This morning, all the newspapers in Britain were heading out on the front pages of a massive demonic attack across the United States.

Due to the lack of defense, coupled with the fact that the North American branch of the Black Order has been emptied, the United States has suffered heavy losses, and although the US government quickly organized an army to counterattack, it is still in danger, and even the capital Washington is in danger.

The United States has sent a letter of help to the Black Order and the Central Hall to resist the demonic army.

I don't know what price the United States has paid, but the Central Office and the European allies have reached an agreement to send several exorcists and armed forces led by Field Marshal Groud to support.

Outside the gate of the Black Order, led by Marshal Sogaro, the "Divine Madness", the exorcist who supported the Chinese branch was also about to set off, and Yalian was also in the team.

"Have a nice trip." Komui didn't say much, just nodded at them.

"Aaron! Li Nali! Come back early! Miranda waved at Arlen, her holiness was very physically draining, so she took a break from the Order after each mission, and this time she was in charge of staying behind.

"Let's go!" Aaron smiled.

The group left the Black Order through the waterway.

"Why didn't you see the rabbi?" Aaron asked.

"I heard from the bookkeeper that they have other things to do, so this time I stay in the Order." Li Nali said.

"That's right."

"But I always felt that the rabbi was very unhappy."

"Huh? Is it? ”

"Yes, the rabbi really wants to take this opportunity to find Brother Instant," Li Nali's voice lowered.

"Don't worry, Li Nali, Senior Brother has been proven innocent." Arien comforted the maiden.

"Hmm." Li Nali also regained her smile.

The two chatted, and the team quickly got out of the waterway. The moonlight shone on the boat, and Yalian and Li Nali realized that there was another person beside them.

"Wow, ahhh Aaron was taken aback, "Crowley? Why the hell do you look like this! ”

The pseudo-vampire Crowley cowered behind Aaron and Li Nali, wrapping himself tightly in his cloak, and only his two glowing eyes could be seen.

"Yalian, you just said that Li Xianhua has been pardoned by the Order?"

"Uh, yes." Yalian still has an amnesty for Li Xianhua in his arms.

"Aaron, I remember that Aryadi was with Li Xianhua, right?"

"Well, it seems to be." Aaron sweated on his forehead.

"Then can we meet Li Xianhua this time?"

"Uh, I don't know!" Aaron decisively denied it, because the fangs in Crowley's mouth were exposed.

"Absolutely! We'll find him! Li Nali suddenly said loudly, provoking the people in the small boats in front and behind to look at them.

Things seem to have suddenly become complicated! Aaron was on the verge of tears.

The fleet slowly sailed out of the Black Order's warning range and sailed down the river into the distance.

Not far away, on a mountain stream, a rock suddenly moved, making a sound of Kalakara, and finally turned into a skinny lv2 demon.

The demon patted the dust off his body and turned and flew towards the city

In the French Embassy in Britain, Noah's Fourth Apostle, Cheril Kame, picked up the phone, put it down after a moment, turned to the Millennial Earl who was sitting on the side, and said, "Both groups of exorcists have left the Black Order. ”

"Let's get started." The sugar cubes used to drink coffee were stacked in the shape of a pyramid in the hands of the Millennial Count.

"Pyramids?" Cherier smiled, "Who will be the one at the top?" ”

"Of course it's our gods!" The little eyes behind the Millennium Earl's lenses smiled happily

Outside the embassy, the rabbi was walking down the street idly.

The scholar forbade him to participate in the mission to support the Chinese branch, on the grounds that he would stay behind to help him organize the information.

"Actually, you're afraid that I'll have feelings for them, right? Stinky old man! The rabbi snorted disdainfully.

The old man keenly felt that his disciple's heart was a little different from before, so he left him in the main department.

"I'll have to wait for them to come back," thought the rabbi boredly, "and let's go and see where the beautiful women are." ”

A monk passed by the rabbi and the rabbi stopped.

"This is the third monk I've met today. When did there become so many Christians on the streets of London? The rabbi was puzzled.

The Vatican has lost the power struggle with the Central Hall, and all the members of the Black Order have been driven back to the Vatican, and even the ordinary monks of London have gone with them, and some churches have even been emptied and unpresiding over them, as the rabbis of the scholars knows.

So the question arises: why has there been more clergy recently?

The rabbi looked back at the monk who had gone away, pondered why, and when he turned back, he found that he was about to collide with an oncoming man.

"It's going to be bad!" Rabbi thought.

However, the tragedy did not happen, and the man deftly bypassed the rabbi and brought a gust of wind around him, leaving an afterimage in the rabbi's eyes.

Strangely, there was no sound at all.

Who is it! The rabbi's eyes widened.

The man was short, down to the rabbi's chin, wearing a white hoodie and leather boots, which did not fit in with the people around him.

"Look at the dress, it's like the Middle East"

As the rabbi pondered, the man had already slipped into the flow of people and vanished.

"It's not quiet in London," said the rabbi with no smile on his face

The hooded man turned into a dimly lit alley and relaxed after making sure there was no one behind him.

The red-haired man just now had a sharp eye and kept staring at him, and he had to speed up to get rid of his gaze.

That person is the exorcist of the Black Order? The hooded man thought - the rabbi was wearing a striking uniform. His instincts told him that this exorcist was very difficult to deal with.

The hooded man stabilized his mind, and as the sweat evaporated from his pores, the hooded man's eyes regained his composure, and he tightened his cuffs and pushed open a door at the end of the alley.

Squeak-

In contrast to the stinking alleys outside, the house is clean, with bright lights on the small bar, not dim at all. The bartender wiped his glass, looked at the hooded man suspiciously, and several other guests who were drinking were eyeing him.

The hooded man didn't speak, and shook his hand to fire a sleeve arrow that hit the bartender in the throat. The bartender's eyes widened and he collapsed in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe that this man would dare to kill him.

"Kill him!" The drinkers swarmed up in unity, tacitly blocking the door of the house, and surrounded the hooded man in the middle, while one drinker stood on the perimeter, shouting a warning and directing the others to surround the hooded man in the middle.

The hooded man's body flashed green, and a "clone" identical to him appeared beside him, blocking the attack of the first person to rush up for him, and easily erasing the opponent's trachea with his Hidden Blade.

The green light flashed continuously, and the clones became more and more numerous, and they actually outnumbered the people in the bar, they killed the drinkers like chopping melons and vegetables, and went into the house and upstairs in an orderly manner, and it was not long before the two clones returned with a short, fat middle-aged man.

"Who are you? How dare you kill us? Do you know who we are? The middle-aged fat man yelled hysterically.

"Tell me about the rest of the Central Hall, and I won't kill you."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the other party knew his own details, and he actually had the courage to kill the door, this

"Ahhh The middle-aged man who was still frightened found that he was missing a finger at this moment, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Tell me." The hooded man said calmly.

The roar of pain passed through the thick oak door panels and became a cat-like sound, echoing through the alleys, but unfortunately not even a mouse could be scared away.

"I've told you all, please, stop torturing me." The middle-aged man collapsed on the ground, taking in less air and excavating more.

"Okay." The hooded man replied simply, and then cut the middle-aged man's throat with a knife.

The "clone" beside him is long gone.

The hooded man straightens his clothes and walks out of the alley to the next target.