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"Tarascon".

"..."

Paul was no stranger to this city.

This is where Saint Martha died.

Legend has it that when the Holy Son passed through Bethany, he was received by Martha and her sister Maria. The Holy Son resurrected his brother Lazarus, who had been dead for four days. Lazarus emerged from a stone cave with bandages wrapped around his body.

As for what happened next, the three siblings traveled by small boat to Marseille, France, and then along the Rhône River to Tarascon to preach.

Thinking of this, Paul's eyes showed disbelief as he held the wooden box and looked in the direction of Tarascon.

A strip of cloth? Could it be?!

The cabin was quiet for a while.

What do you think?

Giovanni was clearly aware of the origins of the cloth strip and asked about it.

“I want to go down and take a look,” Paul said. “The use of a sacred object is a matter of chance. It’s rare that it has reacted; if we don’t pursue it, we may never have another chance.”

Giovanni was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll stay with you."

“No.” Paul shook his head. “The interior of the ship is more important; it needs someone to keep an eye on it. Two priests with the silver sword will suffice; an hour or two will be enough.”

"One or two hours?"

"That's enough for us to see what's going on." Paul carefully tucked the wooden box into his pocket. "We'll decide what to do next later."

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Paris, French Ministry of Defense.

Defense Secretary Charles, enraged by the endless stream of failure reports, threw them to the ground.

During this time, they have been searching for the legacy of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, after all, Roland's appearance has verified the authenticity of the legacy.

But there was absolutely no progress.

"Why? Our ancestors are the ones, yet Saint Laurent wants to hand over their power to the Church."

The assistant standing to the side couldn't help but complain, "But legend has it that Roland's power was given by angels, so returning it to its rightful owner doesn't seem like a problem."

Charles glared at him sharply: "Shut up."

"Yes, sir."

"Besides that, there's still no news about the Lady of the Lake. Everything is really terrible."

Just then, the liaison officer behind him suddenly received a phone call. Not long after, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned around, placed his hands on the keyboard, and began to type rapidly.

"Minister, please take a look at this."

The view on the screen is set to a town, where dozens of armored, four-legged monsters are roaming wildly in the streets, standing at least two meters tall compared to the houses next to them.

The surrounding citizens fled in panic.

"Where is it located?"

"Talascon in southwestern France."

"In that case, let the Marseille troops set off immediately to carry out a violent crackdown."

"But Tarascon is an ancient city with narrow streets, making it difficult for armored forces to deploy..."

"Then parachute in! Block off the streets and organize an evacuation!"

"Yes!"

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Meanwhile, the city of Tarascon was in complete chaos.

The sirens blared, mingling with the cries of the crowd, echoing through the narrow streets.

The monster came too fast for anyone to react.

"Run! Run north!"

The police stood at the street corner waving their arms.

But the road to the north had been blocked by a second monster. Its huge body blocked the alley entrance, and with a sweep of its tail, it knocked down half of the wall, raising a cloud of dust.

The crowd turned around in a panic.

"The church! To the church!"

Someone shouted.

At the Royal Church of St. Martha in the center of town, the priest stood at the door, waving frantically: "Come in! Come in, all of you! Quickly!"

The crowd surged toward the church like a tidal wave.

"The church...can the church keep those monsters away?"

A young man huddled in the corner, his voice trembling.

"But at least the church should be able to hold them off for a while."

After all, in times of frequent war, churches were often the most sturdy buildings in the area and served as the last bastion for residents to take refuge and resist invaders.

I never imagined it would still be able to serve this purpose.

The priest looked out the window from his high vantage point and saw more and more four-legged monsters approaching.

He couldn't help but draw the sign of the cross.

He saw that the leading four-legged monster was getting closer and closer to the church.

Ten meters, five meters, one meter.

Just as he was praying that he could stop the monster's attack, he suddenly noticed a white light shining from the church doors.

The four-legged monster recoiled as if it had been burned.

"what?!"

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Meanwhile, the Ministry of National Defense also saw this scene on the footage.

The sudden change brought a sense of surprise and delight to Charles, who was still deploying troops.

"I knew France had some extraordinary heritage!"

The assistant, seemingly quick to dampen the enthusiasm, retorted, "But isn't that clearly a church? Even if it's a tradition, it belongs to the church, right?"

"Shut up!"

"Yes, sir."

Chapter 139 The British troublemaker begins to exert his power

Let's go back an hour.

Tarascon, Royal Church of Santa Marta.

Bishop Paul, along with two priests carrying sword cases, looked at the church before them.

Paul paused before entering.

He straightened his collar, faced the direction of the main hall, and respectfully made the sign of the cross on his chest.

This is a routine courtesy.

After doing all this, the group bypassed the main hall, walked along the side corridor, and arrived at a small hall.

The small hall on the side.

This is a common layout in Catholic churches, usually used to venerate a specific saint.

And this small chapel is unsurprisingly Saint Martha's, with large murals on the walls depicting her achievements during her lifetime.

A cross stands in the center of the chapel.

Paul stopped at the doorway, the roll of cloth in his arms growing ever hotter. With each step he took, the change intensified.

Wait, what's this?

Paul's steps involuntarily slowed down.

His gaze fell on the cross in the center of the chapel.

When he got to a certain distance, he noticed that the cross was glowing.

It's like...

“Resonance,” Paul murmured.

He approached them again, but nothing else happened.

He then took a deep breath and nodded to the two priests beside him: "In that case, it seems there's no need to stay here any longer."

After all, they came all this way because they were worried that there might be something wrong with the cloth strip and that they might not be able to find it again if they missed it.

But now it seems most likely that the relics of the two saintly siblings resonated with each other.

The likelihood of repeatable stimulation is extremely high.

In that case, we should send the legacy back to the Papal States as soon as possible, and then investigate it gradually later.

Returning along the side aisle, we were almost at the church entrance.

Suddenly, a wild, beast-like roar came from outside.

This was followed by screams and cries from the crowd.

A large number of people poured in through the doorway, stumbling and rushing into the church.

"Church! Let's go to the church!"

The church staff hurriedly closed the door and bolted it shut.

Before they could react, a huge crash was heard outside.

Rumble

The three were stuck in the crowd, looking completely bewildered.

What's going on here?

Just then, a voice that sounded incredibly familiar to Paul came from the side.

He subconsciously glanced over and saw Wen Ban scratching his head while watching the live stream, saying with a hint of helplessness:

"Brothers, when have I ever lied to you? I really do want to go to X-Lebanon for a soak in the hot springs this time."

"Huh? You're asking me why I went to the hot springs?"

Seeing the question in the live chat, Wenban smugly pulled out a ticket from his pocket:

"This is the grand prize I won by accident in the supermarket receipt promotion last time!"

"Not only did they cover the entrance fees, but they also covered my entire flight from Greece to France! How could I possibly refuse?"

"A conspiracy by Dai Ying? How is that possible? You mean Dai Ying's agents traveled all that way just to deliver tourist tickets to me?!"

"How could it be so boring?"

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Paris, French Ministry of Defense.

The scene shows numerous four-legged beasts roaring and pacing around the church, but none of them dare to take another step closer.

The front paw that had charged forward first was now curled up, looking cautiously ahead.

The clash between the four-legged monster and the church left everyone in the room holding their breath.

To be honest, although they had seen many extraordinary events before, this was the first time they had seen something like this happen on their own land.

Fortunately, the church provided protection this time; otherwise, who knows how many casualties would have occurred.

According to their national tradition, there will probably be another large-scale demonstration.