Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1609: Chapter 336: Deviant Eve

In one night of hard work, the nun had no idea that many things had happened outside. She only knew that the Black Religious Congregation would surely soon know about the Nautilus sinking and the failure of Grant’s group’s actions.

The next time they come, it might not be as simple as a few battle nun groups anymore… After all, she is still carrying the Reversed Holy Relic, and even one of the congregation’s crystallizations, the Godslayer Armor. How could the congregation simply let her go?

Thinking about this, Lamias suddenly came to her senses, followed by a feeling of inexplicable discomfort.

If the congregation knew that she was carrying the Reversed Holy Relic and the important Godslayer Armor, even if they had already decided to catch her, wouldn’t they need to be more careful to ensure that the process goes without any accidents?

Once this thought opened up, Lamias couldn’t help but put herself in the role of Grant’s congregation.

If it were her, she would only move out with six battle nuns. In the face of the opponent wearing the Godslayer Armor, she wouldn’t expose her intentions so early. She would first take the person onto the Nautilus, then gradually proceed, confiscate the Reversed Holy Relic, control the armor, and finally control the person.

But Sister Grant directly exposed her intentions from the start… Was she certain that Lamias wouldn’t resist at all?

She was the instructor of the entire battle nun group; how could she make such a basic mistake?

“She wants me to resist!” Lamias took a deep breath; this thought’s birth was the source of her discomfort at this moment.

The congregation didn’t give up on her. Maybe the Old Faction was under enormous pressure, and had to use this method… No, the Old Faction’s attitude was already evident. This might just be Sister Grant’s private act.

Thinking like this, the immense guilt in her heart momentarily overturned her plan to go to the manor… She hurriedly packed everything, then rode the motorcycle to the cliff’s location as fast as she could.

Though Father Strala was crazy, he merely knocked out six battle nuns, not killed them… Out of past affection, Lamias just stripped off their Fear Inverted Cross and placed them behind a rock on the cliff.

But when the motorcycle reached the top of the cliff, Lamias didn’t find those six battle nuns… Perhaps they had already left after they woke up.

She looked at the location where the Nautilus was sunk by Father Strala, gritted her teeth, and donned a set of Fear Inverted Cross, starting to search in the nearby waters.

But she only found the Nautilus broken into two pieces on the seabed, without any trace of Sister Grant… Father Strala merely knocked her down, and even if Sister Grant sank to the seabed wearing armor, the fish couldn’t break through the armor’s defenses. Even if she were dead, her body should still exist.

Unable to find Sister Grant, Lamias slightly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to return and make long-term plans, she discovered a mountain cave covered by boulders under the cliff.

She instinctively flew into the mountain cave, yet found nothing… Shaking her head, Lamias really didn’t know what was happening to Sister Grant now.

“I can only remember this favor, but for now, I absolutely won’t return to the congregation…”

With her mind firmly made, Lamias temporarily set aside those distractions and headed to the mysterious manor in the suburbs.

…

To cross the ocean, traverse the territories of several inland countries, and finally return to the Holy City, how much time would it take?

Angel Jennifer didn’t even have time to calculate this… because its remaining power was about to vanish—the mysterious man in the suit had extracted so much of Angel Jennifer’s power that it had already touched its origin.

With the origin damaged to this extent, the only repair might be by returning to Heaven, immersing in the Pool of Sanctity.

Fortunately, before Angel Jennifer’s power was completely exhausted, it managed to return to the side of Hamaliel Four-winged Angel!

At this moment, Angel Hamaliel was discussing with two other Descending Angels and the Pope of Holy Church—the total number of angels descending was five, with Hamaliel leading the group, while the remaining four, including Jennifer, were Two-winged Angels of the lower third stage, yet in terms of standing, they were not far behind the mid-third stage angels, forming the elite of the Heavenly Expedition Corps.

As soon as Angel Jennifer arrived—it rushed in through the window, then collapsed onto the floor.

Afterward, a weak ball of light floated out of this female’s body, so faint it seemed it might extinguish at any moment.

The Pope was instantly shocked, “Lord Hamaliel, what is this?”

At this point, Lord Hamaliel’s expression was grimly terrifying. Stretching out a hand, it caught the weak ball of light in its palm, then closed its eyes. After a moment, Angel Hamaliel finally opened its eyes, with a trace of anger in them.

The two Descending Angels were already impatient, and upon seeing Hamaliel open its eyes, they immediately moved forward.

Hamaliel, waving its hand, absorbed the origin representing Angel Jennifer into its body before speaking in a low voice, “They encountered a disaster, Philes didn’t make it back. Jennifer has used its last consciousness to tell me what happened… Rest assured, upon our return, I will apply to have Jennifer’s origin placed in the Pool of Sanctity for restoration. Sadly, Philes may never come back.”

“Philes and Jennifer were sent to retrieve the holy remains… what terrible opponent did they encounter?” Another male Descending Angel spoke with a grim expression.

With Philes perished and Jennifer barely making it back, this event had already sounded a warning of danger to these Descending Angels—a sub-world possesses a terrifying foe capable of threatening and even annihilating them.

“A mysterious man.” Sharing Jennifer’s consciousness, Hamaliel already knew what had happened… Having said this, Angel Hamaliel looked toward the Pope, coldly saying, “I didn’t expect the former Warden of Shenwei Prison to have fallen into becoming a formidable God Defiler, capable of cultivating such a heretic, you’re truly fit to be Pope!”

Philes and Angel Jennifer’s matter hadn’t yet become clear. The instant words from Hamaliel shocked the two Descending Angels.

They naturally understood what a God-defiling heretic was… It was a group completely devoid of faith, denying the existence of faith from the deepest of hearts, even immune to divine power attacks—a horrifying heretic!

Immune to divine power means immune to most angel attacks, and confronting such a God-defiling heretic can only rely purely on physical blows… Among numerous heretics, God-defilers are considered the most challenging to deal with.

“What?” The Pope’s face slightly changed, “Strala is a God-defiler? That’s impossible… Thirty years ago, Strala’s divine power was comparable to those hundred-year Ascetic Monks in Holy Church’s restricted area, its purity of divine power even difficult for Prayer Aggregators to compare, how could he be a God-defiler?”

“Humph.” Lord Hamaliel sneered, “In that case, are you suggesting that the intelligence Angel Jennifer brought back at the cost of its life was wrong?”

“No.” The Pope shook his head, saying humbly, “It just feels like there are many suspicious places at this moment… Lord Hamaliel, could you give me some time to thoroughly investigate?”

“No need.” Lord Hamaliel waved a hand, speaking in a deep voice, “Once God-defilers are discovered, they must be eradicated immediately! God-defilers are like a plague, capable of infecting others at the fastest speed! I absolutely cannot allow the source of this disaster to develop freely outside!”

“Vasco Paladin should still be here, allow me to contact him for clarification.” The Pope cautiously spoke.

“I said, no need.” Lord Hamaliel flicked a hand, then sternly said, “Pope, please summon all current Paladins and the priest team of the Holy City! I am setting out to Britain… now!”

The Pope has left… As a Pope with faith, he cannot defy the will of the envoy from Heaven—his strength simply doesn’t allow him to.

“My lord, to actually mobilize most of the Holy Church’s power…” said the male Descending Angel, somewhat surprised. “Are the enemies Philes and Jennifer encountered really that strong… within this realm?”

“It’s the Void Primordial Demon.” Hamaliel’s expression now turned serious. “Stretta has raised a Void Primordial Demon!”

“Unbelievable…” The faces of the two Descending Angels changed drastically.

Lord Hamaliel waved his hand, saying, “Alright, you two go prepare. Once the church members have assembled, we will set off immediately!”

“Yes…”

Thoughts quickly turning, but at this moment, the two Descending Angels did not follow the order to leave.

In the room, only Hamaliel remained alone, but at this time, besides the anger in its brows, there was even a trace of doubt—that came from the last information transmitted from Jennifer’s spiritual knowledge.

“The secret of this Sub-world?” Hamaliel couldn’t help but fall into contemplation, “Is this person perhaps a powerful being from dimension exploration…”

Thinking this way, Lord Hamaliel suddenly extracted Jennifer’s fragile source that had sunk into its body once more.

It gazed at it for a long time, and a trace of aberrance suddenly flashed in its eyes, “You may not know, that the reason Angels of the third stage can be endlessly born from the reincarnation pool is simply because you are created as expendable weapons… The power needed to restore you and to create another Angel is the same, so… why not increase my strength a bit here with you.”

The weak light cluster in the palm began to struggle violently.

But the next moment, it was [eaten] by Lord Hamaliel.

…

…

After dawn, the warm sunlight began to dispel the chill brewed overnight in the small town.

The sunlight shed warmth on the old, abandoned building, bringing a touch of warmth to Teacher Prin… He opened his eyes, found himself sleeping on the floor, and promptly got up.

Gazing at his own hands still wearing white gloves, a flash of hesitation appeared in Teacher Prin’s eyes… He hesitated for a moment, finally removing half of the white gloves slowly.

The Power of Death immediately poured out, and a small bird perched outside the window instantly fell downward—the teacher quickly put the gloves back on.

“I actually got through this time…” Teacher Prin frowned.

The outbreak of that Power of Death, since he had these memories over the years, had occurred a total of four times including this one—the previous three times each brought quite terrifying results.

The first time, an entire village died.

The second time, due to roaming in the mountains at the time, only a few hunters died… but the scope covered was an entire mountain. The second outbreak, the entire mountain lost all life.

The third time, anticipating something, Teacher Prin went out to sea, alone arriving at a deserted island overseas… That time, the Power of Death covered a range of 30 nautical miles.

As for the fourth time, he didn’t even notice the outbreak’s timing… yet it caused no destruction.

Could it be that after the first three outbursts, subconsciously after the fourth, he’s already able to control the destruction brought by the Power of Death’s explosion?

Not necessarily.

Teacher Prin let out a long sigh, the fourth outbreak had no warning, yet he vaguely felt a sense that the fifth might come soon.

“Looks like it’s about time to leave this place.”

To cope with such sudden outbursts of the Power of Death, he needed to find a place with few people.

He sighed, thinking of the Smith Couple still in the hospital, and after thinking for a moment, he went out the door, walking towards the outskirts… to seek some fresh soil.

…

Boss Luo retired normally to sleep after midnight… The maid came back, and Boss Luo felt he couldn’t stay up recklessly anymore.

At dawn, the maid, unaffected by sleep, was already busy in the kitchen, while [Eve] stood nearby, ready to take orders and report some affairs.

“Really… Did she really say so?” While making a Souffle, the maid smiled slightly, looking at [Eve] and said, “How amusing, debating such an issue with you, it seems this Ms. Lamias really is an independent woman.”

“Due to limited cognitive level, Lamias does not know her ignorance.” [Eve] shook her head, “Judgment: the threat posed by the woman named Lamias is zero.”

The maid’s hand, stirring the spoon, suddenly stopped, and she said indifferently: “You’re really making a fuss.”

[Eve] however said: “I’m obliged to eliminate the threats near my creator.”

The maid expressionlessly said: “I don’t recall writing similar programs for you.”

[Eve], looking extremely serious, said: “But the creator endowed me with learning ability, as a servant, I have to alleviate the creator’s concerns and solve problems! The master comes from Huaxia Country, so I’ve learned quite a lot of Huaxia Country’s history, recently I’m researching palace intrigue skills, the creator can rest assured.”

The maid’s hand stopped again, and the Souffle in the frying pan broke.

“A mishap…”