Chapter 431: Bishop Clues (3k)
The rain continued to fall intermittently, its crisp sound echoing in the rainy night, as if possessing a magical aura that shifted the moods of the people present, reversing their initial feelings.
“Dragon Country has no gods…”
The shallow believers stared blankly at the scene before them, unsure of how to express themselves, simply watching the figure.
“Are you…”
Slightly stunned, Twelve looked up at the delicate yet resolute face, her pupils constricting. She seemed to understand something but dared not confirm it for fear of being slapped to death if she was wrong.
Without waiting for Su Jiu to reply, the Slim Monkey Shadow, somewhat inexplicably frightened, took two steps back, looking at Su Jiu’s profile with uncertainty. He swallowed and tentatively asked, “Sir, haven’t you experienced the God’s Restriction?”
Generally, upon reaching the Shadow level, they would be implanted with a restriction by the [Gods], preventing them from disrespecting the [Gods], or they would face severe backlash.
Su Jiu’s treasonous remarks had not incurred any backlash, which could mean…
“Heh, Bingo, you got it right.”
With a light laugh, Su Jiu suddenly tilted her head backwards, a smile filled with killing intent appearing on her small face. Her fingertip, like a broken blade, swept towards the Slim Monkey Shadow. A green sword aura instantly burst forth from her fingertip, a crescent-shaped blade carrying a chill, pointing directly at several veteran cultists.
“But, there’s no prize~”
Reflecting the crescent slash in his eyes, the Slim Monkey Shadow’s expression was one of horror. He wanted to leave but found that even the raindrops seemed to have slowed considerably, at least slower than the slash!
At this moment, he understood clearly—
The biggest traitor was actually the Black-clad Bishop!
But he no longer had much time to ponder other things. With his strength, he had no way to dodge that slash.
It was too fast!
“Sizzle—”
The sound of flesh being cut by a sharp blade rang out almost simultaneously. Those veteran cultists were mowed down like leeks, neatly aligned. The informant from before also perished under Su Jiu’s slash. For her, that informant, by walking out, had already become a veteran cultist and a target for elimination.
“I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Glancing at the remaining aftermath, Su Jiu smiled at Twelve and said. Then, she took out a paper umbrella from her ring and opened it. She dispersed her external Qi and, amidst the sound of shattering rain, her black leather shoes lightly stepped through the rainwater as she moved deeper into the area…
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The shallow believers no longer had any intention of joining the Ancient God Sect and could only find shelter under the eaves, waiting for rescue from the government forces.
“Sir, who exactly are you?”
Watching Su Jiu’s receding figure, Twelve could no longer hold back and asked. Her voice sounded so loud in the silent rainy night. After asking, she regretted it, afraid that the other party might turn around and attack her as well.
“Heh heh…”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiu paused her steps slightly. Everyone’s gaze was nervously fixed on the back of this “little demoness.” She gave a light laugh and continued walking. As her figure faded, her voice gradually became distant.
“Just another nobody. Perhaps we will meet again someday, accompanied by flowers and fine wine…”
“Nobody…”
Listening to Su Jiu’s words, Twelve was somewhat dazed. A moment later, she looked at her brother beside her and saw understanding in his eyes. She then whispered into his ear in a voice only they could hear, “That Sir, perhaps his previous question about our promotion had another meaning…”
“What? Do you regret it?”
Seven chuckled, then took out his phone to check the time. He found a corner to lean against, quietly waiting for the team leader’s arrival. Looking at the Kamen Rider on his phone’s lock screen, Seven removed his broken glasses and looked at the sky, still drizzling with cold rain, lost in thought…
After using the “Incineration,” he probably wouldn’t have a chance to be on duty anymore. He guessed he might be transferred to clerical work for retirement?
“It would be a lie to say I don’t regret it, but at least we all survived…”
Twelve pursed her dry lips, put her hands behind her back, and looked at the continuous rain. She tapped a puddle in front of the steps with the tip of her shoe.
After a few more minutes, several modified vans barely squeezed into the ruins filled with corpses. With a “click,”
Lin Mu-bai rushed out of the car. He looked at the “Safe” received on his phone and then at the place filled with corpses and the smell of blood, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
His mind rapidly flashed with the image of the girl resembling the Black-clad Bishop.
He quickly found the two leaning against each other on the steps of a corridor. After a brief conversation, he finally verified his guess. The girl resembling the Black-clad Bishop was likely on his side.
However, her identity remained a mystery, as if she had appeared out of nowhere. Could she be from another department within the country? But which department would use a High-Rank Battle King as their combat strength for infiltration?
“Beep beep…”
While Lin Mu-bai was pondering Su Jiu’s identity, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He picked up his phone and saw the display: [Dragon Country Command Center]. He was slightly surprised, then answered. He kept nodding, his eyes flashing as he looked at Twelve and the other person.
“Are there new mission instructions?”
Twelve and Seven looked at each other with confusion. The former tentatively asked.
“No…”
A moment later, Lin Mu-bai hung up the phone, glanced at the two, and shook his head. Just as Twelve was about to ask again, he chuckled helplessly, “It’s your promotion information. It’s said to be recommended by the Dragon Hunter organization overnight. The specific details are definitely not that simple. Our agency is independent. Unless they are of a very high rank, the Dragon Hunter organization wouldn’t have this kind of executive power.”
“Promotion… Could it be—her?”
Twelve and Seven were slightly stunned, and both thought of the petite figure simultaneously.
Then, Lin Mu-bai paused slightly, then smiled and said to Seven, “The merit points awarded by the higher-ups seem to have been converted into a universal potion to treat the after-effects of ‘Incineration’ for you. However, that potion seems to be redeemable only through ‘Praise Songs.’ I didn’t expect it to be so humane.”
“Praise Songs…?!”
Seven’s expression froze slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand and opened his phone again, looking at the Kamen Rider on the screen, and chuckled faintly, “I didn’t expect to still be in this line of work…”
The rainwater slid onto the phone, and the screen glowed faintly. Next to the Kamen Rider, a small line of text was engraved—
“Courage and Faith”
…
Further away, near an abandoned factory.
Holding the route map from the previous Priest, Su Jiu finally arrived at the other end of this “pig farm.” She cautiously approached the windows of the farm and glanced at the cultists inside, who were sitting and chanting scriptures.
Without further hesitation, she lightly tapped her forehead. Her mental power spread out like a tide, quickly locating the remaining Priest who was sitting with his eyes closed in the control room.
Inside the metal-filled control room, a golden-haired figure sat in cultivation, occasionally frowning.
“What happened? The skill connecting me to him is cut off!”
The golden-haired woman suddenly opened her eyes, muttering to herself in a startled manner. She then stood up, preparing to go to the pig farm to investigate. “Archbishop Qiyun instructed that these people and livestock must not have any problems. The quantity here is related to three Divine Descent Doors among the twelve doors.”
Suddenly, with a “click,” the control room door opened without the golden-haired woman sensing it. A slender figure holding a paper umbrella walked in as if nothing had happened, even asking, “Do so many Divine Servants only summon three Divine Descent Doors?”
“The people and livestock in the pig farm are not entirely Divine Servants. That adult doesn’t look like they are under The Singer… Are you someone from Lord White Crow?”
The golden-haired woman glanced at Su Jiu’s clothes, narrowed her eyes, and took two steps back, answering softly. She seemed to be holding a sharp sword concealed in her hand.
“Heh, I am sent by The Singer to inspect the situation with Luo Qiyun… See, this is the key.”
Upon hearing this, Su Jiu put away her umbrella, smiled, and took out the small pocket watch from her pocket as proof of her identity. She was becoming increasingly proficient with this entire process.
This small pocket watch was moving towards becoming a seasoned actor.
“Key… It is indeed a key.”
The golden-haired woman lowered her guard upon seeing the golden pocket watch in Su Jiu’s hand and relaxed slightly. She then waved her hand, indicating to Su Jiu that she was powerless.
“However, Archbishop Qiyun’s contact is almost always one-sided. We basically don’t know her specific identity, only that she holds a position of some importance in the Southwest Military Region.”
Hearing this, Su Jiu felt a bit speechless. It was another vague answer. Previously, she at least had a temporary contact card, but now she knew nothing. She was about to directly deal with her.
“However, recently, Madam Qiyun asked me to pick up some things from the Hundred-Year Demon Mountain near the military region. It should be something to be transferred and transported directly north.”
But then, the golden-haired woman’s next words captured her attention. Su Jiu’s thoughts began to race. It was highly likely that the transfer involved people. Her foolish brother was probably trapped inside.
“Alright, thank you.”
“You’re welc—”
Thinking thus, Su Jiu’s eyes narrowed. Her fingertip, like a blade, horizontally slashed towards the neck of the unsuspecting golden-haired woman beside her. Underneath the smile that remained on her face even in death, Su Jiu quietly departed.
Her goal was now very clear: first, to understand the Hundred-Year Demon Mountain, then to go to the military region for a detailed discussion with the leaders. If possible, it would be best to expose that Archbishop Qiyun first!
…
The next day, the sunlight, with a hint of warmth, streamed into the hotel room. The potted green plant curved slightly, appearing cozy and tranquil.
“Mmm…”
On the large bed, Bai Zhi, curled up holding a large pillow, slightly fluttered her charming eyes. Her delicate nose caught the aroma of pastries and milk, and she vaguely got up. “It’s only nine o’clock… Someone’s already delivering breakfast?”
“Little Fool, we have to catch a bus today. Hurry up and get ready to wash up. I bought the red velvet cake you ate a lot of last time.”
Hearing this, Bai Zhi turned her head, her pupils slowly widening, revealing a hint of joy. But she quickly suppressed it and asked with a pout:
“Hmph, why are you only coming back now!?”
It was a familiar figure. The owner of the figure, wearing a small white dress, walked over with a faint smile, holding a cup of warm milk in her hands, appearing every bit like a virtuous wife and loving mother.
