Gospel of Blood

Chapter 117: Charlotte de Castell?

"Why haven't they come back yet?"

The High Priest furrowed his brows slightly.

Just as his patience was about to run out, the departing Blood Demon Cultists finally returned. Behind him, one figure after another clad in black robes followed, all of them were Blood Demon Cultists.

However, all the Blood Demon Cultists looked somewhat puzzled, and their numbers were fewer than the High Priest had anticipated.

"Why did it take so long for you to return? And... why are there so few of you?"

The High Priest frowned and asked.

"Great High Priest, there were some unexpected circumstances."

The leading Blood Demon Cultist seemed flustered and hurried forward to whisper.

"What? You're saying there are traitors among our true believers?"

"Yes... it seems there are traitors among the true believers we gathered. They suddenly attacked our people..."

"Not only that, there's news from the western city district that something seems to have happened at the Dreaming Salon."

Upon hearing the Blood Demon Cultist's words, the High Priest narrowed his eyes.

He pondered for a moment and then suddenly asked.

"The traitors... are they all blood servants?"

The Blood Demon Cultist was taken aback.

"How did you know?"

"Well... because I already know there's trouble at the Dreaming Salon. Those blood servants I left there have all turned into traitors."

The High Priest sneered.

He glanced at the Blood Demon Cultists entering the temple, his words laden with meaning.

"The traitors are not true believers, but rather... the blood servant that got their contracts seized by someone."

"Seizing blood servant contracts? No... How is that possible?!"

The Blood Demon Cultists' expressions changed suddenly, and they fell into turmoil.

The ones gathered here were the core strength of the Blood Demon Cult in Borde, almost all of them were cultists who had escaped from the failed ritual ten years ago. Over the past decade, they had followed the High Priest's footsteps and developed many new believers as blood servants to invigorate the Blood Demon Cult.

The Blood Demon Cult in Borde, centered around them, was a tight-knit cult organization with numerous blood servants as their followers. To distinguish themselves from the blood servants, they called themselves true believers.

"Hey, there's nothing impossible. I know... the extinct Kirali clan had the power to seize the blood servants of other clans."

The High Priest shook his head.

He scanned the surroundings and continued.

"Check the contracts with your blood servants. See if there are any issues."

Upon hearing his words, the Blood Demon Cultists quickly acted, and in no time, cries of astonishment rang out.

"I can't contact my blood servant!"

"Damn it! I have blood servants I can't contact too!"

Seeing the suspicious expressions of the crowd, the High Priest's gaze became increasingly serious.

"Is the main gate closed?"

He looked at the leading Blood Demon Cultist and asked.

"It's already closed, no... it was closed long ago."

The Blood Demon Cultist who was asked answered respectfully.

"Not good! Check each other's identities and contracts, now, hurry!"

Realizing something, the High Priest's expression changed slightly.

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The Blood Demon Cultists reacted quickly. As a cult organization, they had their own strict measures to prevent infiltration. Before long, the vast majority of true believers and blood servants who had checked their identities entered the temple, leaving fewer and fewer people outside.

The High Priest drew his dark sword.

He looked coldly at the dwindling crowd of Blood Demon Cultists who had not yet verified their identities, his expression full of vigilance, ready to act at any moment.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis came over him. He instinctively raised his sword horizontally, and a shadow quickly rushed out of the dwindling crowd and attacked him.

In an instant, black flames spread out, and several Blood Demon Cultists who were burned emitted a scream. Their bodies, both physical and spiritual, were quickly burned to ashes.

"Blasphemous Fire!"

The High Priest's eyes narrowed.

He snorted, and the Third Tier power of darkness erupted, forcing the "assassin" to retreat with a single sword strike.

The Blood Demon Cultists dodged to both sides, and under the dim light, the shadow of the assassin was also exposed to everyone.

It was a tall figure shrouded in black clothes.

He covered his face, making it impossible to see his appearance, but a head of red hair hung down from his hood during the attack.

Seeing that blood-like red hair and feeling the power that was weaker than his but stronger than most Silver Moons in the recent attack, the High Priest squinted his eyes.

He chuckled and said.

"Second Tier, Silver Moon... Heh, with such power, even if it's an assassination, it's impossible to defeat the Third Tier Blazing Sun..."

"But, even if it's a Silver Moon, with such strong power and at the same time, with red hair... from what I know, there is only one person in Borde City who fits this description."

As he spoke, the High Priest looked at the assassin and continued with a meaningful smile.

"What do you think, Mr. Sebastian?"

Upon hearing the High Priest's words, the assassin let out a helpless sigh.

He elegantly put down the hood, revealing his appearance.

With a handsome appearance and pointed ears, it was none other than the Flame Elf, Sebastian, the president of the Rose Society.

Seeing Sebastian's appearance, the High Priest smiled lightly.

"Could it be that Anthony told you the location?"

"I lost contact with my blood servants at the Dreaming Salon. It must have been you, right?"

"Can you tell me... how did someone who is not a bloodborne like you gain the power to seize our blood servant contracts?"

However, upon hearing the High Priest's words, Sebastian did not answer.

Not only that, he seemed to completely disregard the leader of the Borde's Blood Demon Cult and respectfully said to a figure behind him.

"Sorry, master, I failed in the assassination."

"You've won. With the power of a Second Tier Silver Moon, even if it's an assassination, I can't defeat a Third Tier Blazing Sun..."

"It seems that there is still a long way to go before I can recover my strength..."

Master?

Who?!

The High Priest's heart sank as he looked behind Sebastian.

There were several Blood Demon Cultists who had not yet completed their identity checks.

Seeing the gaze of everyone else, they shivered coldly, subconsciously moving to the sides, leaving only an unmoving petite figure.

The High Priest's gaze instantly fell on that petite figure, only to see that petite figure let out a soft laugh, and calmly said.

"Sebastian, for the wager, I want the milk with the best taste provided by Luna Island."

As she spoke, she gently removed her hood.

Beautiful silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Under the delicate and perfect face, her reddish-gold eyes shimmered with strange light.

Looking at her familiar face, the High Priest was slightly stunned, and there was a hint of disbelief.

"Charlotte de Castell?"