In the back garden of Buckingham Palace, Roy, who had been chatting with Empress Elizabeth, was alarmed by the buzzing sound from the sky. He looked up at the full moon hanging high, and seemed to have seen something vaguely.

"What's wrong with Roy?" The empress dowager who noticed something was wrong turned around and looked at the sky, and she asked curiously, realizing that she had seen nothing.

"There is something close in the sky," said Roy, who was in his heart. "What big aircraft should be, they are over London."

"So that's it," the Empress Dowager nodded in a clear way. Roy, who was confused, asked curiously: "Cousin Grandma, do you know what that is?"

Queen Mother Elizabeth fell silent. Roy, who was waiting for the other party to explain, slowly realized something was wrong. Looking at the silent old woman, his expression became serious, and the smile on his original face gradually disappeared.

After a long time, the Empress Dowager broke the solidified atmosphere, picked up the red wine prepared for Roy on the stone table and took a heavy sip, then looked up at Roy and smiled, "Aren't you curious about where Elizabeth and the others went before?

Now I can tell you that they have left London long ago!”

Queen Elizabeth left London on the day of her mother's birthday? The sudden news made him stunned. What happened that made the woman make this decision at such an important moment? Roy felt aware of the seriousness of the problem.

"Cousin Grandma, now you can tell me what happened, right?" Roy, who was no longer in line with his gentle and humbleness before, asked with a sneer.

The Empress Dowager did not care about Roy's attitude, or at this moment, she had nothing to care about. The Empress Dowager still maintained a kind look and spat out a creepy message with a smile: "Tonight, a group of Nazi remnants will attack London, and by then, the whole London will turn into a sea of ​​fire and hell!"

"Cousin Grandma, are you kidding me?" Roy, who had heard this for the first time, looked at the calm old woman, took a deep breath and kept applauding and praising her with sarcastic expressions: "Very good, very good. I really look at you from all of the Windsor family. In order to solve my trouble, I was willing to let the whole London be buried with me. It really makes me honored!"

"Roy, Marquis of Roy Bosleon, you overestimate your weight!"

The Empress Dowager shook her head undeniably, looking at Roy who was unknown, the old woman drank a deep sip of red wine again and explained with sigh: "At the beginning of confirming this news, Elizabeth had thought of stopping it, but what she didn't expect was that the national defense agency had long been rotten. The Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Intelligence, together with the army, were like sieves of holes, were penetrated by the remnants of the Nazis!

After a detailed investigation, Elizabeth chose to give up. She was angry and desperate about the incompetence of the entire British Empire's ruling body. In desperation, she was wrong and wanted to take advantage of this disaster to remove the borers and betrayers in the government, and after the disaster, rebuild a powerful, loyal government that can be able to protect the security of the British Empire!

And you, Roy Bosleon, just coincides with the unexpected surprise that you will fall into it, that's all!"

The cool breeze blows across the delicate skin and makes people feel comfortable, while the airship is gradually clearly seen in the sky with the sound of propellers. Guests at Buckingham Palace looked up in surprise, trying to see the signs on the airship through the haze of the night. After all, this ancient flight equipment has long been eliminated, and it is surprising that it suddenly appears today. They always thought that this was a program specially prepared by the royal family to celebrate the birthday of the Empress Dowager.

Until they finally saw the soldiers who had descended from the air, their ferocious expressions and their uniforms, their surprise turned into fright. Everyone was stunned as if they were struck by lightning. For a moment, the panic noise echoed throughout the night sky. Everyone was panicked, and they were as if they were ants on a hot pan.

"Dear cousin, since Her Majesty the Queen and her family have left London, why are you staying here? Wouldn't you want to watch a sad scene full of joys and sorrows in life before your death?" Roy, who had returned to his calmness, stared at the calm Queen Mother in a mocking tone.

"Roy, Elizabeth has always regarded you as a big concern. It seems that her vision needs to be improved." The Empress Dowager, who did not take Roy's ridicule to heart, smiled slightly, glanced at the surrounding environment with a sigh, stood up in trembling, and went to the pavilion, staring at the fire light accompanied by the explosion in the distance.

Looking at Roy who lowered his head and thoughtful, the Empress Dowager turned her head and asked strangely: "Why don't you escape before the enemy attacked here?"

Hearing the Queen Mother’s inquiry, Roy smiled slightly, picked up the bottle and poured half a glass of wine for himself, stood up, came to the railing, looked at London, where half the sky was red, and said while drinking, "You have deliberately set up this death trap, and the remnants of the Nazis are here to take the blame for you. No matter how you think you will not give me a big confidant, who has the possibility of escaping. If that is the case, why should I waste my efforts?"

"This is a smart child," the queen mother looked at Roy with praise and sighed: "There is a great horror between life and death. Many so-called warriors will still be scared to incontinence when death comes. You, Roy, really makes me look at you! It is not a coincidence that the Bosleon family has achieved such success today!"

"You are too rewarding my dear cousin grandmother," Roy, who swayed his goblet and took a sip of his mouth slightly raised, sighing with an indescribable meaning: "You still can't catch up with the Windsor family. Such a big deal can make such a cold decision. The little Bosleon family is ashamed of being inferior to that!"

"So we are the rulers of the British Empire for nearly two hundred years, and you can only hide in Scotland secretly, watching us rule this ancient land with fear, envy and even jealousy!" The Empress Dowager fought back without showing any weakness.

"Maybe you're right!" Listening to the screams and explosions that kept getting closer, Roy smiled, and after drinking the red wine, he threw the cup into the depths of the dark garden, turned to the darkness and said, "Moriarty, don't let anyone disturb my communication with my dear cousin and grandmother."

"My master as you wish!" A hoarse response sounded. Moriarty, who had appeared from the darkness, leaned forward slightly and then turned around and disappeared.

"The one who was the famous headless knight just now?" The Empress Dowager, who saw this scene, asked curiously: "It seems that there is nothing special at first."

"There is an old Chinese saying: "There is a big hidden world, which roughly means that true strong people are like ordinary people, and they will not show their differences too much!"

Looking at the empress dowager with a confused look, Roy shrugged and said helplessly: "To put it simply, a dog that bites people never barks. I believe you should be able to understand this explanation."

The Empress Dowager nodded thoughtfully, and Roy, who threw this boring question behind his head, asked immediately: "I actually want to know, my dear cousin grandmother, if I died here today, wouldn't you worry about the splitting of the Commonwealth?"

The Empress Dowager, who heard this, burst into laughter. Before Roy became angry, he calmed down a little, and sighed with a hint of mocking, a hint of pity, and said, "I said just now, Roy, you are too overestimating your influence! You always thought that you have strong political ability, but you didn't expect to be as ignorant as a child." The Empress Dowager who said this laughed again.

"What does it mean?" Roy, who was as dark as coal, asked angrily.

"Simply put, it is like a person dies like a lamp that goes out. If it is more complicated, it will be a long story." The Empress Dowager who put away the laughter tilted her head like a child, and asked with a hint of evil in her eyes: "Do you want to know?"

Roy nodded, and the Empress Dowager returned to her seat and sat down and said, "Roy, my child, let's sit down and talk slowly. I will tell you the things in it bit by bit. This is also the last reward I have made for the family before I die as a member of the Bosleon family!"

On Grosvenor Avenue, a black Buick sedan ignored traffic rules and rushed forward frantically at a speed of nearly 180 kilometers per hour.

Looking at the houses burning and exploding along the way, looking at the people who kept screaming, and looking at the last team members with a fierce and crazy laughing, regret and self-blame constantly eroding Intergu's heart like venom.

At some point, his fingers were tightly tightened into the palm of his hand, and blood slowly flowed out along the slits of his hand. Integura looked out the window with a hideous expression as if she hadn't felt it, and her whole body looked extremely crazy and vicious.

If she had not promised Her Majesty the Queen to conceal the news, could this terrifying disaster be prevented?

"Miss, we have arrived at Buckingham Palace."

The Buick sedan slowly stopped on the side of the road. Looking at the window, roaring and crawling on the ground and tearing back and forth the monsters that swallowed flesh and blood, the Butler Walter, who played the guest driver, interrupted Intgula and blamed himself: "Master, what do we need to do next?"

"Drive in, drive the car into the back garden of Buckingham Palace, and find His Highness the Queen and Roy. We must complete the tasks assigned by Her Majesty the Queen!" Integula, who came back to his senses, said viciously.

"Your will!" Butler Walter smiled slightly and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car's engine made a roaring roar, like a sharp arrow, completely ignoring the monsters in front of them and crushing them through them. The dark brown and fishy plasma splattered all over the car window like raindrops.

Cracking the door, passing through the hall and corridor, the car finally stopped at the door of the back garden. Integula, who walked down, looked around for a little, turned around and walked towards the rear of the car, took out four or five magazines and an M15 rifle from the trunk, pulled the bolt hard, and took a deep breath to the standing butler Walter, said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Pa, pa, pa.

The monotonous applause seemed particularly strange in this terrifying and chaotic occasion. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw Anliko Maxwell, dressed in archbishop's costume, walked out of the shadow, applauding and sighing: "Intgura, Intgura van Bronk Winges Helsin! Your appearance really surprised me. I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Anliko?" Integula, who saw the visitor, subconsciously frowned and asked with a hint of shock: "How could you appear here?"

Without waiting for Anliko to speak, Integula, who had recovered from his senses, immediately asked, "For Roy? Do you want to seize the sacred shroud?"

"Snatch?" Anliko raised his eyebrows, with a hint of hatred and disgust: "The holy shroud itself is an ancient sacred object that is only given to the Holy Church, and it is the most noble sacred object of the Holy Roman!

The blasphemers of the Bosleon family stole and wanted to possess it, which was something that the Holy See could not bear, and it was also an act that hundreds of millions of believers despise!

It is time to return this ancient sacred object to the sacred Roman Catholic Church. This is our desire and a sacred mission that no one can stop!"

"Sacred Mission?" An old voice of strangeness sounded from not far away. Everyone present turned around and looked at him. Butler Laird walked over with three figures wearing black silk cloaks and covered his face in the shadows, standing a few meters away from the people.

Up and down, after carefully looking at Anliko, the housekeeper Laird said in an unquestionable tone: "Sir, I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know what you are talking nonsense just now. But I want to tell you that no one can take anything from the noble Bosleon family!

No matter in the past, present, or future, no one or any force can do it!”

"What I want to tell you is that the Holy Shroud has been kept by the Holy Church in the Cathedral of Turin, which is the news that all the devout believers in the world know!

This gentleman, the Bosleon family welcomes all friends with good intentions, but we will not tolerate the wanton slander of those with ulterior motives!"

"Ha!" Anliko was angry at the words of the Butler of Laird. What does it mean that the shroud has always been collected by the Holy See in the Cathedral of Turin? If the ragged rag in the Church of Turin is really a sacred shroud, why did he come here with a gaze?

After all, it was the fault of the Bosleon family!

It was them who hid the sacred shroud back then; it was them who became greedy and secretly commissioned the scum Da Vinci to create such a fake; it was them who secretly controlled the scientists, and those untrustworthy people fabricated a scam hundreds of years ago; it was them who made the Holy See knowing that it was a fake, but they were unable to expose it, and in the end they could not swallow the bitter fruit secretly!

All of this is the fault of the Bosleon family!

These despicable, shameless, and hated blasphemers should have gone to hell long ago!

What? How could the Holy See confirm that the Torino shroud was forged?

Oh, the answer is very simple!

This is a magical world! Even if technology is developing rapidly now, the darkness and mystery of the world have not disappeared, let alone the darkness and shadows that have been hidden since the Middle Ages!

How could it be a ragged rag without any extraordinary divine power when the Holy Shroud was soaked in the blood of the noble Holy Spirit shed during the crucifix of Christ?

Even if it is fake, even if countless scientists endorse it, even if they pass countless technological analysis and swear to say that it is true, this cannot change the fact that it is a fake in the Holy See!

As for where the real shroud went? This question is naturally self-evident. Anliko looked at the righteous butler who was not afraid of being cold and said in a cold test: "So you are also a member of the Bosleon family?"

"Lyard*Bosleon, the main butler of the Bosleon family!" Subconsciously sorted out the straight housekeeper's uniform, and Lyard said arrogantly.

“Very good, very good!”

Unexpectedly, Archbishop Anliko would have such a surprise. Finally, he felt God open his eyes. He looked at the expressionless butler Laird with a gloomy face, and the atmosphere slowly solidified at this moment.

The three figures who were originally standing behind quickly stepped forward and protected the Butler Laird behind him. In the shadow behind Archbishop Anliko, countless soldiers wearing white priests and cross masks and holding guns were walked out one after another. They held the weapons in their hands with vigilance and stared at the four people opposite.

Pa, pa, pa!

At this moment of tension, another monotonous applause sounded. In Intgula's speechless gaze, in Anliko's confusion, in the subconscious squinting eyes of the housekeeper Leird, a group of people walked out of the road carved out of the broken walls.

The leader was a man wearing a white suit and a big belly, only half an ordinary person, walked out of the crowd with applause. Looking at the people with an unusual atmosphere, the man was surprised with a false and endless malicious smile on his face and said in surprise: "Surprise! I didn't expect to see you here, it was a surprise that made people tremble all over!"

Everyone who vaguely guessed the identity of the visitor looked at the man with different expressions. In their scrutiny, the man looked around as if no one was around: "Oh? Akado doesn't seem to be here?"

"Yoyo, look at my memory. I forgot that he is dealing with some special emergencies at this moment.

Tsk tsk tsk, it’s a pity. It seems that he may not be able to catch up with this huge banquet performance! But it doesn’t matter. I am very satisfied with everyone present who sacrificed their lives to come.

Yaya, I’m so embarrassed. After saying so much, I have been forgetting to introduce my identity. It’s so rude!”

The man who spoke with an extremely exaggerated expression bowed slightly, and his eyes revealed through his glasses were as cold and ruthless as a poisonous snake. With a hint of madness and sickness, he whispered loudly with his white teeth: "We are the lone wolf licking his wounds, we are the Avengers of the Darkness, we are the evil monsters that will fall, and we are the last brigade of the Third Reich!

And I am the organizer of this flesh-and-blood feast, you can call me Major!

Welcome to the Purgatory of Inaccessia full of blood and fire, full of hatred and pain!”
Chapter completed!