Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 129: -117- Charlotte of Castel?

Chapter 129: -117- Charlotte of Castel?

"Why hasn’t there been a return?"

The High Priest’s brow furrowed slightly.

And just as his patience was running thin, the departed Blood Demon Cultists finally returned.

Behind him, one after another, figures in black robes followed, all of them unmistakably Blood Demon Cultists.

However, all the Blood Demon Cultists seemed somewhat uncertain, and their numbers were fewer than the Blood Demon High Priest had expected.

"Why did it take you so long to return? And... why are there so few of you?"

The High Priest frowned and asked.

"Lord High Priest, something unexpected happened."

The leading Blood Demon Cultist seemed flustered and quickly stepped forward, whispering.

"What? Are you saying our people have turned traitor?"

The High Priest was slightly startled.

"Yes... It seems like there are traitors among the True Believers we gathered, they suddenly attacked the others just now..."

"Not only that, there’s news from the western quarter of the city that something happened at the Drunk Dream Saloon."

After hearing the Blood Demon Cultist’s words, the High Priest narrowed his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"The traitors... they were all Blood Servants, weren’t they?"

The Blood Demon Cultist was taken aback:

"How... do you know?"

"Haha, because I already knew there was a disturbance at the Drunk Dream Saloon; all the Blood Servants I left there have turned traitor."

The High Priest chuckled coldly.

His gaze swept across the Blood Demon Cultists entering the Divine Hall and said meaningfully:

"It’s not the True Believers who have turned traitor, but someone... is taking the Blood Servant contracts."

"Stealing Blood Servant contracts? No... how could that be possible?!"

The Blood Demon Cultists all showed a change in expression, suddenly thrown into turmoil.

Gathered here were the core forces of the Blood Demon Church in Bold.

Almost all of them were Cultists who had fortuitously escaped ten years ago after a failed ritual and followed the High Priest’s footsteps, attracting many new Believers as Blood Servants to become the new blood of the Blood Demon Church.

The current Blood Demon Church in Bold was centered around them, with a host of Blood Servants serving the tightly organized cult.

To distinguish themselves from the Blood Servants, they called themselves True Believers.

"Hey, nothing is impossible, as far as I know... the now extinct Kilari Clan had the power to take the Blood Servants from other clans."

The High Priest shook his head.

He looked around and continued:

"Everyone, contact your Blood Servants through the contract and see if there are any issues."

At his words, the Blood Demon Cultists quickly took action, and before long, exclamations began to sound:

"I can’t contact my Blood Servant!"

"Damn it! I have Blood Servants I can’t contact either!"

Watching the uncertain expressions of the crowd, the High Priest’s gaze gradually grew more serious.

"Is the outer gate closed?"

He looked towards the leading Blood Demon Cultist and asked.

"It’s already closed, no... it was closed long ago."

The addressed Blood Demon Cultist answered respectfully.

"Not good! Check each other’s identity and contracts, now, quickly!"

Seeming to realize something, the High Priest’s expression changed.

The Blood Demon Cultists were momentarily startled.

However, they quickly recovered and hastened to verify each other’s identities as ordered by the High Priest.

"Those who have finished verifying identities, move inside the Divine Hall, each person must have at least two True Believers as witnesses!"

The High Priest said coldly.

The Blood Demon Cultists moved quickly.

As a cult organization, they had a strict structure in place to prevent spies from infiltrating.

Soon, most True Believers and Blood Servants who had verified their identities entered the Divine Hall, and the number of those remaining dwindled.

The High Priest drew his Dark Sword.

He coldly watched the thinning group of Blood Demon Cultists who had yet to verify their identities, his expression full of vigilance, ready to act at any moment.

Suddenly, he felt a strong palpitation and, on impulse, raised his sword in defense. A shadow swiftly emerged from the thinning crowd and lunged toward him.

In an instant, black flames spread, and the few Blood Demon Cultists who were caught in it let out a scream. Their bodies and souls were quickly burnt to nothing.

"Blasphemy Fire!"

The High Priest’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He snorted coldly as his Blazing Sun Third Tier dark power erupted, pushing the "assassin" back.

The Blood Demon Cultists scattered to the sides, and under the dim light, the assassin’s figure was exposed to everyone.

It was a tall figure, shrouded in black.

His face was covered, his appearance indistinct, but red hair had fallen from his hood during the assault.

Looking at that blood-red hair and feeling the power that, though weaker than his own, was stronger than most from the Silver Moon, the High Priest of the Blood Demon Church squinted his eyes.

He chuckled and said,

"Second Tier Silver Moon... Haha, with such power, even in Bold City, you are not without a name."

"But a Second Tier Silver Moon with such strength and red hair... as far as I know, there’s only one person in Bold City."

Saying this, the High Priest looked toward the assassin and said with a light laugh,

"What do you think, Mr. Sebastian?"

Hearing the High Priest’s words, the assassin let out a helpless sigh.

He elegantly lowered his hood, revealing his appearance.

Handsome, with pointed ears, he was none other than the president of the Rose Association, the Flame Elf Sebastian.

Sebastian regretfully shook the flames from his hand and said,

"It’s a pity I couldn’t kill you with one blow."

However, the High Priest chuckled lightly,

"Rather, I am surprised that you managed to find this place."

"Did Anthony tell you the way here?"

"Was it you who severed my connection to my Blood Servant in the Drunk Dream Saloon?"

"Could you tell me... how did you, who are not of the Bloodline, obtain the power to seize our Blood Servant Contract?"

Yet, having heard the High Priest’s words, Sebastian did not reply.

Not only that, he seemed to completely disregard the leader of the Bold City Blood Demon Church, instead he respectfully said to a figure behind him,

"I’m sorry, master, my assassination has failed."

"You’ve won. With the power of Second Tier Silver Moon, even in an assassination attempt, I cannot defeat a Blazing Sun Third Tier..."

"It seems I still have a long way to go before I can recover my full strength..."

Master?

Who?!

The High Priest’s heart chilled as he looked toward Sebastian’s back.

There were several Blood Demon Cultists who had not yet had their identities verified.

Feeling the glances of the people upon them, they shivered coldly and instinctively moved to the sides, leaving only a diminutive figure, shrouded in a black robe, motionless.

The High Priest’s gaze instantly focused on that delicate figure.

The petite figure chuckled softly and casually said,

"Sebastian, the milk for our bet—I want the exclusive kind from Moon God Island, the one with the best taste."

Saying this, she gently removed her hood.

Her magnificent silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and beneath her delicate, perfect visage, her reddish-gold eyes sparkled with an unusual luster.

Seeing her somewhat familiar face, the High Priest was slightly taken aback and slightly troubled with uncertainty:

"Charlotte from the Castel clan?"

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