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Chapter 1813 The Death Pope (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Huh?" The burly man's eyes widened suddenly.

He turned his head, glanced at the fog outside the window, then at the thick fog seeping into the car window, and said hesitantly, "Uncle Mett, are we really going to get out?"

But Mette didn't reply. As he was speaking, Mette had already opened the car door and walked into the thick fog.

As Mette left the carriage, the faint light that had been illuminating it disappeared.

Thick fog began to rapidly pass through the car windows and rush into the passenger compartment.

The moment he encountered the fog, a wave of intense fatigue washed over the rugged man.

The burly man immediately pushed open the car door. "Uncle Mette, wait for me!"

But before he could take a step, all he was met with was thick fog.

In that instant, his body stiffened.

However, before he could regain his balance, a faint light pushed the thick fog aside, and Mette's face appeared in his field of vision.

“Follow me.” Mette glanced at him, then turned and walked into the depths of the fog.

The burly man quickly followed.

The deeper they went, the thicker the surrounding fog became, so thick that they could hardly see anything beyond the faint light of the green shoots. They could only lean against the wall, relying on their memory and groping to slowly move forward.

"Uncle Mette, what exactly are we looking for?" The burly man looked up at Mette in front of him.

“An item from the Church of Death,” Mette said calmly. “It’s an illusory badge. The president told us that finding that item means finding the place where Boris is sealed, and after that, it’s none of our business.”

"Oh, I see." The burly man took a slight breath and cautiously looked around at the mist.

Just then, he saw a graceful figure vaguely visible in the mist, hovering beside them, watching them cautiously and carefully.

He swallowed hard. He had never seen a woman with such a graceful figure before. Her figure made him almost subconsciously start to have some fantasies.

At that moment, the graceful figure seemed to notice him as well, and then slowly moved backward, as if preparing to increase the distance between them and escape from the vicinity.

The burly man instinctively reached out and touched the graceful figure in the thick fog.

"If you leave this radiant protection, you will be immediately swallowed by this thick fog." A sudden voice came from ahead.

The burly man was startled, but quickly came to his senses.

He looked up at the thick fog, but there was no graceful figure, only a distorted shadow of unknown shape.

The shadow clung tightly to the edge of the light, lurking in the thick fog, seemingly waiting for some opportunity.

The burly man withdrew his hand, closely following Mette ahead, and carefully surveyed the surrounding scene once again.

The area illuminated by that faint light has shrunk completely without anyone noticing, so small that two people need to stand close together to be enveloped in that light.

They seemed to be going deeper into the thick fog.

"Uncle Mett, still haven't found it?" The burly man lowered his head and scanned the scene on the ground. "Just how big is that badge? If it's not big, with such a narrow field of vision, it seems like it will be very difficult to find such a small badge."

"Huh?!" Just then, Mette stopped in her tracks.

He raised his head, looked at the narrow area enveloped in light, and frowned slightly.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the burly man, and asked in a low voice, "How long have we been here?"

“I didn’t check the time,” the burly man shook his head, glancing down at the time on his bracelet, “but it must have been a long time ago.”

“Tell me,” Mette looked up at the thick fog around him, “if there were a powerful object here that could seal angels, and it were within easy reach, would the President send his own people, or would he send outsiders?”

“Of course we’re on the same side,” the burly man answered instinctively. Just then, he suddenly realized something, looked up at Mette, and asked, “Uncle Mette, are you here to ‘pick up’ that badge?”

“There’s no point in saying all this,” Mette shook her head, gazing at the thick fog around her and the invisible shadows swirling within it. “Tell me, are we one of the President’s own people?”

“Of course they’re one of us,” the burly man said directly. “Didn’t you just say that only those trusted by the president can be given dangerous missions?”

“Yes,” Mette turned her gaze to the burly man, “but what if the president doesn’t trust us anymore?”

“How could that be—” The burly man instinctively wanted to refute, but then suddenly realized something, lowered his head and looked at Mette, “You mean, my little sister… but that’s impossible, we haven’t even lured her in yet, she doesn’t know anything!”

As they spoke, the shadows in the thick fog beside them suddenly trembled and crashed into the glimmer of light beside them.

Both of them leaned backward at the same time.

The shadow struck the barrier of fading light, creating a dent, before bouncing back.

But the burly man who was retreating seemed to have kicked something.

He looked down at the thing that had been kicked on the ground.

It was a skeleton wrapped in a uniform.

Meanwhile, Mette lowered her head and looked at the uniform on the skeleton. "It's someone from the Secret Service. The president sent people here a while ago."

The moment he finished speaking, the skeleton wrapped in clothes suddenly reached out and grabbed the burly man's ankle.

The burly man exerted a sudden force, breaking the skeleton in two.

Just then, from the thick fog on the side, a shadow transformed into a sharp spike and suddenly pierced inward.

The spike pierced the barrier of radiance.

Upon seeing this, the burly man paused briefly before stepping forward to block Mette's path, shouting, "Uncle Mette, run! I'll cover your retreat!"

Previous attempts have proven that Mette will not easily give up on him and will save him.

Uncle Mette, being a B-rank powerhouse, was not afraid of these attacks at all.

And this is precisely the time to show loyalty.

puff--

Before he could finish speaking, the dark spikes pierced through the dim light barrier and through his body.

The blood splattered onto the thick fog, and was then completely absorbed by it.

Beside him, the faint light that had been lit was rapidly dissipating and shifting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The burly man turned his head and saw that Mette was running straight back the way she came without looking back.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but after the faint light was taken away, he had lost all protection.

The thick fog and shadows around him rolled in like a tide, burying his body.

He wanted to speak, but he could no longer make a sound; he could only watch the faint light in the thick fog quickly disappear into the distance.

At that moment, he suddenly realized why Mette had brought him along.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

In order to use him as bait when danger occurs, thus buying time for Mette to escape.
A dense shadow instantly enveloped his body, and he felt his flesh being rapidly devoured and peeled away.

And at that moment, he suddenly "saw" that the faint light that was moving away in the thick fog suddenly stopped, as if it had encountered some indescribable terror.

Immediately afterwards, the glimmer of light turned around and ran towards them with all its might.

Soon, Mette's familiar face reappeared in the rugged man's field of vision.

At this moment, however, the composure he usually displayed on his face was gone, replaced only by an overwhelming sense of terror.

Mette seemed to see the burly man shrouded in shadow, but without saying a word or pausing, he immediately tried to bypass the man and run to the other side.

But he was a little too slow. A huge hand, made entirely of bones, emerged from the distorted fog and grabbed Mette.

This powerful B-rank expert still had a look of fear on his face, but he didn't even have a chance to scream.

The moment the giant skeletal hand grabbed him, it suddenly exerted force, crushing his body in an instant, turning it into a pervasive mist of blood.

The shadows in the surrounding mist surged forward like bloodthirsty piranhas, rushing towards the pervasive blood mist.

And the tender buds, scattering a faint light, fell from the sky and slowly drifted to the ground.

The burly man stared at the tender sprout that had fallen to the ground, his remaining consciousness tugging at the flesh on his cheek.
"hehe--"

He let out a dry, hoarse laugh.

Soon, the soft laughter was completely swallowed up by the thick fog, leaving only a withered skeleton lying on the ground.

Thump—thump—

Just then, a crisp footstep rang out in the thick fog, and a skeletal hand, enveloped in flames, reached out and picked up a tender sprout emitting a faint glow from the ground.

The intense flames, like a blade parting water, pushed aside the oppressive fog, revealing a figure wearing a top hat, enveloped in flames.

He raised his head and looked at the thick fog in front of him. The wild horse, suppressed by flames, stopped behind him, its head lowered, with a flaming rein around its head.

He Ao led the fiery steed slowly forward, passing the skeletons on the ground.

Sparks covered the bones, and then in an instant, like igniting thatch, they set the bones ablaze, burning them to ashes and turning them into scattered dust.

The surrounding fog was getting thicker and thicker, so thick it felt like solid mud, making it hard to breathe.

The Church of Death had set up many points of interest in Ains; if Mette hadn't guided him, he wouldn't have been able to find this key location.

Of course, the path that Mette took was paved for him by the intelligence agency and Graystone Palace.

Within this thick fog, which is as solid as mud, twisted shadows swirl and peer in.

But they merely hovered in the mist, unwilling to venture any deeper and touch the blazing flames.

At this moment, He Ao also raised his head, looked at the thick fog in the sky, and said calmly but hoarsely, "Now that I've come all this way, you should at least come out and see me."

As he spoke, the thick fog suddenly trembled.

The thick fog parted as if sliced ​​by a blade, starting from in front of He Ao and spreading out to both sides.

It was almost a chasm that stretched straight to the sky.

And at the very end of this rift, in the place where the mist was thickest, a throne made of white bones appeared in He'ao's sight.

On this throne, a towering, mountain-like skeletal giant stood, looking down at Hoo.

He Ao's gaze swept quickly over the skeletal throne beneath the skeletal giant.

The throne was almost identical to the skull throne that he had seen before, the headquarters of the Church of Death, except that it had no doors or windows, and no eye decorations on the doors.

Compared to this enormous and terrifying skeletal giant, Heo's originally tall body was as small as an ant.

The skeletal giant's hand rested on the armrest of the throne, and two purple flames burned fiercely in his pupils.

He lowered his head and looked down at Hoo, just as a great monarch would look down at his lowly slave.

"Hawk, you still came here after all."

A thunderous sound boomed in the sky, causing the surrounding thick fog to tremble and churn slightly.

Heo stood before the towering throne and said calmly, "I should be here, shouldn't I?"

He stared at the towering skeletal giant. "You went to great lengths to deliver the Hell Manager's talent sequence into my hands, just so that one day I could stand before you."

"You seem to harbor resentment towards my gifts." The towering skeletal monarch still stood there, his booming and majestic voice devoid of any emotion, just like a high-ranking monarch reprimanding his subjects.

He calmly took out a phantom badge from his pocket and played with it in his palm: "Dest himself is my substitute, right?"

He held the badge in his hand and continued calmly, “I don’t know why you need me, but it’s clear that I have qualities that the other Hell Managers you’ve forced to grow don’t have. You need my soul as the core to control the souls of those Hell Managers whose consciousness you’ve washed away, and thus complete the foundational construction of the ritual.”

He raised his head, looked at the skeletal giant, and smiled slightly, "Then you can control that angel-level illusory badge by directly controlling my soul."

The skeletal giant's eyes, burning with flames, remained calmly fixed on him, without any expression or movement.

Just then, the surrounding void rippled slightly, and a blurry figure emerged from behind He Ao, handing him a phantom badge. Then, the figure stepped back slightly, took a package hanging on the flaming steed, and disappeared into the thick fog.

An invisible and terrifying pressure emanated from the illusory badge, and the surrounding fog also emitted a distorted tremor.

Heo, holding the illusory badge, looked up at the skeletal giant and smiled.

"Is this the badge you wanted?"