I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Has she arrived?

Twelve Nights shook his head.

"Then let's open the blind boxes first."

Feng Zejian pulled out the remaining nails, removed the chains, and pushed the several hundred-pound boulder aside, where it rolled a few times.

Magic circles were engraved on the wooden lid and the edge of the well cover.

It should have been drawn together after the lid was put on.

Feng Zejian lifted the manhole cover.

There were no wails, no soaring black clouds, and no change in the weather.

Feng Zejian peered inside and saw a dry well. A skeleton dressed in priest's robes leaned against the wall at the bottom of the well, clutching a silver cross in its hand.

The clothes looked remarkably clean, almost brand new, and the skull appeared intact.

"Master, wait here for me, I'm going to jump down and get something."

Before Shierye could react, Fengzejian jumped down, and three seconds later, he came back up with the corpse.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Twelve Nights thought it didn't look like a demon at all.

Feng Zejian patted the dust off his hands and clothes.

"Mission accomplished. This person should be the priest, and the cross in his hand should be our target."

Twelve Nights was quite surprised.

"It turns out that what was sealed inside was not a demon, but a priest."

"In my opinion, this seal might have been placed by a demon."

Feng Zejian removed the cross.

This cross is made of pure silver, and it exudes an aura of unparalleled holiness.

Without hesitation, Feng Zejian handed it over to Shierye.

"Here you go, keep it, it's a good thing."

Twelve Nights still felt some aversion to what the dead held in their hands.

But since Feng Zejian said it was a good thing, he didn't refuse.

"By the way, do we have to hand over this cross?"

"It's not mandatory to hand it in, but if I don't, someone might contact me through the website's official channels and ask me to hand it in."

"Don't hand it over, this is really good stuff."

Twelve Nights nodded.

"What do we do now? Should we go back?"

"Let's go out and bury this person first. His soul is imprisoned here, and he probably won't find release."

Feng Zejian picked up the priest's remains and walked outside.

A huge black magic circle appeared on the ground around the two of them.

A commotion began to rise from the ground as unrecognizable corpses crawled out, followed by blurry figures emitting black smoke.

"Master, draw your sword. Now is the time to test the results."

Twelve Nights drew the Soul-Severing Sword and slashed at the shadow without hesitation, but the Soul-Severing Sword passed right through the shadow and had no effect whatsoever.

Twelve Nights hurriedly retreated, her pretty face visibly showing panic.

"Why isn't it working?"

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."

Suddenly, Feng Zejian thought of something.

“Master, try wrapping the cross around the hand that’s holding the knife, and then try cutting with the knife.”

Twelve Nights understood perfectly and, as Kazesawa had instructed, wrapped the cross around his hand and held the knife.

With another slash, the moment the blade touched the shadow, it howled and vanished.

Twelve Nights was startled; it had indeed worked.

This also confirmed Feng Zejian's idea.

The spell patterns on the Soul Severing Sword are probably designed for ghosts and monsters in Tokyo; they're not effective against these Western demons.

The sacred power of the cross, transmitted through the hands of Twelve Nights to the Soul Breaker, can be considered a fusion of East and West.

The combination of the cross and the Soul Severing skill made it easy to cut through the approaching monsters, but this place seemed to be a monster respawn point, with monsters constantly spawning out.

It's like a toad crawling on your foot—it doesn't bite, but it's annoying.

The Twelve Nights of Killing was exhilarating, but also a bit tiring.

Twelve Nights instinctively looked towards Feng Zejian, but then turned her head back.

She felt that she couldn't rely on Feng Zejian for everything.

You have to find a way to break this deadlock yourself.

While clearing out the approaching monsters, Twelve Nights searched for a way to break the deadlock.

She quickly realized that there was a dark magic circle on the ground that was flashing with a faint light.

Twelve Nights decisively used his knife to slash through the black magic circle.

Although the twelve nights had shattered the magic circle, the monsters disappeared in droves.

Twelve Nights returned to Feng Zejian's side.

Feng Zejian praised him.

"Master is indeed master, truly amazing."

Hearing this, Twelve Nights felt a surge of joy.

Feng Zejian knew that saying something like that at a time like this would make Shierye extremely happy.

The scene shifts to Kazesawa and Twelve Nights burying the priest's remains in a place where sunlight can reach them.

The two men made the gestures of a Christian priest praying towards the priest's burial site.

This is the two people's respect for the deceased.

As a priest, he must have rebelled, otherwise he wouldn't have been sealed away in that place by the demon.

Moreover, since the demon chose to seal the priest, it means that the priest possesses something that the demon fears.

There is only one answer: the cross in the priest's hand. This is important to both the devil and the one who issued the mission.

At this moment, Twelve Nights' pupils suddenly contracted, and he became listless and his pupils dilated.

He then said in fluent English:

"My friends from a foreign land, thank you for giving me liberation."

Feng Zejian turned to look at the possessed Twelve Nights.

I put on the simultaneous interpretation headset I got from the cruise ship.

He organized his thoughts in not-so-fluent English.

"Please don't express your gratitude in this way, okay?"

The priest expressed his apology with shame.

"I'm sorry, this is the only way I can descend. I hope you can help me completely destroy the demon inside."

"These are all easy to discuss, but what will we get in return?"

Kazema's words startled Twelve Nights, who was possessed by the priest.

“We can do good deeds, but it’s not something as casual as sharing our bread with the homeless. We need to risk our lives to do it. If we die, we’re really dead. No one will remember us if we die here.”

“I understand what you mean, but I really have nothing to give you. My cross has already been taken away by you. It was a holy relic blessed by God, and there are no more than thirty of them in the entire Vatican.”

Chapter 413 The Priest's True Identity

Feng Zejian stroked his chin.

"So, your identity isn't simple either, right?"

"I think people should be more honest with each other. If you're hiding things from me, then there's no need for us to continue."

The priest sighed softly.

"I don't want to hide it, but it won't do outsiders any good if they know my identity, but it doesn't really matter."

“I am one of the thirty papal envoys, Shahram Teder.”

Feng Zejian looked towards the direction of the monastery.

"So, that demon wasn't an ordinary demon, right?"

"Yes, I don't know its exact identity, but it should be under the command of the Lord of Hell, that is, a demon cadre."

"Its main body has escaped back to hell; what remains is only a part of it."

Feng Zejian pondered.

"A high-ranking demon doesn't come to this place for no reason, just as you didn't come here for no reason."

“You know what I want to know. If you try to hide it or give me excuses, don’t even think about hospice care.”

"Just wait for me to dig up your bones and throw them back into that dry well, then seal it up again. The Lord you longed for didn't come to save you, to release your souls, and to bury your body. We are the ones who want you to understand this."

“We’ve done enough for you. If you want us to continue helping you, that will cost you something else.”

The priest was also hesitant.

The initiative is now entirely in Feng Zejian's hands, and what Feng Zejian said makes no mistake.

It wasn't the Lord he believed in who saved it, but rather two people with Eastern faces.

"I will tell you everything you want to know."

"The Vatican once prophesied that God's angels would descend to earth, but the prophecy did not specify how, where, or when the angels would descend."

"Shortly afterward, traces of demons appeared in this town, and the Vatican found it suspicious and sent me here."

“I thought that sending a papal envoy would be foolproof, but I didn’t expect it to be a high-level demon. I fought it for a long time, and when I saw the high-level demon escape back to hell, I thought it was all over. But then it separated a part of itself and took over the people in the monastery. I was knocked unconscious and imprisoned in that dark and sunless place until your arrival, which freed me.”

Feng Zejian looked towards the monastery once again.

"So, that means the demon didn't achieve its goal, and you didn't find the descending angel either. Therefore, there's a high probability that there are both demons and angels in this monastery."

The priest nodded.

"You're right."

Feng Zejian pulled his hair up and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it that interesting?"

The priest was both shocked and impressed by Feng Zejian's composure and playful expression.

Feng Zejian glanced at the priest.

"I promise you I will subdue the demon. As for any gains made in the monastery, they are none of your business or the Vatican's concern. Now, return Twelve Nights' body to Twelve Nights."

The priest nodded and closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, Twelve Nights had returned.

Twelve Nights was panting heavily.

"It's true, I have all the sensations, but I just can't do anything about it, just like watching a 3D movie."

“Master, hold the cross and knife in your hands tightly, we’re about to get really exciting.”

Twelve Nights gripped the knife tightly, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

The two arrived at the main gate.