From the very beginning of Sui Tang's performance, Ye Fan guessed that the controller behind her was secretly giving instructions, and when the Holy See lost all the games, District 51 immediately made a choice and took the initiative to clean up this mess, which is exactly what Ye Fan wanted to see.

Raising the corners of his mouth, he smiled and said, "Why, you are also interested in this group of god sticks?"

Sui Tang's expression was serious and he nodded: "Please leave it to us!"

"Please?" Ye Fan waved his hand and smiled: "Since you said please, I can only fulfill your wishes!"

"Emperor!" Prince Dracula walked with his body propped up, looking at the people of the Holy See with hatred: "You can't just cheap them like this!"

"It's also right ......" Ye Fan turned his mind, suddenly attacked, and his figure moved instantly, snatching the saintess from the crowd!

"It's useless for the old guy to keep it, I'll leave this to you first. Throwing the saintess to Monica, Ye Fan clapped his hands and signaled to Sui Tang: "Arrest someone! I hope you can give the public a reasonable explanation." ”

"Yes!" Sui Tang waved his white-gloved hand, and the soldiers rushed up like a tide, quickly capturing everyone in the Holy See and escorting them out.

Sui Tang finally glanced deeply at Ye Fan, bowed his head slightly, and led the group of people to stride away.

The Holy See and the men of Area 51 dispersed, leaving only the Bloods and the unconscious Saint and Carol.

Dracula, John David, and Mary looked at each other and exchanged glances, and knelt down on one knee in unison: "My subordinates pay homage to the emperor!"

"Huh, are you still doing the old feudal thing?" Ye Fan turned around with a smile and raised his hand, "Get up!"

"Emperor, please lead our clan to fulfill Cain's long-cherished wish, please give an edict to the clansmen!" No one got up, Dracula said with a solemn and miserable face: "Our clan has suffered for more than 4,000 years, and now it has finally ushered in the dawn, we ...... We hope to find a way back......"

Ye Fan put away his smile, his eyes were deep, and through the broken window, his gaze fell on the starry sky.

Only Dracula and the other princes know where their ancestors came from, and they have been disheartened by thousands of years of persecution on earth, and they have inherited the long-cherished wish of their ancestors, which is to return to the stars!

"What's the Thirteen Sacred Vessels?" In the anticipation of the three princes, Ye Fan suddenly asked softly.

Dracula looked overjoyed and hurriedly replied, "Cain's left hand is still missing! ”

"Uh-huh—find them as soon as possible!"

"Yes, yes!" Prince Dracula was overjoyed, finally finding his backbone.

Everyone knew that they had to collect the thirteen holy weapons and elect the recognized Dark Monarch, but they didn't know what to do after these two things were done, Amanda chose the former, spending hundreds of years searching for the lost holy artifact, thinking that in this way she would become a dark monarch, and ended up with a broken dream.

None of them thought that the blood of the Ancestors was the only way to create the Dark Emperor, and Cain had condensed his lifelong memories in this blood! Anyone who fused the blood of the Ancestors would receive his inheritance and gain insight into the truth of history.

The true meaning of the Thirteen Sacred Weapons is not to claim the hegemony of the emperor, even if they are collected, if they are not fused with the blood of the ancestors, they are still equivalent to a blind man touching an elephant.

Ye Fan didn't tell Dracula, in fact, they couldn't go back......

After this war, Rockefeller Center was riddled with holes, blood casualties and greatly weakened the living force, and near New York Harbor, tens of thousands of people were engaged in intense collection operations, and the sinking of the Princess Grace was destined to add a sad touch to the West's Christmas Eve......

Lauren failed to find Edward's bones, and the news they brought was undoubtedly bad news, Prince Charming and his giant cruise ship disappeared forever at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the White House office, President Johnson sat on pins and needles and urgently convened a staff meeting overnight to discuss the response to the explosion of the Princess Grace.

"Mr. President, there is no doubt that this is a terrorist attack against the United States, and we must immediately respond to it, severely punish the terrorists, and show the world our determination!"

"It is imperative that you make a televised statement immediately, Mr. President, and that your statement is being drafted by the Spokesperson and the Secretariat Team. The job takes about an hour. ”

"Mr. Secretary, who is our enemy? The CIA has so far not found the mastermind behind it, and no organization or individual has declared responsibility for this incident, to whom do we declare war?"

"This ...... It takes time ......"

"Time? The American people are waiting, the world is watching our jokes, who can wait? Do you want the Cabinet to collapse because of this?"

President Johnson listened to the reports and discussions of his staff, his face became even more depressed and gray, his mood became worse and more chaotic, and the sound of those quarrels gradually merged into countless harsh noises in his ears, buzzing and haunting in his heart, and suddenly, there was a sharp pain in both of his temples, his eyes turned black, he roared, and fell into his seat!

"Mr. President, call the doctor!"

The White House is in a mess, and the United States is in a mess.

After the 911 incident, New York was once again hit hard, no one could stop the spread of such news, TV stations, newspapers, and networks around the world began to denounce the attackers, and large crowds gathered in major cities across the United States, and Christmas Carnival quickly turned into a huge parade, demonstrating against terrorist attacks and paying silent tribute to the victims......

Standing on the top floor of the Rockefeller Center Building, looking at the surging crowd of protesters below, Ye Fan's heart floated with all kinds of lingering complicated thoughts.

Behind all this, the Holy See is deeply guilty, but to destroy the faith in the hearts of Westerners for thousands of years will bring about an even more terrible disaster, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The people in power behind Area 51 probably think the same way, the peak ruler of this planet does not want to rule a mess without order and faith, so Ye Fan will rest assured that he will hand over the archbishop to Sui Tang to deal with.

Let these two parties compete with each other first, as long as the Holy Maiden is in her hand, Ye Fan still has an important bargaining chip in her hand to blackmail the Holy See.

You don't have to worry about this matter for the time being, sooner or later, those magic sticks will not be able to hold back and come to the door.

But who will ultimately pay for the bombing of a giant luxury cruise ship, killing and injuring thousands?

"David. Ye Fan read John David's name.

"Yes, what does the emperor command?" the old man bowed respectfully behind him, and the night breeze blew his gorgeous hair, but it stood upright, looking very energetic.

Ye Fan smiled slightly: "There is something for you to do......"