Tome of Blood

Chapter 612 -111- Identity Exposed

The power of the "nuclear explosion" gradually dissipated, and everything around was razed to the ground.

The temple had completely disappeared, and only the statue of Harald was still standing tall.

Charlotte and others stood on a "floating" ground, surrounded by the boundless starry sky, and occasionally saw chaotic void storms and thunder constantly wandering and flashing.

The next moment, Harald's statue suddenly lit up.

The milky white light bloomed, covering everything around, as if covered with a layer of hazy fog.

Soon, the starry sky that was like flowers in the fog suddenly distorted, and the whole world also showed strange changes like the deformation of oil paintings...

And when the light dissipated, the surrounding scene had changed again.

The destroyed temple reappeared, and the murals, domes... quickly recovered as if time was reversed.

After a while, everything around was restored to its original state.

Charlotte and the clergy were still standing in the temple. The marble floor was as smooth as before, and the reliefs on the wall were intact, as if the battle just now was just an illusion.

"Illusion... illusion?"

A clergyman widened his eyes.

"No... not an illusion, I'm afraid it's the solidified magic 'Eternal Moment'."

Selina looked at the injuries on the people that had not recovered with the temple, and then looked at Gregory XII lying on the ground not far away, dying, and said in doubt.

Gregory XII was seriously injured.

His robe was torn, and the artifact scepter in his hand, the Holy Hand, also had a few cracks. His whole body was severely burned, and his chest collapsed unnaturally, looking terrible.

Obviously, the "nuclear explosion" just now was real.

However, the clergy's attention was not on this traitorous chief.

Because they were all in doubt like the demon hunting cardinal Selina.

As for Charlotte, her attention was attracted by Harald's statue, and she fell into deep thought.

"Eternal... Eternal Moment?! No... How could this be possible... Isn't that the blessing that the Lord God bestowed on the Holy Palace in the legend, the unique blessing of eternal time and space in the Miria continent?! And... And this blessing has already expired with the Lord God's sleep!"

A high priest murmured in disbelief.

The expression of the demon hunting cardinal Selina was a little complicated.

She glanced at the "Blood True Ancestor" standing next to the statue, and then looked at the lifelike reliefs, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and murmured:

"No..."

"Maybe... It's not that the blessing has expired, maybe... This is the real Holy Palace."

Really... The real Holy Palace?

The clergy widened their eyes.

"No... The real Holy Palace? How... How could this be possible?! This..."

The old cardinal priest was excited and at a loss.

"Ahem... hehe... hahaha..."

"What? After discovering the truth hidden by Harald and the church... are you... shocked?"

A hoarse and weak voice came from Gregory XII who was lying on the ground.

He stood up tremblingly with his scepter, and laughed strangely:

"Yes, you didn't expect it? This is the real Holy Palace... This is the secret that has been hidden by successive chief high priests from generation to generation..."

"Harald, who stole the power of our Lord... is just a dog of the blood clan! You, His followers, are actually no different from blood servants!"

"Hehe... hahaha... cough cough cough..."

Gregory XII looked crazy, and his remarks soon aroused the anger of the clergy.

"Shut up! You shameless apostate and heretic! The glory and majesty of our Lord cannot be blasphemed by you, the fallen!"

A young high priest said angrily.

"Apostates?"

Gregory XII sneered, and his crazy face soon became angry:

"Hmph! The real apostates... are you! The real traitor... is Harald!"

"You are the apostates! You are thieves! You are robbers! You are shameless maggots who stole the power of my Lord! Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Gregory XII coughed violently, and his face turned unnaturally pale.

The clergy became more and more angry.

They were about to curse, but were stopped by the Grand Master Angus. Following Angus's gaze, they looked at Charlotte, who looked like a "true ancestor" standing in front of the statue of Harald in deep thought. Everyone had a complicated expression on their faces and fell silent.

Those who can become high-level clergy are not fools.

Although their faith is firm, their faith is pious, and they are unwilling to believe it in their hearts, everything they saw today... actually points to the reality that they find difficult to accept.

The Holy Royal Court... I'm afraid it really originated from the blood clan!

And the Saint they followed... was the returned True Ancestor of Blood!

This was a cruel reality that was enough to overturn their three views.

Of course, even if they realized this incredible truth, it did not mean that the clergy would agree with Gregory XII's subsequent violent remarks.

Grand Master Angus's expression was as gloomy as water.

In the end, as if he had made up his mind and seemed to have convinced himself of his inner struggle, he regained his composure and said calmly:

"Even if my Lord was indeed a descendant of blood, even if the Holy Royal Court did originate from the blood clan, my Lord's reputation... is not something you, an apostate, can slander!"

"Harald? Honor? Hehe... Hehe... Just a purveyor of teachings! What honor is there to talk about!"

Gregory XII vomited blood and laughed strangely.

"Oh? What? Could it be that... you still want to say that everything in the Holy Royal Court originally belongs to your Sun Temple, to that madman Helios?"

A faint voice sounded.

It was Charlotte.

Her attention had completely shifted away from the statue.

Seeing the calm look she cast over him, Gregory XII shrank a little.

But soon, he returned to his crazy state again, and continued to laugh strangely:

"Haha...hahaha...isn't it? All this should belong to my Lord, it should belong to my Lord!"

As he spoke, his expression became more and more crazy, and his face became ferocious:

"You will not win, you will never win! Blood True Ancestor! Today is the day of your death! You will fall! You will lose everything!"

"Not only you! And them, these followers of Harald, you will die! All of you must die! The great my Lord... will step on your death and return to the highest throne!"

"My Lord... will take back everything that belongs to Him!"

"Everything will belong to the eternal sun! To the true holiness! To the great supreme ruler!"

"Hahahahahahaha...hahahahaha...cough cough..."

Gregory coughed violently, and then slowly fell limp, his eyes gradually lost their spirit, but his face still had a crazy smile. Gray gradually spread over his body, and soon, he turned into a gray-black "sculpture", and then turned into ashes with a bang.

Only the almost broken artifact scepter "Holy Hand" lay in the ashes, almost losing its divine light.

Seeing this scene, the clergy were stunned, and Charlotte frowned.

Turned into flying ashes after death... Obviously, Gregory XII was not a real living being like the blood elves of Luna Island.

The Guarding Staff took a step forward.

It picked up the artifact scepter "Holy Hand", sensed it, and then frowned.

"Guarding Staff, did you find anything?"

Charlotte asked.

The Guarding Staff nodded.

It glanced at the other clergy, and then said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, this artifact... has been damaged."

Charlotte's identity has been exposed, and there is no need to continue to cover it up.

When the clergymen in the temple heard the Guardian Staff addressing Charlotte, their expressions became more complicated.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little subtle. Charlotte read many emotions from the eyes of the crowd, including helplessness, confusion, disbelief and pain, fear, vigilance and depression...

However, there was no hostility.

Obviously, no matter what Charlotte's true identity was, no matter what the origin of the Holy Court was, Charlotte had told these clergymen with her actual actions that she was not their enemy.

"The Holy Hand is a divine artifact after all. It can't be damaged so easily. Has it been overdrawn for a long time?"

Charlotte asked, withdrawing her gaze from the crowd.

"Yes, Your Majesty the True Ancestor, its divine power is almost exhausted. I'm afraid it has already overdrawn its power before the battle and used it somewhere."

The Guardian Staff answered respectfully.

Charlotte frowned:

"The Holy Hand can amplify magic. If so... I'm afraid the Temple of the Sun has activated something extraordinary."

The Guardian Staff's expression changed:

"Oh no! We must have fallen into a trap!"

"Your Majesty the True Ancestor! This is not the alien space opened up by the Mirick Shrine, and the practices of the Temple of the Sun are also different from the past! So it seems that there is more than one person who has 'come back'!"

"Now almost all the high-level clergy of the church have followed you here. If this is a trap... I'm afraid the Holy Church is in danger! We need to leave here as soon as possible!"

"Take the tiger away from the mountain!"

This idiom emerged in Charlotte's mind.

"Let's go, leave here, and return to the Holy City!"

Charlotte said with a serious look.

After speaking, she took the lead, split the space channel with divine power, and left the temple.

The clergy hesitated.

Until the Guardian Staff looked at them:

"What are you still standing there for? The Holy City may be in danger. As the followers of our Lord, it is time for you to defend the Holy City!"

The clergy had different expressions.

The Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Angus, gritted his teeth and said:

"All Paladins, listen to my orders! Follow... Her Highness the Saint, and support the Holy City!"

Angus' words temporarily set the tone for the confused knights.

Soon, the silent Demon Hunter Cardinal also stood with Angus and showed his attitude with practical actions.

The priests hesitated.

And finally, the oldest and most respected old cardinal also stood up:

"Listen to Lord Angus! No matter what the origin of my Holy Court is, we are all devout believers of the Holy Court! No matter what the true identity of Her Highness the Saint is, since She has the favor of our Lord, She is now... Her Highness the Saint of my Holy Court!"

The old cardinal raised his arm and called, and the priests no longer hesitated.

At all times, we must distinguish between major contradictions and minor contradictions.

Although they still looked worried and hesitant, the priests finally cheered up and followed several legendary priests out of the temple.