Chapter 8 Orwell
Clutching the lotus staff, which was only half remaining in her hand, Agnese Sanctis looked warily towards the cabin door. Suddenly, she felt that perhaps she was too nervous—what danger could there be here?
This was a ship of the Roman Orthodox Church. Setting aside the excellent attributes of the hull itself, countless magical enchantments had also been applied to the ship. Even if it encountered a tsunami, it could safely rush out, with almost no possibility of sinking.
As for pirates hijacking the ship… pirates with genuine backing and strength wouldn't dare to provoke this ship, and minor characters who didn't recognize the ship were even less worth mentioning; the cruise ship's security department could easily dispatch them.
While Agnese Sanctis was thinking, the cabin door was pushed open.
A figure appeared in the doorway.
His robust physique almost filled the entire doorframe. He wore a blue long-sleeved golf shirt, with a white T-shirt underneath, and similarly blue casual trousers.
His strong muscles stretched the casual outfit taut, as if it could burst open at any moment…
In an environment dominated by priests and mages, Agnese Sanctis rarely saw such a strong man—he felt completely out of place with the Cross Religion's style.
But the moment she saw him, Agnese Sanctis realized from the bottom of her heart—this was a person from the Cross Religion, and a very high-ranking one at that…
—The Pope City's reaction this time was too quick, wasn't it? Has the person responsible for the revenge operation already arrived?
Agnese Sanctis's mood was complicated—she had thought she could delay a bit longer, but now it seemed there was no escaping.
The judgment for their defeated army had probably arrived with this man, hadn't it?
The man in the doorway surveyed the battle nuns who were standing by in the hall, ready for action. Hundreds of magic spells, poised to strike, were simultaneously aimed at the door, but he remained unperturbed, seemingly ignoring these unthreatening attacks.
The battle nuns exchanged glances, somewhat wavering—the man's reaction and expression reminded them of Lin Wuming, whom they had encountered not long ago…
“The morale is good,” the man nodded, as if in approval, or perhaps just stating a fact, “There’s still hope.”
“Who are you?” Agnese Sanctis stepped forward.
“You can call me ‘Front’; you don’t need to know anything else,” the man asked, “Now, tell me about the battle. What are your casualties?”
Immediately after, Front’s gaze swept across the hall: “It seems there are no casualties…”
“You’re right, Our…” Agnese Sanctis pursed her lips and said, “Our have no casualties, everyone is here…”
“Hmm, the enemy is very strong. Is it that Lin Wuming?” Front nodded calmly, “Does he use magic?”
“…I’m sorry, Our didn’t manage to test him out,” Agnese Sanctis said.
They had been defeated too quickly, unable to even see the opponent’s trump cards—this was something truly difficult to admit.
Front didn’t mind and continued to ask, “What about the book of the law?”
“According to verification, what Orsola Aquinas grasped was merely an incorrect interpretation method. It was only due to ignorance that she mistakenly believed she had found the correct method,” Agnese Sanctis quickly said.
This was probably the only “achievement” they could present; at least the fundamental goal of “preventing the power of the book of the law from overflowing” had been achieved.
Of course, this was actually also because the Christian Church was worried about trouble, so they carried out the verification and clarification in Front of her.
In this way, Sister Orsola lost her greatest value, and the Roman Orthodox Church would not endlessly entangle with the Christian Church over such a minor matter…
“It seems the Cross Religion’s rule is still stable,” Front nodded, “This matter ends here. You will report to His Holiness the Pope yourselves after you return.”
“Then you…”
“I am here to handle another matter,” Front said.
Saying that, he took a step forward, “squeezing” himself into the hall.
Agnese Sanctis involuntarily took a step back, and the surrounding nuns became extremely tense; some even dropped their spiritual artifacts to the ground.
Objectively speaking, he was just a relatively strong man; his physique hadn't exceeded the normal human range. But to the battle nuns at that moment, it was as if they were not facing a person, but a mountain or a vast ocean…
“In your opinion…” Front asked, “Who is stronger, Lin Wuming or I?”
Agnese Sanctis opened her mouth, steadfastly resisting the oppressive force without falling, and finally shook her head with difficulty: “Sorry, I cannot make a comparison.”
Front did not blame her, but merely said thoughtfully, “So that’s how it is. Has he become that powerful? Your defeat was not unjust; he is indeed an enemy you cannot contend with.”
“Eh?” As if seeing hope, the nuns all looked up.
—Not a fault of war. If they had the testimony of this important figure, perhaps their punishment could be greatly reduced!
“May the Lord bless you with a smooth journey,” Front no longer paid attention to these nuns and turned to leave the hall.
The heavy pressure suddenly vanished, and the nuns immediately dropped all the spiritual artifacts in their hands and collapsed to the ground.
Agnese Sanctis kicked off her beloved thick-soled shoes and sat on the ground, disregarding her image.
At this moment, she finally understood why her nun army was almost the Roman Orthodox Church’s only organized unit.
Because it wasn’t needed—the Roman Orthodox Church, possessing a strong individual like “Front,” essentially didn’t need a so-called “army.”
In the face of absolute power, the advantage of numbers is meaningless!
“Speaking of which…” After a long silence, someone among the nuns suddenly said, “We’re already more than ten nautical miles from the coast, aren’t we? How is that man going to get ashore? And how did he even get on the ship in the first place? The sisters outside didn’t detect any boats or aircraft approaching.”
The battle nuns exchanged glances, and then someone said, “He’s a top-tier expert of the Church; he must have his own methods, right?”
…
Front used a high-speed stealth magical technique, which was the same technique used by the British Knights to travel halfway across the globe to Japan previously.
Strictly speaking, that was actually a magical technique exclusive to the British Knight Faction, almost never taught to outsiders.
“However, you were once just one step away from completing your Knight's Emblem and joining Our,” on the coast, the Knight Captain stood on the breakwater and said loudly, “So these magical techniques were not kept secret from you, and you have always been good at learning…”
Splash, a figure emerged from the seawater, and then incredibly stood directly on the sea surface, gazing at the Knight Captain in the distance.
“As expected of you, your mastery of this technique is much more proficient than that of my young lads,” the Knight Captain said, “William Orwell.”
