hunting light

Ian left the two secretaries on the spaceship. Alone, under the "escort" of four Holy See Army soldiers, he walked out of the connection cabin and entered the warship.

Not surprisingly, this place was full of soldiers with real guns and ammunition.Everyone stared at the young and frail bishop as if facing an enemy, with unconcealable confusion in their eyes.

The above said that this is a powerful bishop, so they should be fully alert, but from the outside, this bishop Mitchell is no different from other monks.And because she is still an Omega, she looks even weaker and slender.Not to mention using hot weapons, ordinary soldiers can easily subdue him with one hand.

"Ian." Guang Ji said in the sea of ​​knowledge, "They opened the electromagnetic shielding net and blocked all signals. We can't get in touch with the outside world."

"Bishop Mitchell," a strange officer of the Holy See Army stepped forward, leaned over and kissed Ian's ring, "we are here to welcome you back to Xilin under the order of Archbishop Xiali. Please don't panic."

"Thank you, sir." Ian said calmly, "But I want to talk to Archbishop Xiali directly."

"The archbishop is still receiving treatment in the hospital." The other party said, "The one who gave us orders for him is Bishop Carol, the archbishop's secretary to the cardinal."

"Then I want to talk to Bishop Carol." Ian said, and added before the other party spoke again, "I know he's on your warship, sir. It's probably around—"

Ian raised his head and looked towards one part of the second floor, his eyes fixed on one part precisely: "Brother Carol, why are you hiding behind the soldiers?"

The soldiers backed away, and a priest in a bishop's cassock had nowhere to hide but stood up.

There was a slight panting sound among the soldiers, and the eyes looking at Ian changed instantly.

"You are always so sharp." Carol walked down from the second floor slowly with oily sweat on his face.

Ian and Carol came to the window away from the crowd.

"I don't know yet, since when did the Holy See use warships, even three ships, to welcome an ordinary bishop, brother." Ian sneered. The army, that is, you are taking advantage of the archbishop's serious illness and abusing your power? No matter what the situation is, it makes me terrified."

"You're thinking too much, Ian." Carol chuckled, his eyes drifting away, "I went out with the army to do some errands, and happened to meet your spaceship on the way back, so I wanted to return to the ground together along the way. .”

"It turned out to be like this." Ian relieved, "I thought I made some mistake, which caused you to trick me back by taking advantage of the archbishop's illness. You are afraid that I will escape, so you let the warship come to escort me."

"How is it possible?" Carol laughed exaggeratedly. "You are just a bishop. For the sake of the Lord, what crime can you commit that requires the use of the army to arrest you?"

"I can't think of it either, so I'm very confused," Ian said. "So, is there any progress with the archbishop's illness?"

"Still the same," Carol said. "Keep unconscious."

"I thought his condition had improved." Ian said, "Otherwise, you should guard him in the hospital."

Carol's cheeks twitched: "Are you pointing at me?"

"Of course not!" Ian smiled apologetically, "I'm just concerned, Carol. I still haven't figured out what disease the archbishop has."

"The brain hemangioma ruptured." Carroll said, "The human brain has always been the most difficult area to treat in medical treatment, as you know. Even the treatment cabin given by the Lord is a bit difficult for the archbishop's illness."

"Why didn't there be any symptoms before?" Ian asked, "He will have four body scans every year."

"I don't know either." Carol replied vaguely.

"Carol," Ian said with sharp eyes, "I feel you are hiding something from me."

"You are too suspicious." Carol said impatiently with sweat dripping from his forehead, "The archbishop is 180 years old. When people get old, they will naturally get sick. We will be the same in the future!"

"You haven't told me the truth, brother." Ian held Carol's hand, and pressed his fingertips on the throbbing pulse of his wrist, "You have concealed something from me about the archbishop's illness, yes? Isn't he sicker?"

"No!" Carol was shrouded in a panic and anxiety that gradually became stronger, and there were throbbing pains deep in his brain.

However, Ian persisted in asking him questions, his voice was very deep, like spells, piercing into his ears.

"Is the archbishop not sick? Or is he not seriously ill? Then why did you lie to me, Carol? Why did you lie to me to come back?"

Each of Ian's questions echoed in Carol's mind, bouncing on his throbbing tendon.

Carroll never thought he was a sincere person. In his lifetime, he told countless lies, but he never felt guilty.

However, Ian's questioning tortured his conscience that he thought did not exist word by word, and gave him an urge to tell the truth.

"Why did you call me back, Carol." Ian whispered softly, guiding me, "What do you want me to do? Why did you lie to me? Why..."

why why--

Carol had a splitting headache, sweat rolled down his cheeks, and Ian grabbed his trembling hand tightly.

"Why, Carol? Answer me!"

The defenses in Carroll's brain began to crumble.

"It's the meaning of the higher-ups to call you back..."

A cold light flickered in Ian's eyes: "The above is referring to the Archbishop? The Pope? Or..."

"The pope and the archbishops jointly decided at the meeting." Carol's eyes straightened, "They have no patience with you. And Leon Coleman won the war..."

Ian's pupils shrank sharply: "What does it have to do with Leon's victory?"

Carol said: "Louis surrendered, and the Duke of Oran and his son will soon rebel...there can't wait any longer. The only way is to call you back and separate from Coleman. Without the dark sentinel of the light guide, It's just a single soldier with a relatively strong force value..."

Ian clenched his teeth: "The Holy See has intervened in Byron's imperial power struggle? Who is the side you support?"

Carol smiled: "The Holy See doesn't care who is the emperor. We only want to get the offspring of the Light Guide and the Dark Sentinel. Capture the Dark Sentinel, control you, and then..."

"My lord bishop!" An officer noticed Carol's strangeness and called out in alarm.

Carol was startled suddenly, and broke free from Ian's hand.

The spell like tarsus maggots and the dizzy pain in the brain disappeared, and Kroll was sweating profusely, as if waking up from a dream.

Ian withdrew his hand, his face frosty.

"The ability to guide the light..." Carol suddenly realized, stepped back hastily, and stared at Ian in horror, "This is the ability to control the mind? What did you do to me just now?"

"I made you tell the truth." Ian said indifferently.

Light guides do not control people's thinking.At least as far as Ian is concerned, he just made Carol consciously confide the truth by stimulating the mental network.This is probably an innate ability to extract confessions.

Although the forced questioning was interrupted, Ian already knew the answer he wanted.

He turned around and walked towards the dock.

"You can't escape!" Carol yelled.

Hearing a swishing sound, the soldiers raised their guns, and hundreds of black-holed guns aimed at Ian.

Ian raised his eyes expressionlessly.

The hands of the soldiers holding the guns could not help trembling slightly as the icy blade-cold gaze swept over them.

"The warship is about to land, Ian." Carol wiped his sweat in embarrassment, and chased after him angrily, "There are soldiers everywhere here, and without your sentry, you can't escape at all!"

Through the window, Ian looked at Xilin Star, which was very close at hand.

When Carroll was being questioned just now, the warship had been sailing at full speed, and now it was close to the atmosphere on the surface of the planet.In about 10 minutes, the warship will be able to land at the airport.And Ian's feet can once again step on the land of the motherland.

After an absence of 13 years, he returned to his hometown and let the warm and humid wind of his hometown blow through his hair, awakening his childhood memories.That was what Ian had been longing for on the return trip.

He didn't expect that he might walk off the ground with a gun pointed at his head by a soldier.

"You want to know the truth, so it's okay to tell you now." Carol said viciously, "Tricking you back is what the archbishop meant. He's had enough of you obediently obeying his orders. The Holy See wants you to give birth Children with the Dark Sentinel. Since you are unwilling to have children, the only option is to take coercive measures! As long as you and Coleman's bodies are controlled, how many children you want to create, is it up to us?"

Ian's eyes were as cold as a snowy night, staring at Carol.

"Don't look at me like that. The higher-ups make decisions, and I'm just an errand runner." Carol sneered, "Actually, when you woke up, the higher-ups wanted to get you two. But once you come, That kid Coleman has other uses; secondly, the Holy Master doesn't cooperate..."

"Do you want the Holy Master to cooperate with you?" Ian finally couldn't help but speak.

Carol grabbed Ian by the collar, pulled him roughly, and asked in a very low voice: "What do you think, idiot? Who do you think is the most powerful force in this world? You yourself I have suspected it a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't have broken the precept so easily, wouldn't you?"

Ian's teeth clicked lightly, and he felt that an icicle had been inserted into the back of his head, and the severe pain and chill spread along the spine to his limbs and bones.

"The one who cooperated with you is Raphael?"

Carol didn't answer, but a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"It's not Raphael, it's..."

"It doesn't matter who it is." Carol sneered. "The Duke of Oran is arrogant and arrogant because his son is the Dark Sentinel. He has already regarded the Byron Empire as his own. Now, It's time to let him taste failure. And your male dog will also thoroughly experience the true power of the Holy Lord!"

After Carol finished speaking, he dragged Ian over and threw him into a chair.

"You don't have to be too scared, Ian." Carol looked at Ian who was bowing his head and said nothing, and snorted, "Be obedient, use your strength to serve the Holy See, and spread your legs to have more children. I will praise you as a saint, write you into the scriptures, and live forever. Moreover, you can be with your little male dog forever. Isn’t this your dream?”

The warship has begun to pass through the atmosphere, causing violent vibrations.

Ian closed his eyes, his hair swaying slightly.

The vibration of the warship became more and more violent, and even the soldiers were a little unstable.

Carol staggered toward the seat.Just as he was about to grab the back of the chair, the hull suddenly shook violently, and the soldiers fell down one after another. The sound of twisting steel bars permeated the entire empty cabin.

Ian opened his eyes amid the strong turbulence.