"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
A group of twelve Combat Cultivators, carrying warhammers, flails, and revolvers at their waists, and wearing Monk's Robes embroidered with a "T"-shaped cross, lifted a heavy box, chanting in unison as they slowly approached.
These Combat Cultivators were of large stature, their muscles causing their robes to bulge. They belonged to the Franciscan Order, also known as the Brotherhood, pursuing asceticism, simplicity, often participating in charity and disaster relief activities, and standing out among the various monasteries in Mexico.
Their footprints were deeply embedded in the dry, hard wasteland, each step kicking up dust, evident of the heavy contents inside the iron box they carried.
Archbishop Michael pressed one hand atop the box, praying fervently.
President Porfirio wished to hasten things but, upon seeing the pious expressions of the knights and monks, stifled the impatience swelling within him.
