The sword light pierced the sky, carrying an aura of supreme majesty. After that sword strike, the crimson radiance quickly dissipated, and the aura of the dark apostle also melted away.
Black and red blood fell from the sky like raindrops, and a sulfurous smell mixed with a strong bloody smell hit his face.
That is the blood shed by the Dark Apostle. Looking at the black and red blood rain, Charlotte's eyes narrowed slightly. After all, the Dark Apostle is a legendary level transcendent.
For legends, their flesh and blood has already changed qualitatively. Back then, Bolddu evolved into a forbidden city full of strange monsters due to the remaining power of the flame demon Valaroca. If this rain of blood fell on Lutetia, Lutetia would also suffer similar pollution.
And just when the black and red blood rain was about to fall, the church took action again. I saw three figures symbolizing the three legendary priests.
The "sun" bloomed brilliantly, and the vast holy light fell from the sky, shining on the blood rain. Immediately afterwards, the blood rain quickly melted and purified under the illumination of the holy light.
When the sacred radiance faded, the rain of blood had completely melted away. All that fell on the ground was a flood of photons.
Seeing this scene, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the Holy Royal Court is the Holy Royal Court, the most powerful righteous church in Miria.
Although the reputation of the church has been cast a shadow over the years due to increasing corruption, protecting the weak and implementing holiness and justice are still the creeds pursued by those who are devout.
There are three legendary priests present, and they will naturally not watch the power of the dark apostle pollute Lutecia.
After purifying the blood rain, the three suns representing the legendary priests also slowly
"Extinguish". The artifact Eternal Sun was withdrawn, and the divine light gradually dissipated. Among them, one sun sets in the direction of the palace, one sun flies towards the outer city, and one sun's light converges, finally returning to the Lutetia Cathedral in the distance.
The three legends exited the stage, and the vast pressure quickly weakened. The sky, as bright as day, returned to darkness, and the sky above Lutecia also became calm.
Only the beams of light scattered on the ground, like a dream. Charlotte stretched her hand out the window, and the photon fell into her palm. She could no longer sense the power of the dark apostle.
Only magic that dissipates quickly. Feeling the bloodline power that was split by the holy light into the purest elemental power, Charlotte's eyes showed a trace of regret: "It would be a pity not to be able to absorb these blood rains." The Dark Apostle is a legendary blood descendant after all, and his Blood also carries rich bloodline power.
For others, the blood is a source of pollution, but for Charlotte, it is a tonic that can be absorbed and devoured.
Of course, she just felt sorry for it. With three legendary priests present, and the legends from the royal family, even if she wanted to devour the blood, she would not dare to take the risk.
Thinking of this, Charlotte couldn't help but look in the direction where the sword light was flying, thinking thoughtfully: "The silver sword just now is very similar to the Valva family's Judgment Sword recorded in the literature. Could it be... …Is it the king who takes action?” Crescent King Louis V—Louis de Valva.
If Charlotte remembers correctly, the most outstanding monarch of the Crescent Kingdom for hundreds of years is respected by the world.
The king named "The Great One" is himself a legendary swordsman. The battle of the legends is over.
From the appearance of Dark Apostle Albrecht to the exit of the three legendary priests, it took less than five minutes... The legendary battle was shorter than Charlotte imagined, or it may be that the strength of the two sides was too disparate.
This massive battle started suddenly, was fierce, and ended quickly. It wasn't until the legends left the scene one after another that the people on the ground reacted.
All the buildings in the royal capital lit up lights almost in unison. People opened their windows, looked at the sky with contentment, and asked each other what happened just now.
In the manor, the servants of the Castel family were all awakened. Waiters and knights were standing outside the mansion. They looked at the sky and whispered to each other, with expressions of awe and excitement.
When Charlotte put on her coat and came outside the mansion, Sebastian was greeting the waiters to inspect the damage to the manor. Although the battle between the legends just now was mainly in the sky, the aftermath of the shock also spread to the ground.
Especially inner cities. In the manor Charlotte rented, many of the windows in the mansion were broken, and the delicate magic lamps had their inscriptions damaged by the magical aftermath of the legendary battle.
When gods fight, mortals suffer, or so it goes. Sebas was slightly startled when he saw Charlotte putting on her going out clothes and walking out of the mansion.
He came to the girl, bowed respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Master, do you want to... go out?" Charlotte nodded: "Go out and pick up the missing people, you don't need anyone to follow you, you continue. Get busy." Picking up... picking up leaks?
Sebastian was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the sky subconsciously, and after a slight hesitation, asked with some uncertainty: "Is it... the battle in the sky just now?" Charlotte smiled slightly, did not answer, but nodded lightly, and then disappeared. As a group of flying bats, disappeared into the darkness.
... Lutetia Cathedral, in the central hall. In front of the majestic and sacred statue of the God Lord, the high priest Charles, dressed in holy robes, slowly opened his eyes.
The sacred brilliance faded in his eyes. He sighed slightly and bowed devoutly to the statue: "My Lord bless you, may your glory be eternal, and may your will walk on earth as it does in heaven..." The next moment, The door to the hall was pushed open, and two figures walked in, one behind the other.
One person was wearing a bright red judgment robe, and the other was wearing a white cardinal robe trimmed with purple. They were none other than the Grand Inquisitor Bernard of Crescent Parish and the Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph.
"How is it?" High Priest Charles looked at his two colleagues. The Grand Inquisitor Bernard's face looked a little ugly. He shook his head slightly and said, "The one who escaped was Albrecht, the third apostle of the Blood Demon Order. He escaped very quickly and decisively. Not only did he give up the plot, The lost arm also burned the power of his own blood." As he said that, a light flashed in his hand, and he summoned a black severed arm from the void.
The severed arm was floating in mid-air, wrapped in a golden cage, and was struggling under the light of the holy light. It looked extremely strange.
The incision of the severed arm was as smooth as a mirror, and a silver power remained there, burning like silver fire.
High Priest Charles glanced at the silver flame, paused slightly, and looked at Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph: "What did the palace say?" Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph hesitated, as if he didn't know how to answer.
Seeing his expression, Archpriest Charles shook his head: "Forget it, needless to say, with His Majesty Louis' temper, it shouldn't be a good thing to say." Cardinal Hunt sighed, but soon his expression became solemn. .
He took out a somewhat damaged parchment roll and a heavy notepad from his arms, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency the High Priest, this is what I found at the place where Albrecht appeared. I have confirmed it." , should be something left by Bertrand de Vitre, which is the manor of the Vitre family. There is a teleportation circle connected to the underground temple." The chief priest's heart moved: "Bertrand? That blood demon The high priest of the religious order? Where are the others?" Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph shook his head: "He is already dead. Judging from the scene, the bloodline should have died violently. The body was broken into pieces, and... even his soul was completely dissipated. "
"The bloodline went berserk? The soul also completely dissipated?" The chief priest frowned slightly. He took the parchment and notepad and browsed them briefly, his expression not very good.
Taking a deep breath, he handed the parchment and notepad back to the Demon Hunter Cardinal, and said: "Send out the Demon Hunter Knights. In addition, carefully investigate the place where the Dark Apostle appeared to find out if there is any other power left. .”
"Other forces remain? You mean... there is still a fourth party present?" The chief judge's eyelids twitched.
High Priest Charles did not deny it, but sighed and said: "We...were probably borrowed by others."...In a desolate abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of Lutesia.
The crow cries, shrill and hoarse, and the phosphorus fire is looming, mysterious and deep. In the center of the cemetery, in front of an obviously modified tombstone, stood an evil demon statue.
Suddenly, the demon statue bloomed with a deep red light, and the deep dark magic power around it was quickly pulled over, forming a huge magic whirlpool around the statue.
The vortex grew rapidly, gradually distorting the void, and finally turned into a temporary space passage. The space passage was uncertain, seemed to have been opened in a hurry, and was extremely unstable.
And then, a stumbling figure fell out of the passage. It was a tall man, wearing a dark red windbreaker, with two horns on his head, a pale face, and black and red blood on his mouth.
His entire right arm disappeared, and half of his body was almost split open. The wound was still burning with silver flames, and black-red blood was constantly dripping, corroding the ground into pits one after another with black smoke.
The silver flame was like a malignant sore growing close to the bone, stubbornly attached to the wound. If it were not suppressed by the surrounding dark red magic power, it seemed that it would continue to spread along the wound at any time.
I saw the man glanced at the silver flames at the wound with a lingering look, his scarlet eyes looked gloomily in the direction of the capital of Lutcia, and his voice of shame and anger suppressed the unusual grievance and overwhelming anger, almost gnashing his teeth. : "Louis V...Holy Court!" It was the unlucky guy who was forcibly summoned by Charlotte, who was beaten by the three giants of the Crescent Moon of the Holy Court, and then slashed with a sword. The Blood Demon Order the third dark apostle
"Abyss Walker" Albrecht.
