Of course, compared to ordinary means of transportation like cars, this helicopter flew very fast.
Under Hili's control, it soon left the city limits and reached the edge of a mountain range.
The entire process took only about an hour.
Ailin looked at the deep mountains and old forests, her eyes widening slightly; from high above, she saw only lush greenery stretching to the horizon, the wind blowing through the trees like it was ruffling their hair.
She took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling her lungs cool slightly and her eyes brighten.
The comfort of a helicopter was simply incomparable to that of a car.
Ailin subconsciously looked to her side.
In her eyes, the reassuring priest had already put away the documents in his hands.
York didn't know the Novice Nun was peeking; he just narrowed his eyes.
The information provided by Bishop Rolfshang had revealed another very important piece of information to him.
When the bishops of that time sealed these Gates of Hell, they also used a holy relic.
That is, the blood of jesus.
Most importantly, this unfinished bottle of blood of jesus was placed in the Saint Kata Monastery by the Pope at the time for emergencies... York shook his head, the old man's kind face involuntarily surfacing in his mind; this old man truly had everything linked together.
At this point, combining the currently known information, he roughly understood the old man's arrangements.
Basically, every step had a purpose.
Even Novice Sister Irene likely had a related use; he suspected her purpose was to be a pathfinding tool, allowing him to find the remaining blood of jesus to seal these Gates of Hell... "No wonder the old man always mumbles about this being the Lord's arrangement."
Thinking of this, York subconsciously looked to his side.
At the same time.
Ailin didn't expect the priest to suddenly look over; as their eyes met, she felt those already deep eyes become even more profound, with a light of wisdom swirling within them that one could accidentally fall into.
Realizing this, Ailin quickly looked away like a startled rabbit, as if afraid someone wouldn't know she had been peeking.
York smiled, withdrew his gaze, and took out a map. The only thing the old man didn't know was that he didn't want to seal the Gates of Hell, but to destroy them in one go, once and for all.
After comparing the map with the mountain environment a few times, York knew that this rolling mountain range was exactly where the Saint Kata Monastery was located.
"Father Yorkes, should we keep flying?"
Just then, Hili, who had a wider field of vision than the passenger cabin, seemed to have discovered something and asked.
"I think I see a village."
York looked down in the direction Hili pointed.
From high up, everything was visible at a glance, and he soon spotted the village Hili mentioned.
Houses made of wood and brick were scattered in pairs; it was small, with only about dozens of households.
Below, there were children running around and busy adults feeding chickens and ducks; at this moment, they had stopped what they were doing and were looking up towards them.
York immediately thought of the Frenchman responsible for regularly delivering supplies to the monastery.
This village was likely where the Frenchman usually stayed.
Thinking of this, York knew that they might not be far from the monastery.
"Keep flying until we find that monastery."
Hili nodded and continued to fly the helicopter forward.
But he couldn't help but ask a question.
"Father Yorkes, don't we need to investigate?"
To this day, he still didn't understand what they were going to do; the only information he knew was that they were going to fight a demon.
Judging from the backpack the priest had prepared, Hili could sense that this demon was not simple.
"No need,"
York shook his head, put away the map, and told Hili and Ailin, who was sitting next to him, what they were going to do.
"The only thing we need to do is not investigate, but find the monastery and then exorcise a demon entrenched within it."
Hili's eyes lit up slightly; thinking of those warheads, he habitually let out a strange cry.
The helicopter's speed suddenly increased.
Only Ailin silently gripped the strap across her chest, feeling a bit nervous.
York glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and began looking for the backpack containing the holy C4 timed bombs.
To become a Deaconess of the Pluto Church, there would eventually come a day when she would face evil head-on; consider this early practice.
What he needed was a deacon assistant who could stand on her own, not a burden who needed his help with everything.
When York pulled the Holy Bomb with about 6 tons of TNT equivalent to his feet, Hili cried out again before long.
"Father Yorkes, is this the Saint Kata Monastery?"
York raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over.
In the distant deep mountains and old forests, a castle appeared before their eyes.
Gothic architectural style, with towering spires and exquisite stained glass windows; a bell tower stood next to the towering main building.
Extending downwards, several low and elegant building complexes formed a castle group, covering a vast area that perfectly matched Duke Saint Cata's status as a duke.
Seeing this vast castle surrounded by a tall wall, with a layout identical to the Saint Kata Monastery in the photo, York responded,
"Fly over and take a look."
"Alright!" Hili nodded and began piloting the helicopter rapidly towards the distant castle group.
A buzzing sound echoed in the silent deep mountains and old forests.
As the distance closed, York looked at the Holy Bomb at his feet.
"I'm counting on you, buddy..."
At the same time, as they got closer, the periphery of the castle group, which had been blocked by tall trees, came into the view of the three of them.
Outside the wall, Cross after Cross was placed, and behind the Crosses were mounds of earth rising one after another.
They filled the open space outside the wall, numbering hundreds or even thousands, extremely conspicuous.
An inexplicably solemn atmosphere lingered in the helicopter cabin.
"What is this?" Hili asked for the first time with a bit of caution.
York didn't answer, just stared at the hundreds, nearly a thousand, small mounds below in silence.
Thinking of the truth behind this castle group, York knew who was buried in those mounds.
Nuns who prayed day and night to guard the Gates of Hell, never daring to leave the castle, enduring demonic erosion day and night, dying here over hundreds of years, unknown and unheard of.
Seeming to imagine the heroic and moving scenes, York couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the heaviness in his heart.
However, what he didn't know was that Ailin, beside him, looked as if she had lost her soul the moment she saw the mounds covering the ground.
"Father Yorkes," Hili's tone became serious for once.
"What should we do next? Should we stop here?"
Looking at these mounds, York sighed.
"Fly over the main building first."