The Joan of Arc docked in Aden for seven days before slowly departing the ancient port city ravaged by sandstorms. Compared to the glitz and glamour when it first arrived at the port of Aden, the cruise ship left with a wolf and a bad look, although the various units inside the cruise ship have been cleaned, but there is still a lot of fine sand and dust attached to the surface. Originally, according to the plan of the captain and others, they were going to stay for a few more days and completely clean the hull before leaving, but the passengers on the ship were tired of the city of Aden, and at the collective request, the captain had to cancel the original plan and leave the city of Aden ahead of schedule.

At the same time as the Joan of Arc sailed into the sea, another British ** ship sailed into the military port of Aden from the outside. In addition to the soldiers, the most eye-catching thing on the ship was twelve priests of the Western Church dressed as ascetics and a man in the white robe of a bishop. The priest and the bishop were covered in their robes, including their heads, and looked down on their faces, but they could be seen through the gaps in their clothes, all of them were wearing ancient chain mail, which gave people a very strange feeling.

As the Joan of Arc and the warship passed by at the mouth of the harbor, the bishop, as if sensing something, looked up at the Joan of Arc with a face in a blood-colored cross mask. The bishop's actions attracted the attention of the ship's officers, who stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Your Excellency, is there anything wrong with that ship?"

"Nothing!" the white-robed bishop shook his head, bowing his head slightly, and it was not until after the officer had left that he said softly, as if to speak to the priests around him, "There are some people in that boat who have great strength, and they are probably related to this incident in Aden. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a priest to his right said in a deep voice, "My lord, do you want me to go along and have a look?"

"No need! There are several people on the ship who are of extraordinary strength, and you may be in danger if you go. The white-robed bishop shook his head and said, "Our mission is to find out what is going on here. Just let them pay attention. ”

The pastor nodded, and said nothing more.

After the ship slowly docked, the white-robed bishop dismissed the kindness of the British ** official, and only led his men to leave the port. Walk in the direction of the Old Town. In a city where all Muslims are present, such Western churches are dressed up in the streets, which is particularly eye-catching, but fortunately the Muslims here are moderate people, and although they are very disgusted, they do not do anything out of the ordinary.

Just as the group was about to reach the old town, they turned and walked into an uninhabited alley and stopped. One of the priests raised his hand when he saw that there was no one else around, and a light in the shape of a cross burst out of his chainmail gloved palm. Instantly piercing through the walls and spreading around, it felt like a flare announcing someone's arrival. However, long after the glow is gone. None of them had come out as they had expected, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread through the crowd.

"Let's go. The white-robed bishop said softly, his tone was a little anxious, and he followed the group quickly into the old city, followed the road Xu Changqing had walked before, and walked to the hidden mosque.

At this time, the mosque was in the middle of its morning service, and there was a long chanting sound from inside, and several Arab warriors guarding the door saw such a group of people dressed as Western churches approaching. They all became a little nervous, and their hands were on the scimitar at their waists. The Western Church had no intention of entering the mosque, but stopped at the door, then turned around and walked away under the leadership of the white-robed bishop, towards the desert outside the city.

The priests did not understand why the white bishop was doing this. But he didn't ask much. Just follow him closely. When he walked into a desert of no man's land. Three pairs of wings composed of blood-colored light suddenly appeared on the back of the white-robed bishop. At the same time, he unfolded and supported his body. Soaring. The rest of the pastors will see later. also stretched out a pair of blood-colored wings and flew up. Keep up.

They fly very fast. It didn't take long to come to the place where Xu Changqing and Raphael had stayed before. After falling. The white-robed bishop lowered his hood from the ground to the ground. Except for revealing that masked face. And a bald head full of weird wrinkles. These wrinkles look like sleeping faces. Although the expression is serene. But it feels very weird.

At this time, the white-robed bishop slowly recited a string of scriptures. And the wrinkles on his head and the ground were all stretched. The faces opened their eyes as if they had woken up. A blood-colored circle of light formed from the back of his head and spread rapidly. Blanket the desert.

"Dead! The battle angels stationed here are all dead. And there were not even bones left. The white-robed bishop said coldly. Then the light was taken back. The wrinkles have also changed back to their original shape.

"What?" the priests were all shocked. He said, "How is this possible? There are more than seventy battle angels stationed here. And there's Raphael-sama in ......"

"What? You think I'm talking nonsense. The white-robed bishop turned his head to look at his men behind him. The tone was particularly cold. Seeing this, the pastors did not dare to say anything more. Accusations again and again.

"Let's go and ask Raphael what is going on here, especially the Three Goddesses. As he spoke, the white-robed bishop covered his head again, and then led his men towards the center of the sandstorm that had caused it a few days earlier.

When the group was about to reach their destination, a light suddenly rushed from the direction of Mecca, and this light came so fast that the priests did not have time to react, and watched it rush towards the white-robed bishop in front of them. However, the white-robed bishop did not show any panicked action, and raised his hand very calmly, surrounded by a red shield, blocking the light from the outside. As the power of the light was offset by the shield, the man in the light was revealed, and the unique pair of foliage and feathered wings revealed his identity.

The white-robed bishop motioned for his men to step back, and then directly faced the sneak attacker in front of him, and said, "Azlar, you just like to play these tricks, so you can only be the shadow of the Angel of Death, even if Samael has disappeared now, you can't take his place as the Angel of Death." ”

"It's not your turn to talk about my business, you bastard who doesn't even have a name. Azlar, who had an extra scar on his face, looked at the white-robed bishop in front of him with disdain and said, "Samael, the angel of death. ”