Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

"I have a way."

Yang Zhentian narrowed his eyes, a sly smile appearing on his face, and said mysteriously:

"As far as I know, the werewolves, vampires, and the three powerful figures from the Church of Life that you previously arranged all died at the hands of Qin Quan and Su Qingyan."

"Leader, think about it. If we bring in the Western nobles and join forces with them, how long can this war last?"

"You mean you want to drag the Western nobles into this too, so they can help us fight against the Ming Cult and the Wind and Rain Tower?"

Chuan Te's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood what Yang Zhentian meant.

"Otherwise what?"

Yang Zhentian took a leisurely puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke. His calm and composed demeanor was just like that of Zhuge Liang, who was confident of victory. Chuan Te, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

"The deaths of three powerful figures from the Western nobility will be a debt they will settle with Fengyulou sooner or later."

"Even if we don't invite them to fight, they will voluntarily join the battle."

"When we join forces with Western nobles, vampires, and werewolves, what are the Ming Cult and the Wind and Rain Pavilion compared to us?"

"We will surely crush them in one fell swoop and regain the initiative!"

"That being said, we still need to show proper etiquette, since we're asking for help."

Thurman nodded repeatedly, his anger instantly dissipating, leaving only anticipation.

Yang Zhentian pulled his legs back and stood up, took another puff of his cigar, and stared at Chuant with a half-smile.

"Of course. I would appreciate it if the Alliance Leader could personally call the leaders of the Western nobles, the Church of Life, the vampires, and the werewolves to properly 'explain' the situation. I believe they will agree."

"No problem! I'll do it right away, I'll do it myself!"

Overjoyed, Chuan Te quickly picked up the phone on the table and eagerly began dialing, completely unaware that he had already fallen into Yang Zhentian's trap.

……

As dawn broke and the sky gradually brightened, the first rays of sunlight appeared.

The golden morning sun shone on the earth, dispelling the gloom of the night.

Qin Quan, along with Su Qingyan, Ling Yuyan, and Gao Yuan, sped towards the rising sun and soon arrived at the headquarters of the Church of Life.

Vante jar.

Vantage is a tiny country with a land area of ​​only 0.44 square kilometers and a permanent population of less than a thousand.

This is the heart of the Church of Life.

With followers all over the world and immense power, even the major neighboring countries dare not provoke them easily.

Cardinal McCullen of the Church of Life has just learned of the deaths of two black cardinals, Kyle and Kane.

He had originally planned to sleep in, but now he was wide awake. Without even tidying his clothes, he rushed to the church and had all the church members gathered around.

Soon, the church was packed with people, and there was a constant noise.

"Quiet down!"

McClane stood on the high platform of the church, his face so dark it seemed to drip water, and he shouted sharply:

"Can anyone tell me when and by whom the two Black Cardinals, Kyle and Kane, died?"

"What? Bishop Kyle and Bishop Kane are dead? When did this happen? How come we didn't know?"

"Impossible! The two bishops were incredibly powerful, how could they suddenly die?"

The congregation below the stage immediately erupted in uproar.

They were completely bewildered and started discussing among themselves.

They clearly did not expect that the two black cardinals who had been with them day and night would die without warning or even a word.

Seeing everyone's bewildered reactions, McCallum seemed to understand something.

He himself didn't know the cause of Kyle and Kane's deaths, so what could these ordinary followers possibly know?

"Where is Knight Commander Emil?"

McCallen suppressed his anger and shouted at the noisy crowd.

The sound penetrated the crowd and resounded throughout the entire church.

Instantly, the noise in the arena stopped, everyone fell silent, and all eyes turned to the back of the crowd.

A middle-aged man dressed in golden armor and wearing a golden crown strode out from the crowd, holding a knight's sword.

He stood tall and had an imposing presence.

"Your subordinate is here!"

Emil knelt on one knee, bowed respectfully to McCallum, and spoke in a deferential tone.

"I command you to find out the cause of Kyle and Kane's deaths and locate the murderer within three hours! Once the murderer is caught, execute him on the spot without interrogation! If anyone tries to stop you, kill them without mercy!"

McCallum's tone was icy, filled with murderous intent. He would not tolerate anyone killing a bishop of the Church of Life on his turf.

"Your subordinate will certainly not fail in your mission!"

Emil stood up, gripped his knight's sword tightly, and turned to arrange for people to begin the investigation.

Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!

Just as Emil was about to turn around, a sudden, urgent telephone ring broke the silence of the church.

All eyes in the audience turned to McCarren.

McCallen was already in a bad mood when the sudden ringing interrupted her.

He was about to explode when he looked down and saw that it was his private phone ringing. The caller ID showed it was Chuant, the leader of the White Eagle Alliance.

He suppressed his anger and quickly answered the phone, trying to soften his tone as much as possible.

"Honorable Leader Trump, what brings you to call me?"

"Bishop McCullen, I'm so sorry to bother you. I, the leader of this alliance, don't visit you unless it's important."

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries on the other end of the phone, Trump abruptly changed the subject and got straight to the point.

"Bishop McCullen, I regret to inform you that Bishops Kyle and Kane have perished."

"According to our intelligence department's investigation, Kyle died at the hands of the Wind and Rain Tower, while Kane died at the hands of the Persian Ming Cult."

Are you sure?

McClane's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively pressed for an answer.

Kyle was borrowed by Trant, ostensibly to support the White Eagle Alliance, but Kane has been in seclusion in the church. He only said a few days ago that he was going on a long trip. How could he be involved with the Persian Ming Cult?

He even lost his life?

"I am absolutely certain that there is not a single falsehood in this!"

Trump said with a worried look on his face:

"The relevant evidence and intelligence have been sent to your email address, and you can view them now."

"Bishop McCullen, the deaths of these two bishops have deeply saddened our White Eagle Alliance. Why don't we join forces to avenge them and defeat the Wind and Rain Tower and the Persian Ming Cult!"

"Okay! I understand!"

McCallen gritted her teeth and hung up the phone.

His face was extremely gloomy, and he exuded a chilling killing intent.

Without a second thought, he immediately opened his email to check the evidence sent by Trump. Seeing the forged photos and intelligence, he trembled with rage, and the fire of anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

Meanwhile, in the White Eagle Alliance's conference room.

After hanging up the phone, Trump wore a triumphant smile, his previous frustration and anger vanishing.

"The fish has taken the bait! Once he finishes reading those materials, he'll definitely retaliate fiercely against the Persian Ming Cult and the Wind and Rain Pavilion. Then we can reap the benefits!"

Trump laughed heartily, his eyes full of smugness.

"Congratulations to the Alliance Leader on gaining another powerful ally! Victory is assured in this battle!"

Yang Zhentian stared at Chuan Te with a smile and then offered a compliment.

The photos made Trump extremely happy, and he couldn't stop smiling.