Chapter 400 Contact
In the dark night, on the outskirts of Adria, on the shore hit by the raging waves, the horrible half-shark, half-human monster was rapidly changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short while, it had completely recovered into a human form. It was a man in his forties with a thick black beard, dark yellow skin, wearing a wet robe, and a noticeable scar on his face. When this man completely revealed his figure, the people on the shore walked in respectfully.
Facing the salutes from the crowd, the man did not respond immediately. He turned his head to look at the city in the darkness in the distance, and then spoke slowly.
"Antonio, are you gone yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Gharib, Antonio left Adria and returned to Pezzi last morning. He must have walked quite a distance by now." Standing in front of the man, the man named Mufeed spoke bluntly. After hearing the other party's words, Gharib also breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.
"He's finally gone, that old guy...if it weren't for him, all this would have ended long ago."
"Mr. Ghalib, the final donation is now in the Jingliu Church. If you want to take it, now is the best time." At this time, Sailimu on the side also looked at Ghalib and said. Listening to the other party's words, Ghalib nodded silently and continued.
"Let's go... We don't have much time to waste now."
As he spoke, Ghalib stood up and walked towards the distant city, while Sailimu, Mufede and others also followed him and headed towards the distant city.
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Late at night, Piazza Adria.
The wide square that was usually bustling with people during the day was now deserted. The bleak evening wind blew over the empty space. In the entire square, only some hotels on the edge and the church in the center still had lights on, while other large areas were plunged into pitch darkness.
And somewhere in this darkness, on the edge of the square, Ghalib and his entourage were hiding in it. They were looking at the church in the distance and the faint light on the top of the church that was still flickering in the darkness. Ordinary passers-by might mistake that light for the gas lamp on the top of the church, but Ghalib and others knew that it was the treasure of the Pure Flow Church, the light of the Crown of Emmanuel. Because of that light, they could not approach the church easily.
Standing on the edge of darkness, Ghalib stared at the flickering light on the top of the church in the distance. Then he took out a small piece of bone engraved with various carvings. After a slight shake, a shadow emerged from the bone and quickly grew larger. Looking closely, it turned out to be a young male ghost with a dull look in his eyes and wearing a windbreaker.
After summoning the ghost, Ghalib did not pause. He gently waved his hand, and the ghost he summoned, with a distorted expression, drilled into Ghalib's body. Then Ghalib paused for a moment, slowly raised his hands, and began to consume his spiritual ability to activate the ability that originally belonged to that soul.
Suddenly, the humidity in the air increased, and water mist quickly formed in the vast space. The fog in the entire square gradually thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the already dim environment with a layer of haze, rapidly reducing the already low visibility.
A large area of fog began to spread in the square and the surrounding urban area, and the place where the fog was the thickest was the Pure Flow Church in the center of the square. The luxurious crown that was placed securely on the top of the Pure Flow Church immediately emitted a strong red and yellow light after it came into contact with the fog.
In the past, the light emitted by the crown would be bright enough to illuminate the entire square and be visible from far away. However, due to the extremely thick fog surrounding it, the light was suppressed and did not reach too far away.
By summoning thick fog, Gharib suppressed the warning light of the Crown of Emmanuel. After seeing the vague and shining halo in the fog in the distance, Gharib stood up and walked forward into the fog, and the others immediately followed.
Ghalib walked quickly in the fog, following the halo shining in the fog in the distance. After a while, the outline of the Church of the Pure Flow appeared in the thick fog in front of him. Ghalib was about to reach his destination, and at this moment, Ghalib seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped.
"Disperse."
A strong and upright voice suddenly sounded out from the thick fog. Along with this voice, a dazzling golden light burst out from the fog not far in front of Ghalib's eyes. This bright light was even stronger than the light of Emmanuel's Crown, so much so that even with the fog blocking it, Sailimu and others had to cover their eyes.
"This is…"
Under the stern eyes of Ghalib and the astonished gazes of Sailimu and others, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated under the strong light. The visibility around suddenly increased a lot, and then the golden light gradually dimmed. After it became dark to a certain extent, a figure appeared from the point where the light was radiating.
Archbishop Antonio, wearing luxurious robes and holding a long staff, was standing on the steps in front of the Pure Flow Church, silently looking at the uninvited guest in front of him. Behind him, Adria's local bishop Oliver and the leader of the Deep Guard Paul were standing there, and behind them was a group of Deep Guard members holding rifles and pointing them at the front.
"Antonio!"
"How is that possible! Didn't you leave early this morning?!"
Seeing the old man's figure on the stairs, Sailimu and Mufede were shocked. Looking at the panic expressions on Sailimu's faces, Antonio smiled slightly and spoke slowly.
"Yes, I should have left in the morning, but when I heard that there were thieves who wanted to patronize this museum that carries important Adria significance, I changed my plan and decided to stay here a little longer. However, I didn't expect that the thief who has become famous recently is not only related to the Treasure Stealing Society, but also has such a high rank.
"Just surrender, you treasure-stealing ghosts."
As he spoke, Antonio stomped the long staff in his hand, and then an invisible force began to spread from him and affected all the people in front of him. Then, these members of the Haisha Society immediately felt a sharp pain and discomfort all over their bodies. Except for Ghalib, all of them fell to the ground howling in pain and began to struggle.
Stealing treasures is a dangerous activity, and the robbers often suffer various injuries in the process. These injuries will leave traces on the body even after they heal. Therefore, these treasure robbers who frequent various dangerous ancient tombs and ruins all year round have many old wounds all over their bodies.
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