Church Chamber in Westminster Abbey in the wee hours of the morning. The twenty-four Anglican bishops who occupy seats in the House of Lords have long since gathered in this historic church chamber.

They had apparently also received the news that someone had broken into the British Museum at night and killed Jīng Lingwennaville, who had been in the millennium painting, so the expressions on their faces were shocked and incredulous as they gathered together and whispered to each other.

"Hey, did you hear that? Someone broke into the British Museum and killed Jīng Lingwennaville!" "If I hadn't heard about it. I won't come here in the middle of the night. Hey. Do any of you know who did this? In the painting, Jīng Ling Gwynnaville, who has survived for thousands of years, not only has a very high level of magical cultivation, but is also able to summon the undead knight Lancelot. In addition to this, she also has a group of difficult gargoyles and bronze golems. It's really hard for me to imagine in today's world. Who else could kill her!"

"Could it be the insatiable, vegetarian guys at the Vati.com? It's not impossible. ”

"I don't know, but those guys in the Vatican have been working against our people lately. Not only did we switch our congregants and pastors to their camp, but even some of our bishops who were not firm in their faith were seduced by them. So, this time the British Museum thing. Maybe it's the Vatican that's knocking on the mountain. I want to use this to show off their strength and force more of our disciples and clergy to switch to their camp!"

"This is aggression! This is simply a naked invasion! Those guys at the Vatican are invading us! Fight back, we must fight back! We must win a religious war with the Vatican in order to hold our stronghold in England and consolidate the circle of influence that we have built up so the whole world. Only then can we let the world know that our Anglican Church has the strength to replace the Vatican."

"I don't think it's the Vatican that did it, they want to target us. There is no need to target the British Museum, which is political, unless the people of the Vatican no longer care about Britain and public condemnation

"What do you know? Behind religious struggles, there are always political struggles that accompany and hide!"

While the bishops were talking, Archbishop Canterpare, dressed in papal robes and holding the papal scepter, walked briskly into the church chamber, accompanied by the second person in the Anglican Church, Archbishop York.

Whether it's the Archbishop of Kanterpare or the Archbishop of York. The expression on his face was extremely heavy. Even those who no longer have eyesight can see that these two adults are in a very bad mood, not to mention these bishops who have already been tempered into human beings in the religious and political fields?

The atmosphere in the church chamber immediately became silent and dreary.

Sits on the throne of the Archbishop of Kanterpare. Sweeping his gaze over the faces of the twenty-four bishops one by one, he said in a deep voice: "I believe that you all already know what happened tonight? Someone broke into the British Museum and killed Jīng Lingwennaville in the thousand-year-old painting. It is not known how many artifacts were stolen. The Archbishop of York and I have summoned you overnight to hear your views and opinions on the matter

Qualified to enter here, Bishop of the Church Chamber. They are all extremely bright characters, and after hearing the words of the Archbishop of Kanterpare, they all understand that this matter is not simple. Otherwise, the Archbishop of Canterpare and the Archbishop of York had already sent those priests and knights with magical abilities cultivated in the Church to suppress the bandits, how could they have bothered such a great god to summon them here overnight?

The twenty-four bishops present at the meeting looked at each other. None of them were in a hurry to speak.

A few minutes later, a pale bishop raised his hand to help his reading glasses. Asked in a soft voice, "Your Excellency, the Pope." Your Excellency, I take the liberty of asking. Do you know who these people who broke into the British Museum and killed Gwynaville were, and how many people there were?"

The rest of the twenty-three bishops also pricked up their ears at this time and looked at the Archbishop of Canterpare, awaiting his reply. They also understand the truth that only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one be invincible.

To their surprise, however, the Archbishop of Canterpare and the Archbishop of York looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Archbishop of Canterpare then shook his head and replied, "I don't know." ”

"I don't know?!" the twenty-four bishops were stunned. There was a look of surprise on his face. I couldn't speak for a while.

Suddenly there was a dead silence in the church chamber.

Finally, the pale bishop who had just asked broke the dullness in the church chamber, frowned, and asked all the bishops present the doubts: "How could we not know? "The Vision of God, the watchful circle. Could it be that these twelve "visions." 's Surveillance Circle. Isn't there any video material coming back?"

The Archbishop of Kanterpare replied: "Twelve." The "Vision" is now with us

If I'm not mistaken, they should all be destroyed. "One

Another bishop frowned and asked, "Isn't there a complete surveillance system in the British Museum?

Archbishop of Canterpare snorted coldly and replied angrily, "Those high-tech toys can fool ordinary people, how can they compare to the Vision of God?" It was all a thick fog that could not be seen. Before, they boasted that these monitors could penetrate dense fog, but now it seems that those words were made up by the merchants to fool people. It's more false than the promises of politicians!"

Then the pale bishop raised his head again and asked, "I wonder if His Excellency the Pope and His Excellency the Bishop have consulted the bishops who are good at prophecy and astrology on this matter."

Archbishop Kanterpare nodded and replied, "Of course, we consulted them at the first opportunity. ”

"What do they say?" asked the white bishop quickly.

The Archbishop of Kanterpare sighed and replied: "They all say that they cannot see through it, and that the truth of the matter is obscured by a thick fog that cannot be seen. ”

"It's fog again!" the pale bishop sighed, his tone a little strange.

Archbishop Kanterpare heard the strangeness in his tone, and hurriedly asked, "What?

The white bishop said, "I can't talk about any clues, but I am just stunned that it is a little strange and coincidental.

London is known as the capital of fog though. But in recent years, the sudden qi has become less and less, and the intensity has become weaker and weaker. For example, tonight's dense fog that could not be reached out of reach was only the night before yesterday, and there was a "Don't you think it's strange? Don't you think there is any connection between the two?"

"The fog the night before?" said Archbishop of Kanterpare, stunned for a moment, then startled, and after glancing at Bishop York beside him, blurted out in shock: "You mean to say." Breaking into the British Museum tonight and killing the man in the painting Jīng Gwynaville, the same man who swallowed half of the British Isles' aura in one fell swoop the night before?

After the shock, whether it was the Archbishop of Canterparé or the Archbishop of York, or the other twenty-three bishops, after careful consideration, they all felt that this speculation was very likely.

Someone immediately became excited: "Swallowed half of the aura of the British Isles overnight" If I can also have such exercises, wouldn't my cultivation progress by leaps and bounds? Even if I become a saint, it's not impossible?"

Someone seemed very practical: "This person can swallow half of the aura of the British Isles overnight, and he doesn't know how strong his cultivation is, and if he wants to deal with such a strong person, he is afraid that he will have to pay a great sacrifice to do it."

At this moment, the mobile phone of the Archbishop of Kanterpare rang, but it was one of the bishops he had sent to the British Museum to preside over the situation: "Your Excellency, the advance team we sent to the British Museum cut us off a minute ago, and its fate is unknown. There's a quirky encounter around the British Museum. Once close, all contact spells and tools will fail. In addition, there seems to be a sense of distraction in this thick fog that I can't see my fingers, and I was ready to go to the British Museum half an hour ago, but now, I'm still going around in circles on this damn street! Oh, damn it, why are you back at this fork in the road? This is the sixth time. I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I didn't mean to be expletive, but it was too irritating. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, Her Majesty the Queen and Her Excellency asked me to tell you that you could send someone to the British Museum to pick up the thieves!"

"Is this thief so easy to catch?" Archbishop Canterpare had a headache as he hung up. If before that, he was still wondering if the person who broke into the British Museum Union was the terrible monk who had swallowed half of the aura of the British Isles the night before, then after receiving this call, he no longer doubted it.

The man who broke into the British Museum was definitely the terrible monk.

Although it is a collection of the current power of the Anglican Church. Even if he couldn't kill that terrible monk, he would be able to escape with serious injuries, but the price to pay would be extremely high. Perhaps, the Episcopal Church has carefully cultivated the supernatural beings for so many years, and a large part of it will be consumed by this.

The Archbishop of York saw the hesitation in his heart, and hurriedly leaned into his ear and whispered: "Your Excellency, don't forget, the Vatican is still staring at us."

This sentence made the Archbishop of Kanterpare make up his mind in an instant.

"Although the cultural relics stored in the British Museum are all rare treasures, they have nothing to do with us, and we can't provoke a powerhouse who can swallow half of the aura of the British Isles in one go for these things that have nothing to do with us!

This reason seems to be for the sake of the overall situation, but in fact, it means that these people have been completely cowardly before the war has started!