"Bishop Quinn!"

Bishop Utravsky stood up abruptly, and the congregation in the church followed suit, all eyes filled with delight as they gazed at the figure standing in the doorway.

These congregation members were mostly people whom Quinn had saved during the Great Smog of Backlund.

Why is everyone looking at me... Quinn felt a bit embarrassed by the enthusiastic gazes of the congregation and quickly ran over to Father Utravsky, whispering,

"Is there something on my face? Why are they all looking at me?"

Utravsky looked momentarily puzzled before replying with a hint of resignation,

"Bishop Quinn, these are the people you rescued and brought back to the Harvest Church last time."

"Ah? Oh!"

Quinn recalled that during the Great Smog event, she had overused her healing abilities and almost lost control, only to be forcibly knocked unconscious by Father Utravsky. When she woke up, she was on Bikini Beach, unaware of what had happened to the patients she had treated.

"Um..."

Quinn hid behind a pillar to avoid the fervent gazes of the congregation. Standing on tiptoe, she whispered into Father Utravsky's ear,

"Father, I'm here to discuss a mission with you."

Father Utravsky bent down to listen, nodded, and said,

"Bishop Quinn, that's exactly what I was hoping for."

---

Later, in the basement of Harvest Church in Backlund

"Emlyn, you wait outside for a moment."

Inside the room, a black-haired priest, staring at a pale candelabrum in his hand, jumped in surprise. He instinctively grabbed a cloth to wipe it, then realized what he was doing.

Emlyn glanced at Quinn, who was also wearing a bishop's robe, his gaze lingering on Quinn's verdant hair for a moment before nodding and stepping out, closing the door behind him.

Quinn noticed Emlyn's blood-red eyes and curiously asked,

"That kid... is he a vampire like Snow?"

"It's the Blood Race! The noble Blood Race!"

An indignant voice came from outside the door.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh and turned to Father Utravsky,

"This kid is much more interesting than Snow."

What's so "interesting"... Emlyn thought indignantly as he listened from outside.

Inside the room, once Emlyn's presence had receded, Quinn regained a serious demeanor and addressed the much taller Father Utravsky,

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"The last operation alarmed the Rose School of Thought. They've abandoned most of their rural bases and shifted to more populated areas."

"Although the risk of detection has increased, they now have many more ordinary civilians as hostages."

"Intelligence shared by the Church of the Night and the Church of Steam and Machinery indicates that there have been sightings of Rose School activity in the southern part of the Backlund Bridge area, which is our jurisdiction."

"Our task is simple: take the Night Watchers and the Heart of Mechanics, and eliminate them. Each church will send a team led by a Sequence Five to support us."

"The fact that the Rose School can operate stealthily in Backlund means they must have Sequence Five or higher Beyonders among them, so we must be very cautious in this operation."

"Since there are only the two of us bishops in Ruen, we lack additional personnel, so I will lead the operation myself."

"Once successful, the Mother Goddess... uh, will reward us generously. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bishop Quinn."

Father Utravsky paused, then added,

"Bishop Quinn, I am already a Sequence Five Guardian."

"Great, that will significantly increase our safety in this operation."

Quinn stood on tiptoe and patted Father Utravsky's sturdy chest with satisfaction.

---

Under the red moonlight, in Emlyn White's now accustomed gaze, Father Utravsky, carrying an object the size of a door, and the comparatively petite Quinn exited the Harvest Church.

They wore simple brown linen shirts and thick, belted trousers, looking like two farmers entering the city. They walked through the deserted streets to one end of the Backlund Bridge.

Knock, knock, knock. At the red-painted wooden door, Quinn knocked three times in a short-long-short pattern.

A raspy voice came from inside,

"Who?"

"From Chavas Metering."

Suppressing a laugh, Quinn replied calmly.

Creak—the door opened.

"Welcome."

Inside, the teams from the two churches were already waiting.

The Night Watchers, sitting on the sofa, wore long black coats. Their leader had deep eyes like ocean whirlpools and an aura as silent as the night.

Around the dining table, the Heart of Mechanics team sat in a circle. Their leader wore glasses and looked like a scholar, yet carried a heavy ammunition box and a bizarrely shaped rifle.

To avoid civilian casualties, all three churches took the operation seriously, evidenced by Quinn, a demigod, leading the charge.

Having taken a bottle of "Courage Potion," Quinn boldly walked to the center of the room, saluted, and addressed the assembled Beyonders,

"Now that everyone is here, let's confirm our plan one last time."

"Night Watchers, your task is to seal off the streets and protect the residents."

"Heart of Mechanics, you will wait for the signal and provide long-range support."

"We will handle the assault on the base and elimination of the main force."

"Any questions?"

"No!" both teams replied in unison.

"Great." Quinn made an inexplicable gesture with her fingers, then quietly led the towering Father Utravsky out of the house.

---

Under the crimson moonlight shining directly on the southern district of Backlund Bridge, there was not a breath of wind.

At some point, several figures in long black coats appeared on the streets. They moved silently among the houses, leaving a trail of tranquility, weaving a vast web of slumber.

On the rooftops, a few scholar-like figures, fully armed and carrying exaggerated ammunition boxes and firearms, crawled stealthily among the corrugated roofs.

In the Heart of Mechanics team, a young, scholarly-looking member whispered to the professor-like captain,

"Captain..."

"What is it?"

The Heart of Mechanics team all turned to look.

The young member hesitated, then continued nervously,

"Was the person who just spoke the demigod leading this operation?"

"Sigh, this is not the time for irrelevant questions!"

The team captain, slightly relaxed, reprimanded the young member softly, then nodded,

"Yes."

"Why do I feel like it's not..."

The young member murmured. Another member joked,

"If every demigod wore 'demigod' on their face, our investigations wouldn't be so difficult."

"But!" the young member raised his voice unconsciously before lowering it again, "But... his demeanor... how to put it, reminds me of a classmate from my university."

"So, what do you mean by that?"

The joking member was puzzled.

"I don't know," the young member shook his head, "It's just that my classmate was expelled for disguising as a girl to sneak into a strictly supervised girls' dormitory."

"I'm just curious how a demigod from the Earth Mother Church will infiltrate the Rose School's base..."