Albrecht was angry and depressed. As the third dark apostle of the Blood Demon Order, he has always been invisible and gone without a trace, and is famous for being extremely good at concealing aura and traces.
Even if the Blood Demon Palace, which secretly ruled the Crescent Kingdom, was surrounded and suppressed by the Holy Royal Court, and three dark apostles died, he could easily escape unscathed.
However, today, he capsized inexplicably. Thinking back to the heart-wrenching siege just now, Albrecht couldn't help showing a hint of fear.
That sword blow just now, if he hadn't escaped faster, would have hit his head instead of his shoulder!
Thinking of this, Albrecht's pale face cast a layer of gloom again. It is obvious from the sky that he has been lurking in Lutesia for nearly a hundred years in order to infiltrate the nobility and church of Crescent Moon.
In order to prevent his whereabouts from being leaked, he never even showed up on his own initiative, but relied on taboo blood servants and indentured slaves to act.
The other Dark Apostles even laughed and called him
"Cowardly" Albrecht, but he never cared. The more you dance, the sooner you die. He sat and watched those apostles rise to fame one by one and stir up troubles. He also sat and watched that each apostle was either exiled or fell directly under the siege of the Holy Royal Court... Thousands of years have passed, and the dark apostles of the Blood Demon Order have One crop after another.
But he still lives. Even the ranking of the apostle has automatically risen by three places, even though he has never participated in the power struggle within the order, has never competed for ranking, and has never even asked for favor from the Grand Duke.
And this... was all his fault. But what happened just now? Albrecht remembered that he was nesting in the stronghold, or the dark room at the deepest part of the stronghold. The protection measures were so meticulous that even if the chief priest of the Holy Royal Court directly faced the Forbidden Curse, he could escape completely. Before retreating, He could even turn around and give the chief priest a middle finger... However, in such a safe place, he would capsize!
He remembered that he had just been leisurely leaning on the velvet and brocade cushions honored by the Crescent Nobles, elegantly drinking the extraordinary blood of the pure girl, and listening to the work report of the indentured slaves indifferently... Holy The day was approaching, and even though he was not very interested in summoning the Grand Duke, he knew what he had to do to prove his worth. His chosen target was the Crescent Nobles and the capital of the Crescent Parish.
The fishing net has been set, and he is ready to close it when the central meeting is convened, giving a severe blow to the Holy Royal Court, and at the same time strengthening his control over the nobles.
Then, he remembered that the mark he left on the blood servant's soul was being sensed... He wanted to see what happened, but who knew that he was directly pulled over by the blood servant's mark!
Before he could react, he was summoned to the inner city of Lutecia, and not far away was the Lutecia Cathedral!
What's even more outrageous is that the three legendary priests of Lutetia Cathedral were in the church, and the four of them came and stared at each other from a distance!
At that time, everyone in Albrecht was stunned. Didn’t it mean that both Bernard and Joseph went to Castel Territory to investigate the matter of the God of Dark Night?
Why are they still in the church? And...why is the timing so coincidental? ! Albrecht's thoughts were rolling, and he felt aggrieved, depressed, angry, and confused.
What he felt aggrieved was that he was not prepared for the battle at all, and he ran into three church legends directly.
What he was depressed about was that nearly a hundred years of lurking was ruined, and the plan to sacrifice the council would probably go bankrupt. What made him angry was that the culprit of all this turned out to be the most powerful blood servant he had personally promoted.
What he was confused about was what the other party was doing and how he was summoned... What on earth was that bastard Bertrand doing?
Why could a mere blood servant summon him, the lord? And... it's still such a loud summons?
Is that a demon summoning? He was already a blood descendant, and the priority of the vampire identity had long surpassed that of the demon. The real name of the demon had also been concealed by him... How did he know?
Who is tricking him? Albrecht did not believe that a mere taboo blood servant who had been deceived by him could have the guts to trick him, nor did he believe that the other party could dig out his demon's true name, which he had not used for who knows how many years, let alone Believe that the other party can successfully reverse summon him.
He naturally thought of the old guys who knew his real name... However, almost all of these old guys had either been hung up on crosses by the Holy Royal Court as time passed, or they had been exiled to an unknown alien space. .
Thinking about it now, it seems that after nearly a thousand years, there will be no one left. So... is this old guy who has a grudge against him crawled out from another dimension to seek revenge on him?
But it wasn't right. None of the exiles in the cult who knew his demon's true name had returned. He was quite sure of this. As for other existences that might know his demon's true name, they could only be older ones. Damn it... Thinking of this, Albrecht fell into thinking.
There are not many people who know the true name of his demon. Apart from those who died, there are only a few who are exiled to different dimensions.
Those are all old dancing guys. If someone comes back, there will definitely be a lot of movement. For example, last year's Valaroca, I heard that as soon as one foot stepped out of the seal, it was sealed again.
Unless it existed in an earlier time. For example, there was a legend about someone who had dealt with the Bloodborn before they were divided.
Another example is those demigods who can infer the identity and true name of a demon based on the aura they left behind... wait... the demigods who can infer the true name?
Albrecht's eyes widened slightly as if he thought of something.
"According to the information within the Holy Royal Court, Wallaroca was re-sealed by the 'God of Dark Night' last year..."
"The Fallen Star cult branch once sent back news before its destruction that there is a mysterious god behind Earl Charlotte de Castel of the North, and it is most likely the 'God of the Night'..."
"The 'God of the Night' is suspected to be an ancient god of blood descent, and seems to be extremely hostile to the religious order. A month ago, he was suspected of triggering the God-suppressing Bell of the Holy Royal Court again..."
"In order to divert the attention of the Holy Royal Court to the North, I once ordered the believers to collect information about the North and take advantage of the moment when the God-suppressing Bell rings again to anonymously report to the Holy Royal Court..."
"However, the Holy Royal Court obviously did not take the bait, and none of the three legendary priests left!"
"Not long ago, news came from the believers who were watching the Castel family. Count Castel went to the church today and left safely..."
"And not long after, I was assassinated..."
"The three legendary priests of the Lutetia Church are all in the church, and they obviously made an appointment."
"Hiss... Could it be that the 'God of the Dark Night' has also come to Lutecia? It is the 'God of the Dark Night' who has reached some kind of cooperation with the Holy Royal Court, and she plotted against me?" Albrecht's thoughts were racing, his expression Surprised and uncertain.
It's not that he has some paranoia about persecution. But he is very aware of the power of those ancient myths and the nature of the Holy Royal Court.
According to known information,
The "God of the Night" is most likely an ancient blood demigod before the blood clan was established. At that time, Albrecht had already accepted the First Embrace and became a member of the Blood Legion. He once followed the Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon to participate in the disputes on the mainland.
Even though nearly two thousand years have passed, Albrecht still remembers that era. At that time, some blood descendants who failed to obtain the right to command the legion were unhappy with the six blood descendant princes. Especially the blood demon legion, which acted more domineeringly, made many enemies.
The "God of the Night" is probably among them. As for the Holy Royal Court... Although the Holy Royal Court screamed and killed the alien gods, as a blood descendant who watched the rise of this behemoth, Albrecht knew very well that the Holy Royal Court was essentially not what it seemed. So hostile to the gods.
To be more precise, the Holy Court is hostile and suppresses those gods who refuse to be included in the Royal Court system and refuse to abide by the sacred rules... Albrecht still remembers that when the Holy Court first appeared, the gods it believed in were no more than the God Lord. Just one Harald.
Later, they gradually included myths that were willing to join one after another, such as the God of Contract Mithras, the God of Beauty Aphros, the God of Judgment Garimor, etc... It was precisely with the success of each person that they joined. With the addition of gods, the Holy Royal Court grew rapidly, and eventually formed a polytheistic faith with Harald, the creator god, as its lord, and many other gods as auxiliaries.
And the God Lord Harald has become more powerful because he has shared many of the powers from the gods! Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression gradually became serious.
The Holy Royal Court has absorbed no fewer than forty gods over the past thousand years. The last one is Mithras, the God of Contract who joined the Royal Court hundreds of years ago. He is also the most powerful servant god in the Holy Court after the Lord Harald in terms of number of followers.
Since the "God of Dark Night" appeared in the world, he has been an enemy of the religious order, and his actions have become more biased towards the Holy Court. Even the little count who is suspected to be a member of the God of Dark Night is also called the Saint of the Holy Court... Hiss ...could it be
The "God of Dark Night" has long been associated with the church, and the Holy Royal Court intends to absorb
"The God of Dark Night" enters the royal court? The cult reported Loneliness, but not only failed to draw the attention of the Holy Royal Court, but also exposed themselves?
The more Albrecht thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it was. There is no way, the Blood Demon Order and
We have dealt with the "God of Dark Night" several times. In addition to being able to judge that he is most likely to be a blood descendant, the most puzzling thing is the behavior of the other party's followers.
They are not like followers of the blood descendant myth, but more like a righteous church like the Holy Royal Court! But if the two parties had already hooked up, it would make sense.
That's right, how could Bertrand, that loser, be able to forcefully summon him? The only thing that could summon him could only be a legend or even a myth!
If Legend took action, it would be impossible for him to do so silently, let alone for him to be unaware of it. The only one who can ignore his wishes and snatch him away before he has time to react can only be a god!
Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression changed.
"No, we can't stay here anymore. Let's find a place to recuperate first and avoid the limelight..." He glanced at his broken arm and muttered to himself.
Perhaps those ambitious legends will be particularly surprised after learning about a newly resurrected myth, thinking that the time has come for them to kill the gods and replace them.
But Albrecht has always acted in a safe and low-key manner and has no intention of confronting him. He firmly believes that opportunities always come with risks, and as long as there is a 1% risk, if you encounter bad luck, it will be 100%.
As an immortal, you can obviously endure the time and achieve your goal bit by bit. There is no need to take impulsive risks, let alone risk your life.
The "God of Dark Night" was able to kick Valaroca back into the seal with one kick. Although this was probably due to the fact that Valaroca's power had not been restored, this person
The power of the "god" itself has probably been restored to a certain extent. There was absolutely no need for him to rush out and take the risk.
"Just...find a safe place to sleep, sleep for a few years, and wait for the call from the Grand Duke. I have done enough over the years. I even broke an arm in order to attack the church. Seriously injured..."
"There are several other apostles in the cult. Whoever wants to charge can do it! I am the only one who can do it. Even if the Grand Duke knows about it, he will definitely understand." Albrecht said to himself and soon made a decision. .
His injuries were indeed serious. Although the broken arm would only need time to grow back, the strength left by Louis V was not easy to remove.
He is very weak now, so weak that he has to consider whether to avoid the blazing sun. He really needs healing.
Taking a deep breath, Albrecht found a direction and turned into a shadow and quickly escaped.
He chose the Northeast. He plans to go to the Black Land of East Yunet, which is a paradise for mercenaries and a place of chaotic beliefs. Although there are legends, it does not have the power to unify the area. There are also many ruins, which are perfect for hiding!
Albrecht concealed his aura and moved away quickly, wishing to leave New Moon immediately. However, after he flew away for four or five minutes, he suddenly appeared again and stopped.
He held his wound and looked around with an expression of shock and uncertainty. The swaying tombstones, withered and rotten trees, circling crows and specks of ghostly fire... He had obviously escaped forty or fifty kilometers, but he was still in that small cemetery!
Something was wrong... Albrecht's heart sank. He increased his vigilance and looked around with vigilance. Then he saw the crows hovering in the sky landing on the branches one after another. Then they slowly moved their heads and looked at him in unison.
The continuous sound of crows stopped, the looming fire was extinguished, and the whole world fell into silence. Only the pairs of scarlet eyes looking at him flickered slightly, and the huge blood moon hanging in the sky.
The next moment, Albrecht saw crimson mist spreading from all directions, and soon enveloped the entire world... In the mist, he saw the surrounding scene gradually distort and change.
The crows are gone, the dead trees are gone, the tombstones are gone. Instead, there were dark stone walls, simple yet gorgeous chandeliers, and a cold, hard ground.
He is not in the cemetery. But in a majestic old castle. On the walls around the castle, lifelike murals are looming, telling the stories of gods and followers.
In front of him, the steps continued to extend, converging on the mist-shrouded high platform. He saw a simple throne located in the center of the high platform.
And above the throne, a graceful figure shrouded in crimson mist was sitting lazily... Looking at the holy emblem around the throne, looking at the pair of red-gold eyes in the crimson mist that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Albrecht Te's eyes widened in an instant, the color drained from his face, and his whole body looked bad: "Thorns...Rose..."
"God of the Night!" His throat was dry and his voice trembled.
