13 Mink Street

Alfred tapped the temples of the two men in white robes lightly with his fingertips, and then there were continuous crisp sounds.

The bodies of the two men in white robes began to twist, their feet began to circle first, followed by their legs, then their waists, and finally their chests, while their heads remained fixed.

There was no scream, only a series of crisp sounds, which sounded very comfortable, just like the comfort of snapping your knuckles, very decompressing.

It is also like the flesh and bones placed on it during the barbecue are connected, and under the grilling of charcoal fire, it is sizzling and oily.

"Plop!"

Two balls of twist landed on the ground, ending Tian Lai's broadcast.

Alfred looked at Xili, and said, "Young master is back, and you are not here for supper. As a maid, this is your negligence."

"Yes, Mr. Alfred, please, Alfred, my family is still upstairs, on the sixth floor, they are on the sixth floor!"

Shirley was not in the slightest shocked by the strength Alfred had just shown, and in her heart, she even felt that it was quite reasonable.

If the funeral service is hell, then she is the maid of the hell family, because she has seen dead people walk past her as if they were alive more than once, and they even... can eat the meals they cooked with their own hands.

Alfred looked up and looked above the gray building.

To be honest, he didn't really want to save others, even if the others were the family members of his maid.

His humility and prudence have always been towards his young master and the people around him, because the atmosphere of the people around him can give his young master a more comfortable environment.

In any case, when Karen saw Alfred for the first time, Alfred was an existence that put him under great pressure, not only in terms of strength, but also his personal temperament.

Moreover, Alfred keenly sensed that there was an inexplicable strangeness in this barbaric act tonight.

Reason told him that it was most correct to take Xili away as soon as possible without any extra divergence.

But Alfred's consideration of things is still centered on his young master. This maid doesn't like his young master very much, but he has been familiar with it for a long time. Moreover, she quickly mastered the dishes that the young master likes to eat.

If her family members were all killed tonight and she was depressed, would she still be able to continue cooking delicious dishes for her young master?

"Is it the fifth floor?"

"Yes, Mr. Alfred, it's the room where the sheet rope fell, my parents, my uncles and aunts, my aunts and uncles..."

At the end, Xili lowered her voice unconsciously, because she herself felt that there were too many people asking for help.

Alfred tossed the hearse key to Xili, and said, "Take your younger brothers and hide in the car."

"Yes, Mr. Alfred."

Alfred raised his hand, and the ground under his feet sank silently, and the two twists slipped into it, and were soon covered by the soil layer.

Immediately afterwards, the figure disappeared from the spot, and soon appeared in that room.

"boom!"

Gunshots and screams came together, and when Alfred walked to the corridor, he saw the collapse of the residents in the building, and the men in white robes began to rush up.

Individual heroism often pales in comparison to an organized mob, especially if the opponent has weapons already in their hands.

Therefore, in the face of organized violence, one must respond with an equal degree of organization.

I hope they can learn from this lesson, if there is a next time.

Xi Li's relatives broke down and gathered towards this room. When the children went down, the women did not go down with them, but picked up the things around them that could be used as weapons and followed the men to fight for their lives.

Today, Xili's father and other male elders are almost all wounded. Xili's father was shot in the shoulder and leg, and blood is flowing out.

And the white-robed thugs outside broke through the barriers at the entrance of the corridor, and began to chase and clean up room by room.

Alfred now has two choices. He can take Healy's family members down the stairs directly, and he can kill all the holy flame believers he meets on the way.

He already possessed this ability when he was in Luojia City, let alone now.

But the consequences of killing so many people in a row are enormous, which almost obviously violates the "Regulations of Order", and strange demons and churches are not allowed to interfere with the normal operation of human society.

Yes, this damned vendetta can be regarded as the normal functioning of human society, and so is the act of war.

These are all prohibited by the Order Regulations.

Alfred believed that the price of directly killing a bloody road was that he would become a wanted criminal of the Cult of Kosmos tomorrow, which would bring a lot of trouble to his young master, especially now that he had already sensed that tonight When these flames burn a little strangely.

Therefore, Alfred chose another way, and his figure appeared at the door, with his back to Shili's family members.

At first, facing the sudden appearance of such a man in a wine-red suit, Xi Li's family members were startled, but soon they calmed down again.

Alfred sighed, and said, "Fortunately, I don't like white collocation. Now, go down the sheet rope."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people in white robes rushed to the door, but from their perspective, the room was already filled with fire, and the flames were rolling.

"Damn, who set such a big fire!"

"Grab it, drag it down and burn it, this fire is really good!"

Then, when the second group of white-robed men rushed to the door, they also saw the fire, so naturally no one came in.

Although Xili's family members were a little confused by this, even if the devil came to rescue them at this time, they would not hesitate to accept it, so the women first started to go down the sheet rope.

Outside, there were still screams. Some people were unlucky and couldn't get the same protection as Xili's family.

In fact, tonight, not only in these few gray buildings, but also in almost every place where purple-haired people live, the same scene is happening. There are many, many unfortunate people.

Alfred took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette from it. The young master brought this pack of cigarettes for himself when he came back. The young master said that all the other cigarettes were sold, so he kept two complete ones to bring back, one for you and one for me. .

"Crack."

He lit the cigarette, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring.

Alfred reached out and took off a painting on the wall beside him, and threw it on the ground with two nails on it.

Everyone else went down, only Xili's father was too seriously injured to go down.

At this moment, a man in white robes passed by the door, holding a bloody machete in his hand.

Alfred stretched out his hand and scratched back, grabbed his neck directly, and then swung it down, directly piercing his forehead with a nail on the ground, his body twitched for a while, and soon lost his life.

Immediately afterwards, Alfred walked to the window, reached out and grabbed Shirley's father by the shoulder, and led him down together.

...

"dad!"

The hearse, which was originally very spacious, was now full of people, all of whom were Xili's family members.

Sealy's father was finally thrown in by Alfred, and the blood on his body still couldn't be stopped, so Sealy and her mother could only hold down his wound as much as possible.

Alfred said dissatisfiedly while starting the car: "The car is all dirty."

Sealy immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred, I will clean the car."

Alfred opened the drawer of the hearse, took out a bottle of energy potion and a bottle of white powder, threw them backwards, and said:

"Smear the powder on the wound to stop the bleeding. It won't stain the car. Drink another bottle. Don't scream. It will affect my driving."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Alfred."

Xili immediately poured out the powder and smeared it on her father. After the application, the bleeding stopped immediately, and Xili handed the rest of the powder to her uncles and uncles to stop the bleeding.

Xi Li's mother fed her husband the energy potion, and the husband's pale face due to excessive blood loss recovered, and the wound on his body did not feel so painful.

At this time, the children in the hearse began to cry. They were terrified by the scene tonight, but they had been holding back before, and only then did they react. One cried, and the others also began to cry.

Alfred said, "Whoever cries again will leave the car."

The children stopped crying for a moment.

On both sides of the road, a few purple-haired people ran out, and seemed to beg to get in the car and leave here, but Alfred ignored them and turned the steering wheel directly to go around.

The people sitting in the car saw it, but no one dared to intercede.

Finally, the hearse drove to the entrance of the funeral home. Alfred did not park the car outside, but drove directly into the mourning hall, and then honked the horn three times.

Soon, Pick Dingcombe ran over, and Mrs. Lake came out with Doradoline, and everyone began to treat the wounded.

Alfred got out of the car and walked into the backyard. There was no young master in the study or bedroom.

Pu'er rode out on Kevin, saw that Alfred was looking for him, and said, "Karen went out, shortly after you went out."

"Did the young master say where he went?"

"No, well, you're here to pick up big butts. Those are all family members with big butts?"

"Yes, it's all Shirley's family."

"Why is it so miserable?"

"There's a group in town that's committing genocide against purple-haired people."

"Oh, is this coming out again." Pu'er was very calm about this, "It feels like a circle, and each period is a cycle."

Kevin also nodded his head.

"I feel a little unusual this time, in terms of atmosphere, a little unusual."

"Oh, where?"

"I said atmosphere."

"Evidence." Pu'er shook his tail, "It doesn't matter, is the injury serious, do you need my help?"

"Healy's father was shot. I believe Mrs. Lake has a way to take it out, but there is no guarantee that after taking it out, the person will still be alive."

"Of course, I believe Big Ass doesn't want Mrs. Lake to help her deal with her father."

"Wow!"

"Okay, okay, for my exquisite afternoon tea every day, I'll go see her father, I don't want her to prepare food for me with a sad face, that's a crime against elegance.

Stupid dog, let's go and have a look. "

"Wow!"

Kevin drove Pu'er there.

Alfred walked into the study, picked up the phone, and dialed Fanny's number.

"Hello, who is it?"

"I'm Karen's servant, and I want to ask my young master..."

"The captain went to find Karen, they should be together now."

"Okay, thanks, I see."

"anything?"

"No, I just want to ask, you know, it's a bit messy outside now."

"Is it messy? I don't feel it. Oh, maybe it's because I live in a high-end neighborhood?"

...

Rows of swordsmen came in two rows. The armor on their bodies was no different from the armor of the Knights of Order in appearance, but in appearance, the armor on their bodies was trimmed with a layer of gold.

When they walked here, they brought extremely terrifying pressure, even if there were only eighty of them.

Bishop Bern led a group of subordinates to stand here with great respect. This is a special guard. They are forces under the command of order, but they are not controlled by the Holy See, because they are the guards of the temple. will is responsible.

The dispute between the temple and the Holy See is nothing new in any orthodox theological religion. It represents the highest center of the normal operation of the church and represents the most powerful and noble group under the belief system. There will inevitably be friction and contradictions between them.

Even if the high priest will condense his godhead into the Temple of Order tomorrow, he will still resist or even fight back the pressure from the Temple on behalf of the Holy See today.

When the last high priest, Rasma, was in office, the majesty of the Temple of Order seriously overwhelmed the Holy See. If it was not in public, the high priest, Rasma, was not even qualified to sit in front of the elders of the temple.

This high priest, Norton, has done a lot more tough than Rathma in dealing with the Temple of Order. Not only did he make image rubbings of the embarrassing postures of the elders of the Temple of Samsara in the Battle of Samsara Valley and send them to the Temple of Order for appreciation. He once said during his inauguration ceremony: "The Temple of Order is a place to serve God, and the Religion of Order is a place to implement God's will."

It's just that everyone didn't take this sentence seriously at that time, but now it has been proved that he did it.

Originally, everyone, including Bishop Berne, thought that during the reign of the high priest, the power of the temple should be reduced and would not interfere too much in the affairs of the church, but now it seems that they were wrong.

The guards of the Temple of Order suddenly descended on York City and issued an order directly to the York City Regional Management Office, which even had the stamp of the Temple Presbyterian Church on it.

The dignified senior executives of the York City region chose to surrender directly under the pressure of the temple.

A man in a black robe and a gold mask walked in, accompanied by guards.

Bishop Berne immediately led all his subordinates to kneel down:

"Meet the envoy of the temple."

"Who sent the notice?"

Bishop Bourne pursed his lips and replied: "Reply to the envoy of the temple, all announcements to the whole region are issued in the name of the York City Regional Management Office, and are submitted to the chief bishop after deliberation by the Regional Bishop Management Council. issued with approval."

"Oh, Wo Fulun, I thought you would cooperate very well, but it turns out that you are pretending to cooperate."

"Reporting to the envoy of the temple, we issued the announcement to cooperate with the envoy of the temple."

"Cooperate with me? Do you think I'm a child who doesn't know anything?"

"Please forgive me."

"I am guilty."

A group of senior priests, led by Bishop Berne, began to plead guilty.

"Where are the people who teach the principle of God?"

"Reporting to the envoy of the temple, the guests of the Principle God Cult are in the A-3 secret cave area."

"Turn on the teleportation circle."

"Yes, at your command."

...

This is a crystal cave. The cave has a large space. There is a newly arranged altar in the center, and there are various suspended utensils on the altar.

Nearly a hundred priests wearing the robes of the principle of theology are busy, and more than ten of them are wearing clothes that symbolize bishops.

The temple guards entered here and lined up.

Immediately afterwards, the envoy of the temple walked in, and a white-haired bishop of the principle of God came over and asked:

"Why did you issue that notice?"

"Bishop Mombala, you misunderstood me. I didn't ask for it. It was released by the region itself. What can I do with these bureaucrats?"

"Is the Temple of Order's control over the Cult of Order already so low?"

"I know you're trying to be sarcastic, but to a certain extent, this is also the strength of my Kosmos religion."

"It is this announcement that is likely to lead to the failure of this long-arranged experiment. Any new gods and new beliefs are born between other belief systems and church systems.

If we blindly create a more relaxed environment for it, it will not even have the strength to break through the eggshell, just like a flower in a greenhouse, it will easily die when moved outside. "

"But things have already happened. If it doesn't work, then choose another experimental observation point. Now, on behalf of the elders behind me, I want to check your research results."

Bishop Mombala clapped his hands, a crack appeared in the center of the altar, and then a huge crystal ball floated out. A group of colors was stirring in the crystal ball, and strands of colors were constantly gathering here.

Among the colors, it seems that the embryonic form of a baby can be seen, but it is extremely abstract, like an oil painting washed by rain. The only clear feature is that the baby's neck is very red.

"Can it condense?"

Bishop Mengbala shook his head and said, "The success rate was estimated to be 0.1 per ten thousand."

"What now?"

"After that announcement was sent out, we calculated a success rate of 0.1 in ten million."

"Doomed to fail?"

"In fact, this kind of data has no practical significance. It just represents an attitude of our group towards the development of the situation. In short, it is theoretically possible to theoretically impossible."

"Then what are we still doing here?"

Bishop Mombala raised his hands,

Excitedly said:

"Actually, there has always been only the difference between 1 and 0. Because we are trying to create—"New God"!"

...

The roof of the department store in the Hammer district of York City.

Neo and Karen stood side by side, and below them, there were mighty believers of the Holy Fire marching holding torches.

"You know, at first I just thought it was a perfectly normal event, aside from the place where it happened in York City, the capital of the Wayne Empire, its intensity was far less than that of the Wayne Empire. Those tribal massacres that the colonial army did in the colonies.

What really makes me feel that things are unusual is this announcement. If the district does not issue this announcement, I should catch up on the bed in the bedroom now. "

"So, squadron leader, what do you mean..."

"Just like the last time the gods declared war on reincarnation, I think there is a layer of secrets on it, and I want to try to tear it off to see what it really looks like."

Karen said, "However, the Regional Management Office issued a notice that no priest of order is allowed to interfere with the normal operation of society."

Neo shrugged and said with a smile: "What does the order given to the Priest of Order have to do with me, the remnant of light?"

talking,

Neo spread his hands, and a bright fire condensed in his palm:

"Tonight, I praise the light."

Neo looked at Karen again, and said, "How are you tonight?"

Karen spread his hands: the depth of the dark moon, the warmth of the light, the vastness of Poseidon, the ice and fire of Allen, the belief of the family, the mystery of reincarnation... even Qianmei appeared and walked around.

"Choose one for me."