After seven days of docking in Aden, the Joan of Arc cruise ship slowly left the ancient port city that was swept by sandstorms. Compared to the glamorousness when he first arrived at the port of Aden, the cruise ship seemed in a mess when he left. Although the crew inside the cruise ship had been cleaned up, there were still a lot of tiny sand and dust attached to the surface. Originally, according to the captain and others' plan, he planned 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. At the collective request, the captain had to cancel the original plan and leave Aden early.

Just as Joan of Arc sailed into the sea, another British ship sailed into the military port of Aden from outside. Apart from the soldiers, the most noticeable ones were the 12 ascetic monks dressed in Western church pastors and a man in white robe in the bishop. The priest and bishop were covered with their own robes, and looked down on their faces, but they could vaguely see from the gaps between their clothes that they were all wearing ancient mail, which gave people a very strange feeling.

Just as Joan of Arc passed by the warship at the port exit, the bishop seemed to feel something, raised his head, revealed a face wearing a blood-colored cross mask, and looked at Joan of Arc. The bishop's actions attracted the attention of the officers on the ship, so he walked forward and asked respectfully: "His bishop, is there any problem with that ship?"

"Nothing!" The white-robed bishop shook his head and lowered his head slightly. It was not until the officer left that he said to the priests around him, and said softly: "There are some people on that boat with strong power. They are likely to be related to this incident in Aden.dao.com."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pastor on his right said in a deep voice: "Sir, do you want me to follow me and take a look?"

"No need! There are a few people on the ship who are extraordinary. You may be in danger if you go." The white-robed bishop shook his head and said, "Our mission this time is to check what happened here? Don't make any troubles. Just write down the name of the ship and pass it to Europe. Just let them pay attention."

After hearing this, the pastor nodded and said nothing more.

After the ship slowly landed, the white-robed bishop refused the kindness of the British official, and led his men alone, leaving the port and headed towards the old city. In cities where all of them were Muslims, such Western churches dressed in the streets seemed particularly eye-catching. Fortunately, the Muslims here were all moderates. Although they were very disgusted, they did not make any extraordinary moves.

Just when the group was about to reach the old city, they turned around and walked into an uninhabited alley and stopped. One of the pastors raised their hands when they saw that there was no one else around them, and then they raised their hands and followed a cross-shaped light from his palms wearing mail gloves. They instantly penetrated the wall and spread around them, feeling like a signal flare notification of their own arrival. However, for a long time after the light disappeared, there was no situation they expected, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread among the crowd.

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

At this time, the mosque was in the morning class, and long chanting sounds came from inside. Several Arab warriors guarding the door saw such a group of people dressed in Western churches coming over. They all became a little nervous and put their hands on the scimitar on their waists. The Western churches and their group did not intend to enter the mosque, but stopped at the door, followed by the white-robed bishop and turned around and left, and walked towards the desert outside the city.

Although the pastors did not understand why Bishop Bailang did this, they did not ask much. They just followed him tightly. When they walked to the desert of the uninhabited land, three pairs of ground wings composed of blood-colored light suddenly appeared on the back of the bishop Bailang. At the same time, they spread their body and flew up. When the other priests saw it, they also stretched out a pair of blood-colored wings and flew up.

They flew very fast. They didn't take long to arrive at the place where Xu Changqing and Raphael had been. After falling down, the white-robed bishop put down all the hoods on his head. In addition to revealing the masked face, there was also a bald head covered with strange wrinkles. These wrinkles looked like sleeping faces. Although their expressions were peaceful, they gave people a very strange feeling.

At this time, the bishop of the white robe slowly recited a string of scriptures. The wrinkles on his head were all stretched out. The faces also opened their eyes as if they were awakening. A blood-colored aperture formed from behind his head and quickly expanded, covering the desert.

"Die! All the angels stationed here are dead. And even the corpses are not left behind." The white-robed bishop said coldly, then took back the light. The wrinkles also turned back to their original state.

"What?" all the priests were shocked and said, "How is this possible? There are more than 70 fighting angels in the garrison. And Lord Raphael is there..."

"What? Do you think I'm talking nonsense." The white-robed bishop turned his head and looked at his subordinates behind him. His tone seemed particularly cold. The pastors did not dare to say anything more when they saw this. They accused them repeatedly.

"Let's go! Let's go to Raphael and ask him what's going on here? Especially the three goddesses." The white-robed bishop covered his head while saying something, and then led his men to the center of the sandstorm a few days ago.

When the group was about to reach their destination, a ray of light suddenly rushed over from the direction of Mecca. The light came so quickly that the pastors had no time to react. They watched it rush towards the white-robed bishop in front of them. However, the white-robed bishop did not show any panic. He raised his hand very calmly, and was surrounded by a red shield, blocking the light outside. As the power of the light was offset by the shield, the person in the light was also revealed, and the unique leaves and wings easily revealed his identity.

The white-robed bishop signaled his subordinates to retreat, and then faced the sneak attacker in front of him, saying, "Azlar, you just like to play these tricks, so you can only be the shadow of the Angel of Death. Even if Samar has disappeared now, you cannot take over the position of the Angel of Death."
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