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If this oil painting has a protagonist, it is the nobleman standing on the city wall, whose facial features are extremely distinct. In contrast, the other people in the painting appear somewhat indistinct, giving the impression of supporting characters used to highlight the protagonist.

“Charles is right, it’s so similar! Look, even the mole on that profile is clearly visible!”

"The hair color is the same, both are brown, and the pupil color is also brown."

"The shape of the beard is also similar, but it seems to be slightly thicker in the painting."

Captain Clément moved closer and took several photos using the high-definition camera mode on his helmet. All the operatives' helmets were equipped with cameras, and everything they saw was being recorded simultaneously. However, the image quality was limited; a special shooting mode was required for high-definition recording.

"Charles, did you notice anything unusual just now?" Clément asked while continuing to examine the painting in front of him.

"Captain, I've been monitoring the background radiation, and the readings are all normal." Xia Er was carrying experimental equipment for checking background radiation, which was said to be extremely sensitive.

“Continue monitoring…” Clement sighed. Currently, the understanding of paranormal phenomena in various countries is extremely limited, but the need to deal with various emergencies is real. Therefore, all sorts of experimental equipment have been developed and distributed to frontline personnel to test which research directions might be effective.

“Let’s disassemble this painting,” Clement hesitated for a moment before ordering, “and have the robot dog carry it away.”

Although the painting looked extremely strange, and Clement decided to take it with him regardless of whether it might pose any dangers, he thought that if he could take something like this out, it would be a great achievement.

This directly affects the team members' bonuses.

The other team members naturally understood this as well, so no one objected to their captain's decision. They carefully disassembled the wooden frame of the oil painting, took out the canvas, rolled it up, put it into a specially made shielding bag, and finally tied it to the robotic dog that accompanied the team to carry the load.

"Everyone, check your gear. We're leaving right away." Clément didn't want his squad to linger, so once everything was done, he urged his team to leave.

Having just confirmed that blowing up the wall was a feasible plan, Clement decided to select a nearby spot to continue the demolition. If all went well, they would only need to detonate three more times to escape this damned maze-like museum!

After walking about thirty meters forward, they chose an exhibition hall, took down the paintings from the hall and placed them aside. According to the electronic map, the south wall of this exhibition hall should lead to the south hall of the museum.

They selected a blasting point and blasted from there. Theoretically, the area behind the blasting point should be covered with greenery and have no exhibits, so as to minimize the damage to the exhibits.

After a quick setup, another muffled explosion rang out. The team members who had retreated to the side immediately stepped forward and pushed down the wall that had been loosened by the explosion, revealing an opening large enough for one person to pass through.

A "torch" was quickly tossed over.

Amidst the still-smooth dust, several beams of flashlight shone in all directions. After checking the surrounding layout, the team members excitedly confirmed that this was indeed the south hall of the museum.

This once again proves the correctness of the wall-blasting plan.

"Guys, hurry up!" Clément waved his hand forcefully, urging his team members on.

They had to act quickly, because they still hadn't figured out why the museum had become such a "maze." If some kind of intelligent being was behind it all, like a "devil" from mythology, then nobody knew whether the enemy would make countermeasures once they realized the team had used a "rule-breaking" method like "blowing up the wall"...

Human technology is far too passive when facing these unknown and bizarre beings… Clément sighed inwardly. Ultimately, their experience with these supernatural beings was far too limited. He would much rather face those terrifying monsters than remain in this situation where he couldn't see the enemy.

Demolition expert Jack Anderson quickly confirmed the suitable location for planting the explosives on the electronic map with Charles. Just as Anderson was about to go and plant the explosives, a warning mark suddenly flashed on Charles's electronic map. Immediately afterward, Charles grabbed Anderson and pulled him back. At the same time, he urgently warned over the communication channel: "Everyone, stay away from the south wall! Radiation! Be careful, the radiation there is increasing!"

Before he could finish speaking, the wallpaper on the south wall of the South Hall began to change color over a large area and then curled up, as if it were being scorched by invisible flames. Then, the leaves of the tall potted plants close to the wall began to turn gray and black, as if they had been dried out in a short time, and they fell off one by one. In just a few breaths, all the leaves of the potted plants had fallen off.

On the ground, starting from the base of that wall, the carpet began to burn and turn black, and some invisible force field, like a wildfire spreading across the prairie, began to spread in all directions!

Chapter 666 Have you forgotten your ancestors who wailed at the stake?

A sofa for tourists to rest on nearby dried up, cracked, and burned in just a few breaths, leaving only a charred iron frame.

"The radiation level is rising rapidly, we need to get out of this hall!" Charles urged his teammates anxiously. Under these circumstances, the others didn't need him to say anything more and quickly retreated to the corridor at the entrance of the hall.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the invisible force field continued to expand further, already covering most of the hall. Scorching flames rose from the ground, and some paintings along the way were also scorched, charred, and curled up...

At the same time, the team members also discovered that the flames on the ground were actually composed of ring-shaped structures, with strange and intricate patterns faintly formed by the flames.

Immediately afterwards, a venomous and shrill howl swept across the entire hall like a whirlwind through wheat fields. Glassware, doors, and windows cracked and shattered under the intense sound waves.

Even though the team members were all wearing full-face helmets with good protection against infrasound and other weapons, the sound still caused a strong sense of unease. The sound was so malevolent that, to put it bluntly, it was like a demon from the depths of hell trying to escape and descend to earth; just hearing it sent chills down one's spine.

Accompanied by this loud howl, the south wall of the hall, where radiation had first appeared, finally collapsed. Shattered stones and sand flew in all directions, and a tall figure could be vaguely seen kneeling on one knee amidst the dust, but the light and shadow were too murky to see clearly.

The howling gradually subsided. Clement, who was hiding at the entrance of the porch, kept an eye on the state of the collapsed wall while occasionally looking back at two members of the team who had just vomited due to extreme discomfort.

It has to be said that having vomit buildup in a helmet is an extremely unpleasant experience, especially when they're afraid to take it off...

"Captain, should we fire?"

"Get ready. Don't move without my orders. Anderson, Jon, you two go to that position and get our 'big baby' ready." Clement ordered, though he didn't plan to fire immediately, the arrangement of firepower was meticulous.

Demolition expert Anderson and his partner Jon had already set up a tripod nearby, and the "big baby" Clement had mentioned was now mounted on it. The BM-R1 shaped charge munition was capable of causing massive, directional damage over a small area, and was the team's most powerful weapon.

As the dust gradually settled, people were able to see more clearly. Behind the collapsed wall was a wide corridor, and on the other side of the corridor was another side hall.

At this point, the walls on both sides of the corridor had completely collapsed. Apart from some remaining pillars that were still somewhat intact, the two halls and the central corridor had been opened up to form a very large hall.

In a sense, the team had already achieved its goal of "blowing up the wall" ahead of schedule.

In the center of the "hall," where the original corridor had been, a tall figure dressed in a black monk's robe was kneeling on one knee. He had planted a longsword on the ground, his hands on the hilt, as if bowing his head in prayer.

At the same time, a powerful force field emanated from his body. Although it was impossible to accurately measure what this force was, it was clear to the naked eye that the air around him was fluctuating and distorting, just like the heat wave seen above a pot of boiling water.

Furthermore, everyone could see that just a few meters in front of him, a huge monster was shrouded in murky smoke. This monster was robust and tall, wearing a strangely styled horned hat and bizarre clothing. Its face was hidden behind the smoke and could not be clearly seen. At times, it would reveal its monster appearance and at other times turn into a pure murky smoke, as if it were bound there by some kind of force, struggling left and right, unable to break free.

People could even see the angry expression on its face.

Because it was originally a palace, the Baladil National Museum generally has high ceilings, and the South Hall here has a ceiling height of nearly ten meters. The monster that seems to switch between the forms of giant and smoke is almost up to the ceiling of the dome. It looks like a god or demon from mythology, constantly struggling and trying to break free from the shackles of that invisible force.

Meanwhile, the tall figure in the monk's robe was kneeling on the ground, chanting incantations. Beneath his feet, a huge concentric ring was spinning. The invisible force binding the monster in front of him was obviously coming from this magic circle!

Without a doubt, the intense radiation also came from that huge magic array!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Valentine, is it worth paying such a price for those worthless people?"

Suddenly, a gloomy and slippery voice echoed throughout the hall, a voice that subconsciously reminded people of a venomous blade and the whispers of the devil in religious legends.

At the same time, the enormous monster's head suddenly spun around, its angry expression gone, replaced by another face—a face that appeared cunning.

"In pursuit of false justice, you have abandoned true hatred. Have you forgotten the wailing ancestors on the stake?"

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"Hehehehehe... Humans are such an easy-to-forget race!"

In the eyes of those team members, the figure in the monk's robe never replied.

Perhaps because maintaining the operation of this powerful magic array left him with no energy to answer, or perhaps because he disdained to argue with the monster before him, he remained silent.

The monster transformed into a massive cloud of smoke once more, struggling and thrashing about, while the force binding it continued to grow stronger. The immense power even caused it to let out painful howls, which became increasingly unrestrained...

"A hunting dog that can't stand the light of day!"

"You protected them, and how did they repay you? Betrayal! Only betrayal!"

"Think about it, you should point your sword at the real enemies..."

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The monster's somber words carried a provocative and seductive tone. At the same time, black flames began to gather around it; the two force fields collided and rubbed together, producing a piercing sound. However, from beginning to end, it remained unable to break free from the powerful restraints.

Chapter 667 Church, Royal Family, Conspiracy, Betrayal...

At that very moment, a white light began to penetrate the dome overhead, and at the same time, a faint singing voice began to descend from the sky:

"Who can climb the Lord's holy mountain?"

Who can stand in His temple?

It is that person with clean hands and a pure heart, who does not covet illusions.

He is one who does not make false oaths and does not harbor deceit.

Such a person will surely receive the Lord's blessing.

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The Holy Son secluded himself from the mortal world, and the gates of heaven opened wide for him.

City gates, raise your lintels high!

Ancient gates, please raise your doors high.

Because the glorious king is about to enter the city.

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As the light appeared, the struggle of the smoke intensified, and it transformed back into its original giant form. However, its face rotated again, turning into a mocking laugh, as if it were resisting some enormous force coming from the void.

But its voice grew increasingly shrill and unrestrained:

"Or... do you think you've won? Is the blood of Philip II enough for you? Self-deceiving hypocrisy..."

"The Templars... Hehehe, hahaha, how noble and ancient they are, yet they live in the shadows like rats!"

"'The Lord knows who is guilty, who is guilty, and misfortune will befall those who have wrongly judged us; the Lord will avenge us. All those who have wronged us will suffer!' Hehehe, hehehehehe... Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten?"

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The team members observing from a distance also heard these words. Captain Clément subconsciously glanced at his team members around him. Wearing helmets, it was impossible to see what their expressions were like.

Although he didn't understand what he was hearing, he had, after all, been exposed to the wealth of information, movies, television, novels, and so on in modern society, and his ability to make connections was not lacking. He had already sensed the conspiracy hidden beneath the surface of history from those few words.