I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Elrich sat in the corner of the Jolly Sailor Tavern, next to the passage leading to the kitchen.

There was a glass of turbid beer on the table in front of him. The glass was supporting a knife that was parallel to the table.

The small blade is as smooth as a mirror, and is slightly tilted so as not to reflect the lights of the tavern, reflecting the street conditions. In this way, even if Elric turned his back to the door, he would not be ignorant of what was going on behind him.

Sitting alone in a pub is actually a very boring thing, especially if you want to keep your mind clear and don't drink too much alcohol.

But now that the sect has completely shrunk and lurked, as the sect's only external contact, he has to act cautiously.

By nightfall, the tavern had become noisy, hot and crowded.

Elrich began to adjust his sitting position. He leaned against the wall and faced the hall, with his arms folded in front of his chest. His cold and frosty face radiated sharp eyes, scanning the people who were indulging in dice, cards and ale beer. sailor.

Elrich rejected a total of two shit sticks/toilets who approached him tonight, broke the nose of a fat guy who came forward to provoke, and threw out three drunkards who were ready to fight - he was not just a simple The customer actually also serves as the security guard of this tavern, but it is not for money.

He stayed until closing time of the pub. He thanked his old friend Ham for the beer and followed the last group of drunken drunkards out the door.

Elrich was so close to these drunkards that he could smell the tangy smell of alcohol, sweaty body odor, and salty sea water.

He followed the confused footsteps of the drunkards, and his pace was almost 100% consistent with theirs. To an uninformed person, they would subconsciously think that he was also a member of this group of drunkards.

Elrich slowly followed the drunkards until they passed a dark alleyway before he pulled away and retreated under the cover of shadows.

Even though he was hidden in the shadows, he didn't leave in a hurry. He just squatted in the corner silently, holding the handle of the knife in his boot. The silence of the winter phase made him as quiet as a trash can on the street corner.

About fourteen minutes and fifty-four seconds passed, and Elrich still didn't wait for any suspicious stalker to appear in the alley. Only an old drunkard walked past the alley, and he thought that maybe he was too suspicious. ?

He got up from the sewage, walked through the dark, damp and smelly streets, walked in places where the street lights of London could not shine, and walked outside the uninhabited city.

As soon as Elrich left the dense urban buildings and entered the desolate and sparse treeless suburbs, his movement speed suddenly increased, his movements were quick and flexible, like a red fox galloping in the grassland. .

His ultimate speed is also almost comparable to that of a red fox, with one second being enough to cover a distance of fourteen yards (12.8 meters).

He ran wildly in the night, and the moonlight barely penetrated the thick dark clouds, casting sparse and sloping thin silver pillars, but it could never catch up with his pace.

Elrich did not choose the shortest and fastest straight line to return to the new headquarters. He seemed to be taking a detour, passing through the flat land with a wide view, and then suddenly climbed up a low hillside, suddenly turning his head to look at the road behind him... Night It was dark, but his pupils seemed to be glowing, emitting a cold light like the reflection from the ice.

This flat land shrouded in the darkness of the night sky is deserted, with only short grass swaying in the wind. Although the muddy road is full of footprints, the latest one is only a ten-inch-long footprint that is deeper at the tip of the toe than at the base of the foot - —Those are the traces of Elrich's run just now.

"There really aren't any stalkers?"

Elrich murmured in his heart. He jumped down the hillside, silently reciting scriptures and praying for the power of the winter phase to silence his footsteps and make his footprints invisible.

He turned back again, followed another road back to the edge of London's declining and dilapidated city, and came to a remote river bend.

The familiar rancid river water flows here, and the dark silt is mixed with domestic and industrial garbage. The cement embankments on both sides have begun to fall off like scars because they have not been repaired for a long time.

Here stands a row of long-abandoned warehouses. The thin iron roofs are covered with dark red rust like a ringworm patient, and the walls are exposed with red bricks piled with plaster.

These warehouses were once occupied by a group of despicable criminals, engaged in shady activities. They have now become the whetstones for the Shining Blade cultists to practice the code of the blade. The rotten flesh and blood nourishes the nearby land and makes the miscellaneous. The grass grows more lush and tall, nearly as tall as a person.

If you want to go to the warehouse, you have to pass through this black grass and the suspicious puddles in the grass. There are hidden swamps and eye-catching cracks. A lone traveler who accidentally steps on them may be severely punished. He slipped and fell hard to the ground, spraining his ankle. It is simply a natural line of defense.

In addition, you must be careful of the sharp animal traps lurking deep in the grass roots. If you accidentally step on them, you will definitely have to pay the price of a broken leg.

Elric didn't need a lantern to light the way. Wherever there was solid ground under his feet and where there was a safe road, all this information was engraved in his head. He let the jagged blades of grass slide across his face and arms, leaving behind There are fleeting faint white marks on the bottom.

Just before passing through the thick wall of tall grass, you can see a faint light leaking from the repaired and sturdy warehouse.

At this moment, there was a believer wandering outside the abandoned warehouse with a rifle in his arms and an extinguished cigarette in his mouth. That was Fidel Araujo, who was in charge of the security patrol tonight.

As early as the grass rustled, Fidil had already spit out the cigarette butt, stamped out the remaining flames, moved to an inconspicuous position, knelt down on one knee, took aim with the rifle, and put his index finger on the trigger, just waiting for the person coming to be exposed. Then he shot directly.

He put down his rifle when he saw the Elrich brothers coming out of the grass.

Although the Order of the Flashing Blade is full of people who gather together for dedication, the order is also a small society. The relationship between the two is not too familiar. They just nodded to say hello and then moved away.

Elrich knocked on the newly built large iron door of the warehouse.

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong——

After seven hollow echoes, the small window of the iron door opened, revealing a faint dim light and a pair of scrutinizing eyes.

The man at the door asked: "Did you bring beer back today?"

Elrich replied: "Sorry I forgot, maybe next time."

The iron door opened slowly, and the man who opened the door was only wearing a close-fitting vest, revealing a pair of shiny strong arms, but he clearly held an oak wine glass in his hand, which was filled with clear ale.

The conversation just now actually contained code words, roughly asking whether there was a tail following, whether there was coercion, whether...,

"Brother Elrich, thank you for your hard work. Let's have a beer and take a rest!"

The person who opened the door handed the beer in his hand to the cult brothers who had just returned from running.

Elrich took the beer and drank it, letting out a comfortable burp.

The busy people in the warehouse gathered around and asked anxiously:

"Brother Elrich, did you meet the leader today?"

"Brother Elrich, are the Anti-Suppression Bureau still tracking us?"

"Last night Elson - no, the broken zombie summoned with Elson's body didn't come back either. It was probably a failure."

"Is that lame guy so powerful? Even the Broken Walking Dead can't defeat him?"

"Little Victor is also missing. I don't know if he has been arrested by the Anti-Suppression Bureau... Fortunately, I didn't tell him the address of our new headquarters before."

The church members were discussing in a flurry, but Elrich, who was gathered in the center, just shook his head with regret.

Seeing this, all the church members couldn't help but sigh, these damn anti-suppression bureaus are watching so closely!

"But..." Elrich changed the topic and said with a smile: "I received a secret message from the leader, and he told us that the plan will continue!"

Woohoo - this exciting good news made all the church members cheer. They raised their beers high and clinked their glasses, and the light yellow wine splashed on their excited and enthusiastic faces.

"Hahaha! I knew the leader would not give up so easily!!!"

"Awesome! Let's show off the Blade Code to our heart's content!!!"

"Great!!!"

In the simple warehouse behind them, there are several heavy and huge industrial machine tools. Although no one is operating them, they are still operating automatically under the blessing of the great forge. The transport tracks discharge yellow bullets and fall underneath. Wooden box covered with dry grass.

Under the warehouse wall, there are several layers and rows of wooden boxes stacked up. The top three wooden boxes are open. Inside are brand-new rifled rifles, Webley-style revolvers... and a large number of fruit-like weapons. Ball-shaped high-explosive TNT grenades stacked together.