Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 125: -113- The trembling Great Priest

Chapter 125: -113- The trembling Great Priest

This scene occurred quite unexpectedly.

Everyone looked in shock as the resentful spirits charged towards the Great Priest, almost frozen in disbelief.

With a cold snort, the Great Priest was engulfed in Holy Light, ready to cast Divine Arts to purify these overconfident spirits.

However... before he could act, the resentful spirits rushing towards him suddenly vanished.

Leaving only the Great Priest himself, in the unnatural stance of casting Divine Arts, frozen in place.

People’s gazes fell upon him, all somewhat eerie in their scrutiny.

In fact, while the resentful spirits did rush towards the Great Priest, nobody really thought that this clergy member was the actual target.

However, the Great Priest’s initiative caused the atmosphere to become subtly awkward.

The onlookers’ gazes turned even more peculiar.

Even if the undead disappeared out of the blue.

But the Great Priest’s reaction felt as if he subconsciously assumed the spirits were after him.

In other words, it gave off the impression of a guilty conscience.

The Great Priest realized his gaffe and quickly frowned, trying to cover it up:

"This cultist has gone mad..."

"The Undead Disaster is showing signs of going out of control, and if this continues, innocents could be harmed. We must act to stop it!"

But as if in direct opposition to him, the Blood Demon Cultist fervently argued:

"Harm the innocents?"

"No..."

"His Majesty is just, only the sinful will suffer the dead’s vengeance!"

Observing the ever-ranting Blood Demon Cultist, the Great Priest decisively sent a divine flame, reducing the other to ash.

Then, he commanded the Demon Hunting Knight:

"Do not trust the words of a Blood Demon Cultist..."

"Kara, take the Demon Hunting Knight and quickly pursue those spirits, we can’t allow the threat to widen!"

The Great Priest’s expression was solemn, his face a mask of serious righteousness.

However, having heard his words, the usually prompt captain did not immediately move.

Kara silently looked at him, as if waiting for more explanation, while the Great Priest frowned in dissatisfaction and urged:

"Kara? Aren’t you going to send someone quickly?"

"Understood..."

Under the pressure from the Great Priest, Kara finally averted her gaze and left with the Demon Hunting Knight.

But the Great Priest knew that his earlier blunder had inevitably left some lasting complications.

Once a rift and suspicion had formed, it was difficult to erase it.

"Lord Great Priest, didn’t you say not to act rashly, to avoid provoking the one behind the scenes?" asked the Duke.

The Great Priest fell silent.

He glanced at the estate that was slowly returning to normal after the departure of the resentful spirits and spoke:

"His presence has faded, that Evil God... should have left already."

Hearing this, the Duke’s attention also turned to the estate, and indeed, after the dispersal of the spirits, the malevolent aura that once shrouded the place was rapidly dissipating.

"So it was," said the old Duke with a chuckle, "I thought... perhaps you had also been to the Drunk Dream Saloon and were being hunted by the spirits."

The expression of the Great Priest turned sour:

"Duke, cultists are best at sowing discord and manipulation, something I believe you are well aware of."

"You are right," the old Duke agreed with a nod.

Saying so, he gazed at the spirit-ravaged estate:

"Now that the Evil God has left, let’s go over and have a look."

With those words, not waiting for the Great Priest to respond, the Duke leaped up, harnessing his Source Power to fly towards the estate first.

Watching the composed Duke, the Great Priest was not in a good mood.

If possible, he would have preferred not to accompany the other, but rather to have gone ahead on his own to remove any evidence related to him.

But now, he found himself in a difficult predicament.

With a dark expression, he quickly followed.

The two Blazing Sun Strong entered the estate swiftly.

After the Undead Disaster, the estate had turned into a veritable hell on earth.

The pungent stench of blood assaulted their senses, the entire ground stained red.

In the hall, no living Nobles could be seen, only discernible by the fragments of opulent clothing among the piles of mutilated flesh and remains.

However, from the empty iron cages in the hall, the beds and chairs still bearing certain traces, and the various instruments of torture and pleasure, it was vaguely discernible what this place used to be.

"It seems that this was indeed the location for the Drunk Dream Saloon..."

the Bold Duke said, frowning.

"Go search for survivors!"

He turned and ordered the City Guard Team that had caught up.

The Great Priest hesitated to speak, wanting to stop the guards’ search.

Yet, seeing the leading Bold Duke, in the end, he could only swallow his words.

He wasn’t much stronger than the Duke.

He had already missed the optimal moment.

He knew that the Bold Duke had already begun to suspect his association with the Drunk Dream Saloon.

Now, trying to stop them would only raise more suspicion.

The Great Priest could only hope that there were no survivors who knew his secret.

There shouldn’t be... right?

After all, the Nobles had all been turned to minced meat.

However, the least desired events always occur at the least desired times.

Before long, the guards returned:

"Duke! Great Priest! We have found several unconscious Blood Demon Cultists in the dungeon!"

Surviving Blood Demon Cultists?

The Great Priest’s expression almost instantly changed.

The expression of the Bold Duke also became stern.

He snorted angrily,

"These damn bastards... truly involved with the Blood Demon Church!"

"If I find out who’s behind the salon, I’ll send his whole family to the Judgement Court!"

Hearing this, the Great Priest couldn’t help but glance at the old Duke, while the guards who had returned coughed:

"Ahem... Duke, we... we also found a study in the dungeon, we think... you should take a look."

"A study?"

The old Duke frowned.

A study?

The Great Priest’s heart skipped a beat.

...

The two secular and divine rulers of the Bold swiftly made their way to the dungeon’s study.

Looking at the bookshelves filled with Astrology Magic Books, the family’s Star Chart on the desk, and the familiar Mage robe on the clothes rack, the old Duke’s expression changed in an instant.

And when he saw the pile of mutilated flesh on the floor of the study, he fell completely silent.

After a long time, the old Duke sighed lightly:

"Great Priest, let’s go."

The two quickly left the study.

And just as they did, more guards approached:

"Duke! Great Priest! We’ve found something new over here!"

"Something new?"

After seeing the study, the Duke was clearly distracted.

"Something new?!"

The Great Priest, on the other hand, tensed up once again.

"Over here... It looks like some kind of evil ritual,"

the guard said respectfully.

Ritual?

The Great Priest frowned, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

Guided by the guard, the two preoccupied Blazing Sun Strong quickly made their way to a sacrificial site on the other side of the corridor.

And seeing the signature Eye of the Demon and an altar made of dry bones, the Great Priest’s expression changed completely:

A Divine Descent ritual!

Damn it! These Blood Demon Sect lunatics! They were actually preparing for a Divine Descent!

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