Come on, Stack Those Buffs!

Still retaining a touch of childlike innocence, Shirley secretly looked at the instructor's shameless behavior with disdain.

"Forget it, she's always so unlucky, she always loses at rock-paper-scissors..."

"If we don't catch a single small fry in this operation, the instructors will definitely torture us to death when we get back..."

Jill put her arm around Shirley's shoulder, smiling and comforting the little girl, while subtly criticizing Alice's petty nature.

"Besides, who do you think taught you this bad habit of flipping the table when you can't win a head-on fight?"

Shirley's lips twitched slightly as she recalled the times she had asked someone to play chess with her.

Teacher Kevin...

Just as Alice was loading her rifle and preparing to go on a killing spree, all three of their communicators simultaneously emitted urgent red signals.

You guys are lucky...

The female instructor's pupils contracted slightly when she saw the message floating on her wristwatch. Her long, powerful right leg was raised high, almost forming a straight line.

Then, Alice, her physical strength concentrated to its limit, stomped the ground fiercely like a demon god flashing with red and black blood light.

Instantly, the earth trembled violently, and an area within a radius of hundreds of miles collapsed by tens of meters.

Furthermore, dense, radiating reddish-black blood vessels spread throughout the underground Ruins of the entire city.

Those hair-thin strands sliced through cement, steel, reactive armor, conventional engineering plastics, bulletproof glass, and other obstructing materials as easily as a knife cutting through tofu.

The underground drug labs and all sorts of employees and combatants were instantly turned into pincushions without anyone noticing.

Whether it's flesh and blood or soul, it all turns into nourishment for the red and black blood vessels.

Thousands of tentacles, ending everything!

Utter darkness! Utter terror!

Jill and Shirley were shocked, but their eyes were filled with respect, not distance.

In chaotic times, severe punishments are necessary; it is not only light that can sweep away darkness.

Perhaps only darker and more cruel methods can make those rats in the gutter think twice.

"Walk!"

The three reunited, mounted the hovermobile, and Wormhole Jump behind them.

Cambodia, ruins of the Khmer Dynasty.

Archaeologist Lara, suspended by a zipline, approaches a white bodhisattva statue with three heads and six arms, carefully studying the ancient inscriptions on it.

"... King Jayavarman I, the greatest ruler of the Khmer Empire... a nation that killed wives... wife's betrayal... Kuman Thong..."

The gist of the story is that Jayavarman I, the Khmer king, destroyed his wife's kingdom, and she poisoned him in revenge, only to be killed in the process.

During the process of burying his wife's body, Jayavarman I discovered that his wife was pregnant.

So, whether out of remembrance or remorse, the Khmer king turned his son's corpse into the strange Kuman Thong.

Lara looked at her with disdain and spat on it.

"Pah! You scumbag!"

No, he should be called a deadbeat scumbag!

I just happened to dig up your grave today, to vent my anger for your wife.

The archaeologist, brimming with enthusiasm, reached out to remove the golden gemstone from the Bodhisattva's forehead.

However, as the fingers approached, a wisp of gray-black mist spread out, accompanied by bursts of infant laughter, sending chills down one's spine.

Lara felt a gust of wind in front of her and hurriedly swung aside, her two white marble arms, each holding a sword of light, slashing across the air.

As the gray-black mist surged, the pizza-shaped head, which had been closed-eyed, suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, stepped down from the lotus pedestal, and began to hunt down the archaeologist who had disturbed the eternal rest of the Khmer king.

The gemstone is faulty!

An archaeologist with extensive treasure hunting experience nimbly jumped onto the Bodhisattva's shoulder and raced towards the top of the monster's head.

When Lara's gaze fell upon the golden gem on the Bodhisattva's forehead again, her eyes narrowed instantly.

Because this thing was showing signs of becoming transparent, and inside was a dried, black, mummified infant corpse.

Holy crap! That's disgusting! He killed his wife and then turned his son into a malevolent corpse, condemning him to eternal damnation and making him guard your tomb forever.

Lara darted left and right, and the bodhisattva sculpture, driven by the evil intentions of the Kuman Thong, smashed precious cultural relics such as tomb guardian beasts, murals, and eternal lamps along the way.

The archaeologists, dedicated to the excavation and preservation of cultural relics, were heartbroken and had no choice but to turn around and take action.

Lara's fingers and hands suddenly transformed into sharp claws, chiseling into the area around the golden gem, preparing to dig it out.

However, the communicator at his waist suddenly beeped urgently, and a line of information appeared before his eyes.

The archaeologist was startled and unconsciously increased the force in his hand, causing the golden gem, along with the sealed corpse of the Kuman Thong inside, to immediately disintegrate into dust.

The enormous Bodhisattva sculpture, as if it had lost its vitality, quickly turned grayish-white, and the stones crumbled and disintegrated.

And, by sheer coincidence, the statue's head rolled all the way up to the lotus pedestal and smashed into the protruding mechanism.

In an instant, the beams supporting the tomb collapsed, and the blue poisonous sand and mercury seeping from the cracks in the walls attacked from above and below.

How many tombs are there this year? Can't I just have a proper chance to do some archaeological research?

Lara's eyes were vacant, and she muttered indignant murmurs as her body gradually disappeared into the Micro Wormhole behind her.

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Chapter 1088, Section 1135: Come on, let's stack up the buffs!

In a dark alleyway in New York City, sprayed with various colors of paint, Kevin stared at Keisha with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"You really don't intend to join me in gathering a large army to rescue the angels and demons?"

The Angel Queen shook her head slightly and smiled calmly.

"With you here, I don't need to go back..."

"Besides, since the former Angel Queen has already fallen in battle, she should get some rest..."

Kevin touched the side of his nose and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Seriously, this sudden decision to quit came as a surprise, didn't it? Are you really planning to leave everything to me?"

"Aren't you worried that if the Merlot Heavenly Court is overthrown, your own Just Order will collapse?"

Keisha looked around at the buildings, which combined tech punk and gothic retro styles, with great interest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"If Hexi hadn't run away so quickly, and a new generation of successors hadn't been cultivated, I would have already planned to find a quiet place to recuperate."

"Moreover, I'm very interested to see how Karl's so-called Ultimate Fear will destroy my Just Order while I'm away."

"I will give him this chance..."

Kevin stroked his chin thoughtfully with his fingertips.

After 30,000 years of living together, the man's understanding of Keisha was almost ingrained in his very bones.

This Saintess possessed an indelible stubbornness and arrogance in her nature.

She can accept failure, but she is absolutely unwilling to admit her mistakes.

The emergence of Ultimate Fear has fundamentally shaken Keisha's Just Order, leaving her pride riddled with holes.

Compared to before, Kevin has matured a lot after his rampage in the Heavenly Palace.

When someone is in a high position, they are easily constrained in their judgments on certain ideas and issues, and cannot easily change their course.

Therefore, Keisha would rather end at the climax than personally deny everything she had fought for.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to face herself and the countless angel sisters who sacrificed themselves for this ideal.

And how should she deal with those intelligent beings whose development is suppressed and whose lives are taken away by the Just Order?

Therefore, Kevin gained a deeper understanding of Keisha's choice, and considering the sacrifices he had witnessed angels make for cosmic peace over the past 30,000 years.

"So, what are your plans next?"

Kevin felt a pang of pity and naturally reached out to smooth a strand of hair that had been blown away by the wind from Keisha's ear.

"Wander around your planet..."

"I'm genuinely curious to see what changes you'll bring to the world."

Keisha smiled slightly, her last words carrying a hint of teasing after her aloofness had faded.

"Teacher..."

Well, in a sense, he was indeed Keisha's half-teacher and close friend.

However, their relationship later deteriorated, and the frequency of their sexual encounters overshadowed their previous pure friendship.

"Okay, then I'll treat it as a break for myself."

"The native Christianity of Earth is also very interesting. I suggest visiting the offices of the Roman Curia, the Amakusa-Style Six Sacred Arts Japanese Christian Church, the Russian Orthodox Church, and the Anglican Church."

The current Puritan Archbishop Laura Stuart, the Japanese Pope Kansaki Shizuka, the former Roman Papal Legion Pope C. C., and Cocolia, an angelic incarnation who has almost become the honorary spokesperson for the Orthodox Church.

These are all very interesting things to visit. If the former Archangel Michael were to personally comfort the believers on Earth, things would certainly become quite interesting.

Kevin thought to himself and smiled slyly.

"Oh, right, I'll prepare two clergy members to accompany you."

The man's mind raced, and his desire to cause trouble within Earth's native religion grew stronger. He snapped his fingers, and his Flame Greatsword slammed into the ground.

Suddenly, the Soul Stone, Reality Stone, and Space Stone on the sword's spine glowed faintly, and the Honkai Imprint on its forehead emitted a spiritual light.

Strands of golden light emanated from between the man's fingers and palms.

Driven by various powers, the glimmer of light coalesced into Van Helsing Divine Grace Hunter, wearing a cowboy hat, a white wool vest, and carrying a machine gun case on his back.

At the same time, a spatial passage opened in front of them, and Oracle Nun Heidewilli, dressed in a nun's habit and holding a Heaven's--Funeral Bell sniper rifle, emerged from it with a bewildered expression.

"Thank God... Thank God... Thank God... Amen..."

The young nun remained stunned for a long time, her lips moving repeatedly, her right hand making the sign of the cross over her chest, praying to the Lord again and again, until tears welled up in her eyes, before finally bursting out in an excited voice.

"Master Angel..."

"Van Helsing..."

Kevin smiled and stepped forward, gently stroking the little nun's head and wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After finally calming down, Heidewilli burst into laughter through her tears and then poured out her longing for her long-lost relatives.

The only drawback is that Van Helsing could only vaguely recall his closeness to Heidewilli; some memories were fragmented and disorganized, and he could only vaguely recall many things.

After all, when Sumari escaped using Van Helsing's body, it had already caused irreversible damage to his memory and soul.

Kevin was able to revive this Divine Grace Hunter thanks to the Supreme Divinity of the Soul Stone.

The chances of Van Helsing fully recovering are slim, and even if they could be achieved, it would be a long and arduous undertaking.

However, for Heidewilli, who was devout and easily satisfied, the return of her family member, who was like a foster father to her, was the greatest blessing from God.

Through countless searches and, after the Infinity War, her questioning of the Roman Papal Legion, she had uncovered the secret of Van Helsing's sacrifice to God.

For decades, the young nun had despaired of finding Van Helsing, so the fact that her loved one had come back to life was an immense surprise.

"This child has a high affinity for light energy and possesses extraordinary compatibility with Angel Gene modules."

Keisha held Heidewilli's small hand, looked her up and down, and was quite satisfied with this pure-hearted believer.

"Of course, she is the Goddess of Light chosen by Alaya, and it just so happens that she has met you, Lord Michael, the Blessed Ruler of Heaven."

The man chuckled and identified Keisha. The simple-minded Heidewilli was immediately flustered, feeling a surge of excitement, as if she were facing an idol.

On the contrary, Van Helsing Divine Grace Hunter who was used to seeing the ways of the world and had been tricked by the Moon Angel Sariel, reacted rather calmly, with a polite but somewhat distant manner.

"Then, the war between good and evil is entrusted to you, Uriel, the youngest of the Seven Archangels of Creation..."

Having been relieved of her burdens, Keisha became somewhat playful, invoking Kevin's divine name on Earth and casually summoning her King's Command Sword, which she then tossed to someone.

Well, according to the birth time and order of the Seven Archangels of Creation, it seems he really is a younger brother.

However, of the three brothers Jehovah (Lucifer / Midalun), Sariel, Laguer, Sumari, codenamed Sariel, is already dead.