Tome of Blood Chapter 82

Chapter 82-81-Pressure from evil gods

"Master Linus, Your Excellency the Grand Knight, is he dead?"

The old prince's expression was a little dignified.

"I'm afraid it is, the old man can no longer perceive his faith breath, even this holy emblem has been destroyed, I am afraid that even his soul will not be left..."

The great priest looked at the damaged holy emblem in his hand and sighed.

"Who did it? Is it related to the vision of Boulder just now?"

The old prince became more serious and frowned slightly.

The great priest was silent for a few seconds, shaking his head slightly:

"I have no idea…"

"However, the guardian holy emblem worn by Erde is specially made by the clerical state, and even the legendary power can resist it for a moment... It is impossible for ordinary people to destroy his soul."

"unless…"

The great priest did not continue.

But thinking of the various visions in the sky of Boulder City just now, the Duke of Boulder quickly fell silent.

His expression was cloudy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"The man has already run away, running quite fast, let's see what traces can be found first, I seem to smell the rotten smell belonging to the undead."

The great priest said.

After speaking, he prayed silently, and the holy light bloomed on him.

The great priest stretched out his hand lightly, sprinkled the light on the ground, and as the photons landed, traces of black breath rose from the soil.

"The power of the dead?"

The old prince was a little surprised.

As the well-informed Riding Sun Knight, he is no stranger to this kind of power.

Although the Holy Royal Court has always emphasized the need to have faith, there are still a considerable number of extraordinary people and ordinary people who believe in gods in name, but in fact they are unbelievers.

It is impossible for the holy royal court to check one by one, so there are many similar unbelievers, and after their death, their souls will not return to the kingdom of gods.

If the corpses are not disposed of in time, their dead souls will linger in the world until they die. Some of them will turn into dead souls when they encounter special circumstances.

It is also because of this that there are almost incidents of undead revival in any noble territory, and eliminating those revived undead is also a common task of witch hunt houses and noble lords.

However, feeling the familiar aura of the undead, the old duke frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong again:

"The one who fought with His Excellency the Great Knight was a high-level undead? Is this impossible?"

"Yeah, it's impossible. The holy light of my holy royal court restrains the undead the most. Unless the one fighting is a legendary witch king, no one can defeat Erde in such a short period of time..."

The great priest also shook his head.

The old prince narrowed his eyes:

"It seems that the other party wants to hide their traces..."

"I'm afraid so."

The great priest nodded, and at the same time continued to cast divine spells to investigate the traces of the battle.

"There are no traces. The power of the undead is most suitable for pollution. The other party should be a repeat offender."

After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

The old prince frowned:

"What task is your Excellency the Grand Knight performing?"

"It should be the president of the Chasing the Rose Society, Sebastian Flameheart."

"The Rosary Society, I heard that the Rosary Society has been re-approved by the church last night."

The old prince took a deep look at the high priest, expressively and authentically.

The priest was silent for a moment, then replied:

"This matter has nothing to do with me, and I didn't expect that the rose would be related to Castel, let alone that...the Rose Society could stand the test of the Holy Light's judgment."

The old prince was noncommittal, after thinking about it, he said:

"Probably not Sebastian."

"I've dealt with him, and he's quite an interesting elf."

"That is a firm believer. He firmly believes that the moon **** destroyed the old continent, causing the elves to wander to the new continent."

"Not only did he blaspheme the moon **** that Luna Island believed in, he was also said to have insulted the grand duke of the blood clan. He is a complete lunatic, but the unexpected person is not bad."

"However... I remember that his strength has long since fallen."

"Should be something else..."

The great priest did not deny it.

He picked up the damaged holy emblem again, and poured a little holy power into it.

However, the moment the divine power entered the holy emblem, a palpitating aura suddenly rose from the holy emblem.

The breath came and went quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

But at that moment, the great priest trembled slightly, as if he heard a majestic scolding from ancient times:

"roll-!"

Under that voice, the face of the great priest turned pale slightly, and it turned out that his soul was directly injured.

He threw the damaged holy emblem out almost instantly, shaking his whole body, and almost lost his footing.

Seeing the appearance of the great priest, the corner of the old Duke's eyes twitched.

He subconsciously looked at the holy emblem thrown on the ground by the opponent, and drew out his sword to provoke it, but was instantly stopped by the priest:

"do not move!"

"Don't touch it!"

"It's been polluted!"

"The evil god... is the power of the evil god! A strange evil **** has just descended here!"

The great priest shouted in horror.

Cthulhu...!

The old prince's expression changed suddenly.

The great priest performed a series of holy purification on the holy emblem on the ground, and after a long time, he picked it up carefully.

"The breath is gone, he should have gone far."

The great priest heaved a sigh of relief.

However, the Duke of Bold's complexion was a little ugly:

"Is it... the one who represents the rose of thorns?"

The great priest was silent.

After a long time, he sighed slightly:

"Old... not sure."

The old prince suddenly became angry:

"Your Excellency Linus, I respect you, because you are the priest of the church!"

"As a priest, you have the obligation to report the evil god's recovery!"

"Except for the Gorefiend Sect, there hasn't been a new cult organization in Boulder for a long time."

"To be able to kill a great knight, it is likely to be the mysterious evil **** representing the rose of thorns!"

"Obviously... After so many days, His strength has recovered a lot."

"Your Excellency Linus, this matter can no longer be hidden from the higher-ups."

"I know you want to compete for the post of officiant, but this is Boulder! I am the Duke of Boulder! I still need to be responsible to the people of Boulder!"

"If this matter becomes serious, even if you become the officiant, you will be pursued and punished! All your efforts will be meaningless!"

After hearing the old duke's words, the high priest's expression was uncertain.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh:

"My lord, don't worry, this matter... I will deal with it."

"Huh! Please hurry up!"

The old prince snorted coldly and walked away.

Watching the Duke of Bold leave, the High Priest's expression was not good.

He glanced at the shattered holy emblem with an uncertain expression. After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and put it in his arms.

The high priest did not deceive the old duke, he did perceive the terrifying aura left by the evil **** on the holy emblem.

However, he did not tell the other party that even after many purifications, the aura on the holy emblem has not completely disappeared...

This mysterious evil **** may have a higher personality than he imagined.

It was so high that even he had some crazy thoughts...

(end of this chapter)

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