Alfred gently tapped the temples of the two white-robed men with his fingertips, and then a continuous and crisp sound was heard.

The bodies of the two white-robed men began to twist, starting with their feet, followed by their legs, then their waist, and finally their chest, while their heads remained fixed.

There was no screaming, only a series of crisp sounds that were quite pleasant to hear, like the satisfying feeling of cracking one's own knuckles, very relaxing.

It was like the connected bones and flesh being grilled, sizzling and oozing oil on the charcoal fire.

"Thud!"

Two twisted figures fell to the ground, ending the broadcast of heavenly music.

Alfred looked at Hilly and said, "The young master is back and wants to have supper, but you're not here. As a maid, this is your negligence."

"Yes, Mr. Alfred, please, Alfred, my family is still upstairs, on the sixth floor. They're on the sixth floor!"

Hilly showed no shock at the power Alfred had just displayed. In her heart, she even felt that it was quite natural.

If the funeral home was hell, then she was the maid of hell, because she had seen the dead walk past her like living people more than once, and they could even... eat the food she cooked with her own hands.

Alfred looked up at the gray-white building.

To be honest, he didn't really want to go and save anyone, even if it was the maid's family.

His humility and caution had always been for the young master and the people around the young master, because the atmosphere around him could provide a more comfortable environment for the young master.

In any case, when Karun first saw Alfred, Alfred had exerted great pressure on him, not only in terms of strength, but also in the personal aura he exuded.

Moreover, Alfred keenly sensed that there was something inexplicable and mysterious in tonight's brutal behavior.

Reason told him that it was best to leave with Hilly without any unnecessary distractions.

But Alfred still considered things from the perspective of the young master. He couldn't say he liked the maid of the young master, but he was already familiar with her, and she quickly learned the cuisine the young master liked.

If all her family members died tonight, would she still be able to cook delicious dishes for the young master with a heavy heart?

"The fifth floor?"

"Yes, Mr. Alfred, it's the room where the bedsheet rope is hanging down. My parents, my uncle and aunt, my aunt and uncle..."

At the end of her sentence, Hilly's voice involuntarily lowered, because she felt that the people she was asking for help for were too many.

Alfred threw the hearse key to Hilly and said, "Take your brothers to hide in the car."

"Okay, Mr. Alfred."

Alfred raised his hand, and the ground beneath his feet silently sank, and the two twisted figures slipped into it, quickly covered by the soil.

Then, his figure disappeared from the original spot and quickly appeared in the room.

"Bang!"

The sound of a gunshot and a scream came together. When Alfred reached the corridor, he saw the residents of the building fleeing, and the white-robed men were starting to charge up.

Individual bravery often seemed powerless in the face of organized thugs, especially when the other side was armed and ready.

So, in the face of organized violence, an equal level of organization was needed to respond.

He hoped they would learn from this lesson, if there was a next time.

Hilly's relatives dispersed and gathered in this room. After the children went downstairs, the women did not follow, but picked up whatever they could use as weapons and went upstairs to fight alongside the men.

Now, Hilly's father and other male elders were almost all injured, with gunshot wounds on her father's shoulder and leg, blood gushing out.

After breaking through the blockage at the entrance of the corridor, the white-robed thugs began to chase and clear the rooms one by one.

Alfred now had two choices. He could take Hilly's family directly down the stairs and kill all the Holy Fire believers he encountered on the way.

Back in Roja City, he had this ability, let alone now.

But the consequences of killing so many people in a row were severe, and it almost certainly violated the "Order Regulations," which prohibited the intervention of demons and the church in the normal operation of human society.

Yes, this damn racial killing was considered normal in human society, as was the act of war.

All of these were explicitly prohibited from intervention by the "Order Regulations."

Alfred believed that the price of cutting a bloody path down directly would be that he would become a wanted criminal of the Order Church tomorrow, which would bring a lot of trouble to the young master, especially when he had already sensed that the flames tonight were burning somewhat strangely.

So, Alfred chose another way. He appeared at the door, with his back to Hilly's family.

At first, facing the sudden appearance of a man in a burgundy suit, Hilly's family was startled, but soon they calmed down.

Alfred sighed and said, "It's a good thing I don't like white. Now, go down along the bedsheet rope."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of white-robed men rushed to the door, but in their view, the room was already filled with raging flames.

"Damn it, who set such a big fire!""Grab it, drag it, and burn it, the fire is really something!"

Then, when the second group of white-robed people rushed to the door, they also saw the fire and naturally no one came in.

Although Hilly's family was a bit confused about this, at this time, even if the devil came to rescue them, they would accept it without hesitation, so the women started to go down the bedsheet rope.

Outside, there were still continuous screams, and some people were unfortunate and couldn't get the same shelter as Hilly's family.

In fact, tonight, not only in these gray-white buildings, almost the same scene was happening in almost every gathering place of the purple-haired people, and many unfortunate people were affected.

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Alfred took out a cigarette box and pulled out a cigarette from it. This box of cigarettes was brought back by the young master. The young master said that he sold all the other cigarettes and brought back two intact ones, one for you and one for me.

"Click."

He lit the cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled smoke rings slowly.

Alfred reached out and took down a painting from the wall beside him, throwing it on the ground, with two nails on it.

Everyone else had gone down, only Hilly's father was too seriously injured to go down.

At this time, a white-robed person passed by the door, holding a blood-stained machete in his hand.

Alfred reached back and directly grabbed his neck, then swung it down, and the man's head was pierced by the ground nail. After a convulsion, he soon lost his life.

Next, Alfred walked to the window and grabbed Hilly's father's shoulder, taking him down with him.

"Dad, Dad!"

The spacious hearse was now crowded with Hilly's family members.

Hilly's father was thrown in by Alfred at the end, and the blood on his body couldn't be stopped. Hilly could only press down on his wound with her mother as much as possible.

Alfred, while starting the car, muttered discontentedly, "The car is all dirty."

Hilly immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred, I will clean the car."

Alfred opened the drawer of the hearse, took out a bottle of energy potion and a bottle of white powder, and threw them back, saying, "Apply the powder to stop the bleeding, it won't dirty the car. Drink the other bottle, don't make a sound, it will affect my driving."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Alfred."

Hilly immediately poured out the powder to apply it to her father, and after applying it, the bleeding immediately stopped. She handed the remaining powder to her uncle and aunt to stop their bleeding.

Hilly's mother fed her husband the energy potion, and his face, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, recovered slightly, and his injuries didn't feel as painful.

At this time, the children in the hearse started to cry. They were frightened by the scene tonight, but they had been holding it in until now, and only now did they react, one started crying, and the others followed suit.

Alfred spoke up, "Whoever cries again, will be left behind."

The children instantly stopped crying.

On both sides of the road, several purple-haired people ran out, seemingly wanting to beg for a ride to leave, but Alfred ignored them and drove around them directly.

The people inside the car saw this, but no one dared to plead.

Finally, the hearse arrived at the funeral home. Alfred didn't park the car outside, but drove directly into the mourning hall and honked three times.

Soon, Pickdingcom ran over, and Mrs. Lake led Doradolin out, and everyone started to treat the wounded.

Alfred got out of the car and walked into the backyard, but there was no sign of the young master in the study or the bedroom.

Puerh rode out on Kevin and said to Alfred, who was looking for the young master, "Karun went out shortly after you left."

"Did the young master say where he was going?"

"No, he didn't. Um, are you going to pick up Big Butt, are all those Big Butt's family members?"

"Yes, they are all Hilly's family."

"Why is it so tragic?"

"There is an organization in the city carrying out a genocide against the purple-haired people."

"Oh, is it this again?" Puerh was very calm about this, "It feels like a cycle, one cycle for each period."

Kevin also nodded.

"I feel like this time is a bit unusual, the atmosphere, it's a bit unusual."

"Oh, where?"

"I said the atmosphere."

"Evidence." Puerh wagged his tail, "It doesn't matter, are the injuries serious? Do you need my help?"

"There's someone with a gunshot wound, Hilly's father. I believe Mrs. Lake has a way to remove it, but I can't guarantee that he will survive after it's removed."

"Of course, I believe Big Butt also doesn't want Mrs. Lake to help her deal with her father."

"Woof!"

"Alright, alright, for the sake of my elegant afternoon tea every day, I'll go see her father. I don't want her to prepare food for me with a worried look, that's a crime against elegance. Stupid dog, let's go, we'll go see."

"Woof!"

Kevin carried Puerh over.

Alfred walked into the study and picked up the phone, dialing Vani's number.

"Hello, who is this?"

"I am Karun's butler. I want to ask about my young master..."

"The captain went to find Karun. They should be together now."

"Okay, thank you, I understand."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, I just wanted to ask, you know, it's a bit chaotic outside now."

"Chaotic? I don't feel it, oh, maybe because I live in a high-end neighborhood?"Rows of swordsmen marched in two columns, their armor looking no different from that of the Order Knights, except for the layer of gold trim on their armor.

As they approached, they brought with them a terrifying pressure, even though there were only eighty of them.

Bishop Bern led a group of subordinates to stand here with great respect. This was a special guard team, a force under the Order, but not under the control of the Holy See, because they were the temple guards, responsible only to the will of the Order Temple.

The struggle between the temple and the Holy See was nothing new in any orthodox religion. It represented the highest center of the church's normal operation and the most powerful and prestigious group under the belief system, and friction and contradictions were bound to arise between them.

Even though the High Priest was to condense the divine tomorrow and enter the Order Temple, today he would still represent the Holy See in resisting or even counterattacking the pressure from the temple.

During the tenure of High Priest Lasma, the authority of the Order Temple severely oppressed the Holy See. If it were not for public occasions, High Priest Lasma would not even have the qualification to sit in front of the temple elders.

This term, High Priest Norton, was much tougher in dealing with the Order Temple. Not only did he make a print of the embarrassing posture of the temple elders in the battle of the Reincarnation Valley and send it to the Order Temple for appreciation, but he also said at his inauguration ceremony, "The Order Temple is a place to serve the gods, and the Order Temple is a place to carry out the will of the gods."

But at that time, no one took this statement seriously, but now it proves that he has done it.

Originally, everyone, including Bishop Bern, thought that during the tenure of the High Priest, the power of the temple would shrink and not interfere too much in the internal affairs of the church, but now it seems that they were wrong.

The temple guards suddenly descended on York City and directly issued orders to the York City District Management Office, with the stamp of the temple elders on top.

The high-level officials of the York City District, directly chose to submit under the pressure of the temple.

A man in a black robe with a golden mask walked in with the escort of the guard team.

Bishop Bern immediately led all his subordinates to kneel down:

"Greetings, envoy of the temple."

"Who issued the notice?"

Bishop Bern pursed his lips and replied, "Report to the envoy of the temple, all notices to the entire district are issued in the name of the York City District Management Office, and are submitted for approval by the Chief Bishop through the review of the District Bishop Management Committee."

"Heh, Wolflun, I originally thought you would cooperate very well, but it turns out you are just pretending to cooperate."

"Report to the envoy of the temple, we issued the notice to cooperate with the envoy of the temple."

"Cooperate with me? Do you all think I know nothing like children?"

"Please forgive us."

"We are guilty."

Under the leadership of Bishop Bern, the senior priests began to plead guilty.

"Where are the people of the Principle Temple?"

"Report to the envoy of the temple, the guests of the Principle Temple are in the a-3 secret cave area."

"Open the teleportation array."

"Yes, at your command."

This was a crystal cave, with a large space, and a newly arranged altar in the center, with various floating instruments on it.

Nearly a hundred priests in the robes of the Principle Temple were busy there, and more than ten of them were wearing the clothes symbolizing the bishop.

The temple guards entered and formed a formation.

Then, the envoy of the temple walked in, and an old bishop of the Principle Temple walked over and asked, "Why did you issue that notice?"

"Bishop Mombala, you misunderstood me. It was not my request, it was issued by the district itself. What can I do with these bureaucrats?"

"Has the control of the Order Temple over the Principle Temple reached such a low level?"

"I know you are being sarcastic, but to some extent, this is also an advantage of my Principle Temple."

"It is this notice that is likely to cause the long-planned experiment to fail. Any new god and new belief are born between other belief systems and church systems. If we blindly create a more relaxed environment for it, it will not even have the strength to break out, like a flower in a greenhouse, it will easily die when moved outside."

"But the matter has already happened. If it doesn't work, then choose another experimental observation point. Now, I want to check your research results on behalf of the elders behind me."

Bishop Mombala clapped his hands, and a crack appeared in the center of the altar, followed by a huge crystal ball floating out, with a mass of colors churning inside, and strands of color constantly converging here.

In the colors, it seemed that the form of a baby could be seen, but it was very abstract, like an oil painting washed by rain. The only clear feature was that the baby's neck was very red.

"Can it condense?"

Bishop Mombala shook his head and said, "The previous success rate was calculated to be one in ten thousand."

"And now?"

"After that notice was issued, the success rate we calculated is one in ten million."

"Is it doomed to fail?"

"In fact, this kind of data has no practical significance. It only represents a kind of attitude of our group towards the development of the situation. In short, it is from a theoretical possibility to a theoretical impossibility.""Why are we still bustling about here?"

Bishop Montbarr raised his hands excitedly and said, "Actually, it has always been a matter of 1 and 0. Because we are trying to create a 'new god'!"

On the rooftop of the department store in the Hammer District of York City.

Neo and Karun stood side by side. Below them, the procession of the Holy Fire believers marched on, holding torches aloft.

"You know, I originally thought this was just a normal occurrence, setting aside the fact that it's happening in York City, the capital of the Veyne Empire,

the intensity of it doesn't even come close to the tribal slaughters perpetrated by the colonial armies of the Veyne Empire in the colonies.

What really made me feel that there was something unusual was this announcement. If the district hadn't issued this announcement, I should be in bed catching up on sleep right now."

"So, what you mean, Lieutenant, is..."

"Just like the last time the Church declared war on reincarnation, I think there's a layer of secrecy here, and I want to try and peel it back to see its true form."

Karun spoke up, "But the district administration has issued a notice forbidding any Order Priest from interfering with the normal functioning of society."

Neo shrugged and laughed, "What does an order issued to an Order Priest have to do with me, a remnant of the Light?"

With that, Neo spread his hands, and a ball of light of the Light gathered in his palm: "Tonight, I praise the Light."

Neo then looked towards Karun and asked, "What about you tonight?"

Karun spread his hands: the depth of the Dark Moon, the warmth of the Light, the vastness of the Sea God, the ice and fire of Airen, the faith of the family, the mystery of reincarnation... even the Thousand Charms made a round.

"Help me choose one."