The sword light cut through the sky, carrying with it an aura of supreme majesty.
After that sword strike, the crimson light quickly dissipated, and the aura of the Dark Apostle also disappeared.
The black and red blood splashed down from the sky like raindrops, and the sulfur-like smell mixed with the strong smell of blood hit my face.
That was the blood shed by the Dark Apostle.
Looking at the black and red blood rain, Charlotte's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Dark Apostle is, after all, a legendary transcendent being.
To the legend, their flesh and blood have already undergone qualitative changes.
In the past, Boldu evolved into a forbidden city full of evil demons due to the remaining power of the fire demon Valarokka. If this bloody rain falls on Lutetia, Lutetia will also suffer similar pollution.
Just as the black and red blood rain was about to fall, the church took action again.
The "sun" symbolizing the three legendary priests shone brightly, and a vast holy light descended from the sky, shining on the blood rain.
Then, the blood rain quickly melted and purified under the illumination of the holy light.
When the sacred light faded, the blood rain had completely melted away.
All that fall on the ground are scattered photons.
Seeing this scene, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief.
The Holy Court is, after all, the Holy Court, the most powerful orthodox church in Miria.
Although the reputation of the church has been overshadowed by its increasing corruption in recent years, protecting the weak and upholding sanctity and justice are still the creeds pursued by those devout believers.
With three legendary priests present, they would certainly not sit idly by and watch the power of the Dark Apostle pollute Lutetia.
After purifying the blood rain, the three suns representing the legendary priests slowly "went out".
The artifact Eternal Sun was taken back, and the sacred light gradually dissipated.
Among them, one sun set towards the direction of the royal palace, one sun flew towards the outer city, and one sun gathered its rays and finally returned to the Lutetia Cathedral in the distance.
As the three legends left the stage, the overwhelming pressure quickly weakened.
The sky, which had been bright as day, turned dark again, and the sky above Lutetia also returned to calm.
Only the photons scattered on the ground, like a dream.
Charlotte stretched her hand out of the window, and photons fell into her palm. She could no longer sense the power of the Dark Apostle.
There is only magic that quickly dissipates.
Feeling the blood power that was split into the purest elemental power by the holy light, Charlotte's eyes revealed a trace of regret:
"It's a pity that we can't absorb this blood rain."
The Dark Apostle is a descendant of a legendary race after all, and his blood also carries a strong bloodline power.
To others, that blood is a source of pollution, but to Charlotte, it is a tonic that can be absorbed and swallowed.
Of course, she was just expressing regret.
With the presence of three legendary priests, plus the legends from the royal family, even if she wanted to devour the blood, she dared not show up.
Thinking of this, Charlotte couldn't help but look in the direction where the sword light flew, thinking in her heart:
"That silver sword just now is very similar to the Sword of Judgment of the Valva family recorded in the literature. Could it be... that the one who made the move was the king?"
Crescent King Louis V - Louis de Valvois.
If Charlotte remembered correctly, this most outstanding monarch of the Crescent Kingdom in hundreds of years, the king respected by the world as "the Great One", was himself a legendary swordsman.
The battle of the legends is over.
From the appearance of the Dark Apostle Albrecht to the exit of the three legendary priests, it took less than five minutes...
The legendary battle was shorter than Charlotte had imagined, perhaps because the strength of the two sides was too different.
This massive battle came suddenly, was fierce, and ended quickly.
The legends left the stage one after another, and the people on the ground finally reacted.
Lights were lit up in every building in the capital almost simultaneously. People opened their windows, looked up at the sky with regret, and asked each other what had just happened.
In the manor, all the servants of the Castel family were awakened. Outside the mansion stood waiters and knights. They looked at the sky and whispered to each other with awe and excitement on their faces.
When Charlotte put on her coat and came outside the mansion, Sebastian was asking the waiter to check the damage to the manor. Although the battle between the legends just now was mainly in the sky, the aftermath of the shock also affected the ground.
Especially the inner city.
In the manor rented by Charlotte, many windows of the mansion were broken, and the inscriptions on those sophisticated magic lamps were damaged by the magical aftermath of the legendary battle.
When gods fight, mortals suffer, that's probably what it means.
Sebastian was slightly startled when he saw Charlotte walking out of the mansion dressed for going out.
He came to the girl, bowed respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and asked:
"Master, are you going...out?"
Charlotte nodded:
"I'm going out to pick up a bargain. No one needs to follow me. Just keep busy."
Pick up... pick up a bargain
Sebastian was stunned for a moment.
He subconsciously glanced at the sky, hesitated for a moment, and asked in doubt:
"Is it... the battle in the sky just now?"
Charlotte smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, she nodded slightly, then turned into a group of flying bats and disappeared into the darkness.
…
Lutetia Cathedral, in the central hall.
In front of the majestic and sacred statue of the Lord God, the high priest Charles, dressed in a holy robe, slowly opened his eyes.
The divine light in his eyes faded, he sighed slightly, and bowed devoutly to the statue:
"My Lord, may your light be everlasting, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."
The next moment, the door of the hall was pushed open, and two figures walked in, one in front and one behind.
One of them wore a bright red judge robe, and the other wore a white cardinal robe with purple trim. They were Bernard, the High Inquisitor of the Crescent Diocese, and Cardinal Joseph, the demon hunter.
"How about it?"
High Priest Charles looked at his two colleagues.
The chief judge, Bernard, looked unhappy. He shook his head slightly and said:
"He escaped. It was Albrecht, the third apostle of the Blood Demon Cult. He escaped very quickly and decisively. Not only did he abandon his severed arm, he also burned his own bloodline power."
As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a black severed arm appeared from thin air.
The broken arm was floating in the air, wrapped in a golden cage, and was struggling under the holy light. It looked extremely strange.
The cut of the broken arm was as smooth as a mirror, and a silver force remained there, burning like a silver fire.
High Priest Charles glanced at the silver flame, paused for a moment, and looked at the Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph:
"What does the palace say?"
Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph hesitated, as if he didn't know how to answer.
Seeing his expression, High Priest Charles shook his head:
"Forget it, there is no need to say anything. Given His Majesty Louis' temper, it is probably not a good thing to say."
The Demon Hunter Cardinal sighed, but soon became serious again.
He took out a torn parchment scroll and a thick notebook from his arms and said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency the High Priest, this is something I found at the place where Albrecht appeared. I have confirmed that it should be something left behind by Bertrand de Witré. That is the Witré family's manor, and there is a teleportation array connected to the underground temple."
The high priest's heart moved:
"Bertrand? The high-ranking priest of the Blood Demon Cult? Where is he?"
Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph shook his head:
"He's dead. Judging from the scene, he must have died from blood running wild. His body is broken into pieces, and... even his soul has completely dissipated."
"The bloodline is running wild? The soul is also completely dissipated?"
The high priest frowned slightly.
He took the parchment and notebook, glanced at them briefly, and his face did not look very good.
Taking a deep breath, he handed the parchment and notebook back to the Demon Hunter Cardinal and said:
"Send out the Demon Hunters. Also, carefully investigate the place where the Dark Apostle appeared to see if there are any other remaining powers."
"Other forces remain? You mean... there is a fourth force present?"
The Chief Judge's eyelids twitched.
High Priest Charles did not deny it, but sighed and said:
"We... probably got leverage from someone else."
…
In a desolate abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of Lutetia.
The crows cried loudly, their voices shrill and hoarse. The phosphorescent lights appeared and disappeared, mysterious and deep.
In the center of the cemetery, in front of an obviously modified tombstone, stood an evil statue of a demon.
Suddenly, the demon statue emitted a deep red light, and the surrounding deep dark magic was quickly drawn in, forming a huge vortex of magic around the statue.
The vortex grew rapidly, gradually distorting the void, and finally turned into a temporary space channel.
The space channel flickered, as if it was opened hastily and was extremely unstable.
And then, a stumbling figure fell out from the passage.
He was a tall man wearing a dark red windbreaker, with two horns on his head, a pale face, and dark red blood around his mouth.
His entire right arm disappeared, and half of his body was almost split open. Silver flames were still burning at the wound, and dark red blood was constantly dripping, corroding the ground and creating one pit after another that emitted black smoke.
The silver flame was like a poisonous sore growing close to the bone, stubbornly clinging to the wound. If it were not for the suppression of the dark red magic power around it, it seemed that it would continue to spread along the wound at any time.
The man looked at the silver flame on the wound with regret, and cast a gloomy look in the direction of the royal capital Lutetsia with his scarlet eyes. He suppressed his abnormal frustration and rage in his humiliated and angry voice, almost gritting his teeth:
"Louis V...Holy Court!"
It was the unlucky guy who was forcibly summoned by Charlotte, beaten up by the Three Giants of the Crescent Moon of the Holy Royal Court, and then slashed by a sword. He was the third dark apostle of the Blood Demon Cult, "Abyss Walker" Albrecht.