Chapter 393: Battle for Faith, Cover the Sky with One Hand

Eastern Sea, the depths of the ocean.

Harris sometimes ran onto the deck to watch for any movement on the sea's surface.

Then he would run back to the projection room to watch the images being projected, as well as the messages flooding in like a waterfall.

Yes, he was watching a live broadcast.

"Why aren't they coming for the rendezvous? If that Zhou Ping'an figures it out, we won't be able to get away."

Harris growled anxiously and in a low voice.

Having lost the Angel Armament, for some reason, this S-rank Holy Swordsman seemed as if his spine had been broken, his mental state in complete disarray, and he was extremely nervous.

"Don't worry. Bishop Brown himself has made arrangements; we just need to wait patiently."

Thompson was equally anxious, clutching a heavy lead box, not daring to relax for a moment.

He even continuously used his precious spiritual power to monitor the crew and passengers around him closely.