Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The rain pattered softly, echoing through the thin walls of the church in this small space.

"It's raining. I like the rain. All saints consider the rain sacred."

Henry's eyes gleamed with golden light as he lightly swung his short sword, scrutinizing Kong Jiu with great interest.

"And you? Who are you?"

His eyes were no longer those of the devout and fanatical old priest, but were filled with curiosity, like those of a newborn baby.

"The one who will destroy the Iron Curtain," Kong Jiu replied coldly.

Although surprised that the 'concept' possessed self-awareness, he did not forget his responsibilities.

"You want to destroy me?"

Henry glanced at Kong Jiu up and down a few times, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Bearing the burdens of 357 living souls and 2,604 dead souls, are you the Angel of Death?"

Henry's eyes grew increasingly excited, like a child excitedly examining a new toy.

"How many years has it been since anyone traversed this wild path on the highest road?"

With a flick of his wrist, the short sword transformed back into the scripture, which he held in his hands.

"Hey Henry, someone more interesting than you has appeared. I don't want to stay in this old and decaying body any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry's lips twitched noticeably, and the golden light in his eyes dimmed.

"No, 'loyalty'? Didn't we agree to be loyal to the Quaker Church for life?"

Henry spoke up eagerly.

The aged and hurried voice clearly came from the real Henry.

"Old Henry, old Henry, forty years have passed. Even if I've influenced your mind, you should be tired of it by now, right?"

This time, the sound did not come from his throat, but from the crack in his heart, accompanied by a flash of golden light.

"Besides, you held on for a week after your death, fulfilling your duties to the best of your ability. You were defeated by the enemy, and if I hadn't repaired this fatal wound, you would have already collapsed and died."

The golden light made a sound in his heart, causing Henry's face to turn extremely ugly.

"It's right, Father Henry. You've lost twice."

Kong Jiu slowly closed the black umbrella, his expression calm.

The first time was when Henry was unconscious, and Conju had a full opportunity to kill him.

The second time was this fatal wound.

Henry's face gradually darkened; even someone as fervent as him had to admit defeat.

However, at the last moment, he mustered his last bit of stubbornness, and his eyes turned fierce again.

"Loyalty, help me one last time, in the warp!"

A week earlier, after learning that church personnel who had come to hold the succession ceremony had been involved in an accident, he struggled and collapsed in front of the box.

"I cannot fall! The church needs me, our Lord needs me!"

In the struggle, he knocked over the box he had guarded for forty years.

A ray of golden light surged into his chest.

That's why he's still alive.

Henry understood that these mysterious entities attached to spirit objects would have their psychic power greatly amplified in the warp.

"Let me be loyal one last time... one last time!"

Henry's eyes narrowed, and he solemnly picked up the scripture in his hands.

"Lord, I have transcended death and reached the end of my life. Now, I will prove myself one last time!"

The scripture in his hands transformed into a pure golden light, like a gift from a fairy in a fantasy story, magnificent and dazzling.

"Alas, considering you have served me for forty years, I will grant you your last wish, you old bones."

The golden light seeping from the wound in Henry's chest spread out from his body.

The golden light, like an unfolded curtain, enveloped the entire church.

Kong Jiu's eyes sharpened as well.

Subspace?

Is this an unfolding subspace?

Unlike opening the crack and stepping into darkness, the golden light directly enveloped him and merged him into the subspace.

A golden subspace?

At this moment, five steps away, Henry's white hair fluttered, and the golden light in his hand blended into the dazzling world.

His eyes were filled with piety, loyalty, and a final burst of enthusiasm.

"Young man, state your name."

An aged voice echoed through the subspace. Henry no longer denounced Congo as a demon, but instead earnestly inquired about his name.

"Kong Jiu".

Faced with this posture, which resembled a protagonist launching a counterattack before dying, Kong Jiu couldn't help but become cautious and gripped the black umbrella tightly in response.

"Okay, Kong Jiu."

Henry gripped the golden light tightly in both hands, and his cloudy eyes gradually cleared.

"When I was your age, I wanted to reform the corrupt church and let that ancient tree sprout new buds again."

His voice was firm, yet it revealed a longing for the past.

"But the roots of this towering tree have long since rotted, and I am powerless to save it."

"Blinded by loyalty, I abandoned my old friends, forsaken my ideals, and broke my vow not to harm the innocent..."

What a long and heavy dream.

Old Henry raised the golden light high above his head.

The entire subspace shone with dazzling light, as if responding to his will.

"This sword, regardless of right or wrong, will only prove my loyalty and demonstrate my will. Kong Jiu, I wager this sword upon you; do you dare to accept it?"

Old Henry's spiritual power and physical body were collapsing and decaying at a visible speed, all flowing into the golden light in his hand.

Kong Jiu remained silent and nodded gently.

He could tell that old Henry was nearing the end of his life.

And he never refuses the requests of the dying.

A hint of a smile flickered in old Henry's eyes.

Forty years have passed like a dream, fleeting in my eyes with this smile—

The newborn cries in the monastery, the study of spiritual powers, baptism to become a priest, traveling through Latin America to advocate for the people, bearing the name of loyalty, yet harming countless innocent lives that stepped into this 'sanctuary'...

He laughed, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

Tears fall, sword falls.

Amidst the golden light, three or four figures emerged, unleashing a powerful slash towards Kong Jiu.

Each figure symbolizes the life of a keeper of secrets, a life dedicated to serving 'loyalty'.

The spiritual power and memories of the three guardians throughout their lifetimes surged toward Kong Jiu like a tidal wave!

However, under the golden light, Kong Jiu's shadow was also cast behind him.

More than one.

One, five, seven, eleven...

Hundreds and thousands of figures, like raindrops, approached with the golden light and suddenly appeared behind Kong Jiu.

"You've lost, Henry."

Old Henry spoke softly, the golden light on his chest shining through him.

The lives of three or four keepers who diligently fulfilled their duties seem insignificant compared to the tens of thousands of souls lost after Kong Jiu.

The golden light stopped in front of Kong Jiu's forehead, then suddenly dispersed and merged into the figures.

"It's over, Henry."

The golden light from the chest resounded once more.

But Henry could no longer hear.

With a smile on his face, his body completely turned into specks of golden dust and dissipated into the subspace.

The radiance gradually faded, and the warp began to disintegrate.

The rain has stopped.

All the dazzling light gathered back into the book, and together with the golden light that had been hidden in old Henry's chest, it trembled and flew towards Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu waved his hand, and the black umbrella was absorbed into his blood, steadily catching the two streaks of light that flew towards him.

One Hundred Years of Solitude

This is the name of old Henry's peculiar book.

In his other hand, a small golden scarab sculpture, exuding an aura of 'concept,' hovered quietly in his palm.

"Angel of Death, you have won. From now on, I will follow you."