3 chapters will be uploaded on daily basis i.e. 21 Chapters will be uploaded every week apart from the bonus chapters.
1 Bonus Chapter will be uploaded for every 50 Power Stones or 1000 Collections.
All interested readers can read advanced chapters on: Free Members of Patreon can read 12 Chapters ahead of Webnovel for FREE.
[email protected]/Heroicverse
×××××××××××××××
Outside the Acre d'Dama Monastery, which was heavily cordoned off by yellow police Line.
On a pre-leveled open space, Karl and Bishop Warren McCoy, dressed in red priestly robes, sat side-by-side at a round table.
On the round table was a pot of red tea and two exquisite teacups filled with tea.
Behind the two, a One-term Thunderbolt Warrior and a clergyman dressed in black priestly attire each held up a large parasol, shielding them from the scorching sun pouring down from above.
"Mr. Merks, while Angels often tour the World through their agents, they never actively contact or communicate with the Vatican Church."
Bishop Warren McCoy said with a hint of embarrassment, "So, we actually don't know the whereabouts of other Angel agents."
After speaking, Bishop Warren McCoy couldn't help but secretly glance at Karl, who was sitting beside him.
For some reason, he felt an extremely strong sense of oppression from this young man.
Especially when his gaze swept over him, it made him feel as if he was completely naked, and all his secrets had vanished.
"What happened to the Angel agent who died?"
Karl picked up the red tea and took a sip. The rich tea aroma immediately lingered on his tongue, and the taste was unexpectedly good.
"Ah, you're referring to Sister Grady…"
Bishop Warren McCoy thought for a moment and truthfully said, "Sister Grady was the primary person in charge dispatched by the Vatican Church to the Acre d'Dama Monastery, responsible for guarding the thirty silver coins."
"More than ten years ago, she unexpectedly received the blessing of a Great Angel and has been an Angel agent ever since."
"Originally, when the Vatican Church learned of this news, they immediately wanted to recall her to the Vatican, but for some unknown reason, Sister Grady firmly refused the Vatican Church's order…"
"Who would have thought that such a tragedy would eventually occur… Alas!"
Bishop Warren McCoy sighed, his face filled with deep regret.
Actually, he didn't tell the whole story.
After being rejected, the Vatican Church still did not give up on the idea of recalling Sister Grady to the Vatican.
After all, this was the first time in the Vatican Church's history that a clergyman had received an Angel's blessing, which held extremely profound religious significance!
If they could persuade Sister Grady to return successfully, the Vatican Church's influence among Christians worldwide would far surpass the other two major denominations—the Orthodox Church and Protestantism.
So the Vatican Church secretly made various attempts and efforts.
Although all ended in failure, Sister Grady had also used her Angel Power multiple times to help the Vatican Church resolve crises… and even successfully captured two Sons of Hell!
Therefore, Sister Grady's death was a great loss for the entire Vatican Church.
They had to figure out the true reason behind it.
"Hypocrisy!"
Karl looked at Bishop Warren McCoy with a half-smile, having clearly used his Mind abilities to retrieve more truthful information about Sister Grady and the Vatican Church from his mind.
For example, the truth behind Sister Grady being dispatched by the Vatican Church to the Acre d'Dama Monastery!
Although the Vatican is a tiny place, its internal factional struggles are extremely intense and brutal.
Sister Grady, who had already become a Purple Cardinal (one rank below a Red Cardinal), was assigned there because she had sided with the wrong faction in the previous "Pope Fight Battle" (Papal Conclave).
Afterward, she was severely ostracized and targeted by the supporters of the newly appointed Pope, Bishop Warren McCoy's faction, and was ultimately "exiled" to the Acre d'Dama Monastery!
This is why she was unwilling to return to the Vatican Church after becoming an Angel agent.
Besides this, there were many other despicable and unspeakable secrets.
However, what interested Karl the most was that in the Vatican Church's secret prison, a pair of half-human, half-demon siblings with the bloodline of a Hell Lord were held—Daimon Hellstorm and Satana Hellstrom!
"Son of Satan? Hellstorm… Wait a minute, aren't they the children of Marduk Kurios, one of the Hell Lords?"
"Hehe, if that's true, then this is a nice unexpected gain!"
A cunning arc gradually appeared at the corner of Karl's mouth, clearly already calculating in his mind how to use these two Sons of Hell to trick… no, it should be said, to contend against the powerful Hell Lord Marduk Kurios.
However, being calm and collected by nature, he was not in a hurry.
After successfully retrieving the lost thirty silver coins, it would still be perfectly fine to demand these two Sons of Hell from the Vatican Church.
Just then.
A clergyman responsible for external security jogged over to Bishop Warren McCoy, leaned in and reported in a voice only the two could hear:
"My Lord Bishop, the outer outpost just intercepted a car. The two middle-aged men in the car refused to get out for security checks, but they said they are Mr. Karl Merks's employees. What do you think…?"
Bishop Warren McCoy quickly turned to look at Karl, but before he could speak, the latter simply nodded faintly, "That's right, they are my employees, and they are the only ones who can unravel the mystery of the monastery!"
"Ah? You… Oh… Okay."
Bishop Warren McCoy suppressed the shock rising in his heart and quickly ordered his subordinates to let them pass.
A few minutes later.
A car slowly pulled up beside the road in front of the Acre d'Dama Monastery, and then Frank and Logan Howlett pushed open the car doors and stepped out.
Although Logan Howlett still looked as scruffy and decadent as ever, there was a noticeable lessening of gloom and an increase in ease in his brows.
Before accompanying Frank here, the two first sent Professor X to a private hospital under the Hyperspace Group for a comprehensive and systematic examination and treatment.
Frank also ordered the accompanying Thunder Warrior to stay there, specifically to protect Professor X's safety.
And to be safe, Frank also specially gave Professor X his special badge that could resist Mind attacks… to suppress the Mind Power within him that could go berserk at any time.
After arranging everything properly, the two then rushed here day and night!
And Logan Howlett silently watched all of this, his goodwill towards Frank and the Hyperspace Group increasing subtly.
"Boss, I've brought them to you."
Frank stood up straight and reported to Karl with a strong, resonant voice.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Karl glanced at Logan Howlett opposite him, and without wasting words, he simply pointed his chin towards the Acre d'Dama Monastery not far away and said:
"Go, use your sense of smell and see if you can find any clues inside!"
"Okay… Okay."
Logan Howlett's expression suddenly became a bit stiff, and even the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.
Because his Beast Instinct had been blaring like a fire alarm the moment Karl's gaze fell on him.
But thankfully, the other party had no ill will.
If Logan Howlett had encountered this situation when he was "younger," he would have undoubtedly popped his claws and charged at Karl without a second thought.
I don't care if you have ill will or not, I'll fight you first!
Now…
After these few years of miserable fugitive life, Logan Howlett was no longer the hot-tempered person he once was, who would explode at the slightest provocation.
The harsh realities of life had not only smoothed out his rough edges but also taught him how to behave, how to bow his head, and how to tolerate various idiotic customers just to earn a few extra tens of dollars a day.
He could even remain calm and reason with thugs who tried to rob his car, and then, only after they fired first, he would unleash a measured amount of Carnage…
That's right.
He changed!
He was no longer the Wolverine who struck fear into his enemies, who would "disregard life and death, and fight if provoked" at the drop of a hat!
He was now more like a destitute, struggling old man, constantly on the move for survival, and burdened with a wanted deadbeat!
"Whew…"
When Karl looked away, the back of Logan Howlett's shirt was already soaked with cold sweat… Such powerful oppression, such a terrifying guy!
Even when facing a formidable enemy like Magneto in the past, he had never felt such a chilling sensation.
With just this one encounter, Logan Howlett no longer doubted why a "tough guy" like Frank would pledge allegiance to a "kid" who looked barely twenty years old!
"This…"
Bishop Warren McCoy looked at Logan Howlett opposite him, who had a messy beard and bloodstains on his chest and stomach, and couldn't help but frown.
Was this the only person Karl Merks said could find clues?
How could he look so unreliable?
If Logan Howlett had tidied up his clothes and appearance, Bishop Warren McCoy might have barely been able to recognize him as the Wolverine who had once struck fear into countless people.
But now… he looked more like a homeless vagrant down on his luck!
However, even with doubts in his mind, Bishop Warren McCoy still nodded slightly to a clergyman opposite him.
After all, all he wanted was results!
Immediately, led by a clergyman in black priestly robes, Frank and Logan Howlett broke the seals and locks on the monastery's outer perimeter and successfully entered the courtyard.
After bypassing a church in front, the Church of the Incarnation, which had been completely disfigured by fire.
The clergyman led them to the Underground Room of a bell tower that had also suffered a fire, and using a mechanism on the wall, opened a secret passage leading underground.
The tunnel was about two meters high and one and a half meters wide, extending downwards at an angle of approximately 30 degrees to the horizontal for nearly 100 meters, finally reaching a very spacious Underground Space.
Along the walls, there were also many small tombs excavated from different periods—used to store the bodies of devout monks who had guarded this place for generations.
Click, click—
Beep, beep—
The clergyman used a special key and an 8-digit electronic password to successfully open a giant steel door at least one meter thick on the outside, revealing an open secret room inside to Frank and Logan Howlett.
"WTF???"
Even though both were seasoned veterans of countless battles and had killed many, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle at the gruesome sight of body parts, internal organs, and severed limbs piled everywhere.
Because the Vatican Church had previously evacuated the air from the secret room, the crime scene remained almost in its original state.
The air was filled with a nauseating, strong smell of blood, as well as the stench of decomposing corpses.
The accompanying clergyman simply briefly explained the items previously stored there and the approximate time of the crime, then immediately took out two masks with air purification functions and handed them to Frank and Logan Howlett.
The former put on the mask without hesitation and then took a deep breath with a sense of relief.
The latter refused the mask, slowly closed his eyes, and endured the constant assault of the pungent gases on his olfactory nerves.
He began to calm his mind, trying to determine the entire process of the crime through the residual smells.
Although Logan Howlett was "forced" to join the Hyperspace Group, since he had agreed to the other party's request, he would certainly fulfill the task conscientiously.
Of course… provided he could do it!
Soon.
A series of special scents that ordinary people… and even the most sensitive police dogs could not meticulously distinguish, began to become clear and orderly from a chaotic state under Logan Howlett's olfactory screening.
Those different scents, like pheromones with special labels, summarized a large amount of complex information into Logan Howlett's brain.
"Hmm?"
Logan Howlett's brows furrowed sharply, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
But soon, a look of helplessness appeared on his face, and he finally slowly opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly at Frank beside him.
A few minutes later.
The two returned to Karl's presence, and before the former could speak, Bishop Warren McCoy impatiently spoke first, asking:
"How is it? Did you find any useful clues?"
"Sorry, Mr. Merks, although I smelled that a one-sided Carnage had occurred in that secret room, and two Invaders with strange smells killed another 15 human guards…"