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Electricity flickered through the dark clouds, whipping at the spire of Westminster Abbey like a whip, stirring up a blinding flash. The torrential rain poured down and covered the whole world.

"I'm going to pee. ”

The Knight of the Round Table looked coldly at the old man in the wheelchair, and the old man repeated: "I want to pee." ”

The knight frowned, "Didn't you just pee?"

The old man, already demented, just looked at the knight and repeated: "Pee." ”

"When people are old, their prostate is not good. ”

Stone pushed the wheelchair and smiled embarrassedly at the knight: "It's normal to pee seven or eight times a night." Otherwise, let him settle it in the corridor......"

"Pee. ”

The old man in the wheelchair repeated another sentence at the right time, causing the knight to frown and pout Stone: "He wants to pee, what about you?"

"Help him lift his pants. ”

Stone said as a matter of course, "Why don't you come?"

“......”

The knight's expression became more and more ugly, and he waved to his companions, said hello, and escorted them to the toilet.

The Knights of the Round Table were indeed dutiful to their mission, and did not even wait outside the door for fear that they would escape, but stood in the toilet with their noses pinched, and said in a muffled voice:

"Five minutes, hurry. ”

"Can you solve this?" Stone pointed to the shackles on the hands of the old man in the wheelchair: "He is more nervous, and he can't pee when he is nervous." ”

The knight was expressionless: "No. ”

"We can talk ......"

"No, I can't. ”

The knight was impatient: "You still can't go to the toilet? ”

Stone sighed helplessly.

There was a long silence in the restroom, followed by a brief murmur as the Knights of the Round Table looked away.

In the silence, he heard the faint crisp sound of steel grinding behind him, and before he could turn back, he felt a chain fall, wrapped around his neck.

Tighten!

Kela ......

The old man in the wheelchair didn't know when he had gotten up, and walked behind the knight in three steps, his movements were light and agile, and he looked like he was in a wheelchair.

As if carrying a heavy load, the chains of both hands wrapped around the knight's neck, tightening and pulling, as if the whole person was about to lift the knight's neck and carry him on his back.

Turn your back on anger.

The knight struggled, but could not make a sound.

In the silence, only Stone stood in front of the toilet, his whole body relaxed, whistling to the melody.

After a long time, the sound of struggle was gone.

The old man let go, and the knight fell to the ground and never moved again.

Stone threw out a few drops of satisfaction, lifted his pants, walked to the knight's side and glanced at it, and shook his head helplessly: "Let's be smart next time." He was incontinent for the three minutes he wasted from strangulation to death......"

"It's been a long time since I've exercised. ”

The old man in the wheelchair sighed, "If you don't pay attention to it, it's a little overdone." ”

Stone didn't continue the conversation, but asked, "What about the others?"

The old man in the wheelchair took out a portable ether ball from his wheelchair, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and then replied: "The people on the east and west wings have been solved, and there is a bit of trouble in the big prayer hall, and I missed it." ”

"After so many years of recuperation, why is one more shameful than the other now?Have you been alive on a dog for so many years?" Stone sighed, "Forget it, I'll go." ”

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Half an hour later, the last body was dragged into the confessional chamber to continue its confession to God with its former companions.

"Calculate the time, the outside should already notice that something is wrong. ”

Stone looked at his pocket watch, "How long can the enchantment last?"

"Westminster Abbey has a special status, and there is no need to activate the enchantment at all, and the Concordant is a product that has not been activated for many years, and it is already a generation behind, so I am afraid it will not last long. ”

Mephistopheles thought for a moment and replied, "About an hour." ”

Before the words fell, there was a loud roar.

A blazing fire lit up from the window.

The earth is in turmoil, and the rain rolls up.

The fluorescence of the enchantment is lit up and flickered, and the rifts are all over the place.

Mephistopheles's expression remained unchanged, and he bowed slightly: "Okay, now there is only half an hour left." ”

"Half an hour...... That's enough. Stone bowed slightly and looked at Carol: "Are the children up?"

Bishop Carol, the titular administrator of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith, is now wiping the blood from his hands with a rag - after Ye Qingxuan became the Grand Inquisitor, he was officially appointed commander of the Witch's Hammer, in charge of the only armed knights in the Inquisition.

"Almost. ”

Carol replied, "The kids are all young men, and it's okay to stay in a cage for a few days and skip meals." Although the armor has been dismantled from the Aether furnace and locked in storage, the engineers are making urgent repairs, and there should be no big problem - the biggest problem at the moment is that the Knights of the Round Table have taken away all the weapons equipped with the armor.

Now the enemy outside is fully armed, and our knights are bare-handed, except for an iron shell. ”

Stone was helpless: "Can't you think of a way?"

"No, you can't. ”

"No replacement?"

"Do tables and chairs count?"

“...... Can't count, right?"

Stone sighed, "Damn, I made a mistake. In other words, our breakthrough plan is going to be stillborn?"

Carol nodded.

Stone was silent for a moment and asked, "Is it too late for us to surrender now?" The holy scriptures say that it is not shameful to temporarily bow to heretics for the sake of the long-term future.

We're trying to paralyze them, and then we're waiting for an opportunity, and God will forgive us, right?"

"Not necessarily. ”

Carol was expressionless: "And I'm afraid the Knights of the Round Table will not be surrendered, the Great Knight who just cut off your head in the Great Prayer Hall is the nephew of the Knights of the Round Table Commander 'Tristan'." The only heir ......"

". ”

Stone cursed and looked at Mephistopheles, who was looking up at the stained windows in the glass-roofed dome, intently wondering what else he could see as a blind man with advanced cataracts.

Stone looked at him.

He didn't move...... I didn't realize it, but scratched my face unnaturally.

It wasn't until a long time later that he finally couldn't sit still and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can solve it." ”

Soon, the floor of the chapel began to sink, and countless masonry shrank to the sides, revealing a downward passage. Mephistopheles grabbed the wind lantern and made a gesture of please to Stone.

Stone stood at the entrance of the passage, took a deep breath, and smiled: "The smell of iron maintenance oil......?"

But when the wind lantern lit up the collectibles in the upper and underground warehouses, he couldn't help but gasp.

What I saw was the cold glow of steel.

On the display shelves, from ordinary swords and armor, to small crossbows as forbidden items, to countless heavy to several people's high, power armor special impact guns, door-breaking axes, chainsaw swords......

Weapons large enough to arm two infantry brigades and a whole company of kinetic armored armor lay silently in the dark, coated with the childishness of maintenance, and exuded an alluring pungent smell.

Stone was silent for a long time, then turned around and asked:

"Isn't it possible to be hanged in Anglo for possession of weapons?"

Mephistopheles laughed, stomped on the mechanism, and triggered the hub, causing the wall behind her to slowly open, revealing the massive underground workshop hidden ten meters below Westminster Abbey behind the wall.

Dozens of meters of assembly lines, dozens of tons of windows, a dazzling array of tools, a steel furnace embedded in the wall, and even an entire ether-powered 100-ton press.

And, dozens of old priests in religious robes, their well-developed muscles almost bursting through their robes, and their hands were covered with calluses and traces of molten iron burns.

"Private?"

Mephistopheles shook his head disdainfully:

"--It's made!"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a pitch-black hand crossbow, skillfully examined the parts, wound them, and fired three shots, nodding with satisfaction:

"The priests who can stay here are all the technical backbone of the Order. For them, this kind of thing is just a manual job that has nothing to do to relieve their boredom.

Otherwise, where do you think Anglo's outgoing ordnance came from?"

“......”

In the silence, Stone's eyes became more and more strange: "How sad would those lambs who came to confess to you find out that the merciful and great bishop turned out to be the biggest warmonger of Anglo?"

"It is not easy to spread the gospel of God in a foreign land, so what is the use of relying on the little money allocated by the Order every year? If you want to generate income, you must always fend for yourself......

Mephistopheles said nonchalantly, "At the very least, I'll give believers a 20% discount."

Let those who used to fight fiercely with others over private matters now fight against the infidels for the sake of God! Let those who used to be robbers now fight for the gods and become the knights of the gods! This is a battle worth participating in and will eventually be won...... This is God's will. ”

Speaking of which, he also came to a famous speech by the first generation of the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, which made Stone couldn't help but spit on thick phlegm.

"What are you waiting for?"

Mephistopheles stretched out her hands and asked, "Shall I settle the bill for you?" and go free to do whatever your Grand Inquisitor commands, according to your plan.

May you save this country. ”

"Don't worry, we will. ”

Stone gave him one last look: "Even if you can't save it, you won't let it fall into the hands of demons......"

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In the middle of a raging storm, on the streets of the lower town.

"That's the most important storage of supplies. ”

Watson, who was in a wheelchair and handcuffed, nodded his chin in front of him: "Everything you want is stored there, after all, it is a tense period, and we usually leave the rotten goods that can't be sold there." ”

After a day-long transfer of property, the secret agent of the military department was already dizzy.

Although Watson has always been unusually cooperative, even handing over such vital things as the list of subordinates, secret stakes, and informants to himself, and the key bank accounts have been fully revealed, without thinking of any resistance, he can still feel that something is wrong.

This cripple in a wheelchair must have something to hide from himself.

Certain......

He was convinced of that.