Tome of Blood

Chapter 610 -109- The clergy whose worldviews are shaken

The reliefs on the murals are lifelike.

Although they have experienced the sedimentation of heavy years, the appearance that is very similar to the sculpture of the Lord God, and the obvious holy emblem, all reveal the identity of the young man on the relief.

The Lord God of Creation - Harald!

Of course, if they only saw the relief of the Lord God in the murals here, the clergy of the Holy King's Court would at most be puzzled, and would not be surprised or even terrified, even if the holy emblem is not exactly the same as the cross worshipped by the church.

What really makes them angry and even terrified is that the Lord God in the relief... is actually worshiping another existence!

The Lord God!

That is the Lord God of Creation!

The god who created the world of Miria, the beginning of everything, the end of everything!

He is one, He is also ten thousand, He is the starting point and end point of all things, and is the absolute supreme!

How could such a great myth as Him surrender to other existences? !

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Blasphemy!

This is absolutely naked blasphemy!

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against our Lord! This is an evil mural that disturbs our inner faith! It is a conspiracy of the devil and the evil god! We must destroy these dirty things that slander our Lord!"

A young high priest said angrily.

However, the faces of several elderly cardinals who followed Charlotte into this space showed a hint of hesitation and doubt.

Acting Grand Inquisitor Aaron also looked solemn. He looked at the subversive relief and fell into deep thought, as if he recalled something.

Even Angus, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, who was still angry just now, fell into a strange silence after a brief rage.

Demon Hunter Cardinal Selina stepped forward.

She reached out and stroked the rough mural, and her eyes finally stopped at the mysterious woman sitting high on the throne.

Her eyes fixed on the throne surrounded by roses, she sighed and said:

"I know this throne."

"This should be the throne of blood in the legend of the blood race. The woman sitting on this throne...I am afraid she is the legendary ancestor of the blood race-the true ancestor of blood!"

"Impossible! This is blasphemy! As the incarnation of holiness, as the god of creation who created the whole world, how could my Lord surrender to an evil alien god?!"

The young priest said excitedly.

But Selina just sighed.

Her eyes moved back and fell on the series of murals behind this most eye-catching mural.

It was a series of war murals.

It can be seen that it is a variety of strange wars between humans and suspected evil gods and evil things.

And at the forefront of the human side, leading humans to fight against alien gods, it was the mysterious woman sitting high on the throne.

Behind her, there were several beings surrounded by halos, each of which had its own symbol.

Only myths have their own symbols...

Obviously, these beings are following the mysterious woman, or more accurately, the myths of the True Ancestor of Blood!

And at the forefront of those myths, standing behind the True Ancestor of Blood, is the young man on the sculpture, the God of Creation worshipped by the Holy Royal Court!

Silence.

Dead silence.

When the clergy looked at the war murals, everyone seemed to be frozen and fell into a dead silence.

In this world, the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

And similarly, the person that the priests of the Holy Royal Court know best is also the biggest enemy of the Holy Royal Court.

Since the Holy Royal Court was founded, there has been one person who has been established as an enemy by the Royal Court and has been fighting against it for a thousand years... and only one.

That is the blood clan.

All the clergy present are high-level clergy.

And all the high-level clergy know the blood clan.

Perhaps they didn't know about the Blood True Ancestor who disappeared long before the establishment of the Royal Court, or perhaps they didn't know about the royal blood descendants who were actively hidden or even erased by the Blood Clan in the Blood Moon Era, but they knew too much about the other major clans of the Blood Clan.

Inside the church, the information about the Blood Clan could fill a library, especially the information about the five major clans of the Blood Clan.

Almost all high-level priests are familiar with the emblems of the five major clans of the Blood Clan, and even have a certain in-depth study of the betrayal of the Blood True Ancestor by the major clans of the Blood Clan in history.

That is why, when they saw the symbols on the mural clearly, they quickly recognized that they were the emblems of the major clans of the Blood Clan!

Those who stood with the "Creation God Lord" and those who "followed" the Blood True Ancestor with the "Creation God Lord" were the princes of the major clans in the Blood Clan legend!

Of course, what frightened the priests was not the murals about the Blood Clan myths seen in this temple that was exactly the same as the Holy Palace.

What frightened them was the appearance of the Creator God in the mural and the position of the Creator God in the mural.

All mythological murals have their due meanings.

Mythology is the master of the Miria continent. When it comes to mythology, regardless of good or evil, all murals will be as careful and prepared as possible to avoid angering the gods...

That is why the murals buried in history are often more real and accurate than the classics handed down.

Then the question arises.

Murals of vampire myths appeared in the temple of the "Lord of Creation God".

The "Lord of Creation" himself also appears in the murals of the vampire mythology.

He seemed to have accepted the first embrace of the True Ancestor of Blood. He surrendered and worshiped the True Ancestor of Blood. Together with several other major clans, he followed the True Ancestor of Blood in his conquests in the north and south.

So...what is His identity?

Looking at the history of the Vampire Clan, at the transition between the two eras, at the vague records at the beginning of the establishment of the Holy Royal Court, and at the various myths and legends that were obviously deliberately hidden or even destroyed, the answer... is actually ready to be revealed.

"No...impossible! This is impossible!"

The young priest's voice trembled, and he fell to the ground in despair.

However, the expressions of the elderly cardinals who followed the investigation team here were a bit complicated.

"Could it be...could it be that the rumor many years ago was true? Could it be that...the description in that blasphemous poem was true? Could it be that...my Holy Royal Court was once a branch of the Vampire Clan..."

One of the cardinals murmured with a pale face.

silence……

After a while, another cardinal officiant looked at the statue of the god at the front of the temple, his expression becoming more complicated:

"The church... has never recorded information about the beginning of the church..."

More silence...

The priests were in despair. They looked at the exquisite relief murals in a daze, as if all their strength was suddenly drained away.

Clearly, their worldview since the founding of their faith has been shaken today.

"Calm down! Everyone! We are still not sure where this is! We are following the apostates. I am afraid that all this is a conspiracy by the apostates to shake our faith!"

Angus, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, shouted.

"But...but..."

Some priests looked at the holy light that had not dissipated from the head of the group and hesitated to speak.

Angus also noticed their gazes. He looked down at himself, was silent for a moment, and then cheered up:

"But what? But did the statue here actually respond to me?"

"Don't forget! The apostate holds Mirik's shrine! Mirik's shrine can not only open up space, but can also use the opened space to create illusions! There cannot be two holy palaces in this world. There must be a traitor here The illusion created!”

Having said this, the group leader Angus looked at Charlotte again:

"Holy Lady, please say a few words! Strengthen everyone's faith, and we must not let the apostate's conspiracy succeed!"

However, after saying this, he froze.

He saw that Charlotte had walked up to the statue of the Lord of God at some unknown time.

Her eyes were fixed on the tall statue, with an indescribable complex emotion.

Obviously her body looks much smaller than the statue, but when she stands next to the statue, she gives people a subtle feeling that she is taller than the statue.

"I see, so you... left such a gift for me..."

He heard Her Majesty the Saint murmur.

"Lord Saint?"

Angus called again.

But Charlotte seemed to be attracted by something and did not respond.

Angus looked at Demon Hunter Cardinal Serena again. Serena was also deep in thought and seemed to be thinking about something.

He looked at the several cardinals and officiants, but several of them had complicated expressions and avoided looking.

Angus' expression changed.

Although he didn't want to say it clearly, even he had to admit that after seeing the sacred oath just now and seeing the content on the mural, almost all the high-level clergy present were shaken.

Gritting his teeth, Angus looked solemn and shouted:

"The Knights Templar obey the order! Destroy all these evil reliefs and murals that blaspheme our Lord!"

The Templars looked at each other with hesitation.

"What? Is it possible that you really believe the lies told by these apostates? This is all the conspiracy of the apostates! It is the conspiracy of those traitors who betrayed the God of Creation and the myth of creation!"

Angus said angrily.

"Haha, a traitor who betrayed the creation myth? How ridiculous! Angus, you pathetic and ignorant guy is really a loyal dog of Harald, the thief!"

The majestic and vicissitudes of voice echoed in the temple, and with the sound of the scepter hitting the ground, Gregory XII walked out of the shadow of the temple.

He was dressed in rich attire, with a holy crown on his head, and a golden sun symbol painted on his divine robe.

"Gregory!"

Angus, the leader of the group, looked solemn, with anger in his pupils.

Demon Hunter Cardinal Serena and several other cardinal officiants also quickly regained their composure and looked at the "fallen" chief who appeared with wary expressions.

But Gregory XII did not look at them.

His eyes stayed in front of the tall statue and the girl in front of the statue.

I saw him leaning slightly, respectfully performing an ancient courtesy towards the girl, and said with a smile:

"Your Highness the Saint, we... meet again."

As he spoke, he paused again, his smile faded, and his expression was solemn, but his slightly bent figure still maintained the respect of a subordinate facing a superior:

"No……"

"Perhaps I should call you by your true name, such as...the God of Dark Night, or...the True Ancestor of Blood!"

"You said, am I right? The origin of the bloodline, the king of the eternal night, the returning immortal, the master and true ancestor of the blood moon... the 'great'... the savior?"

The God of Dark Night... the True Ancestor of Blood? !

The clergy widened their eyes and looked shocked.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the girl in front of the statue.