Chapter 266: Coward

In the early morning, the convention hall in Westminster Abbey.

The twenty-four Anglican bishops who occupy the seats in the House of Lords have long gathered in this historic church hall. They obviously received news that someone had entered the British Museum at night and killed the elf Gwynneville in the millennium painting. So when they were whispering with each other, the expressions on their faces were shocked and incredible.

"Hey, have you heard of it? Someone broke into the British Museum and killed Gwynnaville, the elf in the painting!"

"If I hadn't heard this, I wouldn't have arrived here in the middle of the night. Hey, do you know who did this? Gwennaville, the elf in the painting, is an elf who has survived for thousands of years. Not only has extremely high magical cultivation, but also can summon the undead knight Lancelo. In addition, she also has a group of difficult gargoyles and bronze puppets. It's really hard for me to imagine who can kill her in today's world!"

"Can it be the greedy and corpse-positioned guys in the Vatican? With their strength, it is not impossible to kill Gwennaville."

"It's not clear, the guys in the Vatican have been working hard to rebel our people recently. Not only did we transfer our believers and pastors to their camps, but we even tempted some of our bishops with unstable faith. So, this time, the Vatican was shaking the mountain and trying to show off their force to force more of our believers and clergy to turn to their camps!"

"This is an invasion! This is simply a naked invasion! The guys from the Vatican are invading us! Fighting back, we must fight back! We must win a religious war with the Vatican to defend our base in Britain, to consolidate the circle of power that we have finally established on a global scale, and to let the world know that our Anglican Church has the strength to replace the Vatican!"

"I think this matter is not done by the Vatican. Even if they want to target us, there is no need to choose the British Museum, right? This involves the political field, unless the Vatican people no longer care about the British government or the public's condemnation..."

"What do you know? Behind the religious struggle, there are always political struggles that are accompanied and hidden!"

Just as the bishops were talking endlessly, Archbishop Kantepale, dressed in a pope robe and holding a pontifical scepter, walked quickly into the church hall accompanied by Archbishop York, the second-person of the Anglican Church.

Whether it was Archbishop Kantepale or Archbishop York, the expressions on his face were extremely gloomy. Even those who had no eyesight could see that these two adults were in a very bad mood, not to mention that these bishops who had already become wise men in religious and political fields? They looked like a gaze and stopped whispering immediately, closed their mouths tightly, returned to their respective positions, and sat upright.

The atmosphere in the church hall immediately became quiet and dull.

Archbishop Kantepale, sitting at the top, swept across the faces of the twenty-four bishops with a gloomy gaze, and said in a deep voice: "I believe you all know what happened tonight, right? Someone broke into the British Museum and killed Gwennaville, the elf in the millennium painting. I don't know how many cultural relics were stolen. Archbishop York and I called you overnight to hear your views and opinions on this matter."

The bishops who are qualified to enter this church hall are all extremely smart figures. After hearing Archbishop Kantepale's words, they all realized that this matter is never simple. Otherwise, Archbishop Kantepale and Archbishop York had already sent the priests and knights who had superpowers trained in the church to suppress the bandits. How could such a great god be so tired to summon these people here overnight?

The twenty-four bishops who attended the meeting looked at each other and did not rush to speak.

A few minutes later, a white-haired bishop raised his hand and held his reading glasses, and asked in a slight voice: "His Pope, Archbishop, I will ask you, do you know what identities are those who broke into the British Museum and killed Gwynnaville? How many are there?"

The other twenty-three bishops also raised their ears at this time, looked at Archbishop Kantepale, waiting for his reply. Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can they be able to win a hundred battles, they all understand the truth.

However, to their surprise, Archbishop Kantepale and Archbishop York looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Then, Archbishop Kantepale shook his head and replied, "I don't know."

"I don't know?!" The twenty-four bishops were stunned, with a look of surprise on their faces, and they couldn't speak for a moment.

The church hall suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Finally, the white-haired bishop who had just asked the question broke the dullness in the church hall. He frowned and asked the doubts in the hearts of all the bishops present: "How could you not know? We have set up twelve 'Eyes of God' surveillance arrays in the British Museum. Could it be that none of the twelve 'Eyes of God' surveillance arrays sent back have video information?"

Archbishop Kantepale replied: "The twelve 'Eyes of God's, now all have lost contact with us. If I was not wrong, they should have been destroyed."

Another bishop frowned and asked, "Don't there be a complete surveillance system in the British Museum? Didn't these expensive high-tech things send back the video information?"

Archbishop Kantepale snorted coldly and replied angrily: "How can those high-tech toys fool ordinary people even if they fool ordinary people? How can they compare to the "Eye of God"? The videos they sent back are all vast, and the thick fog that cannot be seen with their fingers. They used to boast that these monitors could penetrate the thick fog, but now it seems that those words are simply made up by profiteers to fool people, which is even more false than the promises of politicians!"

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

Archbishop Kantepale nodded and replied, "Of course, we consulted them at the first time."

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

Archbishop Kantepale sighed and replied: "They all said they could not see through it. The truth of the matter was blocked by a thick fog that could not see the fingers."

"It's thick fog again!" sighed the white-haired bishop, his tone looking a little strange.

Archbishop Kantepale heard the strangeness in his tone and asked quickly: "What? Do you have any clues?"

The white-haired bishop said, "It's not a clue. I just think it's a bit weird. Although London is called fog, the fog in recent years has become less and less, and the intensity is getting weaker. For example, the thick fog that was invisible tonight only appeared the night before yesterday... Don't you think it's strange? Don't you think there is any connection between the two?"

"The thick fog the night before yesterday?" Archbishop Kantepale was stunned at first, then was shocked. After looking at Bishop York beside him, he blurted out in shock: "What do you mean is that the person who broke into the British Museum tonight and killed the elf Gwynavill in the painting, the person who swallowed half of the spiritual energy of the British Isles the night before yesterday? Is this... possible?"

After shock, both Archbishop Kantepale, Archbishop York, or the other twenty-three bishops, after careful consideration, they all felt that this guess was very likely.

Someone suddenly became excited: "I swallowed half of the spiritual energy of the British Isles overnight... If I could also have such a skill, wouldn't my cultivation have made rapid progress? Even if I become a saint, it is not impossible?"

Some people seem to be very practical: "This person can swallow half of the spiritual energy of the British Isles overnight, and his cultivation is not known how strong he is. If you want to deal with such a strong man, you will be afraid that you will have to make great sacrifices..."

At this moment, Archbishop Kantepale's cell phone rang, but it was a bishop he had sent to the British Museum to preside over the situation: "His Pope, we sent to the advance team of the British Museum to cut off contact with us a minute ago, and life and death are unknown. There is a strange magnetic field around the British Museum. Once you get close, all the contact techniques and tools will be invalid. In addition, this thick fog that was unable to reach out to see the five fingers seems to have a sense of disturbing the direction. I am

I had already set out to the British Museum half an hour ago, but now I am still wandering around this damn street! Oh, damn, why have you been back to this fork in the road? This is the sixth fucking time. Sorry, Lord Pope, I didn't mean to swear, but this matter is really irritating. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister asked me to tell you, please try your best to send someone to the British Museum to arrest thieves!"

"Encatch the thief? Is this thief so easy to arrest?" After hanging up the phone, Archbishop Kantepale was in a headache. If before that, he was still wondering whether the person who broke into the British Museum was the terrifying monk who swallowed half of the spiritual energy of the British Isles the night before, then after receiving the call, he no longer doubted it.

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

Although gathering the current power of the Anglican Church, even if he cannot kill the terrible monk, he can still be seriously injured and escape, the price required is extremely high. Maybe, the superpowers that the Anglican Church has carefully cultivated over the years will consume a large part of it.

Archbishop York saw the hesitation in his heart, quickly approached his ear and whispered: "His Pope, don't forget that the Vatican is still staring at us..."

This sentence made Archbishop Kantepale instantly make up his mind.

"Although the cultural relics stored in the British Museum are rare treasures, they have nothing to do with us. There is no need to provoke a super strong man who can swallow half of the spiritual energy of the British Isles in one go! The snipe and clam fight, and the fisherman benefits. We cannot be a snipe and clam, and we cannot be a fisherman, let alone the Vatican fisherman!"
Chapter completed!