Long-term salvation

Although this is not an easy task due to the large number of demon troops, the two Nikkis will cooperate with her.

"You really can fly...Okay, what should I do with you?"

Rhodes twisted his neck and slowly walked towards Asmodeus who was possessing the boy. He was now much more relaxed. The appearance of any one of the people at the Trinity Academy tea party could lay the foundation for the current victory and bring Rhodes strong support from the Vatican.

"Wait, wait a minute... I have a question," Asmodeus said tremblingly. "You're not telling me that Baal and Anubis, who submitted to you, were transformed into human women and became your playthings only after being defeated by you and your servants?"

Hearing this, Rhode's eyes twitched slightly. He didn't care for the devil's nonsense, but... among Kivotos' students, the prototype of Asagi Mutsuki's divine name was indeed this person in front of him. What if he really exchanged this girl in the future?

I hope the hearts of the Pope and cardinals in the Vatican are strong enough.

Rhodes turned his head and saw the priests approaching slowly - they must have heard the devil's words, and now they were looking at him with a kind of awe and a bit of inexplicable admiration... Damn it, he really should sew the mouth of this bastard in front of him first!

"What does this have to do with you?" Rhodes clenched his fists, his face gloomy. Bright golden gunfire streaked across the sky behind him. "Hurry up and get out of this boy's body and get on your way."

"No, no, I don't want to be treated like a human toilet by the savior of mankind—Puga—Satan, save me!!!"

The dog knows a lot... and I'm really sorry.

Rhodes opened his dead eyes, trying his best to ignore the piercing gazes behind him, and used his fists to fight back the devil's words again and again.

If you come out a little later, you can also see Satan or even "yourself" throwing yourself into my arms.

Chapter 227 The Rain Stops and the Wind Calms (3K)

The battle ended, and the rain clouds brought together by supernatural power gradually dissipated, casting the evening light of the setting sun on the exhausted participants.

But for the people of the Spanish town, all they knew was that a sudden, violent storm had just arrived, with lightning and thunder interspersed with the roars of wild beasts. For just a few hours, the entire world seemed to be plunged into a dark and dreadful night. But fortunately, the night will eventually pass.

When the wind and rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and a crimson glow spread from the edge of the distant sky, some people said they saw an angel flying across the sky. This might be exaggerated by the drunks in the tavern and described as one strange story after another, full of absurd content, but at least for the people in the town now:

Business as usual.

Perhaps this is not the case for Ms. Julia, who is at the center of the storm.

"Ms. Julia, he'll be fine."

Rhodes looked at the woman standing beside the ruins of the monastery. She was worriedly watching the boy Henry, who had been possessed, being carried into an ambulance by the employees of Plessy Logistics Company, while her daughter was fast asleep in another car. The girl had also suffered in this incident, but she was luckier.

"But...his eyes...and the marks on his hands..."

"This is the best outcome compared to losing your life and becoming a more terrifying existence."

Rhodes sighed and handed Julia a blanket. After letting the poor mother cover herself with it, he continued:

"Once the boy's condition improves, he will be sent to Arkham Asylum in the United States for at least two years of recuperation. You should take your daughter with you. Someone will arrange a job for you... Don't forget what I told you."

"Keep quiet and don't reveal your identity or anything that happened here."

"That's right. Now is not the time to reveal the truth to the world." Rhode nodded slightly, but then added, "Also, please don't look at me with such expectation. I don't have Jesus' ability to heal the blind, but I am very good at killing blind people."

After sending off the slightly lost Julia, Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief, opened his arms, caught Weihua who was falling from the sky, and then used the force to hold the girl in his arms and spun her around, making her long pink hair fly like a ribbon.

Such a light body, yet it can burst out with such powerful strength... It's incredible.

"As expected, with Sensei around, I won't 'fall,'" the pink-haired girl nuzzled Rhodes' chest, took a half step back, and whispered with a strange expression, "Although I don't mind, the number of girls around you is still beyond my expectation."

"I'm so sorry, my most important princess."

"Well... please be serious!" The pink-haired girl's cute face flushed slightly at the intimate address. She poutily hit Rhode, causing him to feel a dull pain that even a demon couldn't inflict. "Is this how you trick so many people into coming to you? You use carefully crafted flattery to please me and make me obey your every command."

"Did I succeed?"

"Hehehe, it worked. I like to hear it." Weihua took a side step to Rhodes' side and put her arm around his arm with a smile. "You can talk more, especially before the others come back."

The interaction between the two fell into the eyes of Bishop Raphael and Father Amos who were not far away. The two old men then began to discuss in a low voice the effectiveness of nitroglycerin in treating heart disease and exorcism.

After sharing the medicines he had brought with him, Bishop Raphael glanced at Constantine, who was sorting out his photographic equipment. An inexplicable emotion crossed his face, and he whispered to Father Amos:

"You go back to the Vatican first and have the Pope prepare—call the best rescue team in all of Italy and have them wait there. Then I'll go back and arrive the day after tomorrow. Yeah, don't worry, I know my limits... It's because I've been proven wrong that I know my limits."

"Fanatical thinking is something we need to be wary of," Father Amos said slowly. He didn't hesitate to admit that the other person's status was higher than his own. Who else could be more noble here? So, Father Amos said mercilessly, "We have all seen too much of the dark side of the Church, and you are part of that darkness. Don't repeat the same mistakes."

"Since my sins are unforgivable, all that remains is to do my best in this world and not let the glory of my Lord be dimmed by the sins of my servants."

The accused Bishop Raphael did not get angry. He made the sign of the cross on his chest and looked with complicated eyes at the angel girl who was circling around Rhodes. The latter's bright smile and slightly trembling white wings made it difficult to look away.

I hope the Pope can pull through this time. After all, he already fainted once when he saw the "Baal girl" in the video before - I really don't know how many more years he can survive under such stimulation, but the next one must be chosen with a strong enough heart - Bishop Raphael's mind was full of all kinds of disrespectful thoughts, but his face still had that complicated expression.

"That would be better," Father Amos nodded slightly.

After a brief exchange between the two old men, they called Father Thomas, who had already treated the wound.

It was only after the battle that the young priest realized what he had witnessed. That was why, when Father Amos offered him a tour around the world to resolve cases of demonic possession, Father Thomas immediately agreed, even with some anticipation.

As for Bishop Raphael and Constantine... their fate is in Rhodes' hands.

Patting the girl's head, Rhodes saw the two members of the Holy Trinity approach cautiously, awaiting the Lord's questioning. They stood two meters away, with the collapsed monastery behind them. Black smoke from the blazing flames still lingered, tinged with a faint burnt odor—this was the pollution left behind by the demons, which would require disinfection and incineration in the future.

After enduring a brutal beating, the demon named "Asmodeus" was slapped out of the boy's body by Mika, who had driven him back. Wrapped in resentment, resentment, and despair at becoming a plaything in the arms of the man before him, it let out a few short, painful cries before disintegrating into ash in the air.

Rhodes didn't know whether the "demon" born in human thought could be resurrected, but he was sure of one thing, that is, the prototype of the Kivotos student who came to him now would never appear in this world again.

This is it, the only one.

This is good, at least Asmodeus won't be embarrassed in the future.

Thinking of this, Rhodes looked at Bishop Raphael and Constantine, who were cautious in every move, with amusement, and said helplessly:

"Since I didn't shoot you the first time I saw you, it means I have no intention of executing you anytime soon. Tell me, what's the matter? If you want me to go to the Vatican right now, forget it. I don't have the time, nor am I interested."

"No, no, no...it's about the Holy Trinity."

Bishop Raphael considered his words and raised his head to meet Rhode's eyes. However, this time, he did not see the blazing sun or the great existence behind the flames. After hesitating for a few seconds, Bishop Raphael slowly said:

"How do you want us to behave?"

"Let's resolve the inevitable division and chaos first," Rhodes said calmly. He put his arm around Weihua's shoulders (which made the old bishop's eyes and heart twitch slightly) and waved to the Nikkis who had returned from afar. "If you are willing to follow me, then follow me. If you are not willing, there is no need to force me. But those who follow me must remember this: death is the only ending. There is no heaven to ascend to, and no hell to descend into."

"...Yes, my Lord, I will handle this with caution."

Bishop Raphael replied respectfully, and unlike in the past, at this moment, he was consistent in his words and deeds.

Now that the demons from the monastery have been banished, there is no reason for them to linger here any longer.

After waving goodbye to Father Amos and the others, Rhodes drove a pickup truck brought by the employees of Plessy Logistics Company - the car he was driving before had long been a victim of the magic tide and turned into a pile of scrap metal that needed to be destroyed - and then took the girls and Little Red Riding Hood's motorcycle, and he planned to slowly return to the town.

Perhaps I could stay here a little longer? It would be both a break and a way to stay alert to possible contamination from the otherworld.

As night fell and the veil of darkness descended from the sky, Rhodes saw a familiar figure entering the town under the street light at the intersection. The figure was wearing a long hooded cloak and looked like a witch who had traveled here from the Middle Ages.

It's Nikki, D.

Why did this girl get here?

Rhode raised his eyebrows slightly, but he still stopped the car beside Nikki, rolled down the window, whistled in a vulgar way, and asked with a smile:

"Hey, beautiful lady, you want a ride?"

"...If you don't mind," D said calmly. Even with Rhode's reaction speed, he could only see a fleeting smile. She opened the car door and squeezed into the back seat with Little Red Riding Hood and Weihua. "The construction of the secret action agency is still going smoothly, but I have something else I need to tell you."

"Okay, this looks like a very important matter. Where are we going now?" Rhodes pondered for a few seconds, then gained a little more understanding. "From your expression, it seems like someone is waiting for me... Is it a director of the Cogito Foundation?"

"Your guess is not far off—it's 'Perseus'. He's waiting for you at a house in a small town twenty kilometers from here."

"That's interesting. Come on, please lead the way for me, ma'am."

Chapter 228: Invitation from Perseus (3K)

About half an hour later.

Rhode followed the directions and drove into a town near Seville. This place was larger than the previous one, and there were crowds of people on the streets, seemingly celebrating some festival. After a while, he parked the car under a small Spanish-style building.

The building is three stories high and is not much different from the residential buildings in this small town. Each small balcony that protrudes outward is filled with flowers and plants. Some wooden sticks painted in different colors for marking are inserted in the flower pots, which are almost as cute as those ornamental plants.

But compared with these vibrant green plants, the building itself looks old and dirty. Time and wind and rain have continuously peeled off the paint on the walls, but as the residents grow older, even if it is repaired several times, it can no longer return to its original appearance.

After knocking on the door a few times, Rhodes heard a man with a slight Eastern European accent ask in Spanish:

"who is it?"

"An invited guest."

"Who invited you?"

"It was the son of Danae, who slew the Gorgon, who invited us to a feast."

The door was opened carefully. A sturdy man took a close look at the scene outside, especially at Rhode's face. Then he opened the door wider and said indifferently:

"The leader is waiting for you."

"Oh, thank you for your understanding, Mr. Anatoly Pavlovich Ulyanov, or should I call you 'Bell' here? Oh, no, no, you haven't been given that code name by the CIA hyenas yet - huh? You are actually called that code name in the organization... Well, please put your chin in and move aside, you are blocking the way." (Note ①)

Rhodes nodded slightly, ignoring the surprised look on the sturdy man's face, and walked straight into the house - the interior of the house was very narrow, but the floor, walls and stair railings were all wiped clean, obviously the residents also maintained good living habits.

Walking up the stairs, Rhode immediately saw a white-haired old man standing at the entrance of the second floor. He held a pistol in his hand and asked indifferently:

"What did we talk about the last time we met?"

"I've forgotten about it a long time ago," Rhodes gave the man a dead look. "But I can shoot off all your fingers before you pull the trigger... Mr. Andre, you'd better prepare some food. I just killed a demon that wanted to enter the human world, and now I'm tired and hungry."

"How can a young man like you have a worse memory than me?"

Andrei Malenchenko Zakharov, also the leader of the "Perseus" organization, sighed, put away his weapon, and beckoned Rhodes and the girls into the inner room:

The inner room was quite large, but the furniture and decorations were filled with an antique atmosphere, and the night breeze blowing in through the window slits gave it an inexplicable sense of warmth. Some ordinary Spanish family meals were placed on the table, and they were now a little cold, but this did not prevent the aroma of the food from filling Rod's nostrils.

"Eat, kids," said an old man in the room, also with gray hair. His skin was wrinkled with age, but only his eyes were still bright. "Andre didn't tell me so many kids would be coming. Otherwise, I could have made you a big plate of hot seafood risotto."

"Sir Antonito, please be careful how you address me. I am already old enough to be buried."

Perseus complained. He first poured everyone a cup of hot tea, and then introduced Rhodes:

"This is Mr. Antonito Rubalcava, a former member of the International Brigade. He spent several years in prison after Franco came to power. After his release, he stayed in southern Spain. He was an old friend of my father's, and later became an informant for the Perseus organization in Seville... There's not much else to say."

"That's all in the past. I'm too old to hold a gun now. I can only hold a shovel for making fried rice."

The old man smiled and shook his head. He stood up with difficulty, grabbed the thin blanket covering his knees and walked out of the room:

"You two can chat. I can't help much. I can only provide a safe little place. And you'd better hurry up. My two daughters will come to see me with their children tomorrow."

After the old man left, Rhode didn't have much appetite. He found a place to sit down and asked:

"I'm a little curious, how did you get in touch with D?"

"Mr. Irons contacted me first," Nikki emerged from behind Rhode like a shadow. She was still wearing a hood, only her wine-red eyes were twinkling with stars. "I was reorganizing the intelligence agency of the Army Without Borders at the time, and he said-"

"Those Soviets want to ask you for a favor."

Perseus said with a smile, but the smile on his face gradually faded and was replaced by seriousness. As Bell walked into the room and closed the door, the old man continued:

"The unification process between East and West Germany has begun. We are taking advantage of the KGB's chaos to reorganize our intelligence network. However, some of our collaborators... not just with us, but also with the Soviet military. They are panicking about the unification and hope to find a suitable place to hide from the spotlight for at least a few years."

Collaborator? Rhode pondered for a moment, and a clearer idea came to his mind:

"Members of the East German People's Army?"

"Obviously, there are about two battalions, nearly 500 people, including soldiers, junior officers, and civilian personnel. There are also some Stasi members, but I have classified this part as part of Perseus's intelligence network. Of course, more people chose to stay and wait and see."

Perseus sneered, picked up the ordinary white porcelain cup, and slowly stirred the already slightly cold tea inside with a tea spoon:

"They were so naive as to believe that those Nazi remnants in West Germany would let them off so easily—this had nothing to do with being a member of the Warsaw Pact or being a communist. It's like those idiots thinking that if the Soviet Union were a capitalist country, the Cold War wouldn't have happened... Without the Soviet Union, wouldn't we still have the Entente and the Central Powers? That's nothing new."

"Let's not talk about that, Mr. Andre. You're too emotional."

Rod lowered his eyes slightly and took a sip of the slightly scalding tea. The crisp sound of knives and forks hitting porcelain plates as the girls ate lingered in his ears. Marianne and Little Red Riding Hood were briefly explaining Hill Manor to Weihua. Only D remained standing behind Rod, his hand hanging down, resting on the handle of the tactical axe at his waist.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard for me to remain calm when facing a country so desperately ill," the old man sighed. "Let's get back to the point."

"First of all, I don't mind some members of the East German People's Army or the Stasi joining, not to mention members of Perseus and the Soviet Army," Rhodes put down his teacup. "But I need to make sure they can be used by me and absolutely obey my orders - at least not waver in the grand goal of 'saving human civilization.'"

"I understand your concerns."

Perseus also looked rather troubled. He stood up, leaned against the window, and slightly opened the curtains, looking at the people coming and going on the street. After nearly half a minute of silence, the old man turned around and said seriously:

"These are young men I've carefully selected. They possess strong wills and convictions. The flames in their hearts are still burning. Therefore, I hope you can come with me to Berlin. Then we'll head directly to the Soviet Union to recruit those warriors whose blood is still fresh. At the same time, I need your help. With your strength, we can definitely guarantee their survival."

Valery Mikhailovich Sablin... It seems that Perseus has found the exact location where he is imprisoned and has figured out the strength of the guards.

But this is not enough, just rescuing them is far from enough.

Rhodes pondered, placing his hands on the armrests of the sofa, as if sitting on a throne. After a few minutes, he slowly spoke: