PDLP Chapter 273 Visit
Chapter 273 Visit
In the New World, the mornings always come exceptionally late.
Jason stood in his top-floor office at the Bureau of Paranormal Research headquarters, a cup of coffee that had gone cold, looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the first light of dawn breaking over the eastern horizon.
He looked unwell.
His eyes were sunken, and he had bluish stubble on his chin. His shirt collar was loose and open, and his tie was nowhere to be seen.
Since that nature spirit slaughtered 300,000 people in Katana and they had to use eight nuclear bombs to destroy it, Jason has not had a good night's sleep.
It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's that I can't fall asleep.
As soon as I close my eyes, those images appear in my mind—burning cities, collapsed buildings, corpses everywhere, and people who turned to ashes in the nuclear explosion.
All they gained at these costs was the fall of a natural spirit.
The energy level of that natural spirit was only seventy-five times the standard value of the divine realm.
Seventy-five times.
This number, like a thorn, is deeply embedded in Jensen's heart.
He put down his coffee cup, walked to his desk, and picked up the top-secret report that had been read so many times it was frayed.
The report listed in great detail all the divine-level energy fluctuations that had been detected within the New World.
Deep within the Rocky Mountains, three new energy fluctuations were detected, each stronger than the previous nature spirit.
Strange energy pulsations were detected at the bottom of the Great Lakes region, and all monitoring equipment failed during the detection process.
Along the west coast, at least seven energy sources are rapidly taking shape, and new natural spirits are expected to descend upon the world within the next month.
East Coast...
There are seventeen in total.
Seven of these locations had energy levels exceeding the standard value for the Divine Realm by a hundred times.
The highest point, located deep in the central plains of the New World, has reached an energy level 230 times the standard value of the Divine Realm, and it is still slowly climbing.
Two hundred and thirty times.
Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
That natural spirit, seventy-five times stronger, cost them 300,000 casualties and eight nuclear weapons.
What about 230 times?
How many nuclear bombs are needed?
How many lives will be lost?
he does not know.
He didn't dare to think about it.
"Chief."
The assistant's voice came from outside the door, tinged with urgency.
Jason opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and the assistant strode in, holding a folder in his hand.
"Director, a diplomatic note has arrived from Europe."
Jason frowned.
"A diplomatic note? What does it say?"
The assistant handed over the folder, speaking quickly: "The Church of Holy Light has organized a delegation that will be arriving in the New World soon for a friendly visit."
Jason took the folder and opened it.
The note was very official in content and politely worded.
The gist of the statement is that the Church of Holy Light has been paying close attention to the supernatural affairs of the New World and is deeply concerned about the casualties caused by the recent descent of nature spirits. The purpose of sending this delegation is to strengthen exchanges and cooperation between the two sides in the supernatural field and jointly address the upcoming challenges.
After reading it, Jason gave a cold laugh.
"A friendly visit? A joint response?"
He tossed the folder onto the table and leaned back in his chair.
"When did the Church of Holy Light become so zealous?"
The assistant remained silent.
He knew the bureau chief wasn't asking him a question, but was talking to himself.
Jansen was silent for a moment, then picked up the note again and read it once more.
Who is leading the delegation?
"A cardinal of the Church of Holy Light, named Alberto."
The assistant paused, then added, "However, according to our intelligence, there is another special member in the delegation, whose identity is unknown, but is said to be the true person in charge of this visit."
Jason's eyes narrowed slightly.
Identity unknown.
The one in charge.
"The Church of Holy Light..."
He murmured, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.
"What exactly are they trying to do?"
The assistant did not answer.
A brief silence fell over the office.
Outside the window, the pale light on the horizon grew brighter and brighter, signaling the start of a new day.
But Jason knew that the shadow of the New World was far from over.
"Reply to them."
Jason finally spoke, his voice hoarse but calm.
"We will make sure to welcome the Holy Light Church delegation to the New World."
The assistant nodded and turned to leave.
"etc."
Jason called him back.
"Notify the military and super-soldier units to strengthen vigilance at all natural spirit descent sites."
"Especially those seventeen places where energy fluctuations have been detected, keep a close eye on them, and report any abnormalities immediately."
"Yes."
The assistant responded and quickly walked out.
Jason stood up again and walked to the window.
In the eastern sky, a red sun is slowly rising, casting golden sunlight upon the earth.
The sun was warm, but Jason felt no warmth at all.
His gaze passed over the tall buildings and looked into the distance.
It's the direction from which that natural spirit descended to earth.
"What exactly do you want?"
Jason murmured, as if asking the sleeping spirits of nature, or perhaps the upcoming Holy Light Church delegation.
No one answered him.
Only the occasional birdsong from outside the window echoed in the morning breeze.
……
three days later.
New World International Airport.
A silver-white private jet slowly landed, taxied a distance on the runway, and came to a steady stop on the VIP helipad.
The gangway vehicle approached and docked with the cabin door.
The hatch opened, and an elderly man wearing a red robe and a small red cap stepped out.
He looked to be in his seventies, with a thin face, fair skin, deep and bright blue eyes, and slightly pursed lips. He exuded an aura of authority without being angry.
It was Cardinal Alberto of the Church of Holy Light.
Behind him followed several clergy members, men and women, young and old, all dressed in church robes, each with a solemn and dignified expression.
But Jason's gaze did not fall on them.
He stared at the last person to appear on the gangway.
That was a man who looked to be in his thirties.
He was tall and slender, with a face so handsome it seemed unreal, skin so fair it was almost translucent, and long golden hair cascading over his shoulders, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
He wore a pure white holy robe with no superfluous decorations except for a golden cross embroidered on the collar.
But what's most striking is his eyes.
Those eyes were golden.
It wasn't the common light gold color, but a color like molten gold.
Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if two tiny flames were flickering.
Jason's pupils suddenly contracted.
He could sense the aura emanating from the blond man.
That aura was powerful and pure, carrying a sacred feeling that made people want to kneel down and worship.
That's an aura that no human could possess.
That's definitely...
Angel.
Angels of the Church of Holy Light.