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Chapter 538 Assassination and Old Friends (4k+)

"Boss, you said that we had a fight with the Special Incident Investigation Department a few days ago, why did the Pope suddenly withdraw his troops and stop fighting?

I think that short girl is pretty. If the Pope and the high-ranking priests are not interested, I can interrogate her on their behalf."

"You know nothing!"

Hearing the subordinates talking more and more outrageously, the captain slapped him on the back of the head and continued to lecture him with a crooked mouth:

"The Saint's sect didn't see it! The other party came with ill intentions, and we were caught off guard. Wait for the Pope to complete the transaction with the islanders.

Don’t even think about escaping from those people!”

Inside the warship of the Church of Wisdom, two believers were sitting at the door of the second-floor main door. One of them had a long brass sword on his legs with a gear-shaped mechanical device on the handle, and the other was holding a long-handled musket.

"Hey, didn't we take down so many exploration ships before? And the Pope hasn't made any move from the beginning to the end!"

The subordinate who was beaten still refused to change his ways. He forced a flattering smile on his face and whispered.

“I’m not afraid of them, but I heard from Father Sita a few days ago that the main purpose of going out to sea is to find the treasure left to us by the God of Wisdom.

When the time comes and we are blessed with the light of wisdom, won’t we be able to enjoy all the worldly wealth we want?"

The captain scratched the back of his head and said disdainfully.

"What exactly is the treasure left by the God of Wisdom? Didn't Father Sita tell you?"

"This one……"

The team leader rolled his eyes and slapped his subordinate next to him:

"Do you think you can get this kind of information? Just stand guard honestly... Do you smell a special odor..."

Just at this moment, the battleship shook violently several times, causing the lights above to flicker.

The two guards sitting at the door continued to sit with their legs crossed, unmoved. It seemed that similar situations had frequently occurred on the ship recently.

"Your Excellency the Pope must be very hard-working... He has to pray for his deceased companions at such a late hour."

The subordinate sniffed. In the battles of the past few days, many believers died at the hands of the Holy Maiden Sect. According to the tradition of the Church of Wisdom, the bodies of the dead must be blessed in the flames, and after bathing, their souls can return to the glory of the true God of Wisdom.

This ceremony is very complicated and is performed by the Pope himself. The vibration is caused by the ceremony.

“Perhaps the Pope is trying to figure out the names of the gods. You’ve seen that before, right? The densely packed list of things in front of you is simply not something an ordinary person can accomplish.

The people on this island are all idiots. It took them so long to do this... Huh?"

The two were chatting happily when they suddenly heard a strange rustling sound coming from the corner of the corridor. They hurriedly opened their mouths to blow the whistles hanging around their necks!
Blow the whistle immediately if there is any movement around. This is what Father Sita specifically told me before. Don't go over with an oil lamp and ask stupidly: "Who is there? Is there anyone?"

But what the two didn't expect was that while they were chatting, a pool of black mucus had spread to their feet.

As soon as they opened their mouths to whistle, black mucus suddenly rushed upwards and squeezed into their stomachs along their throats.

The smelly and sticky liquid quickly filled the throats of the two men. The same happened to their nostrils and ears. Gradually, the bloody faces of the two gatekeepers turned pale, and their hands drooped, with their weapons about to fall to the ground.

Haverson was quick-witted and quick-handed. He rushed out from the first-floor stairs and caught the long knife and rifle.

"Master's wife, it's okay!"

The fat man Shani asked in a low voice on the stairs, and Millie Tang nodded slightly and continued to walk towards the cabin on the next level.

Marquette had already found out in advance what the structure of the ships of the Church of Wisdom were.

The situation of the elite guards and maids on the island is slightly different. They are on a rotation system, and their job is to patrol everything on the island, naturally including the two foreign fleets docked at the north port.

Marquette is not good at special things, but he is definitely an expert in socializing. When Milly Tang told him about her assassination plan, Marquette was opposed to it at first, but he was ultimately no match for Milly Tang, and finally had no choice but to help.

During these few days, Marquette became familiar with several guards and through their fragmentary words, he roughly pieced together the basic structure of the Wisdom Cult's ship.

The bottom floor of the ship was inhabited by sailors and boatmen, who were originally followers of the Church of Wisdom. After the plan to explore the Lost Sea came out, the high-ranking priests recruited them on board the ship.

The second floor is inhabited by baptized members of the Church of Wisdom. These people are the backbone of the battle and are fanatical in their faith in the church.

The third floor is home to the few remaining high-ranking priests and stores the most valuable steam machinery.

The top floor is the Pope’s residence and the temporary Chapel of Wisdom, which ordinary believers cannot access.

Each floor is guarded by a dedicated person day and night.

So far, the infiltration mission has been going smoothly. Millie Tang and others reached the stairs leading to the third floor without any effort.

"Millie Tang, should we wait until the mass on the top floor is over before we continue up?"

Lin Brown suggested in a low voice that since it was an assassination, it would be best to wait until the other party was asleep before taking action, so that there would be no risk of error.

"No, someone will come to take over the shift after a while, and we can't wait that long."

Millie Tang looked up at the ceiling. At this moment, the hull began to tremble slightly again, and dust fell through the gaps in the wooden boards.

What on earth is the Pope of the Wisdom Religion doing...

……

At this moment, in the great chapel on the top floor of the Wisdom Cult's ship, the Pope and Bastoli were throwing mechanical prosthetic limbs into the huge metal cauldron in the center of the room.

These metal prostheses were still covered in dark brown dried blood. They did not lie to the believers. The burial ceremony did need to be performed by the Pope himself, but what was buried was not the pile of tattered flesh and blood, but the metal limbs that were fused with their flesh and blood.

The specific material of the huge light golden metal cauldron could not be seen, but the strange thing was that there was obviously no heating device under the cauldron. Once the metal prosthesis was thrown into the cauldron, it seemed to be melted by the heat and instantly turned into dark red molten iron.

Bastoli put his hand directly into the molten iron to stir it.

There was no trace of pain on his face, but instead a morbid smile of pleasure.

The chapel was filled with countless strange mechanical devices, and even the high-ranking priests in the sect could not figure out their specific purposes.

As Bastoli stirred, the firing pins and gears of the surrounding machinery began to twist, and the vibration spread along the wooden boards around the chapel to the entire hull.

"Ph'nglui mgfw'nafh Cthugha Fomalhaut n'gha-ghaa naf'l thagn! Ia! Cthugha!"

The Pope stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the red vortex in the metal cauldron, whispering continuously.

He has offered a noble sacrifice to the gods, and the machine walks with faith and fire poured with blood.

Flames suddenly rose from the giant metal cauldron! These flames were filled with rage, but also with wisdom and rationality. The surging flames eventually formed a brilliant star map above the giant cauldron.

On the star map, every star was so brilliant and shining, and Bastoli, who was standing on the edge of the giant cauldron, had completely lost his human body. He was integrated with the flame. "The great living flame, the eternal burner, the sourceless source. The stone tablet records the passage to every plane dimension.

When the name of the god reappears in the world and is blasphemed, Fomalhaut's future will be..."

As the Pope chanted, the entire space on the top floor was distorted. The original metal lines of the mechanical devices hanging on the wall curled toward the cauldron, as if there was a vortex that was driving the space to collapse inward.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a glass window in the chapel shattered and a spherical object flew in.

The ceremony was suddenly interrupted, and the flaming star map rising from the giant cauldron disappeared without a trace. The flying sparks quickly gathered in Bastoli's body like fireflies.

In a few seconds, he returned to his human form, but was standing there naked.

The Pope and Bastoli had not yet recovered from the pious atmosphere. They only saw the round object rolling twice at their feet and finally hitting the chair and no longer moving.

It was a head, or to be more precise, a familiar head, old and shriveled, its eyes replaced by two brass gears, and the expression on its face was still frozen in the fear and anger before death.

Father Sita!

"boom!"

A more violent explosion sounded from under the feet; something went wrong with the steam machinery on the third floor!

"Bastoli, we have guests coming, let's entertain them."

The Pope remained unmoved and, as usual, took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the edge of his robe.

Millie Tang and Lin Brown were guarding outside the chapel door. In fact, the assassination operation had been going quite smoothly so far. The high-ranking priests on the third floor had never expected that someone would suddenly sneak in, and Sita was shot through the bed by Haversson.

The ideal plan was for a few people to sneak into the chapel on the top floor and do the same thing, catching the Pope off guard.

But the light coming through the glass in the chapel and the vibrations coming from the floor told Milly Tang and the others that the Pope's mass had not yet ended, and it was unrealistic to sneak in and assassinate him quietly.

So, Millie Don arranged for Haverson to stay on the third floor to create chaos, while Mr. Shani threw Sita's head into the chapel from the window.

On the one hand, the flames on the third floor would block the reinforcements of the believers, and on the other hand, they would lead the Pope on the fourth floor out of the chapel. Milly Tang had already arranged forbidden spells in front of the gate.

But what Milly Tang didn't expect was that... the Pope and Bastoli didn't move at all. They didn't seem surprised by Sita's death and had no intention of leaving the chapel.

"What should we do now?"

The attempt to lure the snake out of its hole has failed. If time goes on, the reinforcements from the Church of Wisdom will only increase. We must make a decision quickly, Lin Brown asked in a low voice.

"Let Shani make the first move."

Marquette's ancient relic key was in Lin Brown's hand at this time. In this small-scale operation with a short distance, the key could be used to communicate with companions.

Lin Brown nodded and shook the key three times. This was the secret code they had agreed on beforehand.

"Wow!"

There was a loud bang, and Mr. Shani broke the glass and rushed into the chapel.

Religion himself simply sat in his chair, glanced in Shani's direction and said nothing more, while Bastoli walked step by step towards the rude intruder.

Every step he took left a charred footprint on the ground.

Pieces of burning skin fragments also fell and burned. When he walked in front of Shani, Bastoli had completely lost his human appearance.

Only a pair of round black pupils could be seen in the burning flames.

There was nothing more to say at this point. The black asphalt giant was wrestling with the burning fire giant. Although Mr. Shani was timid and fearful, Milly Tang had done sufficient ideological work for him before coming.

In order to avenge my master, I have to fight him today.

The Pope leaned back in his chair and showed no intention of helping, while the door behind him opened quietly.

Lin Brown held the iron hook in one hand and a dagger in the other. His steps were very light, as if he was stepping on cotton, without making any sound. Milly Tang had already cast a forbidden spell on him in advance.

Six steps, five steps, four steps...Lin Brown calculated the distance in his mind.

The Pope is now in a still state, which is good news for him. Lin Brown still can't see moving objects clearly, but since the Pope is sitting there motionless, there is no reason for him to miss.

At the same time, the fight between Bastoli and Mr. Shani in the house also distracted the Pope, which was a good opportunity.

Lin Brown pounced behind the Pope like a cheetah, and the iron hook in one hand fiercely penetrated into the Pope's shoulder, fixing him on the chair, and the dagger in the other hand suddenly swept towards his neck!
"Boom!"

At this moment, Lin Brown felt that he was thrown out by the impact of the explosion! Something suddenly exploded at his feet!
"I knew about it the moment Sita died, but we were serving the gods at the time and didn't have time to deal with it."

The Pope pulled out the hook with great effort, then patted his shoulder. No blood flowed from the wound, but there was a hole in his clothes.

Under his feet were fragments of Sita's head. The explosion just now came from Sita's head.

“I should say that I knew it earlier, Miss Witch. The believers are all baptized, and they will send us a signal before they die.

You should know this.”

The Pope stood up calmly and faced the chapel door. At this time, the battle between Shani and Bastoli had affected the surrounding environment. The flames ignited the wooden boards of the hull and emitted thick smoke.

In the flames, Millie Tang, dressed in black, slowly walked in from outside the door.

"Not only are the fragments of the Virgin Mary's stone tablet lost in the Lost Sea, there is also a small part in Upper Kurt on the southern continent, and that small part of the stone tablet is now in my hands."

Millie Tang said coldly.

The Pope is a very strange existence. Millitang had been paying attention to him during the battles in the past few days, but she could not feel any malice from the Pope from beginning to end.

So today she specially prepared an excuse to anger the Pope. Since the other party stayed obediently on the Hidden Island to calculate the names of gods for the islanders, his target must be the stone tablet of the Virgin Mary.

Sure enough, as soon as Millie Tang finished speaking, she felt the necklace around her neck moving.

In the raging fire, snowflakes slowly fell and a dreamland unfolded.

"Dreamland? It's really a standard witch style, but it won't have much effect on me.

Miss Witch, let me tell you a secret, I was a witch's apprentice a long time ago."

On the ice field, the Pope looked around, shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)