Here, the Lord said this is a good thing

Chapter 67

How to find Father Anderson and the others in Northenton when they are unfamiliar with the place?

It's very simple, just follow the blood followers searching for Father Anderson and his followers.

Ye He understood very well that even if Father Anderson and the others were not Maxwell's opponents, even if Maxwell used them to eradicate dissidents, as long as these three people did not die for a day, Maxwell would never allow them to stay in Northam. pause.

Whether it is to expel these guys who may "mistake things" from Northenton, or to find their whereabouts, take action himself, and use their corpses to boost his reputation, it is beneficial and harmless to Maxwell, even Something that needs to be done.

Especially now that the prophet has already taken action.

Quickly gathered the old blood disciples, absorbed the individual blood disciples who had lost their leaders and were unwilling to leave Northenton, spread rumors that were unfavorable to Maxwell in the blood disciple circle in Northenton, and even divided Maxwell's subordinates. .

This was the course of action that the Prophet immediately confirmed after receiving Ye He's "investment" yesterday afternoon.

Maxwell's advantage is his personal strength, his rapid control of the Northenton officialdom, and the appeal of the blood disciples circle brought to him by his status as [Lightless One].

But Maxwell's shortcomings are also fatal. He became a blood disciple for too short a time. Counting yesterday, it was only three days, and there was no time to develop a "direct lineage".

Blood disciples are not vampires. No matter how powerful the upper-level blood disciples are, the blood disciples born after infecting ordinary people are still the lowest-priced blood disciples. The upper-level ones can feel the life and death status of the blood disciples they "developed", but they cannot control their own "development". "The blood disciple who came out.

However, when the vampire is still "full", he possesses all the rationality of a human being.

However, blood disciples can devour each other and grow, and their growth efficiency is countless times higher than that of sucking human blood, which has no power from monsters.

Therefore, even high-ranking blood disciples can only slowly cultivate "feelings" with their subordinates through time, or use human methods, that is, "coercion and inducement" to obtain sufficient and usable "loyalty".

That's why Maxwell needs to control Northenton's officialdom. Whether it's money or power, he is extremely short of it.

He needs to eliminate dissidents, make some high-level blood disciples who don't follow him or listen to his words disappear, and make some neutral factions loyal to him.

He also needs to establish substantial "merits" and "prestige" to prove that he is a man worth following.

Maxwell has done a very good job. He is originally a high-ranking person in [Tower of Dreams]. The fact that he can unite so many monsters and do so many "big things" in Cedarville is enough to show that he is also capable of handling subordinates well. people.

But he was really short of time and short of manpower.

As soon as he returned to this world, it was Maxwell's risky move to kill the prophet immediately. When he saw this man for the first time and saw the disappointment and shock in his eyes, he knew that this man He was definitely not the same person, so Maxwell had to deal with the prophet immediately.

But this also resulted in Maxwell, who could have directly taken over the entire [Blood Moon] organization, ended up only gaining control of about one-fifth of [Blood Moon].

That's why he quickly issued a call for blood followers from across the continent to move closer to Northenton. He needed to absorb fresh blood and reorganize his manpower.

At this time, Maxwell was standing in front of the study window of the Mayor of Northenton's house, looking deeply at the city outside the window.

He felt very strange. He had been destroyed and no ashes were left behind, but in just the past two days, he had returned to this world, with more powerful power and a more convenient identity.

And...he can continue to fulfill his "dream".

Once upon a time, Maxwell wanted to initiate a revolution!
He felt that since monsters have more power than ordinary humans and can breed better offspring, why do monsters hide their identities in human society and survive?
He wants to make changes so that monsters can act openly and openly in the world and gain rights commensurate with their power!

He wants the monster user to become a noble!Become the superior!
He knew that in this world where humans were not familiar with monsters, there would be many obstacles to achieving this dream.

church?There are quite a lot of demons and monsters in the church.

Maxwell felt that only the Church of the Burning Sun, which adhered to "human orthodoxy" and wrote it into its creed, would be an obstacle to him.

Then there is the empire, which is nothing more than a group of powerful people who are afraid of the powerful power of monsters. What is ridiculous is that in the Laurent Empire, which noble does not support a few monsters or demons?
The situation in the Federation... is very complicated, but Maxwell believes that if his plan goes well, the Federation will quickly accept him.

In the end, he will be the leader of the "New World", the talker of the entire continental federation, and the "savior" of the monsters!
Maxwell once thought so.

Like the prophet, he also prepared a ritual for [Blood of God], and the core of the ritual was [Ignorant Sight and Sound].

He wants to use this ritual to convey his voice to everyone in the entire continent, tell everyone in one breath the existence of monsters, and tell all monster users his existence and his ambitions in one breath!

This was Maxwell's plan.

Now... different.

It turns out that blood disciples are more powerful existences than monster messengers and demon bearers!

No!Bloodsuckers are the greatest!The most powerful existence!
Blood disciples should be the highest-ranking ones!
Therefore, my "dream" should be to make the vampire the ruler of this world!
Then...then...don't think about it for now, and for now, let the blood disciples become the rulers of this city!
Without Maxwell being aware of it, these thoughts had become deeply ingrained in his mind.

In the past, Maxwell might have been fighting for the interests of the entire group of monster users. If his plan was implemented, he would have been able to gain the support of the monster users, fulfill his dream step by step, and finally achieve what he wanted.

This is the possibility given to him by the [Tower of Dreams] class. Everyone who has a dream can make their dream come true as long as they pursue it with all their strength.

But now Maxwell has become an extremely extreme man. He is full of thoughts about the greatness of blood disciples, but he does not realize at all that blood disciples are completely inhuman creatures and will never be killed by humans. Including monster users and demon bearers, those who accept their rule.

The prophet developed the [Blood Moon] organization to such a large scale that it infiltrated into every aspect of Northenton and even successfully corrupted the church, but the prophet did not dare to bring the blood followers to the surface.

Just like the restaurant that Ye He went to eat at noon yesterday, a restaurant run by all blood disciples, the food sold was not human delicacies?
Unless people all over the world accept that vampires are also a kind of human beings, Maxwell's "dream" will never be realized.

The worst problem, which Maxwell would never even think about, is that blood disciples with physiological needs...do not have the ability to reproduce physiologically.

Whether it's between people of the same race or between humans.

Needless to say, demon carriers and monster messengers are still human in nature. Humans can even breed with monsters to produce offspring...

In the past, Maxwell could still think of this level, and then he had the courage to chase his dreams. But now, Maxwell does not realize how important this is.

But Maxwell is in a good mood now. He looks at the busy Northenton with satisfaction and listens to the dull noise coming from the factory area with satisfaction. In his eyes, this city is comparable to Dawei. You are much more "vibrant".

The hundreds of factories surrounding the residential areas were enough to give Maxwell enough voice throughout the empire.

After all, as long as orders can be completed and delivered on time, those big nobles and big companies don't care whether human workers or blood workers are used in Northenton's factories.

Take your time, let this city become a city of blood warriors, this is the first step towards my dream!
Thinking of this, Maxwell temporarily put down his thoughts. He turned around and looked at the group of humans standing behind him. He smiled at them and asked:

"How about it, have you considered it?"

These humans looked at each other in silence. They were a group of middle-aged people, a group of middle-aged people who held power.

They are the heads of departments at the Northenton Civic Centre, the City Chancellor.

"Sir... is your proposal... true? Can it really allow us to obtain a healthy and immortal body?"

A man with white hair and who looked to be the oldest asked Maxwell.

He was leaning on a cane and looked exhausted just from standing, indicating that his physical condition was worrying.

"Ha ha."

Maxwell laughed and clapped his hands.

The door to the study room was immediately opened from the outside, and a man who was familiar to everyone walked in from the door in high spirits.

This is the mayor of Northenton, Baron Farricon!
"My Lord Mayor."

"grown ups."

These municipal ministers all wanted to salute the Lord Mayor. Baron Farricon immediately reached out to stop them, and then smiled at them and said: "Everyone, what Lord Maxwell said is true. I am very honored to do so." I have become a member of the Saint Clan, please take a look!"

As he spoke, Baron Faricon unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his body. His chest muscles and abdominal muscles were all sharp and angular. He looked healthy and strong. He was by no means a pampered middle-aged mayor. can have.

Then the Lord Mayor stretched out his hand, took the stove cone from the side of the fireplace, broke the iron rod like a piece of straw, then easily twisted them into two iron rings, and handed them to These stunned city ministers.

"I...I am willing to join the Saint Clan!"

"I would too!"

These city ministers were convinced by Baron Faricon's "experience". They didn't know Maxwell, but they knew Baron Faricon very well.

Even this guy who had to take three breaths to take two steps could become so extraordinary after becoming a saint. How could they not accept Maxwell's solicitation?

"very good."

Maxwell smiled with satisfaction.

Darkness emanated from the shadow beneath his feet and quickly overwhelmed these city ministers.

After just a few minutes, the darkness was taken back by Maxwell.

"I-I'm back to health!"

"This power is..."

"Praise Lord Maxwell! Praise the Saints!"

Feeling the surging power in their bodies and enjoying the feeling of regaining their youth and health, these ministers who were ecstatic to become blood disciples couldn't wait to express their loyalty to Maxwell.

"Welcome to the Saint Clan! From now on, we are all a family! Farikong, take these family members to enjoy the "youthful vitality"!"

Maxwell glanced at Faricon, and Baron Faricon immediately stepped forward with a smile and opened the side door of the study for these "energetic" ministers.

In this large and ambiguously decorated room, dozens of beauties with gorgeous looks and cool clothes were all smiling at the ministers.

"Gudong."

Feeling the rejuvenated body, they immediately felt eager to try. These ministers breathed heavily and involuntarily followed the footsteps of Baron Faricon and entered the room.

The closed door blocked out the lingering sound, and Maxwell looked out the window with a satisfied smile.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. Next, starting tonight, there will be dinners for the factory owners invited and held by Baron Faricon for three consecutive days.

Once he transforms all these powerful people into blood disciples and uses wealth, sex, and power to gain their allegiance, this city will not be far away from becoming a city of blood disciples.

The only remaining obstacle...well...should be those three little white flies, right?

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door of the study, and Maxwell had already heard the footsteps of high heels approaching the study.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Baron Faricon's secretary, Winnie, walked in from the outside.

The mayor's secretary with a calm expression glanced at Maxwell's back, his eyes trembled slightly for a moment, and then he said to Maxwell in a normal tone:

"Lord Maxwell, there are a few things I need to report and ask for your permission."

Maxwell frowned slightly when he heard Winnie say the word "ask for instructions". This capable mayor's secretary would definitely not trouble him with municipal "official affairs", so she was needed. The matter that came to ask for his instructions must be the "private matter" related to the development of blood disciples that he had explained before.

"Go ahead."

"Yes. Theodore, who was searching for [Holy Cross] priests in the factory area, sent back a message. Half of his men were killed, but the whereabouts of these priests have been roughly determined. He asked us to provide some support manpower."

Maxwell did not look back and said directly: "Let Charles take people over and tell them that they must determine the location of these flies for me before evening."

After saying that, Maxwell sighed silently. The "manpower" he tried every means to increase could not keep up with the consumption of these guys who were not trying their best.

But he has already used the hands of these priests to get rid of a Frey. If he continues to kill these old cadres of [Blood Moon], it will easily lead to alienation.

The [Blood Singer], who has different class abilities from the [Lightless One], has no consciousness and cannot leave Maxwell's side. Although he is powerful, he can only provide Maxwell with force. There are many things. Maxwell still had to rely on cadres like Winnie.

"Yes. Next, the work of the individual blood disciples who brought together the blood disciple organization encountered many problems.

A considerable number of blood disciples have lost their traces. It is unknown whether they were eliminated or left Northendon. Also, among some of the individual blood disciples, there have been some unfavorable rumors about you, which makes them reluctant to join us for the time being. . "

"rumor?"

Maxwell frowned and turned around, looking at Winnie who looked as usual.

"Yes, these rumors include: you want to gather all the blood followers to devour them/you used the hands of the priests to kill their leader and Floy...etc."

Winnie briefly reported the rumors, and then kept looking into Maxwell's eyes, as if she had also been affected by the rumors, and felt like she didn't trust Maxwell anymore.

"Heh, heh heh."

Maxwell immediately laughed, his laughter was very painful.

Ignoring some of the facts, he wholeheartedly fought for the rights of the entire vampire race!How could these blood disciples misunderstand him so much!
The grief only lasted for a short period of time, and Maxwell soon thought that someone was spreading these rumors to prevent him from gathering these blood followers.

But after thinking about it, Maxwell couldn't figure out who these rumors were.

He didn't know that the prophet was not dead, nor did he know that Ye He had arrived. He also thought that Floy was completely dead, and there was no "survivor" left at the Crocker Hotel last night.

After all, Father Anderson and the others provided a very simple and direct destination for the disappeared corpses of blood disciples: to be purified by them.

Maxwell watched Floy being purified before his eyes.

The serious information gap prevented Maxwell from realizing what the problem was, and in the end he could only blame Father Anderson and others.

Humph, I never thought that these flies, who are so extreme towards blood disciples, would also resort to such despicable means as spreading rumors!
Once I catch their traces, I must turn them into blood disciples and see if they can purify themselves!

But the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize one's "basic market."

So Maxwell smiled at Winnie, shook his head, and said, "I will use time and actions to prove that these rumors are false."

Winnie didn't say anything about Maxwell's statement, but just expressed some appropriate "wait and see" meaning, and then she continued to ask Maxwell for instructions:

"Sir, do we continue to recruit these scattered blood disciples?"

"……want."

Maxwell gritted his teeth. If he didn't recruit them, he couldn't do it. If he didn't control these blood disciples, trouble would happen sooner or later.

"But it will increase our... costs."

Winnie tactfully reminded Maxwell that the Northenton Municipal Council is not as rich as you think. But at the moment when rumors are spreading, in addition to spending more financial resources to suppress the distrust of the blood followers, There is no other way.

"It doesn't matter. After tonight's banquet, those factory owners will surely donate some money generously to support our cause." Maxwell understood what Winnie meant, and he also had corresponding countermeasures.

If you want to make these blood disciples obedient, you will definitely not be able to do it without paying enough money. Unlike the monster envoys of [Tower of Dreams], the blood disciples are influenced by the organization's creed and are willing to support Maxwell for free.

But just as he planned, as long as he converted those wealthy factory owners into blood followers, Maxwell was confident that he could pry many "donations" from their pockets.

"Okay. I will do what you want."

"Well, back off."

Looking at Winnie's leaving figure, Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he still has "competent" cadres like Winnie on hand. If conditions permit, he can help Winnie. Get more benefits.

He will not treat these capable men badly.

As for those guys like Baron Farricon who only care about profit... Hey, when you have finished using them, just throw them to work in the factory. Didn't they gain a healthy body?Just right!

After leaving the mayor's house, Winnie immediately got into her carriage and prepared to go to the Civic Center.

However, after getting on the carriage, Winnie immediately leaned into the carriage and stood at the small window to communicate with the coachman. She ignored every word and deed of Maxwell and acted as a coachman. Natasha from the carriage reported.

The prophet attached to the core of Natasha's blood disciple also heard Winnie's report clearly.

He couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

[Lightless One] So what, Northenton is the city that his prophet has cultivated for so long.

Coupled with the support of people, money, and power from a certain priest, he has begun to target Maxwell, step by step to remove this ignorant guy, and quickly regain the power that belongs to him!

However, this is just a shaky power. Unless Maxwell dies, the prophet will never be able to appear in front of him, and he will never be able to completely regain control of the city.

The prophet still needs the force of some priest.

Considering the priest's attitude, the prophet felt that his future was still "bright".

Well... just forgive him for his "transgression" of climbing through the window and climbing into the Goddess's room late at night. It's not bad for the Goddess to have such a spouse.

"Do as he says."

The prophet's voice reached Natasha's ears, and Natasha faithfully conveyed these words to Winnie.

"Ok."

Winnie replied, then leaned helplessly and weakly in the carriage.

I shouldn't have been "greedy for beauty", and as a result, I ended up in the current state of a double agent. I couldn't help myself, and I had to listen to the words of the [Blood Shepherd].

but……

Winnie also had her own considerations, and fortunately she became a double agent, so she could understand that such a big change had happened in the [Blood Moon] organization.

To be honest, Winnie didn't agree with Maxwell's "dream" at all.

To be able to achieve the position of the mayor's secretary, Winnie didn't just rely on Mei's skills, she also had real talents.

Therefore, she understood very well that blood disciples were not existences that could be accepted by humans, let alone become superiors who ruled humans.

The relationship between the food chain and reproductive isolation are scientific and objective factors that Maxwell should not ignore.

In fact, she is similar to Floy. She is also a blood disciple who agrees with the prophet's hidden identity course of action. Moreover, she is already very satisfied with her previous life status.

Now that there is an ignorant and extreme "Lightless One" like Maxwell, the entire blood followers in Northenton are thrown into chaos, and Winnie cannot stay out of it.

Let's take it one step at a time... Sigh.

Winnie sighed, and suddenly, she recalled the handsome oriental man again.

Tsk, it’s a pity that I didn’t get to “kiss one person”, I always feel like I’m at a loss.

At the same time, in a corner of the Northenton residential area, there was a bar that was only open at night.

Floy withdrew his blood tentacles and allowed the corpses of several mummified blood disciples to disintegrate into ashes and finally disappear completely.

These blood disciples are the type who blindly follow power, that is, Maxwell's loyal fans. As long as Maxwell opens his mouth to attract people, they will definitely join Maxwell's army.

The mission given to her by the prophet is to eliminate this type of blood disciples as much as possible. She can take the opportunity to quickly regain her strength.

"You're not dead after all! Floy, what happened?"

A blood shadow floated in from the skylight that was only half a foot wide. Not far from Floy, it regained its human form.

This is a man who is looking at Floy with a shocked face. He is also a [Blood Chanter], and like Floy, he is also a cadre of the [Blood Moon] organization.

His name is Charles, and he is the bloodslinger that Maxwell was going to ask Winnie to order to support the hunt for Father Anderson and others.

"Charles, the prophet is not dead, but I am completely dead."

Floy followed the prophet's instructions and broke a bombshell to Charles.

While Charles was in shock, Floy continued: "That man, Maxwell, clearly came to Crocker Hotel last night, but watched me being wiped out. If I hadn't left a part of my source Blood, someone helped me recover, and I was dead.”

Speaking of this, Floy thought of Ye He's face, and her eyes couldn't help flashing a little tenderness and gratitude.

However, she quickly restrained her warmth and continued to say sternly to Charles:
"Obviously, Maxwell used the hands of the vampire killer to kill me and Crocker's vampires.

He is a lunatic. He turns out to be a [Dream Chaser]. This kind of dreamer's plan will not consider feasibility. You have to follow him into the abyss. After being used by him, you will end up like me. What will happen? "

"This……"

There was obvious hesitation on Charles's face. Unlike Winnie and Floy, he belonged to the type of cadre who was moved by Maxwell's "dream", so he would obey Maxwell's orders. .

But Floyd's "blood evidence" was in front of him, and the prophet was not dead. These people he also trusted told him that Maxwell's "dream" was false, and he couldn't help but start thinking.

"You...think about it yourself. The sixth secret contact method can be used to contact the prophet."

Floy also knew that she would not be able to instigate Charles for a while, so she simply pointed out a way for Charles to contact the prophet and let the prophet instigate him.

She turned into a blood shadow and left the tavern through the skylight through which Charles entered, leaving the silent Charles here.

After passing through several narrow alleys, Floy soon arrived at his next destination, a small apartment filled with many vampires.

After continuing to "digest" this group of blood disciples, Floy took a deep breath. Most of her strength had been restored. At this rate, she would be able to return to her full strength this afternoon.

A steady sound of footsteps sounded from a distance and came to the door of the apartment where she was.

Floy, who was standing in the apartment, frowned slightly. She "digested" too quickly just now and didn't count all the blood disciples here. Could there be any fish that slipped through the net?

But it doesn't matter, these Sanren blood disciples don't even have level 4, so they don't pose a threat to her.

But an increasingly familiar voice sounded outside the door, which made Floy couldn't help but be stunned.

"Can you please open the door for me? My dear Miss Floy."

This is Ye He's voice!
When his body involuntarily walked over and opened the door, Floy realized that he actually valued this priest so much.

Ye He smiled at Floy who opened the door, then hugged her gently and walked into the apartment.

He followed Charles to the nearby area, but after discovering Floy, he felt it was time to see how the "internal agent" was recovering, so he came to Floy's side.

Floy also found that he had no resistance to this priest at all.

During the short half-day apart, she had clearly remembered again why she had fallen into the problem of Ye He both physically and mentally in just one night.

She has clearly decided that when they meet next time, she will keep a little distance from Ye He, at least to find out why Ye He asked her to hide this close relationship from the prophet.

But after a hug and a gentle kiss, Floy would obediently answer whatever Ye He asked.

What problems and reasons were all forgotten by Floy when he looked at Ye He's handsome face, felt Ye He's gentle breath, and felt Ye He's warm embrace.

This priest is so damn sweet!
It wasn't until Ye He got the information he wanted and separated from Floyd again that Floyd slowly regained some sense.

But with such a little bit of rationality, Floyd was no longer allowed to question his relationship and feelings with Ye He again.

The prophet probably never imagined that the spy planted by Ye He around him was not the human [Blood Shepherd] Quinn, but Floy, his old subordinate and a veteran cadre of [Blood Moon].

Still using this incomprehensible way of playing with emotions!
Ye He left the apartment and walked in the alley, his eyes slightly unfocused.

He was thinking and analyzing something.

It seems that the help I provided to the prophet was a bit too much.

He asked the prophet to sideline Maxwell too early, and then justifiably allowed himself to attack Maxwell. He gathered many blood disciples and formed a too powerful camp...

This result makes Ye He very dissatisfied now.

Now Ye He wants to faithfully complete the commission of a certain incompetent goddess.

Except for individual blood disciples like Floyd who are easy to control, the others... Ye He does not intend to let them survive!
So, should I provide a little help to Maxwell?
Ye He, who was deep in thought, suddenly noticed a sad-looking man on the opposite side of the alley, walking slowly toward him with heavy steps.

This is Charles.

He still couldn't think about what he was going to do. Whether it was betraying Maxwell or betraying the prophet again, he was a little reluctant to do it.

The tangled [Blood Singer] didn't even notice Ye He, who was standing in front of him and gave him a playful smile.

He walked directly past Ye He and continued to move forward with heavy steps.

The "click" sound of bullets being loaded still failed to attract his attention.

Until a moment of inspiration that boiled to the extreme, followed by infinite darkness, overwhelmed his consciousness.

"Well, the consecrated explosive bombs can indeed be shot one at a time."

Ye He withdrew the Thunderous Gun with satisfaction. Although it cost two thousand divine power points to consecrate one explosive bomb, the effect was gratifying. With one shot, Charles was exploded into blood mist in 0.1 seconds and was consecrated. The explosive flames of the explosive bomb will be burned away within the next 0.1 seconds.

Charles can be regarded as the easiest level 5 existence that Ye He has ever dealt with.

Ten thousand divine power points were quickly credited to the account. The vampire was regarded as a monster by the goddess, and the divine power points would still be settled to him.

Compared with the divine power points gained from killing vampires, the tens of thousands of divine power points entrusted by the goddess to be rewarded seem to be nothing.

Ye He is more interested in Maxwell. If he kills this guy, he should still be able to gain [-] divine power points, right?
It would be even better if Maxwell was a "Sweet" series monster, and the rewards would be increased tenfold!
But if it is a level 6 "Sweet" series monster... Ye He can only use the Sword of Heaven's Punishment.

When Father Anderson assassinated those blood disciples in the hotel, it seemed that some existence provided some kind of "assist" to Ye He, who had worked so hard to help "cover", so Ye He received a large amount of divine power points at that time.

Later, Ye He will try to search for the "life-saving back-ups" left by Floyd. This is also the reason why he did not receive the "assist" reward after Floyd died.

Well, although Floy was killed outside the hotel, Father Anderson and the others should have noticed that Floy was a little "challenged", which was Ye He's "assist".

Back to the topic, Charles is dead, but his death will allow Ye He to "help" Maxwell.

For example...a letter sent to Maxwell from one of Charles' "men" who left Northenton early:

[Dear Lord Maxwell, Mr. Charles was wiped out by the Prophet's people. I... I'm too scared. I'm sorry. I really can't help you with the grudge between you and the Prophet... I'm sorry...]

Well, just write it like this!
After making the plan, Ye He looked up and looked at Floyd, who felt that Charles had died suddenly and hurried to this alley.

He showed a heavy expression to Floy and said, "Oh no, Charles has informed Maxwell that the prophet is still alive. You should go back and remind the prophet."

Floy was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood the importance of what Ye He said. She believed Ye He without any doubt, nodded to Ye He, turned into a blood shadow and left here.

Ye He also took steps and left this alley. His face was neither sad nor happy, his expression was calm, but his eyes showed the joy of making waves, wantonly.

After sending a letter to the mayor's family with "Yours truly, Lord Maxwell", in the afternoon, Ye He was next to a rumbling factory, under a dormitory building that was completely incapable of a good rest. Finally, I saw three figures emitting white light.

He did not rush to approach Father Anderson and the others, but first looked back at the factory gate, where the group of blood thieves were approaching the factory under the guise of "municipal inspection."

A completely sanctified high-explosive incendiary bomb made them disappear without a trace, including their clothes.

The noise in the factory perfectly covered up the sound of the explosion. Only an hour or two later, when the workers in the factory left work and walked out of the factory, would they inexplicably discover this large piece of charred ground.

In the dormitory, the three priests of [Holy Cross] frowned together. This was not the first time that blood disciples came to the door, but it was the first time that they noticed that all the blood disciples who came to the door were suddenly eliminated. Without a trace.

Father Anderson was the first to relax his brows. He remembered that he was not the only priest who came to this city.

He had met with the priest last night, but...it seemed that he had accidentally stolen the priest's prey?
The knock on the door was not covered up by the noise. The nervous companion was calmed by Father Anderson. He got up and went to open the door and brought Ye He in.

"This is Father Ye He of Moon Glory Church. He was also present last night. This is the original bishop of our [Holy Cross], Mr. Wilt. This is also the original head nun of our [Holy Cross], Li Te you."

Under the introduction of Father Anderson, Ye He bowed to his two companions, and then curiously asked Father Anderson:

"Original? Are you two no longer priests? But... aren't you still using your sect's divine seal?"

As soon as Ye He asked, Father Anderson's smile froze, and he seemed to find it difficult to answer the question.

"This question...let me answer it for you."

Former Bishop Wilt, whose appearance and temperament resembled that of a butler, and Ye He, who looked calm, explained:
"The [Holy Cross] Church in Lexington was breached by blood followers a year ago and no longer exists."

Ye He opened his eyes slightly.

Just listen to Wilt continue: "The situation in Lexington City is similar to that here in Northenton. The blood followers hid among humans until they became the ruling class of the city and developed forces that we cannot resist. , and finally burned down our churches.

After we narrowly escaped, we returned to Lexington under different identities, fought against the blood followers for a year, and finally killed them all.

But we were also wanted by the federation and became wanted criminals, but we have no regrets.

What are before you now are the last three clergymen and the last three believers of the [Holy Cross] Church. "

(End of this chapter)