Chapter 325: Chapter 229 Lamp Protectors_2
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“Captain Bales is not a traitor! We have followed him for so many years and absolutely do not believe he would betray the Church!”
The woman nad Sela continued, her tone unpleasant.
“Bales Wolf is no longer your captain! He attacked the Sun Church on his own, seized the Mysterious Objects, and has been stripped of his position by the Church!”
The tall and thin captain rebuked.
“But it’s still wrong for us to take part in the capture!”
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Another male team mber retorted.
“How can I bring myself to do it when facing the captain we fought side by side with in the past…”
A trace of pain flashed through his eyes.
“Captain Pop, can you understand our feelings…? Mr. Bales has saved my life countless tis, and now I am supposed to draw my sword against him?!”
The tall and thin man nad Pop scanned his team mbers and found their morale to be extrely low, clearly resisting the capture mission in their hearts.
He was secretly troubled and couldn’t understand why the Church had chosen him to lead this team.
What all the team mbers didn’t know was that Pop actually had a good relationship with Bales in private; they could be considered friends. If it were possible, he wouldn’t want to raise a hand against Bales either.
But the attack on the Sun Church had resulted in the deaths of forty-eight Transcendent monks and nearly two hundred innocent clergy mbers, and like a robber, he had stolen the Mysterious Objects guarded by the others. The cri was just too great!
“Bales, all I can do is try my best to save your life…”
Pop sighed inwardly.
With three elite Transcendent squads working together to capture him, Bales wouldn’t stand a chance, unless he sohow managed a fluke promotion right now, becoming a High Sequence Saint “Sequence Four—Ferryman”…
But that was nearly impossible, with the ritual of sainthood like a Heavenly Moat standing in his way.
The best outco Pop could envision was to vie for the right to deal with the situation and take Bales back to the Moon Church to be imprisoned and repent for life.
But even that was very difficult… because the Sun Church was the leader of the Seven Righteous God Churches, both domineering and powerful, not to ntion the Shelter, supported by the Royal Family, watching on the sidelines.
These two forces were essentially one and the sa.
“Pull yourselves together! Don’t forget your identities, we are ‘Purple Moonlight’, the Church’s Sharp Sword! It is our duty to obey commands and complete missions!”
Pop said sternly.
The squad had already arrived on the high walls of Amber City in the Spirit World, and just needed to exit the Spirit World to return to the real world.
But then, Pop suddenly stopped.
The team mbers behind him also ca to a halt.
In the blurred blue vision of the Spirit World, the street leading to the gate of Amber City was empty, but a figure shrouded in the purple garb of a nun blocked their way, as if having waited for a long ti.
She was tall and the nun’s robe was simple, without patterns, just her hands clasped and placed on her lower abdon, holding a silver Moon ornant.
“Her Majesty the Lamp Protector Nun…?!”
Pop stepped forward, first surprised, then bowing respectfully.
The mbers of the Purple Moonlight Squad followed suit with their salutes, puzzled looks on their faces.
The Lamp Protector Nun, living in the Hermitage, a Saint serving beside the Moon Goddess, secluded and never appearing, held a status equal to an Archbishop. Except for the occasional appearance, they were hardly ever seen.
Why was Her Majesty the Lamp Protector Nun waiting here?
The unnad Lamp Protector Nun maintained a bowed position, their faces obscured from view, only the fair tip of her nose and cheeks barely visible.
“Number 4 Purple Moonlight Squad, please heed the Oracle.”
Her voice was gentle yet commanding.
All present, including Pop, were startled.
An Oracle?!
They couldn’t rember how many years it had been since they’d last heard an Oracle from the Moon Goddess!
Woosh!
The deep purple cloak fluttered, and the mbers of the Purple Moonlight Squad imdiately knelt, making prayer gestures with their hands.
The Lamp Protector Nun continued:
“The squad is to return imdiately; there is another mission to undertake.”
Upon hearing this, the squad mbers were filled with joy—they didn’t have to pursue Captain Bales anymore!
“But… what about the matter with Bales?”
At this mont, Pop raised his head and asked.
The team mbers behind him cast angry glances at him, what exactly was this interloped captain trying to do?!
“There’s no need to bother with it anymore.”
Having said that, the Lamp Protector Nun waved her hand, making the Silver Moon Bracelet clink.
Her figure also vanished.
Pop stood up, took a look at the Amber City so close at hand, then turned his head to see the thinly veiled disdain from his teammates, and sighed softly to himself.
“Let’s… go back.”
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The Lamp Protector Squad of ten moved at a steady pace, cutting through the bustling district and crowds, heading straight for Jack’s estate.
They appeared out of place in the city, but no one paid any attention to them along the way. Even when passersby brushed past them, it was as if they couldn’t see them at all.
That is until the ten of them stopped at the entrance of Jack’s estate.
“Captain Weiz, how should we proceed?”
A team mber spoke up.
The bald man, expressionless, said coldly:
“No need for negotiations, suppress directly, kill any who interfere.”
“Yes!”
Weiz led the team charging into the estate, their speed was incredibly fast, and within a few breaths, they arrived at the front door of the deepest villa.
The door was wide open, with the sound of laughter faintly coming from inside.
The bald captain’s body lit up with a bright radiance, like a sun emitting light and heat, with the hot air radiating out in all directions, making the air around for several tens of ters unbearably hot and dry.
The nine team mbers behind him were unaffected, their eyes fierce, their bodies emitting wavering flas of light.
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