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Chapter 1601: Chapter 328: Of Course I’m Normal!

On the rooftop, Vasco quickly opened his eyes. Naturally, such a short period isn’t enough to cultivate anything… mostly, he just sat a while longer and replenished some energy.

He wasn’t that reckless, meditating and cultivating in front of the enemy without any guard — if it were any other enemy.

But the mysterious youth before him was different. Intuition told him that as long as he didn’t make the first move, the other party would be happy to maintain the peace at this moment.

And…

And judging from the other’s attitude, once ten minutes have passed, the other party seemed unlikely to intervene in this matter — ten minutes, Vasco had absolute confidence in Stretta.

If Stretta was so easily caught by the Black Religious Congregation, the name “Iron Fist Strala” wouldn’t have been engraved in the records of Shenwei Prison.

It’s a name that strikes fear into countless heads of dark creatures within Shenwei Prison.

“You don’t seem… worried about that woman at all.” Vasco frowned and said, “Are you so sure she’ll succeed?”

Despite having full trust in Stretta, the mysterious man in front of him was beyond his understanding… vaguely, he actually felt more unease.

But Boss Luo just smiled slightly and didn’t answer Vasco’s question.

He was only tasked to hold Vasco for ten minutes, regardless of Lamias’s ultimate success or failure — the content of this agreement couldn’t be casually disclosed.

This is the basic principle of the deal.

Seeing this, Vasco knew he couldn’t possibly get any answers from the other… he took a deep breath, slowly exhaling turbid air, his divine power recovering bit by bit through meditation cultivation.

Perhaps it was an illusion.

Vasco always felt that his divine power, after being sealed by the other, seemed even purer once it reappeared… even facing the Field of Corruption around, his resistance increased significantly.

He… seemed to have gained unexpected benefits in these few minutes — this gave Vasco an absurd feeling.

However… no matter what, after this tempering, his faith became firmer, which enhanced his divine power, indeed a good thing — after all, when power reaches his level, every enhancement is quite challenging.

Though he felt his strength had increased, Vasco still had a feeling — the moment he threw a punch at this mysterious man again, his faith would once again be lost.

If only… If only this mysterious man doesn’t descend upon the Holy City.

That would be the most terrifying enemy in the world of the Holy Church.

“There’s less than three minutes left…” He silently calculated the time in his heart.

The mysterious woman from the Black Religious Congregation still hasn’t returned, indicating that Stretta was still holding firm at this time… the problem was, six or seven minutes had already passed, why was there no movement in the church below?

Even the sounds of fighting seemed to flash by just once or twice…

…

“What now, have you thought it through? My time is very precious, it’s worth tens of thousands at any moment.”

In the restaurant, Father Strala stood with his hands behind his back, wearing only slippers beneath his black priest robe, naturally lacking any demeanor.

Lamias had already gotten up early… Father Strala did not attack her, he just continued discussing how to flatten the mainland after becoming the leader of the Black Religious Congregation.

First, infiltrate the Holy City, choose a night of dark and stormy weather to discreetly deal with the Pope, then have someone impersonate the Pope, subsequently using the same method to deal with the rest of the Cardinals, then replace them bit by bit.

Gradually replace the Black Religious Congregation’s people into the Holy Church… then, during the annual Mass of the Holy City, when the leaders of various countries come to observe, deal with them and replace them.

“Power has not advanced a bit over the years, for better or worse, it is held by those people’s hands, taking it is really damn easy!”

Is it… Is it really that easy?

If it were really that easy, wouldn’t the Non-Human have already taken over the mainland?

Facing Lamias’s doubts, Father Strala coldly hummed, dismissively saying: “That’s why you all retreat further the longer you live. What’s Non-Human? What’s Transcendent? Extraordinary people are called Non-Human, possessing transcendence, ignoring all worldly laws, with power above rules, that’s Transcendent! Your Black Religious Congregation has quite a few technologies mastered, and there are one or two half-baked guys, lurking in the shadows plotting conspiracies! Get on it! Overthrow a regime casually, then establish a new regime, and without caring for the consequences, spark a world Transcendent war first!”

“Do you know what revolution is? This is revolution!”

“You daily, monthly, yearly, think about how to overthrow the oppression of the Holy Church, unbeknownst, the Holy Church has tens of millions of followers, but what do you have? You bunch of mice only engage in petty actions in the dark, see the Holy Church followers, with one spit per person, can drown you!”

“Ignorance! Stupidity! Having power but not knowing how to create chaos, trash! A bunch of losers!”

Faced with Father Strala’s insane rant against the Black Religious Congregation, Lamias even had the illusion… could this be the former Warden of Shenwei Prison of the Holy Church? This guy might indeed be the true Elder of the Black Religious Congregation, with the coffin lid unable to hold him down, hence jumping out to scold his successors…

“Father, are you really planning to go back with me to on vacation?” Lamias frowned and asked.

Is this priest truly crazy, or just pretending?

The headquarters of the on vacation has always been a secret, the Holy Church has never stopped searching for the headquarters of the Black Religious Congregation over the years… Father Strala at this time wants to inquire about the on vacation headquarters, possibly even risking his life.

“What, could I be lying to you?” Father Strala pointed to the cross hanging around his neck at this moment, “See it? As everyone knows, I’m a priest walking in the world! Do you know what priests are, we don’t lie! Even if we do, they are kind and beautiful lies!”

Time was running out.

Lamias was silently calculating the time in her mind… the mansion’s owner only promised to hold Vasco for ten minutes — Vasco still hadn’t appeared, clearly, he was completely suppressed.

She now had new guesses about the mansion’s owner’s strength… but once time passed and Vasco returned, the situation would be most unfavorable to her.

Her God-slaying Armor had already been stripped and destroyed by Father Strala; as a mere human, she probably couldn’t withstand a single punch from Vasco.

She had to make a decisive move quickly!

Lamias gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and said: “Father, if you’re truly planning to join the Black Religious Congregation, then alright, I will act as your guide! I will tell the inside of the on vacation your request, and then await the headquarters’ decision!”

“That’s right! Wasting so much of my saliva!” Father Strala said irritably at this moment, “Remember to tell your on vacation’s people, unless they send over a hundred or so seductive nuns to invite me, they can’t expect me to leave here! And you, your armor has been blown up by me, I’ve already seen your appearance! You can’t escape!”

Lamias was shocked in her heart… the impact Father Strala gave her was too great, so much so that she even forgot that after her armor was blown up, her true face had been exposed.

“When there’s news, I’ll come back… Priest.”

Lamias stared intently at Father Strala, retreating step by step… Father Strala showed no intention to pursue or obstruct.

Once outside, Lamias exerted all her strength and swiftly fled.

…

“Time’s up.”

On the rooftop, Boss Luo suddenly uttered this… Vasco sighed in relief – he actually saw a figure escape from the church, and judging by the back view, it was clearly that mysterious woman from the Black Religious Congregation.

Just that time wasn’t up yet, Vasco wanted to chase but didn’t dare make a move, having to watch as the figure escaped… the dark curtain disappeared at this moment.

“Sorry for the disturbance.”

Saying that, Boss Luo stepped back, and his silhouette faded away in front of Vasco.

Vasco sighed deeply, boasting of a strength unmatched in the world, always easily suppressing all dark creatures, but today he really took a tumble.

No idea about Father Strala’s situation.

Thinking of this, Vasco ignored the few Squire Candidates he had knocked unconscious, hurriedly entered the church, searched along the way, and then saw Father Strala who was completely fine.

The dining hall was somewhat messy, seemingly had a simple fight… a human-shaped crater on the ground, but the situation was far better than Vasco imagined.

“Why did you let the on vacation person go?” Vasco furrowed his brows.

“What else could I do?” Father Strala said while picking his nose. “I’m old enough to be their grandfather, do you want them to stay for a sunset romance? Do you think this place is a forbidden hospice? It’s the church, a sacred place!”

Holding back the impulse to kill this guy, Vasco said seriously, “I’m speaking seriously!”

Father Strala also said seriously, “I am serious! My Pure Yang Virgin Boy Skill is almost perfected, and I can’t get close to women at this time!”

Vasco pinched his forehead and sat down, pouring himself a cup of water, “I was held up by a very terrifying guy, almost couldn’t come back.”

He originally intended to elaborate on the mysterious young man’s details, but Father Strala said directly at this time, “I know.”

“You know?” Vasco couldn’t help but be surprised, frowning, “You know the origin of this mysterious young man?”

“No, I don’t know him.” Father Strala shook his head.

“You don’t know and you’re talking nonsense!” Vasco smacked the table — they’ve been longtime friends, and the times they’ve flipped tables on each other were countless.

“I don’t know him.” Father Strala shrugged at this moment, “But knowing one thing is enough.”

Vasco instinctively asked, “What thing?”

Father Strala pointed at himself, slowly saying, “That with me, you, and the entire Holy Church, we’re not enough for them to play with one finger, is that enough?”

“What?!”

Vasco instantly lost his composure, pressed his hands on the table, already stood up… out of control, “What exactly do you know!”

Father Strala suddenly said, “Vasco, for the sake of decades-old friendship, I suggest you defect quickly! There’s no future in the Holy Church, believe in anyone but don’t believe It… even believing in me is fine!”

“Enough! Strala! Jokes also need limits! You’ve crossed the line!”

This time Vasco was genuinely mad… Father Strala quietly glanced, then slumped back his head, “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“No way, I know you’re hiding many things!” Vasco took a deep breath and said, “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left Shenwei Prison without a word… today you must explain clearly, you’ve exhausted my patience over decades!”

“Do you really want me to say?” Father Strala suddenly asked.

Vasco glared.

Father Strala sighed, “Actually, it’s because of that old, unholy Pope’s jealousy. In our youth, we grew up together and both liked a girl. The girl eventually chose me, and the Pope has held a grudge ever since. And during Amunst’s rebellion, I was bribed and let him go. This secret was found out by the Pope… now he will definitely target me, you say, how could I remain at Shenwei Prison, of course, I had to flee!”

Vasco froze, instinctively said, “Nonsense! We obviously come from the same village, when did you become the Pope… Strala!! You damn old bastard!!!”

Father Strala had already disappeared without a trace.

…

Church rooftop.

Looking at a few Squire Candidates still laying sun-dried on the rooftop, Father Strala shook his head… he walked up to the candidates, sighed, “Really, Vasco doesn’t know how to clean up the trash.”

As he spoke, Father Strala directly kicked each young Squire Candidate off the roof one by one…

“Again, my cross is crooked!”

The priest angrily walked to the standing cross on the rooftop and straightened it.

By now, the sky was completely dark, the town filled with lights, enough to illuminate the darkness… Father Strala yawned, and as he turned, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

The cool breeze blew and the white shirt rolled and rolled… Teacher Prin.

“It seems I arrived late, the situation here has already been settled?” Teacher Prin looked around, carrying a bag of dirt apologetically and said, “Went a bit far.”

Father Strala said indifferently, “It’s not a big problem to be late, as long as you didn’t miss it.”

Teacher Prin chuckled and said, “I’ve never been able to solve your riddles… are you truly crazy or just pretending?”

Father Strala replied, “I’m totally normal!”