' pupils suddenly trembled and he shuddered.

  He knew clearly what Du Weiguo meant. His so-called help was nothing more than killing everyone, just like what he did to the Mitsui family!

Oh my God! The real demon came to Citigroup and started a killing spree. Just thinking about it is chilling. It is comparable to World War III.

"No, no, sir, I don't need your help for now. My father specifically told me this before I left Kayseri.

Please give him another two months, and he will be able to peacefully control the Freemasonry and ensure the integrity and stability of the situation."

"Ok."

Du Weiguo nodded without comment:

"Give your father a message. Get everything settled before International Labor Day. Otherwise, I will have to intervene in my own way."

Rhodes' face turned pale: "Okay, okay."

At the same time, strange noises continued to emanate from the Badlapur Temple on the snowy mountain.

"Moo, moo~"

The sound was very strange. It sounded like the mooing of a cow, the chanting of scriptures, and also like the roar of thousands of people at the same time. It was thrilling.

Because last night Masar and his men killed people wantonly in Siliguri, which aroused public anger, and as a result, they were hunted down by people from half of the city.

They had to stop and look for advantageous terrain, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of the pursuers.

Although the victory was without a doubt, this episode forced Marsal and his men to rest and recuperate, and also wasted the most golden time for the raid.

At the same time, the noise they made at the foot of the mountain also alarmed the temple, making the lamas prepared, and the sneak attack was forced to turn into a violent assault.

At this moment, the broad and magnificent forecourt of the Bhadrapur Temple is equivalent to the square in front of the main hall of a Buddhist temple.

Marsal's hands were turned outward as hard as he could, and his arms were trembling slightly, as if he was struggling to support something invisible.

He now looked quite miserable, his face was pale, and blood was still oozing from his nose and mouth.

  After spitting out another mouthful of blood foam, he whispered with difficulty:

"Luo, Luo Li, find a solution quickly! I can't hold on any longer, otherwise, we will all die here tonight."

Lori, Gray Whale, Leech and the others were all standing behind Marshall, huddled in a relatively small circular area, and their faces did not look very good.

On the ground around them, there were dozens of lamas lying scattered around, all wearing yellow robes, and on the steps in front of them, there were dozens of lamas standing, all wearing red robes.

These red-robed lamas all had haggard faces and were skinny, as if they were carved from the same mold. Some of them even had mutilated bodies and looked strange, and they seemed to be the unique ascetic monks in India.

All the red-robed lamas had their eyes tightly closed, their faces expressionless, their mouths moving rapidly as they chanted obscure and difficult-to-understand scriptures.

The strange and inexplicable roar came from their mouths, a typical group mind control technique.

Logically speaking, Marsar and his men are veterans who have experienced many battles. There is no reason for them to fall into an encirclement so easily.

The reason for this is that this temple has a great geographical location.

This temple was built in a very impressive way, with its back against a steep snow-capped mountain and its left and right sides half hanging on the edge of cliffs. Unless you can fly, the only way to break through is to go from the front.

Hearing Marsal's growl, Lori, with a dark face, glared at him fiercely, wishing she could stab the damn old man to death with a knife.

What was the most important thing in the 20th century? Intelligence, of course, but the intelligence of this old man, Marsal, was fatally wrong.

In this temple, although the lamas wearing yellow robes and red robes cannot hypnotize people, they are not vegetarians either, and they all have unique skills.

The yellow-robed lamas are all physical cultivators with powerful fighting abilities, equivalent to the temple-guarding monks, while the red-robed lamas are all ascetics with strong mental abilities, and are good at group mental attack techniques.

In fact, the Church of Light led by Martha is also very good at this trick, and it is one of his main means of making money and attacking others.

But at the moment, Marsal had to cheer up and fight to the death. It really felt absurd that he was using his own spear to attack his own shield.

Nothing is ever more permanent than this.

They had just entered the door and hadn't even seen the purple-robed lama with high-level combat power, but they were already being forced to move in and out of trouble and in a very embarrassing situation by a group of minions.

The worst thing was that at this moment, deafening footsteps were heard in the back hall of the temple, and it was obvious that the lamas' reinforcements were about to arrive.

If they don't break the deadlock, once Marsar can't withstand the opponent's group mental attack, they will all be wiped out.

"grass!"

Lori cursed in annoyance, then immediately turned around and made a series of gestures towards the gray whale.

"Ow!"

Although Gray Whale and Lori seem to be mortal enemies and fight whenever they meet, in fact, they have cooperated more than once and have a tacit understanding of each other in fighting.

Seeing Lori's gesture, Gray Whale instantly understood, immediately stretched out his arm to lift up Marsal, and strode towards the stairs.

Loli and Leech followed closely, and in an instant they advanced more than ten meters forward and entered Loli's skill range.

"brake!"

Luo Li shouted loudly, stretched out her hands suddenly, and pressed forward with force.

"Pfft!"

Following her movement, a large number of red-robed lamas on the steps were suddenly forced to their knees by the invisible force. A dozen or so near the front row had their bones twisted and deformed, and blood gushed out of their mouths and noses.

"Yeah~"

Lori roared again, the veins on her face popping out.

A huge transparent force field that was almost visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the air, trapping all the remaining lamas, and then suddenly fell down.

"puff!"

Almost all the red-robed lamas were knocked down by her ultimate move, and the lightest injuries were only broken bones and tendons.

There is always a price to pay for using a big move. The field was cleared in an instant. Luo Li was not feeling well either. She spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face was obviously depressed and she couldn't even stand steadily.

"Charge in with me! We can't let them form a formation!"

The pressure on Marsal was relieved instantly. Without even having time to catch his breath, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted orders without hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind appeared under his feet, and he shot out like a black arrow.

The Gray Whale was a ruthless man who didn't say much. He just snorted, then lowered his head and rushed towards the main hall with big strides like a bull.

The leech had a sinister look in his eyes, with a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth. His fingertips suddenly extended out the bone knife, and without any effort being made, he caught up with Marsal like a shadow.

The main hall of the temple is very spacious. At a glance, it seems to be the size of two basketball courts. The floor is paved with large dark blue slate tiles, and in the middle is a huge statue more than 3 meters high.

This statue is a goddess, completely dark, naked, with a green face and fangs, a third eye on her forehead, four arms, holding a sword, a fork, a snake and a skull necklace, and blood dripping from her tongue, looking extremely hideous.

No one knows what material the statue is made of, it looks like gold and lifelike.

Especially the strange third eye, which looks like a real person, sinister, sharp, and vicious, making people shudder just by looking at it.

This is Kali, the darkest and most tyrannical black earth goddess among the Indian gods.

At this time, in the main hall, the lamas of the Kali religion were hurriedly gathering in formation.

Among them, the yellow-robed lamas who were responsible for the military force were the largest in number, more than a hundred of them, and they were mostly gathered in the front and on the left and right sides of the team. They were obviously professional cannon fodder.

Most of the red-robed lamas were gathered in the center, while at the end of the team, in front of the statue of Kali, stood three purple-robed lamas.

They were all old men in their twilight years. At this moment, the lama in the middle was shouting something, apparently directing the formation.

The first one to rush into the hall was the Leech, who arrived later than others. In terms of instantaneous burst of speed, he was faster than Marsal.

The leech's posture was very strange, with his arms raised high as if in surrender, with the bone knives extending straight out from his fingers. However, after stepping over the threshold, he suddenly exerted force with his feet.

"call out!"

The next moment, the leech suddenly flew up, its body spinning rapidly in the air like a top, and shot fiercely towards the queue of lamas.

  A few meters behind him, Marsal also stretched out his hand and released several whirlwinds. Suddenly, the leeches increased in speed and pierced into the crowd like sharp arrows!

"Ah~"

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, the sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh, and the wails of death filled the entire hall.

More than a dozen yellow-robed lamas in the front row fell down in an instant, and a large bloody gap was cut into the formation.

The leech, whose kinetic energy was exhausted and should have fallen to the ground and been surrounded, turned around nimbly and flew back quickly in a strange way that violated common sense of physics!

This is one of his special skills, the swallow-glide.

The leech turned back, but a huge figure as big as a hill rushed towards the crowd, passed by him, and then crashed into the gap he had torn open like a locomotive. It was a gray whale.

"boom!"

Countless yellow-robed lamas were knocked into the air by him, spitting blood and flying like rag dolls. If they were touched, the lightest injury would be broken bones and tendons.

Under his terrifying brute force, the Lama's formation, which had not yet been completed, was instantly broken through.

Gray Whale is a gifted guy. He is a rare dual-system ability user. Not only does he have strength, he can also petrify his skin. He can withstand pistol and submachine gun bullets. He is a weakened version of steel bones.

After breaking through the formation, the gray whale continued to rush forward, intending to directly hit the red-robed Lama blocking the front, but at this moment.

"Ang me Badu Xide!"

The three elderly purple-robed lamas suddenly spoke. Almost at the same time, they formed a set of strange hand seals and uttered a set of very strange syllables in unison.

This should be a unique combined attack technique. The three old lamas speak at the same time, each of them says two different syllables, harmonizing with each other, covering each other, and influencing each other.

The sound they made was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise at the scene and clearly penetrated everyone's ears, like the sound of a huge bell.

"puff!"

The gray whale's forward momentum suddenly stopped and a mouthful of blood spurted out of its mouth.

"Wind Demon, you are fucking cheating me!" The gray whale roared without even turning his head.

But Marsal wasn't feeling well either. His face was as red as blood, and even his eyeballs were a little red. It was obvious that he was having a hard time holding on.

He didn't bother to explain now, and turned to Luo Li behind him and yelled:

"Lori, destroy that statue quickly!"

"Fake!"

Luo Li had just caught her breath, but when she heard this, she suddenly became furious.

However, she also knew that the situation was critical and not the time to argue, so she quickly raised her hand towards the statue.

"Om~"

At this moment, the Kali statue suddenly vibrated and made an extremely piercing buzzing sound.