Whew!

In Healy's eyes, a big man hiding in a load-bearing pillar allowed his companions and vampire beauties to exchange spears, and his face was showing an expression of extreme pain.

For him, the exaggerated scene is somewhat inhuman in the process of werewolf transformation.

First, the eyes slowly grew larger with red swelling, then the skull began to deform and protrude forward like bone growth, and then the skin slowly cracked and the face appeared with brownish-black hair.

A wolf-shaped head began to slowly appear, and as the head gradually changed into a wolf-shaped shape, the big man's body also began to change, and the nails that became more and more sharp pierced the skin, and the arms and legs slowly lengthened.

The last dark-skinned, stout, more than two meters tall werewolf was born.

"Sure enough, the height of the werewolf after transformation is 1.5 times higher than his own height......"

Healy watched the whole process, but still couldn't help but take a deep breath and spit out a smoke ring again, the transformation process of this werewolf is really painful, no wonder he hasn't transformed after the battle.

Whew!

The transformed werewolf roared loudly.

Healy subconsciously looked to the right, and the beauty's face changed instantly.

"Tsk, it's none of my business."

Healy looked around, looked back at Michael, the target of the werewolf, thought about it, and raised his hand.

"I'm sorry, I think you're in a coma, it's better to do things."

Michael's eyes widened suddenly.

"You!"

However, before he could say anything, a sudden wind sounded, and Healy had already raised his knife and slashed at Michael's neck.

Smack.

Michael, a big man, rolled his eyes in an instant, lost his senses, and slowly fell forward.

Healy hurriedly pulled him up, carried him on his shoulder, glanced back at the beautiful vampire who had just fallen in love with the werewolf, and quietly dived to another exit next to him......

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Meanwhile.

Lutheran Episcopal Church.

Knock knock!

There was a soft knock on the door.

Silently, York put away his phone, turned around and walked to the door, and opened the door.

A monk, who was also dressed as a monk, bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Father York, my name is Rachel, and Bishop Rover Shan wants to see you, and I am responsible for showing you the way."

York was not surprised at all, and responded indifferently.

"Hmm."

After all, the bishop's church occupies an extremely large area, in addition to the wide main building, there are several side buildings, and even a large front yard.

Not to mention the side building above, the area of the main building alone is already very large.

Led by the monk named Rachel, Yorkes came to a wide grandstand with a view of the scenery below and the grandstand of the city.

The corridor of the grandstand was widened to be twice the size of the rest of the corridors.

"Father York, please wait here." Brother Rachel nodded respectfully.

"Bishop Rovshan will be here later."

York reached out against the barrier of the hallway, looking at the hall and the cityscape in front of him, still in his calm tone.

"Okay."

Brother Rachel nodded again and quietly left.

Listening to the sound of footsteps moving away, Yorks took a deep breath of the fresh air in the sky, and felt relaxed and happy when a gust of wind blew.

I have to say that the place chosen by Bishop Rofchan to meet is still very good.

In addition, he has already been here, and now in addition to being relaxed, he has added a little aftertaste.

"It's a good place."

Suddenly, an old voice appeared from the right direction.

"yes, York."

York smiled and looked at the source.

An old man dressed in a purple robe with gold and silver patterns on the sides, a simple round cloth hat on his head, and a cross on his chest, looked at him with a smile behind his hands.

"Bishop Rovshan." York withdrew his hand and greeted with a smile.

"Hmm." Bishop Rovchamp waved his hand and walked slowly to York's side, looking at the scenery in front of him as well.

"York, it's been a long time since we've seen each other."

Memories flashed in York's eyes,

"It should have been more than two years."

"Hmm." Bishop Rofchan smiled with a reminiscence, and the wrinkles on his face wrinkled.

"Unexpectedly, this place has never changed, but now you are changing more and more."

Yorks understood what the old man meant, and as he began to move towards the hundredth of all attribute points, his temperament and figure would naturally change significantly, at least as he had guessed earlier, because of his health, he seemed to be getting younger and younger.

"Maybe I've eaten a little more lately."

York could only respond with this.

Bishop Rofchamp turned his head, glanced at York, and affirmed.

"Well, it's a little better like this, at least it's a little better than the way it used to be."

Yorkes couldn't answer this sentence, and he also felt that he was really unsmiling and cold.

As if sensing York's state of mind, Bishop Rover Schan smiled.

"Still, thank you for coming, York, your abilities are for a reason."

Yorks looked back at the scenery ahead and said indifferently.

"Bishop Rovshan, I am not with evil!"

"Huh!"

Hearing this, Bishop Rovchamp laughed so much that his wrinkles were pasted into an abyss.

"I believe you, York, after all, I heard that you took the initiative to take this matter on your shoulders."

York didn't speak, just watched the scenery quietly.

"Well, don't talk nonsense," Bishop Rovshan, too, continued to continue the conversation.

"According to your character, you must already know something about the affairs of the Monastery of Santa Kata, so what more substantial help do you need? Yorks. ”

Yorkes grinned, "I need a helicopter that can fly over there." ”

"Huh?"

Bishop Rovchamp's half-white, half-black eyebrows were slightly raised.

York was still calm, and of course he certainly wouldn't say what he was going to do.

"I don't want to waste my time on the road."

"York, this is not suitable for ordinary people to participate in." Bishop Rovshan thought about it seriously,

"It's a church thing."

Yorkes understands what the ordinary man in the old man's words is referring to,

"That's why I found a driver myself."

Bishop Rover turned his head to look at the priest next to him, who was much taller than him.

York's face did not change, "He will forget about this time, you just need to arrange for me a helicopter that can fly quickly to the destination." ”

The equivalent reached 6 tons of TNT equivalent, and the sacred c4 time bomb with a holy number of 600 points, it is no exaggeration to say that he couldn't think of the power of it at all, although he could roughly estimate the approximate explosive power and lethality from the yield, but he really couldn't guess this holy consecration.

I'm afraid it's all the Holy Light.

The scene must be spectacular, and he naturally needs a driver he can trust.

So of course Healy will forget, after all, this guy is his own and a fan brother, and this Erin trainee nun is a little troublesome.

(End of chapter)