Tome of Blood

Chapter 369 -25- The "Stable" Albrecht

Albrecht was angry and depressed.

As the third dark apostle of the Gorefiend Cult, he has always disappeared without a trace, and is extremely good at hiding breaths and traces.

Even if the Gorefiend Palace, which secretly ruled the New Moon Kingdom, was besieged by the Holy Royal Court, and three dark apostles fell, he could easily escape completely.

Today, however, he somehow capsized the boat.

Recalling the terrific siege just now, Albrecht couldn't help showing a trace of fear.

The sword just now, if he hadn't escaped a little faster, would have hit his head instead of his shoulder!

Thinking of this, Albrecht's pale face was covered with another layer of haze.

It can be seen that in order to infiltrate the nobles and churches of the New Moon, he has been lurking in Lutetia for nearly a hundred years.

In order to prevent his whereabouts from being leaked, he never even showed up on his own initiative, but instead relied on taboo blood servants and contract slaves to act.

The other dark apostles even laughed and called him Albrecht "the coward" because of this, but he never cared.

The more you dance, the sooner you die.

He sat and watched those apostles rise to fame one by one, stirring up wind and rain, and he also sat and watched that apostles were exiled or directly fell under the siege of the holy royal court...

Thousands of years have passed, and the dark apostles of the Gorefiend Cult have changed one after another.

But he has been alive.

Even the ranking of the apostle has automatically risen by three places, even though he has never participated in power struggles within the church, never competed for ranking, and never even invited favors from the Grand Duke.

And this... was all done by him.

But what happened just now?

Albrecht remembered that he was hiding in the stronghold, the deepest dark room in the stronghold, where the protection measures were so meticulous that even if the high priest of the holy royal court threw the forbidden spell directly at him, he could retreat completely. You can even turn around and give the high priest a middle finger...

However, it turned out to be such a safe place, and he would capsize the boat!

He remembered that he was just leisurely leaning on the velvet and brocade cushions filially respected by the New Moon nobles, while gracefully drinking the extraordinary blood of a pure girl, while calmly listening to the work report of the contracted slaves...

The Holy Advent was approaching, and even though he was not very interested in summoning the Grand Duke, he still knew that he had to do something to prove his worth. The target he chose was the New Moon Nobility and the capital of the New Moon Parish.

The fishing net has already been laid, and he is ready to close the net when the central meeting is held, deal a severe blow to the Holy Royal Court, and at the same time strengthen his control over the nobles.

Then, he remembered that the imprint he had left in the blood servant's soul had a reaction...

He wanted to see what happened, but who knew that he was directly pulled over by the mark of the blood servant!

Before he could react, he was summoned to the inner city of Lutetia, and not far away was the Lutetia Cathedral!

What's even more outrageous is that the three legendary clergymen of Lutetia Cathedral were in the church, and the four of them came directly to stare at each other!

At that time the Albrechts were going to be stupid.

Didn't it mean that Bernard and Joseph both went to Castel to investigate the God of the Night?

Why are they still in church?

And... why is the timing so coincidental? !

Albrecht's thoughts were spinning, and he felt aggrieved, depressed, angry, and puzzled.

What made him aggrieved was that he was not ready to fight at all, so he directly bumped into the three legends of the Church.

What makes him depressed is that nearly a hundred years of lurking will be destroyed, and the plan to sacrifice to the parliament may also go bankrupt.

What made him angry was that the culprit of all this turned out to be the most powerful blood servant he personally selected.

And what he wondered was what kind of wind the other party had, and how they summoned him...

What the hell is that bastard Bertrand doing?

Why is the mere blood servant able to summon him, the lord?

And...is it such a loud call?

Is that a demon call?

He has already been a bloodborn, and the priority of bloodborn status has long been higher than that of demons, and the real name that belongs to demons has long been hidden by him...

How did he know?

Who is cheating him?

Albrecht didn't believe that a mere taboo blood servant who had been fooled by him so that he couldn't find the north would have the guts to pit him, nor did he believe that the other party could dig out his demon's real name that he hadn't used for many years, let alone Believe that the other party can successfully reverse summon him.

He naturally thought of those old guys who knew his real name...

It's just that these old guys have almost all been hanged on the cross by the holy royal court over time, or have been exiled to an unknown dimension.

Thinking about it now, it seems that after nearly a thousand years, there are no more people.

So... which old guy who had a grudge against him crawled out of a different space to seek revenge on him?

But that's not true, none of the exiles in the religious order who knew his demon's real name came back. He is quite sure of this, and as for the existence of other people who may know his demon's real name, it can only be the older ones. guy...

Thinking of this, Albrecht was lost in thought.

There are not many people who know his demon's real name, except for those who fell, there are only a few who were exiled to different dimensions.

Those are all dancing old Huan guys. If someone comes back, there must be a lot of movement, like last year's Vala Luoka. I heard that one foot was sealed again just after stepping out of the seal.

Unless, it is the existence of an earlier time.

For example, a certain legend who dealt with him when the bloodline was still unsplit.

For another example, those demigods who can deduce the identity and real name of demons according to the breath left behind...

etc……

A demigod who reversed his real name?

As if thinking of something, Albrecht slightly widened his eyes.

"According to the internal information of the Holy Royal Court, last year, Vala Roka was re-sealed back by the 'God of the Night'..."

"The religious order branch of Falling Star once sent back news before it was destroyed. There is a mysterious god behind the Earl of the North, Charlotte de Castel, and it is very likely that it is the 'God of the Night'..."

"The 'God of the Night' is suspected to be an ancient blood-born god, and he seems to have great hostility towards the sect. A month ago, he was suspected to have triggered the god-suppressing bell of the holy royal court again..."

"In order to divert the attention of the Holy King's Court to the Northland, I once ordered the believers to collect information on the Northland, and to report anonymously to the Holy King's Court before the God-Suppressing Bell rang again..."

"However, the Holy Royal Court obviously did not take the bait, and none of the three legendary priests left!"

"Not long ago, the believers who were staring at the Castel family heard the news that Earl Castel went to the church today and left safely..."

"And not long after, I was plotted against..."

"The three legendary clergymen of the Lutetia Church are all in the church, obviously they have made an appointment."

"Hiss...Could it be that the 'God of the Night' has also come to Lutetia, is it because the 'God of the Night' has reached some kind of cooperation with the Holy Royal Court, and is it that he plotted against me?"

Albrecht's thoughts were racing, his expression uncertain.

It's not that he has persecution paranoia.

Rather, he is very aware of the power of those ancient myths, and he is also very clear about the nature of the holy royal court.

According to known information, the "God of the Night" is very likely to be an ancient blood demigod before the establishment of the blood clan.

At that time, Albrecht had already accepted the First Embrace and became a member of the Bloodborne Legion. He once participated in the disputes on the continent with Abaddon, the Blood Demon Grand Duke.

Even though nearly two thousand years have passed, Albrecht still remembers that era.

At that time, some blood descendants who failed to obtain the command of the legion were unhappy with the six blood princes, especially the more domineering blood demon legion, which made many enemies.

The "God of the Night" is probably among them.

As for the Holy King's Court... Although the Holy King's Court shouted and killed the alien gods, as a blood descendant who watched the rise of this behemoth, Albrecht knew very well that the Holy King's Court did not look like it in essence. That is hostile to Ability God.

To be more precise, the hostility and suppression of the Holy Royal Court are those Ability Gods who refuse to be included in the Royal Court system and refuse to abide by the sacred guidelines...

Albrecht still remembered that when the Holy Royal Court first appeared, the god it believed in was nothing but the Lord Harald.

Later, they gradually included myths that were willing to join one after another, such as Mithra, the God of Contract, Aphrods, the God of Beauty, Gallimo, the God of Judgment, etc...

It was also with the addition of gods one after another that the holy royal court grew rapidly, and finally formed a polytheistic belief that honored the creator god Harald and was assisted by many subordinate gods.

And God Lord Haral also became more and more powerful because he shared the authority of many subordinate gods!

Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression gradually became serious.

The Holy Royal Court has absorbed no less than forty disciples over the millennium.

And the last one is Mithra, the god of contract who joined the royal court hundreds of years ago, and is also the most powerful servant god in the holy royal court after the god lord Harald in the number of believers.

The "God of the Night" has been an enemy of the religious order since he appeared in the world, and his actions are more inclined to the Holy Court. Even the little count who is suspected of being a member of the God of the Night is also called the saint of the Holy Court...

Hiss... Could it be that the "God of the Night" has been hooked up with the church long ago, and the Holy Royal Court intends to absorb the "God of the Night" into the royal court?

The sect reported loneliness, not only failed to divert the attention of the holy royal court, but also exposed itself?

The more Albrecht thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

No way, the Gorefiend Cult has dealt with the "God of the Night" several times. Apart from the high probability that he can be judged to be a blood descendant, the most puzzling thing is the behavior style of the opponent's believers.

Unlike the followers of the blood-born myth, it looks like an orthodox church like the Holy King's Court!

But if the two parties have hooked up a long time ago, it would make sense.

That's right, how could he be forcibly summoned by relying on Bertrand's trash alone? The one who can summon him can only be a legend or even a myth!

If Legend made a move, it would be impossible to keep silent, let alone make him unaware.

It can only be a god who can ignore his wishes and snatch him away before he has time to react!

Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression changed.

"No, I can't stay here anymore, first find a place to recuperate and recuperate, and avoid the limelight..."

He glanced at his broken arm and said to himself.

Perhaps those ambitious legends will be overjoyed when they know the news of a myth that has just been revived, thinking that it is time for them to kill the gods and replace them.

But Albrecht has always acted safely and low-key, and has no intention of confronting it.

He firmly believes that opportunities are always accompanied by risks, and as long as there is a 1% risk, once bad luck happens, it is 100%.

As a long-lived species, it is obviously possible to spend time and achieve your goals bit by bit. There is no need to be impulsive and risky, let alone life-threatening.

The "God of the Night" was able to kick Vala Rocca back to the seal. Although there may be factors in which Vala Roka's power has not recovered, the "god"'s own power may have recovered to a certain extent.

There was absolutely no need for him to rush the adventure.

"Just... find a safe place to sleep, sleep for a few years, and wait for the call of the Grand Duke when the crown descends. I have done enough for so many years, and I have broken an arm in order to attack the church. seriously injured..."

"There are several other apostles in the religious group, whoever wants to charge can charge! I'm not the only one behind. Even if the Grand Duke knows about it, he will definitely understand."

Albrecht talked to himself, and soon came to a decision.

He was indeed seriously injured. Although the broken arm would only take time to grow back, the power left by Louis V was not easy to remove.

He is very weak now, so weak that he needs to consider whether to avoid the blazing sun.

He really needs healing.

Taking a deep breath, Albrecht found a direction, turned into a shadow and quickly fled away.

He chose the northeast.

He intends to go to the East Unet Blackland, which is a paradise for mercenaries and a place of chaotic beliefs. Although there are legends, it does not have the power to unify the region. There are still many ruins, which are the most suitable for hiding!

Albrecht covered his breath and quickly moved away, wishing he could leave New Moon immediately.

However, after flying away for four or five minutes, he suddenly appeared and stopped.

He clutched his wound and looked around with a surprised expression.

Crumbling tombstones, withered and rotten trees, circling crows and little fire...

He had obviously escaped forty or fifty kilometers, but he was still in that small cemetery!

something is wrong...

Albrecht's heart sank.

He was extremely vigilant and looked around vigilantly, and then saw the crows hovering in the sky landing on the branches, and then slowly moved their heads to look at him in unison.

The continuous sound of crows stopped, the looming fire disappeared, and the whole world fell into silence, only the pair of scarlet eyes flickering slightly looking at him, and the huge blood moon hanging in the sky.

And the next moment, Albrecht saw the crimson mist spreading from all directions, soon covering the whole world...

In the mist, he saw that the surrounding scene gradually distorted and changed.

The crows are gone, the dead wood is gone, and the tombstones are gone.

Instead, there are dark boulder walls, simple and gorgeous chandeliers, and cold and hard ground.

He's not in the cemetery.

But in a majestic old castle.

On the walls around the castle, there are vivid murals looming, telling the stories of gods and followers.

In front of him, layers of steps continued to extend, converging on the misty high platform.

He saw a quaint throne in the center of the high platform.

And above the throne, a graceful figure shrouded in crimson mist is sitting lazily...

Looking at the holy emblem around the throne, and at the red-gold eyes in the crimson mist that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Albrecht's eyes widened in an instant, his face suddenly lost all color, and he was in a bad mood:

"The thorn... the rose..."

"God of the night!"

His throat was dry, and even his voice trembled.