I changed the world.

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Church, royalty, conspiracy, betrayal...

Too much information... Damn it, I don't want to hear any of this!!!

As time passed, the smooth white surface on the ceiling grew increasingly bright, gradually forming a giant crown pattern. The entire ceiling of the hall emitted a soft and holy white radiance. This incredibly sacred scene, like something out of a myth, stirred the soul. The team members looked up in awe, some unconsciously drawing the crown pattern on their chests.

The monster, shrouded in this holy white light, transformed into smoke once more in its final moments. This wisp of smoke shrank smaller and smaller under the white light, as if twisted to its extreme by some immense force...

“You are outsiders, you are a threat, even if you have done nothing wrong…”

"History has proven this. Think about it... cooperating with me is the path you should choose..."

"Think about it!! Think about it!!!"

"boom!!!"

The white light grew brighter and brighter throughout the hall, gradually reaching its peak. Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard, and the entire hall seemed to be swept by a gust of wind as all the white light abruptly receded inward!

After that, all was silent! Only in the final moments did the monster's sharp and evil words seem to still linger in the hall!

Only then did the lighting system, which had been seemingly damaged, begin to light up the surrounding area again, indicating that the strange force affecting these electronic devices had failed.

However, in this scene that looked as if it had just been bombed, many electronic devices, including lights, were genuinely damaged, and only some lights far from the hall were still functional.

Clement reached up and pressed a button on his closed helmet, then removed it. A strange smell, a mixture of floating dust and burning, filled his nostrils. Theoretically, this action violated tactical principles, as the battle wasn't truly over; they were still in danger. Losing the helmet's protection and filtration system would increase their peril.

However, Clément couldn't care less about that at the moment; he sensed the possibility of some kind of danger. He quickly gestured to his men, signaling them to remove their helmets.

The team members had a good understanding with each other, and upon seeing their captain's action, they all took off their helmets.

Clément glanced at his team members, then turned off the communication channel in his helmet. During the mission, conversations on the helmet's communication channel would be recorded, which was the key reason he needed to remove the helmet.

"We're all brothers who eat from the same pot, so I'll say it here."

"Captain, you said that none of us are the type to speak carelessly."

"Andrei, if you drank alcohol, you could even tell me the color of your mother's underwear..."

"Damn it, even if I've been drinking, I won't say a single thing I shouldn't!"

"Alright, everyone knows what's important, so listen to me." Clément stopped his teammates' joking around and swept his gaze across everyone present with a serious expression.

Seeing the captain's unprecedentedly serious expression, the team members present also put away their smiles and pretended to listen attentively.

"Don't tell anyone what you just heard. Keep your mouths shut and don't go around talking about it."

"Don't worry, Captain, we know the rules." The team members realized what was going on and agreed.

"We will definitely be questioned when we get back. Everyone must think carefully and not say anything they shouldn't. Don't even bring up sensitive questions. Just say you didn't hear clearly or didn't understand..."

“Listen, let me make this clearer. The secrets between those royal families, churches, nobles… damn big shots are not something we should hear about. If you don’t want to die without knowing why, you have to forget some things…” Clement said in a low, serious voice.

After he finished speaking, he looked at his teammates one last time. Seeing that everyone looked thoughtful and hadn't taken his words to heart, that was enough.

He nodded and then turned his gaze in another direction.

The mysterious man who was kneeling on one knee seemed to have exhausted his strength from the fierce battle just now. He was panting on the ground for a while before struggling to stand up.

"Sir, we are police officers who came in to search. Do you need any assistance?" Clement called out. Before entering the museum, they had prepared various contingency plans, one of which was how to make contact with a special target possessing supernatural powers...

Chapter 668 A Clerk Suspected of Being a "Protestant"

The identity of the Foreign Security Bureau is relatively sensitive, so in order to appear more approachable, they will identify themselves as police officers.

Clément's inquiry was an attempt to see if the other party could communicate, since he was still unsure of the other party's identity or whether he would attack them.

The mysterious man in the monk's robe had already stood up from the ground. Hearing this, he looked in Clement's direction, but simply shook his head at him.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be able to communicate, Clement exchanged glances with his men, signaling them to put away their weapons for the time being. He himself also put down his rifle, put on a gentle smile as much as possible, and slowly walked towards the other party: "Are you a clergy member of the church? May I ask how I should address you?"

“Child, you may call me Mr. Valentine.” The mysterious man spoke calmly, but did not answer his question directly.

Seeing that the other party was able to communicate, Clément did not dwell on the previous issue, fearing that he might offend the person in front of him.

However, he also had some guesses about the title he had just received. He guessed that this "Mr. Valentine" was very likely a former Orthodox clergyman.

People generally believe that the Republic of Grand is a traditional Catholic country, where "Catholicism" refers to the "Orthodox Church of the Holy Revelation," which is also the largest sect of the Church of the Holy Revelation.

The term "Orthodox Faith" literally means "orthodox belief," and when people refer to the Church of Awakening, they are usually referring to the Orthodox Faith branch of the Church of Awakening.

In fact, the Church of Divine Revelation has more than just this one branch. The religious reform movement that swept across the Western Continent in the 16th century led to the split of the Church of Divine Revelation into the "Protestant" faction, which is generally known as "Protestantism".

"Original Orthodoxy" believers claim they can hear the voice of God directly through the scriptures, no longer needing the Bergopelli Papacy. In modern terms, it means "no middleman taking a cut." Therefore, they call themselves "Original Orthodoxy," meaning "following the correct teachings of the Son originally recorded in the scriptures." To some extent, this is a form of fundamentalism within the Church of Revelation.

Clearly, both factions believe they hold the orthodox faith.

According to later theories, the Church of Awakening developed a vast theoretical system over hundreds of years. At the same time, its increasingly serious internal corruption made the people gradually unable to tolerate the exploitation and hypocrisy of the clergy.

Ultimately, the Renaissance led to the Reformation, and some believed that the teachings of the Son of God were enshrined in the sacred scriptures. Therefore, theoretically, reading these scriptures would allow one to directly hear the Son's teachings, without the need for the Church as a bridge.

Those vast and cumbersome so-called "theories" that cannot be directly found in the classics are contrary to the original intention of the Son of God and should not be acknowledged at all. This is the origin of "original orthodoxy".

Of course, the Papacy was unwilling to lose its traditional influence, so what followed was a brutal religious war that swept across the entire western continent.

In modern times, although the Vatican has finally recognized the status of "Protestantism," there are still many differences between the two denominations. One of these differences lies in the way clergy are addressed: Orthodox clergy are generally addressed as "Your Excellency," while "Former Orthodox" clergy are generally addressed as "Sir."

Although Grand is a traditional "Orthodox" nation, it also has a large number of "original Orthodox" believers, which explains Clément's suspicions in this regard...

"Excuse me, esteemed Mr. Valentine, what was that... uh... what exactly was it? Please forgive me for not knowing how to describe it, it was utterly astonishing..."

He buried his doubts in his heart, but as for the huge commotion just now, Clément could not pretend not to see it, so he simply asked directly.

"The demon Akbar on the clay tablet has been awakened by someone," the mysterious man who called himself Mr. Valentine replied calmly. Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Hmm... in some documents, he is recorded as Hagser."

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承和三十七年2016年4月2日02:39格兰德首府西黛市巴拉迪尔国立博物馆

Outside the Baladur National Museum, Ralph stared intently at the quiet museum entrance, glancing at his watch every now and then.

Another hour has passed since the two teams entered, but apart from the previous communication blackout, no news has come. The two teams, totaling 24 people, have vanished without a trace, like pebbles thrown into a pond.

He looked up at the sky, where two large drones were hovering in the dark night.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was quite anxious inside. Too many things had happened today, and the director had inquired about the progress multiple times. He was also said to be on his way here.

The cabinet has just called to inquire about the details, and it is said that the Prime Minister himself is very concerned about this and hopes to resolve the matter as soon as possible.

Ralph himself felt quite helpless. Originally, in the Foreign Security Bureau's plan, the airport incident was "under control." Although it would cause some chaos, it was generally manageable. After all, those so-called "terrorists" had already been monitored. The whole attack was just to find a reason to appease the church if needed in the future.

As they had predicted, the situation was quickly brought under control. However, the ensuing news left Ralf and the entire External Security Bureau in a state of utter chaos.

First, the "holy relic" they had acquired was stolen, reportedly by a priest with extraordinary powers. If this outcome could be considered somewhat predictable, or at least a test of the Church's capabilities, then the unexpected incident at the Baladur National Museum truly left the security bureau utterly bewildered.

At this time, a significant portion of their elite forces in Cid City were still dealing with the aftermath of the airport incident, and the unexpected arrival of the museum issue immediately gave the entire city a tense, almost volatile, atmosphere. What troubled him even more was that, to this day, they still hadn't been able to figure out what exactly had happened inside the museum.

He couldn't even accurately assess the severity of the incident, so how could he possibly respond to inquiries from those important figures?!

Just as he was feeling anxious and wishing he could rush in himself, the sky above him suddenly brightened, and at the same time, an uncontrollable exclamation came from beside him.

Chapter 669 Miracle

Ralph instinctively looked up, then his eyes widened. He saw that above the huge domed clock tower at the main entrance of the Baladil National Museum, the dark clouds began to disperse, the rain inexplicably lessened, and then abruptly stopped.

At the same time, behind the dispersing clouds, a white, crown-shaped light began to emerge, gradually brightening. The light was enormous, almost covering the entire sky above the National Museum of Baladur. The white light scattered down from the sky, soft yet not dazzling, bathing all the museum buildings and even part of the square below in its gentle white light.

Faintly, hymns of praise drifted into his ears, ancient and weathered, as if floating from a distant ritual. Yet, subconsciously, they reminded Ralf of hymns sung in a church.

"Who can climb the Lord's holy mountain?"

Who can stand in His temple?

It is that person with clean hands and a pure heart, who does not covet illusions.

He is one who does not make false oaths and does not harbor deceit.

Such a person will surely receive the Lord's blessing.

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The Holy Son secluded himself from the mortal world, and the gates of heaven opened wide for him.

City gates, raise your lintels high!

Ancient gates, please raise your doors high.

Because the glorious king is about to enter the city.

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I brought the entire burnt offering into the temple.

I want to make a vow to You:

That is, when I was in difficulty before,

A wish made personally.

I will offer up fat livestock as a burnt offering.

The fragrance offered to Your ram,