**Chapter 30: Visitor from the Inquisition**
The two to three hundred square meter area now only housed a single, highly technological Plasma Furnace.
The Plasma Furnace was heating at maximum power, the high temperature inside exceeding 2000 degrees, burning the furnace walls glowed red-hot.
Deep within the furnace fire, several separate solutions were partitioned.
Tang Song stood shirtless before the Plasma Furnace, his hands constantly forming Hand Seals, sending out Spirit Formulas, and streams of Spiritual Radiance merged into these liquids.
Time passed bit by bit. As the speed of Tang Song's Hand Seals grew faster and faster, faint rays of light began to appear in the center of the six-colored liquids.
"Combine!"
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Song roared, biting down hard on his Tongue-Tip, and spat a mouthful of Tongue-Tip Blood onto it.
As he spat out this mouthful of Blood, the six-colored liquids inside the Plasma Furnace condensed into two Golden Pellets the size of pigeon eggs.
The Golden Pellets were like gold yet not gold, like jade yet not jade. Their surface resembled Amber, and upon closer inspection, Misty Qi subtly flowed over them, forming three Talismans.
Success!
Tang Song looked at the Golden Pellets, his heart filled with joy. With a flick of his finger, he performed the Object Manipulation Technique.
An Oak Barrel nearby was directly lifted by a transparent hand.
Splash!
A full barrel, weighing over a hundred jin, of Blood Water was poured into the Plasma Furnace. Immediately, a cloud of white steam rose, instantly filling the entire Basement.
After the Quenching was complete, Tang Song changed his Spirit Formulas, using the Storage Formula for Magic Tools, and gave a slight pull towards the inside of the Plasma Furnace.
Two streams of golden light shot out from within the furnace, spinning and landing in Tang Song's palm.
Holding the two Sword Pellets in his hand, Tang Song couldn't bear to put them down.
Although these two Sword Pellets were merely ordinary Magic Tools inscribed with three layers of Restriction Seals in terms of grade, they weren't much stronger than the Bronze Armored Corpses and Skeleton Demons Tang Song had Refined.
However, the Magic Tools recorded in the Heshan Scripture were mostly things focused on quick results, powerful and usable for self-defense, but in terms of Potential, they were inferior to the two Sword Pellets Tang Song had Refined with his own hands.
Tang Song held the Sword Pellets and poured two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi into them. The two Sword Pellets emitted dazzling White Light.
Tang Song flung the two Sword Pellets out.
Whoosh! Two white rainbows shot forth, and the concrete ground seemed like tofu, bursting open with two bowl-sized holes.
Sunlight shone through the holes. Through the holes, Tang Song could even see the Bushes and Flowers in the Manor.
Under Tang Song's control, these two Sword Pellets had actually pierced through more than two meters of concrete slab and four to five meters of earth with a single strike.
Two streams of White Radiance circled and intersected in the sky. The incredibly sharp Sword Qi cut the clouds in the sky into scattered pieces.
A moment later, the novelty wore off, and Tang Song retrieved the Sword Pellets.
With the two Sword Pellets back in his palm, as White Radiance bloomed, Tang Song's hands now held two swords as thin as cicada wings.
The swords were three feet long, greenish-white, and faintly transparent.
Tang Song held a sword in each hand and swung them. Immediately, Sword Qi crisscrossed throughout the entire Basement.
...
"Boss!"
From the Basement, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard, and someone was gently knocking on the Basement door. Tang Song 'Hmm'ed, "Come in, is something the matter?"
Lane walked in, bowed slightly, and said, "Someone in the monitoring room saw some abnormalities on the ground. Are you alright?"
Tang Song glanced at the ground around him, which was almost completely ruined, and said calmly, "I'm fine. Just experimenting with some new things!"
...
"Boss, Father Declerck is here. He wants to see you!" A Bodyguard appeared at the Basement entrance at this moment, bowing slightly towards Tang Song.
"Declerck, what does he want?"
Tang Song tidied his clothes, changed into a crisp White Suit brought by a Bodyguard, stretched his neck, and followed Lane out.
...
Father Declerck hadn't come alone. Beside him was a man over one meter ninety tall, around fifty years old, with a long, narrow head, a curved aquiline nose, and two brown eyes that revealed a strange expression.
From their positioning, Father Declerck's status was clearly not as high as this man's.
Frank was politely but intently observing the two of them from about five meters away.
Tang Song arrived in the Living Room and immediately used his Divine Sense to see through the man.
Hmm, Tang Song discovered something very interesting. He smiled and gestured invitingly, saying:
"Please sit. Lane, have someone bring some drinks. Father, this is..."
Before Father Declerck could reply, the man responded and sat down on the sofa opposite Tang Song, saying in a deep, powerful voice, "Call me West. I am from the Vatican!"
Tang Song acknowledged with a slight nod, saying, "Then, Mr. West, may I ask what brings you here? What are The Church's demands of us? Are you asking for a reduction in Salary? You are from the Vatican, but I reached a Cooperation agreement with the New York Diocese. However, if these are demands from The Church, I will consider your reasonable requests."
A hint of awkwardness appeared on Father Declerck's face.
West's gaunt face remained expressionless:
"The matters of the New York Diocese are not something our Inquisition will interfere with! I am here regarding the Blood God's arrival. Mr. Tang, what you are doing is indeed commendable. In just ten days, you have already wiped out seven Vampire Lairs. Even our Inquisition might not be able to do it this cleanly!
However, I am here to assess the risk of the Blood God's arrival, and also, do you have the confidence to stop this Blood God's arrival?"
Tang Song leaned back, twisting his upper body to get more comfortable.
Lane pushed over a small drinks cart and personally mixed three drinks, handing them to Tang Song, West, and Declerck.
Tang Song raised his glass in a toast. West smiled in return, took a sip, then looked at Lane with a hint of surprise, indicating, "Good drink, Mr. Tang. You have an excellent bartender."
Tang Song smiled with a touch of self-satisfaction, saying, "Then, Mr. West, may I ask what you need? Or rather, what kind of guarantee do you hope I can give you?"
West shook his head with a slight surprise, saying:
"Guarantee? I don't need any guarantee. Let me be frank. I will be staying in New York during this time. If there are any signs of the Blood God's arrival, and you cannot resolve it, the matters in New York will be directly taken over by our Inquisition..."
Tang Song made a slight gesture and burst into laughter:
"No problem, no problem, haha. We in The East have an old saying, 'If you don't have the diamond drill, don't take on the porcelain work.' If we weren't capable of doing it well, we wouldn't dare to take on this Business rashly."
Tang Song raised his glass, inviting West to toast the Inquisition together.
Tang Song's gaze swept over Father Declerck beside him, seeing his Bitter Gourd Face, and Tang Song fell into thought.
(End of Chapter)