Let's go back three days.

High above the Atlantic Ocean, a fierce wind howled.

The “Night King”—a four-star magical airship presented by Gotham Mayor Bruce Wayne—is steadily speeding through the clouds.

Zhou Huai sat on the Deep Sea Dragon leather sofa, swirling the magic-infused red wine in his glass.

He turned his head and looked out the porthole, gazing down at the massive silhouette that was gradually becoming clearer.

After several hours of flight, he arrived at his destination.

The Holy City is the core power hub of the Free Federation.

Even before the airship landed, it could already take in the entire city from its high vantage point.

The holy city was shrouded in a barrier of holy light.

In the very center of the city, a sacred palace complex, crafted from pure white marble and gold, soars into the clouds, radiating a rich aura of the laws of light.

Even tens of thousands of meters above the ground, one can still feel its majesty.

Zhou Huai put down his wine glass and walked to the porthole.

Silently sensing the location of the parasites within the ancient race's body.

Soon, Zhou Huai raised an eyebrow.

"This is really interesting..."

He withdrew his senses.

Those ancient clans, exuding the aura of a bygone era, were located precisely below the Holy Palace.

The headquarters of the Dawn Guild, this malignant tumor hidden behind the scenes, was actually built in the most sacred place in the Free Federation.

It's dark under the lamp.

Mr. Duan truly lives up to his reputation as an old monster who has lived through countless eras.

The high-ranking officials of the Papacy and the Holy Knights stationed at the Holy Palace sing hymns every day, probably completely unaware that they are standing on the ground of the world's largest terrorist organization.

"Boom!"

The magic engine hummed softly, the airship slowed down, and landed at the Holy City Royal Airport.

Zhou Huai walked back to the center of the cabin and took out an antique-looking badge from his spatial ring.

The badge has no pattern on its surface, only a chaotic gray.

Legendary item – “Proof of the Faceless One”.

When he was infiltrating Japan, he used this item to avoid all high-level detection skills.

Zhou Huai wore the "Identity of the Person Without Appearance" on his chest.

"Buzz—"

The badge emitted a grey light, enveloping him.

His body began to change.

The bones rubbed together slightly, the body hunched over, the dark gold armor transformed into soft fabric, and the black hair faded to golden.

A few seconds later, the light faded.

The one who had been standing still had become a middle-aged man dressed in a white priest's robe.

She had fair skin, wrinkles around her eyes, and her short, golden hair was meticulously styled. In her hand, she held a pure silver cross inlaid with a high-level Light Magic Core.

His expression was gentle, with a compassionate smile on his lips, radiating love.

It was Archbishop Andrew of the Papacy, whom he had met once before.

Zhou Huai walked to the full-length mirror and looked at himself.

"Perfect."

Even the fluctuations of aura and the laws of light were simulated flawlessly.

Now that the Holy Lord is dead, the Free Federation is leaderless.

As an archbishop of the Papacy, Andrew is one of the highest leaders.

If you impersonate him, no one will dare to suspect or search you.

After confirming everything was correct, Zhou Huai adopted the airs of an archbishop, clasped his hands together over the cross, and calmly stepped off the airship.

Outside the airship, on the Royal Airport tarmac.

A team of security personnel wearing the Vatican's insignia stood ready.

The security captain leading the team was a level 60 Holy Knight. Due to the tense situation in the Holy City, a strict order had been issued that any airship that landed must be thoroughly inspected.

"Everyone, be on your guard! No matter whose airship it is, even if it belongs to the mayor of Gotham, you have to search it thoroughly!" the security captain shouted.

"Click".

The hatch slowly opened.

The security captain led his men to surround the area, his hand on his sword hilt as he shouted, "Routine check! Everyone inside, come out immediately..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

At the cabin door, a blond middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe and holding a cross was walking down the gangway.

The security captain froze, his eyes widening in shock.

"His Excellency the Archbishop?!"

His arrogance vanished completely, his legs buckled, and he knelt on one knee.

Upon recognizing the newcomers, the surrounding security personnel all knelt down in unison, and the sounds of clashing weapons filled the air.

"Greetings, Lord Andrew!"

Hundreds of people shouted in unison.

Everyone kept their heads down, barely daring to breathe.

Zhou Huai looked at the people kneeling on the ground, his smile unchanged, and gave a faint "hmm".

Then, without even glancing at the security captain, he held the cross in his hand, walked through the crowd, and headed straight for the airport exit.

Only after his figure disappeared did the security captain wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Captain... are we still checking the airships?" one of his men asked in a low voice.

"Check your head my foot! You dare to check the Archbishop's vehicle? Are you out of your mind?!" The security captain slapped his subordinate on the head and cursed.

After leaving the airport, Zhou Huai declined the carriage offer.

Walk to the Holy Palace and take the opportunity to observe the Holy City's defenses.

He arrived at the main gate of the Central Holy Palace without any obstacles.

On either side of the gate, two rows of holy knights clad in gleaming silver armor stood, wielding halberds. Pale golden defensive array patterns floated in the air.

Zhou Huai walked towards the gate.

The guard knight noticed the commotion and glanced over.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, their vigilance vanished instantly.

"Lord Andrew!"

The knight commander sheathed his halberd and gave a standard military salute. The other knights followed suit.

"My lord, you're back," the knight commander said respectfully, turning to gesture to the mage controlling the array.

"Buzz—"

The defensive array on the gate of the Holy Palace cracked open, creating a passage.

Two large, solid gold doors slowly opened.

Zhou Huai nodded slightly, maintaining his smile, and stepped into the Holy Palace.

There were no questions asked or obstacles, and no identity verification was required. A face was all you needed to pass.

Walking down the red-carpeted corridor, Zhou Huai pondered how to find the entrance to the underground.

As soon as he turned a corner in the corridor, Zhou Huai paused.

At the other end of the corridor, a person walked towards you.

He was dressed in a pristine white priest's robe, his blond hair was meticulously styled, he held a pure silver cross in his hand, and a smile played on his lips.

Zhou Huai was stunned.

The person on the other end was also stunned.

The two stared at each other from a distance of more than ten meters. They wore identical robes, crosses, and blond hair; even the curve of their smiles was exactly the same.

The air seemed to freeze.

When the other person saw Zhou Huai clearly, their expression froze instantly, their eyes filled with doubt, which then turned into shock and rage.

Archbishop Andrew could not believe that someone was brazenly impersonating him inside the Holy Temple.

Andrew was trembling with rage, and pointed at Zhou Huai, shouting, "You!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhou Huai reacted swiftly and without hesitation, unleashing a burst of golden lightning from his body.

"boom!"

Without any lengthy spellcasting, a bolt of purple lightning appeared out of thin air and struck the head of the real Andrew.

"Crackling and popping!"

The power of thunder coursed through his entire body.

The dignified archbishop didn't even have time to deploy his shield before he was electrocuted and his whole body convulsed.

Her blonde hair was fried into a chicken coop, and her long robe was charred black.

"Uh..." Andrew rolled his eyes, exhaled a puff of black smoke, and fell straight backward, crashing onto the carpet and completely unconscious.

Seeing the person who had fallen to the ground, Zhou Huai withdrew his hand.

To cover up the noise of the thunderous outburst, he preemptively shouted angrily at the real Andrew on the ground:

"How dare you! You're impersonating me!"