Gospel of Blood

Chapter 112: Revenge of the Dead

Damn it, hasn't that Evil God already left Borde City?

Why did it come back again?!

The High Priest felt fear in his heart.

He felt really unlucky during this period. Since the incident with the Blood Demon at the Castell Manor, his luck had been bad, and today he felt like everything in Borde City was slipping out of his control!

Looking at the distant mansion where the malevolent aura was surging, he felt shocked, afraid, and angry.

He didn't dare to approach, fearing to follow in the footsteps of the Grand Knight, yet he didn't dare to leave, fearing that after the departure of the Evil God, all his secrets would be exposed.

Until the Duke Borde also arrived.

"Your Excellency, the High Priest."

Seeing the High Priest, the old Duke greeted him respectfully.

"Your Grace..."

The old Duke withdrew his gaze, his eyes falling on the mansion in the distance.

His expression gradually became serious.

"It's the undead summoning..."

"Such a large-scale undead summoning, how many souls have the necromancer behind this collected?"

"Your Excellency, we must stop him!"

However, after saying this, he saw that the High Priest did not act.

The old Duke frowned, sensing that something was not quite right with the other's expression.

"Your Excellency?"

After a moment of silence, the High Priest said dryly.

"This is not an ordinary undead summoning..."

"I sense HER presence... SHE's inside, SHE's behind everything!"

"HER?"

Duke Borde was slightly stunned, quickly grasping the key point.

"That Evil God?!"

His face changed immediately.

The High Priest took a deep breath and nodded gently.

"Your Grace..."

"This undead calamity, I'm afraid we can no longer intervene."

The old Duke was immediately furious.

"Are you suggesting we allow the rampage of the Evil God?! The Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago destroyed nearly half of Borde City. Do we really want a repeat today?"

The High Priest looked at him deeply.

"Your Grace, if you wish, go ahead on your own, as long as you don't mind ending up like Erde."

"What we need to do now is not to throw eggs at rocks, not to stop her, but to evacuate the nearby residents as quickly as possible to prevent them from being affected by this disaster!"

The old Duke's expression became solemn.

Although unwilling to admit it, the power of this mysterious Evil God had already exceeded what they could handle.

This Evil God... was not the kind that had just been resurrected, whose power had not yet been restored, and even common extraordinary had a chance to seal.

Her strength was already formidable enough. If they were to deal with her, they would have to rely on Legendary figures dispatched by the church.

"I will arrange manpower to evacuate the nearby residents as soon as possible, but I also wish you to arrange priests and deploy divine ritual as soon as possible!"

Duke Borde said.

However, upon hearing his words, the High Priest shook his head.

"No, we don't need to deploy divine ritual. That would only further anger her..."

Saying this, he looked deeply at the old Duke and said meaningfully.

"Your Grace, even if she is an Evil God, she is still a transcendent myth, and Myths... should be revered."

The old Duke frowned.

He felt that the High Priest's attitude today was quite strange, and his words were quite cautious.

Not only did he not exhibit the usual aversion and hostility of the Holy Court towards Evil Gods, but instead, there was a strange sense of respect in it.

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Chewing on the meaning of his words, gradually, he realized...

An Evil God!

There is a hidden Evil God in the manor!

The power of an Evil God was beyond the imagination of mortals.

Every word they were saying now could possibly be heard by the other!

The reason the High Priest changed his tone might be to reduce the Evil God's attention.

Realizing this problem, the old Duke's scalp suddenly tingled, wishing to leave immediately.

Because he realized that he might already be under the gaze of the Evil God, and his life and death might be entirely at the other's mercy.

"Don't worry, as long as we're still standing here, I mean... as long as we don't provoke her actively, she won't bother with us either."

"We... just need to wait for her to finish what she wants to do and leave."

It seemed like the High Priest was comforting the other, but it also seemed like he was comforting himself.

Listening to the words of the High Priest, the old Duke felt a little relieved.

However, looking at the undead calamity that seemed grand but seemed to be confined to the mansion, he became puzzled.

"But... why did she choose here? What is her purpose?"

"These undead... where did they come from?"

The High Priest fell silent.

The actions of the Gods were not without meaning. They often had their own purpose.

Although he was not clear why this Evil God suddenly went crazy, he could roughly guess what it was related to...

Not only that, combined with the secrets hidden in the mansion, he also roughly guessed the origin of these resurrected undeads.

Of course, he wouldn't say these things.

However, while the High Priest remained silent, someone spoke up for him.

"Why choose here? Probably... because this place is full of decadence and evil. This is the venue for the Dreaming Salon!"

Two Blazing Suns turned their heads at the same time, only to see the Demon Hunter Knights and the City Guard finally arriving.

The Chief of the Demon Hunting Squad, Kara, dismounted and saluted the two of them, and a black cat which was familiar, Nice, jumped off her horse.

And the one who just spoke was Nice.

"Nice?"

The High Priest squinted his eyes.

Nice cleared its throat and said.

"Your Excellency, the High Priest, Your Grace..."

"We received a report that a noble was holding an evil and decadent party here, colluding with the Blood Demon Cult..."

"On the way here, we also rescued several girls who escaped, and even caught a heretic from the Blood Demon Cult, which has been confirmed."

Hearing its words, the High Priest's expression tightened, and the old Duke's gaze became sharp.

He looked at the mansion still shrouded in malevolence.

"The Dreaming Salon? So, everyone inside are nobles?!"

"Yes, the Dreaming Salon. According to the confession of the heretic from the Blood Demon Cult, for so many years, the ongoing incidents of missing children and the Bloodborne incidents in Borde City are all related to it."

The black cat's expression was solemn, full of a sense of justice.

Saying this, it looked back at the Demon Hunting Knight behind it.

"Bring that Blood Demon Cultist up here."

A Blood Demon Cultist with a blank expression was soon brought over.

Nice jumped in front of him and ordered.

"Speak up, tell His Grace and the High Priest what exactly happened here."

Hearing its words, the Blood Demon Cultist raised his head.

His eyes were blank, and his expression quickly became fanatical, obviously not normal.

"Revenge! It's revenge!"

"The Majestic Monarch listened to the pain and despair of the girls and gave them a chance for revenge!"

Hearing the words of the Blood Demon Cultist, the High Priest's expression changed slightly.

The next moment, the malevolent aura shrouding the manor suddenly changed, and groups of Specters flew into the sky, flying toward various parts of Borde City...

Among them, one of the specters rushed towards the High Priest!