Inner Destroyer

　Father Amos stood in the courtyard and felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

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　After talking about that, let’s talk about Qi Xing and Yilian.

　They were, of course, unaware of Amos's current situation, and they still didn't realize that Amos had orchestrated their own silver robbery. They were still busy dealing with the "Black Spartacus" incident.

　As the leader of the Holy Lance Knights said, the most important thing is to quickly stop the next "Silver Coin Messenger" who may cause serious damage.

　In Italy in January, the sun sets around five o'clock.

　Although it was only a little after six in the evening, night had already fallen. The University of Rome campus was still brightly lit, but the cold had made the square, which was bustling during the day, seem deserted.

　The street lights cast a dim glow, illuminating the mottled cobblestone road. Occasionally, a student hurried by, his hands in his coat pockets, his shoulders hunched, his steps hurried by due to the cold.

　Across the campus square, next to the Faculty of Classics, stands the International Exorcist Association building. The entrance is an ancient archway, its stone doorframe intricately carved with Latin inscriptions, recounting a millennium of intertwined scholarship and faith.

　Pushing the door open, I was greeted by a long table covered with parchment scrolls and old maps. Pinned to the wall were notices filled with reports on paranormal phenomena, demonic activity, and cults from around the world, even information on collaborations with shamans, Taoist priests, and esoteric alchemists.

　Some people may ask after seeing this - Is it really okay for your mysterious organization to have its headquarters in a university?

　However, in fact, it is really held here, and occasionally open courses on demonology are held in the Department of Classics, and the general public can also attend the classes.

　Reality is so wonderful.

　But the general public would never guess what the scene is like inside the "association" headquarters, which is just across the door.

　Dozens of Roman citizens suffering from drug addiction were carried in. Most of them just muttered to themselves and showed symptoms of delusions. A few were wailing in pain, scratching themselves, and attacking others - and two or three people had their eyes rolled back and were muttering in a language that did not belong to this world.

　This is no different from the consequences of drug addiction. How scary!

　"Quick! Sort them into different symptom groups!"

　A Catholic exorcist in a scholar's robe shouted orders, and several monks and medical staff immediately took action, classifying the patients according to their symptoms.

　Perhaps because this is a consecrated place, some people have an immune reaction, their bodies turn black, veins bulge, and ominous voodoo patterns appear on their skin; some people are simply in withdrawal shock, their bodies are as stiff as corpses, their lips are black and purple, and even their breathing is so weak that it is difficult to detect; some people have dull eyes, as if their souls have been devoured by something, staring blankly at the ceiling, drooling at the corners of their mouths.

　A Sufi whirling dervish sat cross-legged, his robes spread out on the ground like a flowing vortex. He closed his eyes, whispered ancient prayers, and gently plucking a rosary with his fingertips. The air around him seemed purified by some divine power. A patient, who had been writhing in pain, suddenly wailed, as if awakening from a nightmare, tears streaming down his face.

　A Tantric monk sat cross-legged beside a patient, the ga'u box in his hand glowing faintly. He formed a seal with his fingers and chanted a mantra to subdue demons, the vibrations echoing in the air. A patient suddenly vomited a pool of pitch-black liquid and instantly collapsed to the ground, but the pain on his face gradually faded.

　In another corner of the room, a Hermetic alchemist was concocting a mysterious antidote. He scraped a little gold powder with a knife, mixed it into a vial of alchemical solution, swirled it around, and then dripped it into a patient's mouth. Soon, the patient, whose face was ashen and respiratory failure, suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for air, and his body began to warm up.

　Everyone is taking action, no one stops, every belief, every skill is moving towards the same goal at this moment.

　This place is neither as solemn as a seminary nor as quiet and academic as an occult research institute. Instead, it is a combat center that transcends the boundaries of faith and culture and gathers the wisdom of the global good camp.

　This is the headquarters of the International Exorcist Association.

　Under the headquarters building, in a prison that cannot be found by any divination spells or telepathic abilities, is where Voodoo Hottie Ava Sakura LaFleur currently resides.

　The Hermetic alchemist of the Association had already lifted the silencing curse from her, so Qi Xing could interrogate her now.

　Before helping to arrange this, Elaine remembered that the Papal Privy Council had asked her to investigate whether the vice president of the "Association" had been corrupted. So she calmly asked the association staff member on duty, "Is Vice President Spina here today?"

　However, the employee replied, "The vice president is not on duty tonight. He only comes during the day recently."

　Well, this didn't mean anything, so Elaine had to put it aside for now and help Qi Xing interrogate the prisoners first.

　The voodoo hottie, whose hand was torn off and knocked unconscious by Qi Xing, just opened her eyes and saw "Rip Man" standing in front of her with a sinister smile, and she was almost scared to death again.

　Why the sinister smile? This is the righteousness of Qixing's hatred of evil.

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　It’s not surprising that the sense of righteousness comes from emotion!

　Feeling his "righteous heart", even the voodoo hottie who had previously looked down on everyone with her nose raised high in the sky, now had a look of fear on her face, cold sweats pouring down her face, and could no longer smile.

　"They told me that this place was specially designed so that no one could find you. And with my power, you wouldn't be able to commit suicide even if you wanted to."

　Qi Xing said,

　"Now you can start begging for mercy."

　Quack!

　The voodoo hottie immediately surrendered: "I'll admit anything! Just spare me and ask me to do anything for you! Seriously!"

　Okay. This will save everyone time.

　"Name, identity, origin... forget it, these are unimportant. Just tell me, why did your leader ask you to steal the book?"

　Qi Xing threw the clipboard aside halfway through the question and went straight to the point.

　"I, I, I don't know either! It was the leader who ordered them to steal this book! Even the plan was arranged by the leader!"

　Voodoo Hottie wailed and screamed. Her voice had become hysterical, completely devoid of her usual levity, and even her glitter-coated eyelids were trembling.

　"Waste," Qi Xing said coldly. "I'm afraid you're of no use to your leader. Tell me, what does your leader want? What exactly is the goal of your organization, Black Spartacus?"

　It was not surprising that the Silver Messenger hadn't explained his abilities to his subordinates. However, Qi Xing felt that these subordinates should know what their leader wanted to do—their organization should have a goal, right?

　Although he was mentally prepared, what the voodoo hottie said next still surprised Qi Xing.

　"Goal? Our organization's goal..."

　At first, she actually hesitated for a moment. However, she immediately confessed after feeling Qi Xing's murderous intent.

　"Y-It's Italy!"

　"The target is Italy?"

　"Yes! Our Black Spartacus organization's goal is to conquer all of Italy—"

　She said very seriously and solemnly,

　"Destroy all white people!"

　“Become a black paradise!!”

　037: Tonight we are all Africans

　Eliminate all white people in Italy and turn the whole of Italy into a paradise for blacks?

　For a moment, Qi Xing couldn't help but doubt his own ears.

　How could such a thing be possible? Even with a cow coated in ice... No, wait, calm down and think carefully first.

　Qi Xing rubbed his forehead.

　Use a little imagination. "Thirty silver coins" are fragments of the power to create and govern the universe. Even if humans might have limited effectiveness, not as good as Samael himself, no one knows what effect they can actually achieve, or what their upper limit is.

　Just wanting to turn Italy into a paradise for black people... doesn't seem impossible. And what does it mean to "eliminate"? Kill them all?

　Thinking of this, Qi Xing immediately asked, "What is the definition of a black paradise?"

　This question is particularly important. If "Black Spartacus" simply wanted to allow more black refugees to flood into Italy, driving out and ultimately eliminating all white residents, then perhaps the power of "silver coins" wouldn't be a problem...

　"Motherf*** is for the strong. We will turn everyone into black people and then wipe out Christianity."

　As a result, the voodoo hottie said, as if it was a matter of course,

　"For hundreds of years, white countries and Christianity have been enslaving, exploiting, and brainwashing us black people!"

　"These hateful white people have committed too many crimes against us, robbed us of too many things, and owed us a huge debt! These crimes are still continuing even today and have not been repaid!"

　"We black people are the bravest, most intelligent, and most rebellious race in the world. We Haitians were the first black people to gain independence! Therefore, we, the 'Black Spartacus,' will not follow the old path of white people, nor the evil path of other races."

　"Short white skin is an inferior heredity. Only we, the pure black strong ones, should have children and spread out - but we will not follow the old path of white genocide!"

　"If only we could turn everyone into black people, there would be no racial discrimination in this world!"

　…Although this mixed-race black chick didn't even speak French fluently, her words of astonishing wisdom were enough to flatten the Alps and stop the Earth's rotation, making the surrounding "association" exorcists laugh.

　For a moment, the underground prison was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

　Only Elaine and Qi Xing didn't laugh.

　The Silver Messenger was so rare that even its existence was a major secret, unknown to ordinary exorcists or even officials. They couldn't help but laugh, but Elaine and Qi Xing couldn't.

　And the hottie hasn’t said how they plan to turn everyone black.

　You can't use a crane, right?

　"You said you wanted to eliminate Christianity," Elaine asked with a frown, "how do you plan to do that?"

　It may sound funny, but even if all Italians were turned into black, the Roman Catholic Church probably would not disappear.

　"This... this person doesn't know either..."

　The voodoo hottie avoided looking away in embarrassment.

　"But the boss said that Christianity is the source of modern civilized society, and the Roman Catholic Church must be destroyed - and then the hypocritical monogamy must be abolished!"

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　Why?! What does this have to do with monogamy?!

　However, intra-ethnic group marriage is indeed a West African tradition and a long-standing black culture!

　"Spartacus was a gladiator hero who led slaves in rebellion against their oppressors in the late Roman Republic, seeking liberation."

　Qi Xing is not really unlearned after all, he still knows this name.

　"I know that. You black people want to conquer Italy and overthrow the Roman Catholic Church. Is that why you use the name 'Black Spartacus'?"

　This is something that everyone can think of, but the truth is more than that.

　“That’s not all.”

　Elaine explained quietly beside her,

　At the end of the 18th century, a slave revolt erupted in the French Caribbean colonies, establishing Haiti, the first black nation outside of Africa. The leader of this revolution, the founding father of Haiti, became known as the "Black Spartacus." He made Haiti the world's first free republic with a black majority. This is the history of Haiti's founding.

　It turned out to be the case.

　Qi Xing didn't understand this. He had never really cared about the history of black countries in Central and South America.

　Interestingly, the Haitian voodoo chick who was being tied up and interrogated suddenly revealed a sudden realization when she heard Elaine's words: "Oh! No wonder the boss called the organization 'Black Spartacus'! So there's this kind of history!"

　Such unlearned words made the surrounding association exorcists laugh even harder.

　But Qi Xing and Yi Lian looked at each other and felt a little confused.

　These voodoo kids are so clueless. Not to mention Hot Voodoo Girl, one of the "Big Four," the other black voodoo fighters barely even speak English. Luckily, Hot Voodoo Girl at least manages to communicate in basic English.

　However, their boss not only knows how to use allusions, but also lets hot girls steal ancient Latin books... It's actually very strange to think about it this way.

　"Are there any other talented people or masters in your organization?"

　"That's a lot!" The hottie immediately became excited when she mentioned this. "Not counting our invincible boss, there are three others as powerful as me!"

　Wow, is this true? I'm so scared.

　"The Four Heavenly Kings are useless, so just help me take notes later."

　So Qi Xing instructed the association staff next to him, and then asked, "What's your leader's name? What other abilities does he have besides hanging? Where is he now?"

　Since it sounded like only the boss in this organization was reliable, and he was suspected to be a "Silver Coin Messenger", Qi Xing might as well just ask for the name and location, and then run over and kill their boss himself.

　He had thought that Voodoo Hottie would be reluctant to confess this part.

　"Our boss's name is Romany Domingo."

　I didn't expect her to say it so readily. Maybe she really didn't worry about what would happen to her boss.

　"He's formidable! He's both powerful and incredibly skilled! While you, 'Rip Man,' are certainly formidable, there's no way you'll ever defeat our boss! You'll only deeply appreciate his greatness, kneel before him, and be utterly defeated!"

　"Besides, our organization has already spread all over Rome and is always on the move. I don't even know where our boss is!"

　"But we have a very important secret base underground in Herculaneum!"

　What? What is Herculaneum?

　Qi Xing turned around and looked at Elaine, and saw her nod - OK, since she knew, then there was no problem.

　At the same time, Elaine felt a little strange: Herculaneum was actually an ancient Roman city that was buried under volcanic ash and pumice when Mount Vesuvius erupted nearly 2,000 years ago, similar to the famous Pompeii. It was not too far from Rome, less than 200 kilometers away.

　An ancient Roman city that was buried by a volcanic eruption in 79 AD.

　Connecting this history with the "Silver Messenger" really gives people a sense of foreboding.

　"Since she is so willing to cooperate with the interrogation, I will spare her life for now."