Chapitre 99: Chapter 99: Preparations
After seeing off Little Red Riding Hood Haley, York thought seriously about the time required for his trip and the timing of the short-haired girl's outburst.
"With my cross to delay things, I should be able to make it back in time."
Thinking of the faint demonic aura on the short-haired girl, York shook his head, found Robert, and instructed him on managing the church affairs.
It was a good decision to hire Robert from the beginning, otherwise, his church would have missed several days of offerings from the congregation, which could be exchanged for attribute points.
"..."
"Robert, the Pluto Church will be in your hands while I'm away."
"Father, please rest assured." Robert was very serious.
"If you're not here, I will make sure the church is well taken care of."
York smiled satisfactorily, patted Robert on the shoulder, and left.
He went straight to the basement upon returning home.
Not long after, there was a clanging noise from the basement.
This noise continued into the evening when the phone rang and then hung up.
After spending quite some time, York looked at the ammunition, grenades, and C4 explosives scattered on the floor and checked the time on his phone.
[20:23]
It hadn't been half a day when the detailed information he needed finally arrived.
"Father York, this is what His Highness sent me to deliver to you. He asks that you destroy it after reading."
"I will, thank you."
Watching the clergy member walk away, York looked down at the package in his hands, turned, and entered his house.
Living room.
York sat on the sofa, leisurely unwrapping the package in front of him, revealing the documents and various designs, photos, etc., inside.
"Is this the hell gate and sealing formation of Saint Cata Monastery?"
York mumbled to himself as he started to review the documents.
The information was crucial for how he would accomplish his mission on this trip.
Formations, as the name suggests, are made from certain materials and are known to release corresponding functions through specific symbols, patterns, and lines, such as summoning, sealing, and holy protection.
Why formations have these special functions is because they represent a bond between humans and gods or other entities.
Formations are seen as a medium connecting people with mystical forces.
By correctly drawing symbols and conducting specific rituals, the church can obtain divine guidance, revelations, or power.
For example, the holy protection formation in the headquarters has powerful exorcism and protection effects against evil invasions.
Of course, these are the formations he is familiar with, mostly with positive effects, but there are also dark ones.
Like the demons he encountered at Old Mack's place, which were mostly summoned by humans through formations either accidentally or on purpose.
Even the Duke of Saint Cata might have created a portal connecting hell with the human world using special artifacts and formation patterns.
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As time ticked away, it wasn't until almost 10 p.m. that York emerged from the intricate information.
"The hell gate can be destroyed, but it must be done instantly in one go to prevent a chain reaction."
York let out a long breath, still running calculations in his mind, his gaze resting on the last page of the document.
"No wonder the church only chose to seal it. The conditions for destruction are too stringent: ① the power to destroy the hell gate and ② enough holy light."
Mumbling to himself, York smirked.
"And I, just so happen to have both."
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[68 points of mental energy used]
[68 points of mental energy used]
[...]
Soon, it was 3 a.m. in the basement, echoing York's uncertain voice.
"I've added a total of 476 points to the sanctification. Should be enough, right?"
Looking at the C4 explosive, now seemingly a sacred object, York checked the time, rubbed his temples to ease the mental fatigue, and gritted his teeth.
"Let's do this once and for all, continue!"
A quiet night passed in the basement with only the sound of heavy breathing echoing.
After a while, another ringtone from the phone.
"Father York," the long-missed voice of Walter Martin, respectful as ever, came from the phone.
"Your order has arrived at your doorstep."
York stopped the sanctification process, pinched his brow, and looked at the time.
[8:36]
Unknowingly, he had pulled an all-nighter again.
The continuous use of mental energy reminded him of the exhaustion he felt staying up for two days and nights in his past life.
"Okay."
After responding and looking at the C4 explosive now radiating a profoundly holy light, York headed towards the staircase with his phone.
As he was about to hang up, Walter Martin suddenly brought up another matter.
"Father York, have you heard any news about John lately?"
York paused the call ending process.
"John? What about him?"
"John has broken the rules of the assassin world," Walter Martin's calm voice replied.
"He has become a thorn in the side for many."
"Uh?"
York remembered the movies about John Wick, noting how tough the guy was.
"Walter, this has nothing to do with me. I won't get involved in your assassin world affairs, but thanks for the update on John. You don't need to tell me anymore."
Saying this, York didn't wait for Walter Martin to respond and hung up the phone.
He knew Walter Martin's intentions, but the world of ordinary people was too far from him. Unless the god of death became his employee, he would only focus on the matters at hand.
Most importantly, his order worth over six hundred thousand dollars in armaments had finally arrived.
"..."
Soon, the already well-stocked basement welcomed a newcomer.
Looking at the newly arrived armaments, York's eyes sparkled with the joy of a collector.
In his past life, he had been a pseudo-military enthusiast and had fantasized about collecting armaments, though it remained a fantasy.
Now, this batch of armaments greatly satisfied his collecting urge.
Compared to the previously ordered conventional firearms and light weapons, this new batch was mostly heavy weaponry, like various rocket launchers, revolving grenade launchers, large-caliber sniper grenade rifles, timed bombs, and more.
Significantly, the rocket launchers were equipped with thermobaric warheads capable of creating airburst effects, as well as bunker-buster warheads that could easily penetrate one meter of concrete before exploding, armor-piercing rounds, and various other munitions.
"Feeling good."
York felt extremely reassured and empowered with these heavy weapons, confident enough to take on random missions with hundreds of points in rewards.
In his excitement, York applied a double layer buff to the entire batch of armaments.
"M202 66mm quadruple-barreled rocket launcher, a lightweight shoulder-fired weapon equipped with thermobaric warhead."
"RPG-7 rocket launcher, shoulder-fired, equipped with armor-piercing and thermobaric warheads."
"MK14 revolving grenade launcher, six-round capacity, 40×51mm grenades."
"..."
The next day arrived in a blink of an eye.
[12:14]
A floor panel in the quiet room opened, revealing York's robust figure as he emerged from the basement, phone in hand, touching his slightly greasy hair.
Listening to the old man's voice from headquarters, York added the daily
fixed task rewards from yesterday and today to his mental energy.
[Mental energy increased from 89.5 to 90.5]
Despite not having slept for three days, York's face showed no signs of the usual fatigue. He spoke into the phone, somewhat resigned.
"Old man, honestly, I don't need anyone's assistance."
On the other end, the elder, sitting at a lavish dining table and holding a newly arrived document, smiled warmly.
"Saint Cata Monastery is a women's monastery. It's God's arrangement, York."
Hearing this, York couldn't help but recall all the preparations he had made in the past two days.
But he couldn't say he planned to blow up the Saint Cata Monastery.
Feeling the elder's insistence, York fell silent for a moment.
"I hope she will obey all my commands."
The elder remained calm.
"Of course, she's just a novice nun. Everything will be as you wish, York."
Continuing, the elder asked.
"So, when will you leave? The people in Romania have been waiting for you for two days."
"Today afternoon."
Saying this, York touched his slightly greasy hair and hung up the phone, heading straight for the shower.
The elder wasn't offended but looked at the documents about the nun and fell into thought.
"..."
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