Visitors from the Inquisition

The basement in the backyard of the manor, which was originally used to store military supplies, was now empty.

The area of two to three hundred square meters now only houses a high-tech plasma furnace.

The plasma furnace is heating at maximum power, with the temperature inside the furnace exceeding 2000 degrees, burning the furnace walls red.

Deep in the fire, several pools of solution were separated by partitions.

Tang Song stood shirtless in front of the plasma furnace, constantly making seals with his hands, casting out spiritual spells, and rays of spiritual light immersing into the liquid.

Time passed by little by little, and as Tang Song's hand gestures became faster and faster, faint rays of light appeared in the middle of the six-colored liquid.

"combine!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Song yelled loudly, bit his tongue hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As he spat out a mouthful of blood, the six-colored liquid in the plasma furnace condensed into two golden pills the size of pigeon eggs.

The golden pill looks like gold but is not gold, like jade but is not jade, and its surface is like amber. Upon closer inspection, one can see a faint flow of smoke on it, forming three talismans.

Tang Song hummed, nodded gently and said: "Well, Mr. West, what can I do for you? What does the Holy See require of us?

You want to reduce your salary? You are from the Vatican, but I have reached a cooperation with the New York Diocese. However, if it is a request from the Vatican, I will consider your reasonable request. "

After the quenching was completed, Tang Song changed the magic formula in his hands, used the magic weapon's storage formula, and slightly pulled it into the plasma furnace.

Well, Tang Song found something very interesting. He smiled and said in a pretentious manner:

In the basement, there was a burst of dense footsteps, and someone was gently knocking on the basement door.

But I came here to assess the risk of the Blood God's coming. Also, are you sure you can stop the Blood God from coming this time?"

There was no expression on West's skinny face:

Under Tang Song's control, the two sword balls penetrated the more than two-meter-thick cement slab and the four or five-meter-thick soil layer with one strike.

Tang Song said, "Come in, what's going on?"

Two white lights circled and intertwined in the sky, and the extremely sharp sword energy cut the clouds in the sky into pieces.

Tang Song looked at the ground around him that was almost completely destroyed by him, and said lightly:

"I'm fine, just trying out some new things!"

...

"Please take a seat, Ryan, and ask someone to bring some drinks. Father, this is..."

Tang Song smiled complacently and said:

"So, Mr. West, what do you need?

Or, what assurance do you want me to give you?"

West shook his head in surprise and said:

Although these two sword balls are just ordinary magic weapons engraved with three layers of restrictions.

"Dekler, what is he doing here?"

"We, the Inquisition, will not interfere in the affairs of the New York Diocese.

I came here to ask about the coming of the Blood God. Mr. Tang, you are doing a really good job. In just ten days, you have wiped out seven vampire nests. Even our Inquisition may not be able to do it so cleanly in this regard!

"Promises, I don't need any guarantees,

Let me get straight to the point. I will stay in New York during this period. If there are any signs of the Blood God's coming, you can't handle it! Our Inquisition will take over the New York affairs directly..."

...

The sword is three feet long, green with a hint of white, and has a faint sense of transparency.

Tang Song straightened his clothes, changed into a neat white suit brought by his bodyguard, stretched his neck, and followed Ryan out.

The two sword balls were collected in the palm of his hand. As the white light bloomed, Tang Song had two swords as thin as cicada wings in his hand.

Tang Song leaned back and twisted his upper body to sit more comfortably.

Judging from his position, Dekler's status is obviously not as high as this man's.

"boss!"

Tang Song raised his hand and threw out two sword balls.

Tang Song held the sword balls and poured two streams of Taibai essence into them. The two sword balls emitted a dazzling white light.

"Boss, Father Dekler is here and he wants to see you!" A bodyguard appeared at the door of the basement and bowed slightly to Tang Song.

Ryan came in, bowed slightly and said:

"Someone in the monitoring room noticed something unusual on the ground. Are you okay?"

Ryan pushed a small cart of wine over, and personally mixed three glasses of wine and handed them to Tang Song, West and Dekler.

Father Dekler did not come alone. Next to him was a man in his fifties who was over 1.9 meters tall, with a short head, a curved hooked nose, and two brown eyes that revealed a strange look.

Father Dekler, who was standing by, had an awkward smile on his face.

Two golden lights burst out from the furnace and landed on Tang Song's palm.

Frank was standing five meters away from him, looking at the two of them politely but forcefully.

The oak barrel next to it was lifted up directly by a transparent hand.

Tang Song held a sword in one hand and swung it with both hands, and the entire basement was suddenly filled with sword energy.

Compared to the bronze-armored corpses that were sacrificed in the Tang and Song dynasties, the skeleton monsters are not much stronger.

...

However, the magic weapons recorded in the Heshan Sutra are all quick-success-seeking things. They are powerful and can be used for self-defense, but in terms of potential, they are not as good as the two sword pills that Tang Song personally refined.

laugh!

Two white rainbows appeared, and two bowl-sized holes appeared on the cement ground like tofu.

Tang Song came to the living room and used his spiritual sense to see through this person.

Wow

Tang Song raised his glass to signal, West returned the gesture with a smile, took a sip, then looked at Ryan in surprise and said:

"Good wine, Mr. Tang, you have a very good bartender."

Holding the two sword balls in his hands, Tang Song simply couldn't let them go.

Tang Song looked at the golden pill with joy in his heart. He waved his finger and used the skill of controlling objects.

A full bucket, weighing over 100 kilograms of blood, was poured into the plasma furnace. Suddenly, white mist rose up and instantly filled the entire basement.

After a while, the novelty wore off and Tang Song put away the sword pill.

Before Father Dekler could answer, the man sat on the sofa opposite Tang Song and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Call me West, I'm from the Vatican!"

Done!

The sunlight shone in through the hole, and Tang Song could even see the bushes and flowers in the manor through the hole.

Tang Song made a slight gesture and laughed:

"No problem, no problem. Haha, we have an old saying in the East: Don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. If we don't have the ability to do it well, we wouldn't dare to take this business rashly."

Inquisition, Tang Song raised his glass and invited West in front of him to raise his glass together.

Tang Song's eyes swept over Father Dekler standing beside him, and seeing his bitter face, Tang Song seemed to be thinking about something.