Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"You've been chanting Jesus' name for thousands of years, why can't you learn from him? He called himself the King of Kings, so it was only natural that he bore the sins of all mankind and died. Why can't you bear the sins of the British? You're not learning anything good!"

He's a madman, a complete and utter madman!

Queen Elizabeth's face turned pale. He had absolutely no intention of negotiating with them. His words and actions were not those of a normal person at all!

At this moment, a large crowd has gathered at the foot of Big Ben.

Black police cars and mounted police had completely blocked Whitehall Street, and further away, civilians who had heard the news had come to watch the spectacle.

"My Lord! This madman has really kidnapped Her Majesty the Queen!"

Sir Marie Clouse, the Metropolitan Ombudsman who rushed from Scotland Yard, confirmed through binoculars that the kidnappers had abducted his own Queen and Prince. His face immediately turned green, and he promptly began shifting blame.

"What are the Royal Guards doing?! How could they allow Her Majesty the Queen to be kidnapped?"

"Director, it seems from Buckingham Palace that the Royal Guard members who were protecting the Queen have all died in the line of duty."

The deputy director beside him looked grim.

"Our Royal and Special Security Service (RaSP) didn't suffer many casualties. According to their eyewitness accounts, the killer initially sneaked in and bypassed the area, but after passing through the Royal Gardens, he jumped out cursing and simply charged in through the main gate."

"So you're saying that madman is actually Superman? Or is he some kind of fucking Robin Hood?!" Sir Marley Crowe roared.

The deputy director remained silent, but no matter what, the fact remained that the Queen had been kidnapped!

Sir Marley Crowe took a deep breath. This was going to be a national—no, a global event!

Although Britain has declined since World War II, its former glory remains. Even though it has not been completely dismantled by the United States and the Soviet Union, Britain is still the world's third-largest economy.

Then, in the world's third strongest nation, right on its own soil, under the protection of its own country and its own army, the queen and prince were kidnapped by a kidnapper!

This incident will not only make their British Empire a laughing stock in the world, but it will also surely stir up a huge political storm!

If not handled properly, it could even lead to war!

After all, the death of Archduke Ferdinand was enough to ignite World War I. It's hard to say what the death of a queen could do to the world.

"Fuck! What should we do now? The kidnapper is so high up, and Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince are there too. There's no way to rescue them!"

"Perhaps we should send someone to negotiate first," the deputy director said cautiously.

Marley Crowe pondered for a moment, then with a sweeping gesture, he removed his own Royal Medal and affixed it to the bewildered deputy director.

"Very well! In that case, I hereby appoint you as the commander-in-chief of this operation to rescue Her Majesty the Queen!"

Seeing his boss suddenly shift the blame, the deputy director's face turned green. He vehemently retorted and declined, but then the other side started talking in official jargon.

Thus, an abstract scene unfolded: during the most precious half hour of the Queen and Prince's abduction, instead of launching a rescue operation, the British authorities began to shirk responsibility and pass the buck.

Tsurugae watched the live version of "Yes, Prime Minister" for a long time, laughing from ear to ear.

But after laughing, he also felt that it had dragged on long enough.

So he switched back to the Demon Noble character card, activated the power link, and after paying enough power, switched back to his Saint character card.

In an instant, he hijacked all the radio channels in the UK, as shown on television screens.

His appearance was then revealed to the entire British public.

"Good morning, everyone—oh wait, good evening! I am yours—you don't know me, that's alright, but I think you must know them!"

With that, he waved his hand, and the scene shifted to a queen and prince weeping in the freezing wind of minus three degrees Celsius.

Having transmigrated, the only option is to kill, kill, kill! : 79. Midnight: England is a country that enjoys killing saints...

Tsurugi became famous instantly.

Whether in the real world or the outer world, his fame in this world is absolutely off the charts right now. If given the chance in the future, he might even become a top-ranking thief and robber, surpassing Ram and recorded as the greatest criminal in human history.

"Look at the TV, darling, is that really Her Majesty the Queen?!"

“I have a newspaper here—it really looks like Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles!”

"What on earth happened? What TV station is this program from?!"

"Her Majesty the Queen has really been kidnapped!!!"

In an instant, the entire nation of Britain was in an uproar, and soon people of all ages flocked to watch the spectacle on various live streams. Whether they were respectable middle-aged men, aristocratic capitalists, or homeless people starving after their deaths, everyone immediately dropped what they were doing to watch.

After all, for a country that can be described as the birthplace of modern paparazzi, there is no reason not to eat such a shocking juicy story.

"Haha, I think you've all met the Queen and the Prince, haven't you?"

Tsurugi turned the camera to himself and smiled happily.

"That's right, as you can see, I kidnapped them!!!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the country. Some were excited, some exclaimed in shock, some cursed, and some cheered, but the majority were undoubtedly angry at him as a criminal and prayed for the Queen's safety.

That's quite normal, after all, Britain has just risen from the ruins of war at this time of year, and its economy and other aspects are indeed thriving. The public's tolerance and support for the royal family are very high.

“I know you may be cursing me, you may think that my kidnapping of your noble queen is an insult to you—but I fucking don’t care!”

Dongjiang vented his emotions recklessly to the entire nation.

"After all, I'm here to vent my anger. Who told your stupid ace agent to dare attack me? Subordinates' negligence is the boss's problem, so I'll just capture your queen, hahahahahaha!"

He pointed to the clock beneath him and laughed wildly. The ever-advancing minute hand was gradually approaching the Queen and Prince's footing. In about thirty minutes, they would be swept off their feet by the minute hand.

"If no one can come up with a satisfactory solution within thirty minutes, your Queen and Prince will have to perform a 100-meter parachute descent!!!"

"Kingsman—was this the trouble they caused?!"

The Downing Street officials and police officers who had been arguing downstairs immediately tensed up, then, with faces full of glee (scratch that), angrily ordered the people from that department to get over here.

But when they inquired further, they discovered that their country did not have a secret service with that name.

In the end, after much back and forth, even reaching the dying Churchill, they learned that this was an ancient, secret, special department established extremely long ago, serving the purpose of national security.

National security? Rah! Even the Queen has been arrested! Is this how you protect national security?!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the members of the Kingsman agents hurriedly found Lancelot and his group, discovering that two of them had been burned to mummies, and only Galahad was barely alive.

"What the hell have you all done?!"

The head of the Kingsman agents—whose codename was rightfully 'Arthur'—grabbed Galahad and angrily questioned him.

Galahad was on his deathbed, but he still managed to tell everything he knew. After listening, Arthur's face turned red, and he threw Galahad to the ground, roaring...

"Idiots! Idiots! Do you fucking know what you're doing?!"

As the leader of the elite agents, Arthur knows far too much about what lies beneath the surface of this world—angels, demons, exorcists, and countless other things!

He could understand Galahad's thoughts. As the most powerful collective that dominates the people, the government would subconsciously want to control all forms of violence that are incomprehensible. In his youth, he had also ambitiously fantasized about such things.

But the problem is that some world governments are not governments because they control the greatest violence, but simply because they are unwilling to use real violence, and because of their own constraints, they do not interfere with their ideas!

That's how the mystical side of this world is. They're not particularly violent; in fact, the police could easily wipe out all this mystical stuff. But the problem is what these things represent.

If the emperor wasn't afraid of Taoist priests, how could he not be afraid of the Heavenly Court?

It's not that no one has tried to utilize such power; the last person to do so was Hitler, and the result was that he was driven insane by the things that were created after 1943.

Demons, angels, or other such things are all products beyond the comprehension of mortals and science. Both the East and the West possess their own mystical phenomena that defy understanding, and governments worldwide have tacitly chosen to ignore them.

Knowing too much isn't a good thing, so ignoring these things is the best approach. These people have their own rules, and ordinary people should live their own lives. If you don't interfere with these things, they probably won't interfere with you either.

Arthur's face darkened; he was now 100% certain that the Easterner who had kidnapped the Queen was a member of the mystical side.

This matter has escalated to such a great extent that it's impossible to handle it secretly any longer. The government cannot afford to be so weak; it can compromise with the secret society, but it must never bow down!

It's time to show the true power of the British Empire!

The only solution now is to let heroes deal with heroes, and good men deal with good men!

Call Midnight!

Arthur sped all the way to the midnight bar, but despite it being open for business at night, it was completely deserted, not a single person was left.

Oh wait, there's still one gatekeeper left. He immediately went to greet Arthur when he saw him coming.

"Midnight Dad already knows what happened."

Facing the head of this British secret service, the doorman spoke in a completely impolite voice.

"He asked me to pass on a message to you—you have to clean up the mess you made yourself."

Arthur, who had just mentally prepared himself to condescend to negotiate with this mysterious old man Ni, almost choked on his own breath and passed out.

"That damn Ni Ge!" Arthur angrily slammed his walking stick against the floor.

"I'm going to shut down his run-down bar, I'm going to—"

"You've offended a saint. Does England have a tradition of slaying saints?"

The thug guarding the gate spoke in a strange, midnight voice.

Midnight had only left not long ago. After hearing the news on the radio, he immediately realized something and guessed that these arrogant Ansar whites had probably done something to offend this Eastern saint, so he decisively left.

Although this goes against his identity and function as a middleman, and it is even estimated that he will have a hard time returning to the UK in the future, who the hell cares!

You gave Midnight the choice between offending God or offending the Queen, and Midnight was able to insult the Queen for seven days and seven nights straight using a different dialect each time!

Damn it, are these British guys just cursed? They seem to have a knack for targeting real saints and gods!

You can claim the persecution of Joan of Arc was a matter of political stance, or that ignorance is no excuse. But you dare to persecute a truly holy and unique figure, a saint who has only appeared in modern society once in almost a thousand years, just by walking down the street!

Yes, Midnight must admit that this saint was unlike any other saint before him; he was as mad as a devil.

But so what? Aren't Heaven and Hell both departments of God? Angels and demons are at most business rivals in a company, not true mortal enemies. As long as someone is a saint recognized by God, then whatever they do is right!

As long as God does not take away the miracles and gifts from him, he will be the closest person to God's spokesperson in the world, representing God's will better than the Pope in Rome!

I think England is doomed!

"A saint? What do you mean?" Arthur's expression changed.

"The one who kidnapped your queen is the most orthodox Catholic saint," Midnight mocked.

"In comparison, he is on the same level as Noah, Abraham, and Moses. He was directly granted the power of miracles and expediency by God."

"Hey, I'd say he's more favored than any of the saints in the Bible! You know what those mixed-race angels in my bar say about him?"

"The last time I saw the Lord show such favor to a human being was back in the Garden of Eden!"

With each word he spoke at midnight, Arthur's face grew paler, but seemingly unwilling to admit defeat, or perhaps trying to comfort himself, he gritted his teeth and said...