Chapter 66 Church
"There were only one or two fanatics in the cult stronghold we cleared today. We have killed them all. The rest are ordinary people who have been bewitched and have not yet experienced the evil god's rituals."

"Just lock them up, have them attend a few services, and baptize them with holy water a few times, and everything will be fine. Don't commit more murders."

After Conis finished making the arrangements, he held his waist and said tiredly, "People have to accept aging, especially us [Light Singers], who only strengthen our mental strength and basically do not strengthen our physical fitness."

"Unlike you [Light Chasers], whose bodies and spirits grow in synergy, you can maintain your peak state for a long time after reaching level 3."

Opposite Conis, the clergyman who was listening to his arrangements was named Sam Rudolph, one of his subordinates who had just entered the third level when he was brought from the Baptist Church.

Sam had been practicing with him at the headquarters before and had no practical experience in the field, so Conis was a little worried about him and always liked to give him constant instructions.

After listening to Conis, Sam nodded repeatedly and replied, "You are not old. You only used half a sentence to shatter the internal organs of the two fanatics today. You didn't even leave me a chance to attack."

Cornish smiled and shook his head.

"Even if these cultists are of a low level, we cannot take them lightly. They may install some self-destruct devices in their bodies. Even more disgusting ones may add contaminated meat into the self-destruct bombs."

"When I was young, a very good friend of mine was hit like this."

"What about him?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"Of course he died, at the hands of a cultist who was not even at the first level."

"So, don't underestimate low-level enemies just because you've reached level 3 and completed your first qualitative change. You should know that your body can only barely withstand small-caliber pistols, and the enemy may even pull out an RPG."

After listening to the teacher's teachings, Sam's arrogance mostly disappeared, and he obediently went to deal with the captured evil god believers.

After a short rest, Conis stood up and prepared to enjoy the scenery of Fort Lauderdale. He had been busy hunting down the cultists and had not yet had a good look at this water city.
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After leaving Calvin's house, Luke took a look at his new home. The general decoration had been completed, but the most important safe house and the armory were still under repair, and the room still looked bustling with activity.

Staying there would also delay the progress of the construction. Luke thought about it and realized that he had encountered a lot of things recently, especially the cultists were still entrenched in this city. If he went home, he was afraid of causing trouble for his family, so he decided not to go.

After thinking it over, he simply drove to the church.

After parking the car, he walked around the main part of the church and came to the place where the clergy lived and worked. Just as Luke was about to walk back, he was stopped by a man dressed in priest clothes but armed with a gun.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the other party asked vigilantly.

Luke was quite puzzled. He had been here several times before. There were not many people in this church and he knew most of them by name. He shouldn't have been stopped.

Moreover, he had never seen this person's appearance before.

Oh! By the way, these should be the reinforcements Father Moore invited.

Seeing that the other side looked very elite, Luke thought to himself that the church had even raised private soldiers. Isn't this the same concept as the Eighteen Bronze Men of the Shaolin Temple?

Meili nuts are like jujube pills.

I may complain in my heart, but it does not affect my politeness.

Luke responded appropriately: "My name is Luke. I am a friend of Father Moore. I came here specially to see him. I hope you can convey my message to him."

The armed priest nodded and said, "Don't move here. I'll go ask Bishop Moore and he'll be back soon." Are you taking advantage of me, boy?

However, this armed priest is a foreigner and it is impossible for him to have read "Back Figure", so I think he must have said it unintentionally.

But Luke always liked to play this joke in his previous life, and he always felt like he was being taken advantage of.

A moment later, Moore came out with the armed priest and personally took Luke to the reception room.

Moore was holding a steaming cup of coffee, his handsome face looming behind the steam. Over the past period of time, he had been leading Conis and his men to clear out the cultists everywhere, and he was exhausted.

Seeing Luke, a friend whom she had just met but with whom she got along very well, her green eyes narrowed and her tired mood improved a lot.

"The cleansing of the cultists has been very effective. Now they basically dare not show up." He first told Luke about the results of his recent efforts.

After all, the other party is on the cult’s blacklist and will definitely be concerned about this aspect.

Luke naturally believed what Moore said. He nodded and asked casually, "Any other questions?"

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Moore rubbed his temples with a headache, his green eyes full of fatigue. He complained to Luke, "The problem is that these cultists are too good at hiding. Although we destroyed three or four cult dens, their leader never showed up again."

"If we don't kill this cult leader, the current peaceful situation will be in vain. He will soon be able to attract a bunch of low-level cultists."

"After all, the evil god's contamination is too easy. If you survive it, you will become a member of the cult. If you can't survive it, you will become nutrients for the cult."

Luke understood. Now Moore and the others were playing a game of whack-a-mole with the cultists. Whoever showed his head would be killed, but the other side never showed its head.

It's a competition of who can keep calm more.

It was obvious that Moore was now extremely annoyed.

However, after the Rat-Rat War, perhaps no one in Fort Lauderdale knows more about searching than Luke.

After all, One Ear controls most of the rats in the city. These little creatures are everywhere and can penetrate any hole. Even the most hidden places cannot escape their eyes and ears.

But if you want to use them for searching, you must first inject the concept of the search target and the basic characteristics of the opponent into their poor brains.

Although the rats Luke dealt with these days seemed quite intelligent, this was actually only a minority of the time. They were the elite and wisest rats. Most of the rats in the city were still muddle-headed ordinary rats who had little self-awareness other than following orders.

Luke picked up the coffee and took a sip, then said in a steady tone, "I have some other channels, you can look for them, maybe they will work."

"Really?" I don't know where he got the trust from. After Luke said that, Moore took it seriously and said with a look of surprise, "That's great. I have been troubled by this for a long time."

“Thank you so much!”

Luke put down his coffee cup and waved his hand. "Why thank me? It's my duty. The cultists are our common enemy."

"I haven't forgotten the assassination. And - the shooting was also caused by them. The hatred is getting deeper and deeper. One side must fall before it can be completely resolved."

(End of this chapter)