Gospel of Blood

Chapter 111: It's that Evil God!

In the Dreaming Salon.

Adorned with masks, the aristocrats in splendid attire continued to revel in the wild, decadent, depraved, and dark party. Music, sinister laughter, lashes, curses, mingled with moans, screams, sobs, and pleas.

However, just as the nobles indulged in their beastly abandon, the crystal chandeliers in the hall suddenly flickered, and crimson mist rapidly surged from the floor's crevices...

Accompanied by sharp cries of resentment, countless twisted spirits poured into the hall, rushing towards one noble after another, who appeared glamorous on the outside!

The nobles, engrossed in their revelry, had no time to react before the grotesque spirits overwhelmed them, tearing at their flesh and souls.

The hall quickly descended into chaos as screams echoed through the Dreaming Salon.

"What is this?! What is happening?!"

"Ahhh! My hand... my hand!"

"Evil Specters! They're evil Specters!"

"Ahhhh!"

The vengeful spirits roamed everywhere, seeking revenge on the nobles in the hall.

Thousands of souls attacked simultaneously, catching the unsuspecting nobles off guard.

Those without extraordinary powers were quickly torn to pieces...

However, upon closer inspection, it was evident that these attacks by the Specters followed a pattern.

The imprisoned girls and the music-playing women, although equally terrified, were not targeted by the Specters.

Their targets... were only the nobles present.

"Get away! You filthy things!"

Some powerful attending nobles quickly realized what was happening.

They disregarded their attire, picked up weapons, and fought the Specters.

However, their counterattacks only further enraged the spirits, and they were soon overwhelmed by the countless Specters.

"Ahhhh!"

Amidst the piercing screams, a noble with power almost reaching the Silver Moon was bitten into pieces by the Specters...

As the mansion turned into chaos, Jordan, the son of Count Gaston who served as the auctioneer, was stunned.

With a cry of alarm, Jordan's expression turned pale, and his legs weakened. Gritting his teeth, he crawled desperately out of the hall. However, he soon felt something grab his legs from behind...

Jordan shuddered slightly, turning stiffly to see a hollow-eyed female corpse crawling on the ground, sharp nails embedded in his flesh. With bloodied tears streaming from her pitch-black eye sockets, she spoke in a hoarse and horrifying voice.

"Jor... dan..."

Jordan's eyes widened in recognition. It was the commoner girl whose eyes he had gouged out during his first attendance at the Dreaming Salon...

More Specters crawled towards him as he was caught.

As he looked through the Specters' black mist and saw those familiar faces of girls, he finally understood what was happening.

"They... they're...!"

"They've come back to life! They've come for revenge!"

"No... no! I was wrong...! I was wrong!"

Jordan collapsed to the ground, releasing all his bodily fluids, crying and pleading. But no one listened to him.

The Specters overwhelmed him, drowning him in darkness.

"Ahhh!"

He only let out a piercing scream before soon... falling into silence.

...

In the dungeon study.

With the destruction of the Magic Pool by Sebastian, Count Tulip, now completely devoid of extraordinary power, looked pale.

He remained vigilant, watching the motionless blood servants outside the door, enduring the excruciating pain from the destruction of the Magic Pool, slowly cutting the ropes behind him with a hidden knife.

However, as he was halfway through, faint cries of agony could be heard from above.

His movements paused slightly before he quickly lowered his head, accelerating his efforts to free himself from the ropes.

And just as Count Tulip was about to succeed, a black mist began to spread in the study. Distorted Specters emerged one after another from the ceiling, the walls, and the door cracks...

More and more Specters gathered...

By the time Count Tulip finally regained his freedom, the entire study was almost filled with malevolent energy.

The joy of regaining his freedom had not yet risen, and as Count Tulip raised his head, he saw those twisted and terrifying figures shrouded in black mist.

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Looking at those "girls" with their grotesque faces, his expression froze.

Struggling to force a smile, he murmured dryly.

"So... this is how it is."

The next moment, the Specters screamed in unison, swarming and engulfing him completely...

...

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night in Borde City.

With the eruption of overwhelming resentment, almost all the extraordinaries in Borde City sensed it, looking towards the area where the outer city district meets the western city district.

Among them, it was the mages and clergies of the church who felt it the most deeply.

In their perception, the astonishing resentment surged like an erupting volcano, almost obscuring the sky...

As for the mansion where the Dreaming Salon was located, it had already been completely engulfed by the black malevolent energy.

Above the ground, the Demon Hunter Knights who discovered the problem had already taken action, rushing to the scene of the resentment outbreak at the fastest speed.

However, someone was faster.

In the eastern city district, from the direction of the cathedral and the Duke's mansion, two powerful auras rose successively.

In the darkness of the night, two streaks of meteor-like light rose into the sky, swiftly heading toward the direction of the resentment outbreak.

It was none other than High Priest Leonard and Duke Andre of Borde City.

"Where did this necromancer come from? How dare they summon undead in Borde city?!"

The expression of the High Priest, who was faster, was one of shock and anger.

He was furious, truly furious.

He was preparing to compete for promotion!

Leaving aside the death of the Grand Knight for now, the cause was a power beyond the Blazing Sun. As long as he handled it properly, even if they discovered that an Evil God had resurrected, they might not necessarily blame him.

But if at this time Borde City were to suffer another calamity like the Undead Resurrection, his dream of becoming Archbishop would truly be in danger.

The Grand Priest was both anxious and angry, wishing to rush to the scene immediately and tear apart the necromancer who was causing trouble.

However, as he gradually approached the location of the resentment outbreak, he soon fell into doubt.

Wait a minute...

This direction...

Could it be... the Dreaming Salon?!

The High Priest had not hesitated to attend the salon incognito before.

As a protective umbrella for the Dreaming Salon, he naturally knew about the shadow of the Blood Demon Cult within.

The expression of the High Priest changed suddenly.

Whether it was the disaster caused by the undead or not, if the secret of the Dreaming Salon were to be exposed because of this, if his relationship with the Dreaming Salon were to be made public, then his dream of becoming Archbishop would truly be shattered!

He had to be quick...

He must be quick!

He had to get there before anyone else and kill this necromancer who seemed to have lost their mind, then completely destroy the secret of the Dreaming Salon!

Feeling the increasingly close aura of the Duke, the High Priest took a deep breath and hastened his pace towards the scene of the incident.

However, as soon as he arrived at the scene, he immediately slammed on the brakes, looking at the mansion where the resentment was erupting with suspicion.

As a clergy, he could see more than common extraordinary...

In that overwhelming resentment, he felt a familiar aura.

That ancient, profound, and dark aura.

It made him tremble, it filled him with terror.

It was the aura of the Evil God that he had sensed from the holy symbol of the Grand Knight Erde, which had been destroyed.

The High Priest swallowed hard, trembling as he activated his Faith's Eye, which allowed him to directly perceive the power of the Gods.

Immediately after, he saw in that black malevolent energy, a dazzling crimson radiance, like a hanging high blood moon!

An Evil God!

The one causing this Undead Disaster...

Was that resurrected Evil God!

That Evil God was now in the mansion of the Dreaming Salon!

Realizing the mastermind behind the Undead Disaster, the High Priest's face turned pale in an instant.