My Arms Can Turn into Blades

"Mr. Tu..."

Park Haoyu’s expression constantly shifted as he considered various excuses. After taking a deep breath, he finally spoke: "Our Mujin New Church has no intention of opposing the Celestial Strategy Mansion, from beginning to end. In essence, our Yellow Springs and your country share the same roots, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say we are brother nations of the same origin...

The previous two illegal incursions were indeed misunderstandings, involving a few members who acted independently under influence. I have already expelled them from the Mujin New Church and rectified the internal affairs."

In this, he did not lie.

In fact.

The moment the news of the public prosecution’s success spread, he immediately severed ties with those captured high-tier empowerers of the Mujin New Church.

"...Understood."

Upon hearing this, Tu Shou carefully studied Park Haoyu for a moment, then slowly nodded: "So, there won’t be a third time, no members will act on their own again, correct?"

"..."

Park Haoyu fell silent at these words, his mouth twitching slightly.

But having spoken them, they couldn’t be taken back.

His eyes were filled with hesitation, and in his mind, the words Chen Lusi and the Pope, Celestial Strategy Mansion, and Roman Catholic Church kept resurfacing.

After a long time, he finally replied with difficulty: "No, there won’t be..."

"Understood."

Tu Shou nodded again: "Our Celestial Strategy Mansion will remember, and I hope you remember what you said today."

Having said that.

He turned and left.

From beginning to end.

Not a single word was spoken unnecessarily.

Not even pleasantries were exchanged.

"..."

Park Haoyu watched as Tu Shou finished speaking and turned to leave, momentarily stunned.

Immediately thereafter, his rage erupted suddenly, and the spirit within him surged fiercely.

However.

Even until the end, Park Haoyu did nothing.

His face slowly turned red, and his breathing grew heavy.

And after Tu Shou’s figure completely disappeared.

He suddenly turned and picked up everything on the table, hurling it violently to the ground.

Bang—

The sound of shattering continued to echo.

The ordinary believer who had led Tu Shou in shuddered violently and then, as if waking from a dream, began to tremble all over.

"What right does he have... a low-ranking member of the Celestial Strategy Mansion! What right does he have to make such bold claims before me! Who does he think he is?"

After smashing everything on the table, Park Haoyu panted heavily: "Chen Lusi!?"

The only remaining believer on the ground dared not speak at all.

For he was not unfamiliar with such scenes.

Yesterday, after Lamar Aihai killed two bishops of the Mujin New Church.

Even then, Park Haoyu dared not explode in anger, also returning... and breaking things.

Ultimately.

This was merely an expression of fear.

Because not only did Tu Shou skip pleasantries, he didn’t even inquire about the Roman Catholic Church’s purpose in coming to Goryeo.

As if knowing Park Haoyu would not be truthful, or perhaps... a sign of contempt.

It was as if to say... no matter the purpose of the Roman Catholic Church, it didn’t matter, so asking was irrelevant.

This attitude, combined with recent events, inevitably instilled fear in Park Haoyu.

And now the problem was.

He didn’t know how to choose.

Celestial Strategy Mansion... Roman Catholic Church.

Park Haoyu’s breathing grew more intense, anger and fear intertwining, making him increasingly agitated.

Then.

The next moment.

He suddenly turned his head, looking at the ordinary believer who had brought Tu Shou in.

Seeing Park Haoyu’s blood-red eyes, the ordinary believer stiffened, just about to say something.

Suddenly.

Buzz—

An earthquake struck.

Park Haoyu’s body jolted, with a hint of fear, he glanced at the ground.

On the other side.

The ordinary believer’s eyes widened abruptly.

"Did you sense it?"

Park Haoyu seemed to confirm something, and his anger vanished instantly. He looked at the still-prostrating ordinary believer and immediately questioned him.

"I did sense it..."

The ordinary believer murmured incredulously, "It seemed like I heard the call of the Lord beneath the earth..."

Upon hearing this response, Park Haoyu’s expression froze.

Because... he had heard it too.

It seemed this was not an illusion.

So...

Park Haoyu looked towards the doorway, quickly recalling the cardinal Lamar Aihai, who had disappeared for about a day.

...

"It’s complete."

The sky churned with black fog.

Black fog also permeated all around.

Visibility was extremely low.

The ground was dry and pitch black.

But stepping on it felt like stepping on corpses, with a slight rebound at the soles of the feet.

Countless corpses, innumerable corpses... piled on the dry, pitch-black ground, lying in pools of blood, covering the entire ground, bodies strewn all around.

Cardinal Lamar Aihai pointed his right index and middle fingers toward the sky, holding a cross-shaped scepter in his left hand, gazing at the tragic scene of bodies everywhere, his voice neither joyful nor sorrowful.

"Congratulations, Bishop."

On the other side.

Holy Coffin Knight, Arakel Tuck stood beside Lamar, woodenly expressing a word of joy.

"Next, we just need to let that Park Haoyu, Sect Leader Park become the intermediary, holding the scepter that represents sacredness and power, but..."

At this point.

Lamar Aihai slowly lowered his right hand, squinted his eyes to look into the distance... as if he wanted to see clearly what was obscured by the black fog.

As he looked over.

A conversation suddenly erupted.

But it was unclear what they were saying.

It seemed like whispers.

Yet no one was visible.

At the same time, there was also a faintly audible, rushing sound of a river flowing.

Lamar listened to the sound of the river rushing, listened to the whispers that even prayers to God couldn’t stop, and asked: "Over there, is that the Yellow Springs Mainstream?"

"Yes."

Arakel Tuck nodded, but didn’t follow to look over: "Bishop, I don’t suggest you keep gazing over there for too long, nor do I suggest you take a step, entering the mainstream, otherwise the consequences will be severe... The scepter in your hand can’t appear over in the mainstream, nor can our priesthood."

Lamar was noncommittal: "How severe?"

Upon hearing this, Arakel Tuck’s wooden face showed an expression for the first time.

His face was full of pain, and he softly said: "My Authority Ability tells me, we would instantly vanish into thin air, there... countless Heroic Spirit remnants are watching us."

"..."

Lamar was startled, immediately retracting his gaze.

As soon as he retracted his gaze, the whispers disappeared.

And it was only at this moment that he realized... he really wanted to walk over just now.

But why he had such a thought... he was completely unaware.

He had looked for less than thirty seconds.

Yet was already influenced.

Realizing this.

In an instant.

Lamar’s back was drenched with sweat.

After a while.

He looked at Arakel Tuck: "Are you okay?"

Arakel Tuck shook his head, the pain on his face gradually dissipating: "Not at the moment, but I suggest we leave quickly... we are outsiders."

"Hmm."

This time Lamar did not oppose, nodding, then slowly raising the cross-shaped scepter in his left hand, finally glancing into the distance: "The legendary Yellow Springs Mainstream... wait, when the Great Angel arrives, I will visit again."

As soon as the words fell.

His figure disappeared.

Mujin New Church.

Park Haoyu felt the vibrations stop, immediately wanting to rush outside.

But as soon as he moved... the Cardinal holding a cross-shaped scepter, Lamar Aihai, appeared before him.

Park Haoyu abruptly halted his steps.

Lamar Aihai looked at Park Haoyu, with a half-smile, asked: "Sect Leader Park, where are you going?"

...

At the same time.

Handan.

In front of that familiar noodle shop.

The little boy noticed that the long-haired man finally withdrew his gaze.

He slowly walked towards the noodle shop.

The little boy quickly made way.

Ying Zheng glanced down at the little boy, noticing the curiosity in his eyes, but said nothing.

And after Ying Zheng entered the noodle shop, the little boy again glanced at the direction Ying Zheng had been looking, full of confusion.

There... was there something?

It felt like there was nothing there.

Why could he look for several minutes?

...Really strange.

The little boy mumbled, only turning back to the shop after hearing his mother’s call.

Then.

About ten minutes later.

The little boy carried a bowl of noodles, carefully placing it in front of Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng said nothing, just picked up the chopsticks.

But just as he was about to use the chopsticks.

The little boy, out of sheer curiosity, mustered the courage to quietly ask: "Excuse me, uncle... what were you just looking at?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng paused his actions, then turned to look at the little boy, calmly replied: "Just now? Two sneak thieves."