Tome of Blood

Chapter 615 -114- Her Royal Highness the Saint? !

"The Archduke the Blood Demon! It's the Archduke the Evil God Blood Demon!"

"Why are you still standing there? Activate the Holy City's backup emergency magic barrier!"

Seeing the terrifying figure coming, the cardinal priest who came to support yelled at the pale clergyman beside him.

But the clergy of the Holy City just stammered:

"Cardinal... Cardinal, all the magical defenses in the Holy City... have been destroyed long ago."

"What?!"

The supporting cardinal's eyes widened.

He wanted to say something more, but he saw the clergy suddenly looked horrified and frightened.

They opened their mouths wide, as if they wanted to call out, but they were all frozen there like sculptures, unable to even make a sound.

They all looked behind the cardinal's officiant, and their frightened faces lost their color, as if they had seen some indescribable horror.

The Cardinal Priest felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped several levels in an instant, and even the sacred power in his body that was originally sluggish seemed to be frozen and unable to be mobilized at all.

An indescribable fear inexplicably came to his mind.

Almost subconsciously, he slowly turned around.

At this moment, the whole world was quiet.

The cardinal saw a pair of black and red eyes.

He couldn't hear other sounds or see anything else. All he could see was the pair of black and red demon eyes.

The owner of those eyes seemed to have no emotions and could not see any waves.

However, those pupils as deep as the abyss seemed to be chaos and darkness itself.

Those are the eyes of the Blood Demon Archduke.

At some point, the Blood Demon Archduke, who was just above the Holy Palace, appeared behind him.

Just by looking at him, the Cardinal Priest felt that his soul seemed to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and all kinds of twisted and weird thoughts spread in his mind like corrupt maggots.

There was only darkness in his eyes, and his expression quickly became as ferocious as a demon.

He only felt that his blood became restless, his thoughts became complicated, and everything in front of him began to become unsightly and hateful, giving him the urge to destroy everything.

There was only a pair of calm demon eyes left in his mind, and there seemed to be a voice beside his ears that was constantly murmuring, teasing all kinds of crazy thoughts and evil thoughts.

The cardinal smiled.

The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a strange arc, and his gray-blue eyes quickly turned red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with a deep layer of black.

He laughed in a strange tone, and while laughing, he drew out the holy sword surrounded by divine power, and shouted with fanaticism:

"Everything...for the eternal holiness!"

After speaking, he raised the holy sword high, burst out with pale sacred power, and slashed at the frightened priests.

Seeing the dazzling holy sword that was striking head-on and inevitable, the priests' eyes widened with frightened expressions of shock and despair.

However, at the moment when the sword light was about to fall, an arm passed through the void, and its white index finger gently touched the tip of the sword.

The sword light stopped.

The cardinal's movements stopped.

The divine light turned from pale to platinum, retreating in the direction it came from.

And when the light spread to the cardinal's body, the cardinal's eyes gradually returned to clarity.

The scarlet and darkness faded away, and his ferocious expression was gradually replaced by confusion. When he realized what he had just done, his expression quickly turned into fear and horror.

Just one glance with the Blood Demon Archduke. As a legendary priest, he was almost deprived of his sanity, and the other party didn't even do anything!

The Cardinal Priest hurriedly put away the Holy Sword, feeling infinitely frightened in his heart. Apart from being frightened, he looked gratefully at the helper who had awakened him...

"Thanks……"

he said.

But after saying that, he was stunned again.

What caught the cardinal's eye was a woman with silver hair and red eyes.

She looked to be about twenty years old, and her delicate and perfect face gave him a strong sense of familiarity. The black dress on her body was woven with a very familiar thorns and roses pattern.

She was clearly standing there, but the Cardinal Priest could not feel any presence, as if her existence was just an phantom.

No.

It was no phantom.

The Cardinal Priest could see the other party clearly. He even saw the other party speaking softly, with a cold voice that was ethereal and majestic:

"Stay back, this is no longer a mortal battle."

Mortal... Mortal?

The cardinal was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if he realized something, his eyes widened again.

Legend's perception is extremely sharp. According to common sense, nothing can escape Legend's perception.

Standing in front of him, but unable to be sensed, and at the same time not an illusion, it only means one situation... the existence of the other party is beyond his perception!

The last time, the person who gave the Cardinal Priest a similar feeling was the Blood Demon Archduke who quietly came behind him.

Well, the answer is already obvious.

myth!

Like the Blood Demon Archduke... he is also a myth that has descended into the world!

The Cardinal Priest looked shocked.

At this time, he suddenly remembered when he had seen the pattern of thorns and roses.

That was a confidential report from the branch of the Church of the Falling Star Kingdom, and the existence represented by the iconic thorns and roses only referred to one existence in the report——

"Blood Prince... God of Dark Night!"

The Cardinal widened his eyes and uttered the name that appeared in his mind in disbelief.

He looked at the figure who saved him with a complicated expression, and after a slight hesitation, he said to the other clergy:

"Everyone retreat! Evacuate the residents of the Holy City, this is no longer a field that we mortals can intervene in!"

After saying that, he looked in the direction of the two gods with concern, and then decisively exerted his divine power, blessing other clergy and civilians, and led everyone away.

And soon, he saw a familiar figure again.

Not far away, several powerful auras appeared at the same time, and they came one after another. They were the legendary clergy who were lured away from the church.

The Grand Master of the Knights Templar, the Acting Grand Inquisitor, the Demon Hunter Cardinal, and the Cardinals of the Cardinals who participated in the investigation of Gregory XII were all present.

The solemn Cardinal finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly greeted Angus, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, who was at the front and had the highest status, and then said solemnly:

"Master! The Blood Demon Grand Duke has arrived! He is confronting the God of Darkness who suddenly arrived! The divine defense in the Holy Palace has now completely failed. We must immediately evacuate all residents of the Holy City!"

The Cardinal looked serious and more solemn than ever before.

But the Grand Master of the Knights Templar and others did not show any unexpected expressions. They seemed to have known the current situation for a long time, and were not surprised by the arrival of the two myths. They just nodded to the Cardinal, and Angus, the leader, said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, it has been arranged."

The Cardinal was hesitant to speak.

And suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said again:

"Oh, right! There is also Her Highness the Saint!"

"When we came to help the Holy City, we never found Her Highness the Saint!"

After hearing the words of the Cardinal, Angus and others had subtle expressions.

After a slight pause, Grand Master Angus said:

"Her Highness the Saint...she went with us to track down the apostates before."

The Cardinal's eyes subconsciously fell on the crowd, with hope in his eyes:

"Then, what about Her Highness the Saint?!"

"Her Highness the Saint can sense my Lord. Now that the evil gods are wreaking havoc in the Holy City, only Her Highness the Saint can save the Holy City!"

"As long as Her Highness the Saint prays to my Lord, my Lord will definitely cast his eyes and judge the evil that tries to subvert the sacred!"

The Cardinal said fanatically.

But after he finished speaking, he found that all the legendary clergy in front of him were silent.

The Cardinal finally felt that something was wrong.

He couldn't help but sweep his eyes through the crowd, and then said anxiously:

"Sir Angus, where is the Saint? Didn't you say that the Saint is tracking down the apostates with you? Where is she?"

The expression of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar became more and more subtle.

He glanced at the Cardinal Priest, then sighed and said:

"The one who just saved you was the Saint."

"What?"

The Cardinal Priest looked stunned.

For a moment, he wondered if he had heard it wrong.

But looking at the calm expression of Captain Angus and the tacit silence of the other clergy, he finally widened his eyes.

Turning back in disbelief, he looked at the figure that was already far away from the crowd.

The boundless darkness covered the sky, and the twisted and deep shadows had swallowed everything, covering the battlefield belonging to the myth.

The cardinal priest could no longer see the silver-haired figure. All he saw was a deep black. All he felt was the immense divine power that was rising like before a storm, which made even the legends feel frightened.

He opened his mouth slightly, and said in shock:

"You mean, that was Her Highness the Saint just now?!"

"Her Highness the Saint... is the God of Dark Night?!"

...

In the center of the Holy City, the battlefield of mythology.

The demons prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling towards the sky, and above the sky, two figures confronted each other, emitting a pressure beyond the ordinary.

The fierce magic storm blew up Charlotte's silver hair, and the crimson divine power surrounded her. In her golden-red pupils, a white-gold sacred light was jumping, adding a touch of holiness and pressure to her in the darkness.

Her eyes fell on the blood demon archduke.

Although the black armor on his body looked more majestic and ferocious, and the aura he exuded was more chaotic and dark than in his memory, and although he did not shout "Savior" like a fan and salute her respectfully as soon as he saw her, but maintained an emotionless and cold silence...

But Charlotte still recognized him at a glance. He was the young demon warlock who personally gave her the blood of the bloodline when she traveled through history.

Looking at the appearance that did not change much from the memory of traveling through the past, Charlotte's voice also carried a trace of emotion:

"Abaddon, we... should have not seen each other for a long time."