Howl!
In Hili's eyes, a burly man hiding behind a load-bearing pillar, letting his companions and the beautiful Vampire engage in a gunfight, was showing an expression of extreme pain.
To him, the exaggerated scene was somewhat inhumane during the Werewolf transformation.
First, his eyeballs slowly grew larger, turning crimson, then his head began to deform and protrude forward as if undergoing osteophyte growth, followed by his skin slowly cracking to reveal a face covered in brownish-black fur.
A wolf-shaped head slowly began to emerge. As his head gradually transformed into a wolf shape, the burly man's body also began to change, with increasingly sharp nails piercing through his skin, and his arms and legs slowly elongating.
Finally, a Werewolf with dark skin, robust build, and over two meters tall was born.
"Indeed, after a Werewolf transforms, their height increases by 1.5 times their original height..."
Hili watched the entire process, still couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then exhaled another smoke ring. This Werewolf transformation process was truly painful; no wonder he hadn't transformed during the battle.
Howl!
The transformed Werewolf roared loudly.
Hili subconsciously looked to his right, and the beautiful woman's expression instantly changed.
"Tsk, it's none of my business."
Hili looked around, then turned back to Michael, the Werewolf's target. After a moment's thought, he raised his hand.
"Sorry, I think you'll be easier to handle unconscious."
Michael, with a gun barrel pressed against him, instantly widened his eyes.
"You!"
However, before he could speak, a gust of wind rose, and Hili had already struck, chopping hard at Michael's neck.
With a slap.
Michael, a big man, instantly rolled his eyes back, lost consciousness, and slowly fell forward.
Hili quickly pulled him up, carried him on his shoulder, glanced back at the beautiful Vampire who was already fighting the Werewolf, and quietly slipped away towards another exit...---
Meanwhile.
Lutheran Cathedral.
Thump, thump, thump!
A soft knock on the door sounded.
York silently put away his phone, turned, walked to the door, and opened it.
A Brother, also in monastic attire, bowed respectfully.
"Father Yorkes, I am Brother Rechel. Bishop Rolfshang wishes to see you. I will lead the way for you."
York felt no surprise in his heart and responded calmly.
"Understood."
...The Cathedral where the Bishop resided was indeed vast, with several annex buildings in addition to the spacious main building, and even a wide front courtyard.
Not to mention the annex buildings above, the area of the main building alone was already very large.
Led by the Brother named Rechel, York arrived at a spacious viewing platform, a platform from which he could see the scenery below and the city.
The corridor of the viewing platform, after being widened, was twice the size of the other corridors.
"Father Yorkes, please wait here," Brother Rechel said with a respectful nod.
"Bishop Rolfshang will be here shortly."
York rested his hand on the corridor's guardrail, looking at the hall ahead and the city scenery, still speaking in his previously calm tone.
"Alright."
Brother Rechel nodded again and left silently.
Listening to the fading footsteps, York took a deep breath of the fresh high-altitude air, and a breeze blew, making him feel refreshed and invigorated.
It must be said, Bishop Rolfshang's chosen meeting place was excellent.
Since he had been here before, in addition to feeling refreshed, he now felt a sense of reminiscence.
"This is a good place."
Suddenly, an aged voice emerged from the right.
"Isn't it, York."
York smiled and looked towards the source of the voice.
An old man, dressed in a purple divine robe adorned with gold and silver patterns, wearing a simple round skullcap, and a Cross ornament embedded on his chest, was looking at him with a smile, hands clasped behind his back.
"Bishop Rolfshang," York withdrew his hand and greeted with a smile.
"Hmm." Bishop Rolfshang waved his hand, slowly walked to York's side, and also looked at the scenery ahead.
"York, how long has it been since we last met?"
A flash of memory crossed York's eyes.
"It should be over two years."
"Hmm." Bishop Rolfshang showed a nostalgic smile, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"I didn't expect this place to remain unchanged, but your changes are becoming more and more significant."
York understood the old man's meaning. As his various attribute points began to reach the hundreds, his temperament and physique would naturally undergo significant changes. At least, as previously speculated, due to his Health, he seemed to be getting younger.
"Perhaps I've eaten a bit more recently."
York could only respond with this.
Bishop Rolfshang turned his head, looked at York, and affirmed.
"Hmm, this is better for you. At least it's better than your previous unapproachable demeanor."
York couldn't answer this. He also felt that he had indeed been unsmiling and extremely cold in the past, mainly due to the lack of security at the beginning of his transmigration.
Seemingly sensing York's state of mind, Bishop Rolfshang smiled.
"However, I'm also very grateful that you could come, York. Your abilities are evident to all."
York turned his head back to the scenery in front of him and said calmly.
"Bishop Rolfshang, I am irreconcilable with evil!"
"Hehe!"
Hearing this, Bishop Rolfshang laughed, his wrinkles forming deep ravines.
"I believe you, York. I heard you voluntarily took on this matter."
York said nothing, merely enjoying the view quietly.
"Alright, no more idle talk," Bishop Rolfshang didn't mind and continued the conversation.
"Given your personality, you must already have some understanding of the Saint Kata Monastery incident. So, do you need any substantial help, York?"
York grinned, "I need a helicopter that can fly over there."
"Oh?"
Bishop Rolfshang's half-white, half-black eyebrows subtly raised.
York remained calm, of course, he wouldn't reveal what he planned to do.
"I don't want to waste time traveling."
"York, ordinary people are not suitable to be involved in this matter." Bishop Rolfshang thought seriously,
"This is a matter for the Church."
York understood what the old man meant by 'ordinary people'.
"That's why I found a driver myself."
Bishop Rolfshang turned to look at the Father, who was much taller than him.
York's expression didn't change, "He will forget about this incident. You just need to arrange a helicopter for me that can quickly fly to the destination."
With a timed bomb reaching 6 tons of TNT equivalent and a Holy Imbuement count of 4, it was no exaggeration to say he couldn't imagine its full power. Although he could roughly estimate the explosion force and lethality from the equivalent, he truly couldn't guess the Holy Imbuement.
The explosion would probably be illuminated entirely by holy light.
The scene would surely be spectacular, so he naturally needed a trustworthy driver.
Thus, Hili would certainly forget, as this guy was essentially one of their own and a fanboy. It was just this Novice Sister Irene who was a bit troublesome.