[16:21]
That afternoon, York did not break his word and began organizing his equipment to prepare for the business trip.
The things he prepared this time were different from before; he was starting to move from light weapons toward heavy firepower.
After all, with the double buffs, he no longer had to be restricted by materials.
Under his Holy Imbuement, ordinary weapons that used to be ineffective against evil Spirits or demons were now treated equally; the only difference was their inherent lethality.
An MK14 Rotary Grenade Launcher, with a total of thirty 40×51mm grenades.
Through day and night, he had applied a total of 250 points of Enchantment, which was a 250x multiplier, and Level 4 Holy Imbuement to a timed bomb.
The yield was approximately 6 tons of TNT equivalent; York had intentionally held back a bit, fearing things might get out of hand.
In addition to the above, there was a SHAK-12 Heavy Assault Rifle with a 20-round magazine and a total of 160 rounds of 12.7mm super-large caliber ammunition.
A linebaugh capable of killing large Animals, along with 60 rounds of.50 caliber ammunition.
He had already grown accustomed to this combination; the 12.7PS-12B bullets for the SHAK-12 featured armor-piercing steel cores weighing 16 grams, with an effective range of 300 meters, and could strike targets protected by heavy armor or hiding behind obstacles.
He also began to keep Holy Hand Grenades on him at all times; although they weren't timed, they were quite convenient in certain situations.
The main advantage was their small size, making them easy to carry.
There were forty in total; because he didn't have enough points for Enchantment and Holy Imbuement, each Holy Hand Grenade had a base double buff of ten points.
After the grenades, there was the timeless RPG series, an RPG-7, with four warheads: two thermobaric and two high-explosive.
And a whole series of other heavy firepower.
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Although there was a lot to bring, since he was on a business trip for the Church this time, everything was sent to Romania by specialized personnel with just one phone call.
In addition, York enjoyed the long-awaited VIP service that only top billionaires or powerful elites could enjoy.
Starting from his home, he was escorted by a private car all the way to Kennedy International Airport.
Although Kennedy International Airport is a major global aviation hub, a world-famous civil airport, and one of the busiest, most expensive, and largest airports in the world...
Under the Church's arrangements, even an ordinary priest like him could enjoy the VIP channel without queuing, a direct private plane that took off as soon as he arrived.
With the all-inclusive service, it wasn't long before York was on a private plane heading directly to Romania.
The sky was as blue as if it had been washed, a good day to fall into deep thought.
York lay back in the comfortable seat, looking through the cabin window at the seemingly boundless blue sky, and slowly closed his eyes.
The distance between America and Romania is not short, spanning a full 9,053 kilometers.
Even by plane, this distance requires a flight of more than ten hours.
For York, this was a long journey, providing him a chance to rest and relieve several days of Spirit exhaustion.
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[11:49]
Romania.
Right at local noon, Bucharest International Airport welcomed a private plane bearing the Church's Cross insignia.
Outside the airport, under the watchful eyes of the public, Father Yorkes stepped into the car sent to pick him up.
"Father Yorkes, I am Isas."
Sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged Brother Isas, who spoke respectfully.
"I am responsible for taking you to the Lutheran Cathedral. Novice Nun Ailin will also be waiting for you there."
"Mhm."
York glanced at the Knights Sword beside Brother Isas. Although monks were considered clergy, their primary task was protection—to protect and assist the Father.
"Brother Isas, has my gear arrived?"
As Isas skillfully shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to start the car, he nodded respectfully.
"It has already been delivered to the room prepared for you."
"That's good."
After nearly eleven hours on the plane, York let out a soft breath. He stopped asking questions and simply closed his eyes again to rest, waiting for the middle-aged monk to deliver him to his destination.
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"Father Yorkes, we have arrived."
Isas's voice sounded, and York immediately opened his eyes and looked out the car window.
What appeared in his field of vision was a grand and solemn building.
Constructed of solid stone, from up close, one could only see the towering spires and majestic rooflines.
"Lutheran Cathedral," York narrowed his eyes habitually, recalling information about this cathedral.
As mentioned before, the Church had clerical ranks: deacons, priests, and bishops.
Churches, naturally, were also divided into levels.
A parish church where a Father resides, like the Pluto Church he managed, could be assigned deacons, such as nuns and monks, to provide rituals and a place of worship for the believers in the local parish.
Above that, there were cathedrals and major cathedrals, two different specifications of churches.
Those with the rank of Bishop were basically stationed in cathedrals and major cathedrals.
This Lutheran Cathedral was managed by the Archbishop who governed an entire province, Bishop Rolfshang Matos.
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After the car passed through a spacious archway carved with biblical scenes and saints, it wasn't long before they reached their destination.
Under the guidance of Brother Isas, York finally arrived at the room where he would stay today.
A bed, a sofa, a table, and chairs—simple, yet with everything he needed.
"Father Yorkes, my task is complete. Someone else will handle subsequent matters."
"Mhm."
York was long accustomed to such arrangements and nodded as he saw him off.
After the steady monk disappeared from sight, York closed the door and turned around to find his things.
"No one should have touched them."
Looking at the suitcases and backpacks covering the floor, York checked the small traps set on each backpack one by one. After confirming no one had touched them, he sat on the sofa with a sigh of relief and dialed a phone number.
Father Mike's son, Hili.
For this random mission, he needed this guy to be his transportation.
Although this guy was only mediocre in most aspects, York acknowledged his skill when it came to transportation.
Perhaps this was due to family inheritance, related to his father Father Mike's lifelong dedication to research and his desire to win a Nobel Prize.
As Father Mike's son, Hili naturally had a talent for invention. Like Father Mike, he also enjoyed developing tools, but his most prominent talent was in transportation.
It could be said that whether on land or in the sky, there was no vehicle this guy couldn't drive; in his own words, he could even fly a fighter jet.
One second, two seconds.
The call was picked up.
"Father Yorkes?"
The next second, the voice suddenly became excited, speaking rapidly.
"Right, Father Yorkes, I heard you're coming to Romania on business?"
"The old man said if you were coming, I should assist you."
"Are we going to cooperate again?"
Unable to help but think of his past dealings with this guy, a smile tugged at the corner of York's mouth.
"Mhm, I've already arrived."
"Eh?"
Hili's voice on the phone was very excited.
"Good! Where are you? I'll head over right now."
"Lutheran Cathedral," York thought for a moment; he would likely have to meet Bishop Rolfshang later and then meet the Novice Nun the old man had arranged for him.
"Come pick me up in a while."
"Okay!"
Hili's voice was still excited, but it was followed by bang-bang-bang sounds.
Continuous, rhythmic sounds.
York's eyebrows twitched slightly; he recognized those sounds—they were the gunshots he was so familiar with.
Then came the sound of bullets hitting something, followed by a wolf-like howl of agony.
This was followed by a commotion and the sounds of panicked voices.
Then came messy footsteps and the sound of things falling.
All these sounds mixed together to form a very chaotic noise.
York could easily imagine the scene of pedestrians fleeing for their lives.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A few more gunshots rang out.
"The battle seems quite intense, this guy..." York shook his head and was about to speak, but before he could, Hili's voice sounded from the phone first.
He wasn't the victim; on the contrary, he seemed to have encountered something interesting and was full of interest.
"Father, I've run into something very interesting."
York instinctively asked, "What?"
"I might have run into a Werewolf and a Vampire."