Albrecht was angry and depressed.
As the third dark apostle of the Blood Demon Cult, he has always been invisible and disappeared without a trace, and is extremely good at concealing his breath and traces.
Even when the Blood Demon Court, which secretly ruled the Crescent Kingdom, was besieged by the Holy King's Court and three dark apostles died, he was able to easily escape unscathed.
However, today, his boat capsized for unknown reasons.
Thinking back to the siege that had just left him with a lingering feeling, Albrecht could not help but reveal a trace of fear.
If he hadn't run faster, the sword would have hit his head instead of his shoulder!
Thinking of this, Albrecht's pale face was covered with a layer of gloom again.
It was clear that he had been lurking in Lutetia for nearly a hundred years in order to infiltrate the nobility and the church of the Crescent Moon.
In order to prevent his whereabouts from being revealed, he never even showed up on his own initiative, but instead relied on forbidden blood servants and contract slaves to act.
The other dark apostles even jokingly called him "the coward" Albrecht because of this, but he never cared.
The happier you dance, the sooner you die.
He watched as the apostles rose to fame and stirred up trouble, and he also watched as the apostles were exiled or died under the siege of the Holy King's Court...
Thousands of years have passed, and the dark apostles of the Blood Demon Cult have been replaced one after another.
And yet he lived on.
Even the apostle's ranking was automatically raised by three places, even though he had never participated in the power struggle within the church, never fought for a rank, and never even sought favor from His Majesty the Grand Duke.
And this... was all done by him.
But what happened just now
Albrecht remembered that he was hiding in the base, in the darkest room in the base. The protection measures were so detailed that even if the High Priest of the Holy Court cast a forbidden spell on him, he could still escape unscathed. Before he retreated, he could even turn around and give the High Priest a middle finger...
However, even in such a safe place, he actually capsized!
He remembered that he had just been leisurely leaning on the velvet and brocade cushions presented by the Crescent Moon nobles, gracefully drinking the extraordinary blood of a pure girl, and listening indifferently to the work report of the contract slaves...
The Holy Day of Advent is approaching, and even though he is not very interested in summoning the Grand Duke, he knows that he must do something to prove his worth, and the target he chooses is the Crescent Nobles and the capital of the Crescent Diocese.
The fishing net has been laid, and he is ready to close the net when the central meeting is held, to strike a severe blow to the Holy Royal Court, and at the same time strengthen the control over the nobles.
Then, he remembered that the mark he left in the blood servant's soul had a response...
He wanted to see what was happening, but who would have thought that he would be pulled over by the Blood Servant Mark!
Before he could react, he was summoned to the inner city of Lutetia, and not far away was the Lutetia Cathedral!
What's even more outrageous is that the three legendary priests from the Lutetia Cathedral were in the church, and the four of them were staring at each other from a distance!
At that time, Albrecht was stunned.
Didn’t they say that Bernard and Joseph went to Castel to investigate the matter of the God of Darkness
Why are they still in the church
And... what a perfect timing!
Albrecht's thoughts were in turmoil. He felt aggrieved, depressed, angry and confused.
He felt aggrieved because he was not prepared for the battle at all and ran directly into the three legends of the church.
He was depressed because nearly a hundred years of lurking had been destroyed in an instant, and his plan to sacrifice the parliament was likely to fail.
What made him angry was that the culprit of all this was the most powerful blood servant whom he had promoted himself.
What he was wondering was what on earth was wrong with the other party, and how he was summoned over here...
What the hell is that bastard Bertrand doing
Why could a mere blood servant actually summon him, the Lord
And... it's a summons that makes such a big noise
Is that a demon summon
He was already a blood descendant, and his blood descendant status had already taken precedence over that of a demon. He had also long since hidden his true name as a demon...
How did he know
Who is trying to trick him
Albrecht didn't believe that a mere forbidden blood servant who had been fooled by him would have the courage to cheat him, nor did he believe that the other party could dig out his demon's real name that he hadn't used for many years, and he didn't believe that the other party could successfully summon him in reverse.
He naturally thought of the old guys who knew his real name...
However, with the passage of time, almost all of these old guys have either been crucified by the Holy Royal Court or exiled to some unknown alien space.
Now that I think about it, it seems like there aren’t many people left after nearly a thousand years.
So... which old guy who had a grudge against him crawled out from another dimension to seek revenge on him
But that was not right. None of the exiles in the cult who knew his true demon name had returned. He was quite sure of that. As for the existence of others who might know his true demon name, they could only be the older guys from earlier times...
Thinking of this, Albrecht fell into deep thought.
There aren't many people who know his real demon name. Apart from those who have fallen, there are only a few who have been exiled to another dimension.
Those are the old guys who dance happily. If one of them comes back, there will definitely be a lot of noise, just like Valarocca last year. I heard that he was sealed again as soon as he stepped out of the seal.
Unless, it existed in an even earlier time.
For example, a legend who had dealt with him when the bloodline had not yet split.
For example, those demigods who can infer the identity and true name of a demon based on the aura it leaves behind...
etc…
A demigod whose real name can be deduced backwards
Albrecht's eyes widened slightly, as if he had thought of something.
"According to the information inside the Holy Royal Court, last year, Valarroka was sealed back by the 'God of Darkness'..."
"Before it was destroyed, the branch of the Fallen Star Cult sent back news that there was a mysterious god behind the Northern Earl Charlotte de Castel, and it was most likely the 'God of Darkness'..."
"The 'God of Darkness' is suspected to be an ancient god of blood, and seems to be extremely hostile to the cult. A month ago, he was suspected to have triggered the God-suppressing Bell of the Holy Royal Court again..."
"In order to divert the Holy King's attention to the North, I once ordered the believers to collect information about the North, and when the God-suppressing Bell rang again, they reported anonymously to the Holy King..."
"However, the Holy Royal Court obviously did not take the bait, and the three legendary priests did not leave!"
"Not long ago, the believers who were watching the Castel family sent news that Earl Castel went to the church today and left safely..."
"And not long after, I was ambushed..."
"The three legendary clergymen of the Lutetia Church are all in the church. It's obvious that they made an appointment."
“Hiss… Could it be that the ‘God of Darkness’ has also come to Lutetia? Did the ‘God of Darkness’ reach some kind of cooperation with the Holy Royal Court? Did she plot against me?”
Albrecht's thoughts were in a turmoil and his expression was confused and uncertain.
It's not that he has some paranoid complex.
Rather, he was very aware of the power of those ancient myths, and he was also very aware of the nature of the Holy Royal Court.
According to known information, the "God of Dark Night" is most likely an ancient bloodline demigod before the establishment of the bloodline clan.
At that time, Albrecht had already received the First Embrace and became a member of the Blood Legion. He once followed the Blood Duke Abaddon to participate in the disputes on the continent.
Even though nearly two thousand years have passed, Albrecht still remembers that era.
At that time, some blood descendants who failed to obtain the command of the legion were dissatisfied with the six blood descendant princes, especially the Blood Demon Legion, which acted more domineeringly and made many enemies.
The "God of Dark Night" is most likely among them.
As for the Holy Royal Court... Although the Holy Royal Court shouted to kill EsGod, as a descendant who watched this behemoth rise, Albrecht knew very well that the Holy Royal Court was not as hostile to EsGod as it seemed.
To be more precise, the Holy Royal Court is hostile to and suppresses those alien gods who refuse to be included in the Royal Court system and refuse to abide by the sacred norms...
Albrecht still remembered that when the Holy Court first appeared, the god it worshipped was only Lord Harald.
Later, they gradually included myths that were willing to join, such as Mithra, the god of contract, Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, Garimo, the god of judgment, etc.
It was with the addition of gods one after another that the Holy Royal Court grew rapidly, and eventually formed a polytheistic belief with Harald, the God of Creation, as the supreme leader and many subordinate gods as assistants.
And Lord God Harald became more and more powerful because he shared the authority of many subordinate gods!
Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression gradually became serious.
Over the past thousand years, the Holy Royal Court has absorbed no less than forty subordinate gods.
The last one is Mithra, the God of Contract who joined the royal court hundreds of years ago. He is also the most powerful servant god in the Holy Royal Court, with the number of believers second only to Lord Harald.
Since the God of Darkness appeared in the world, he has been hostile to the cult and has been more inclined to the Holy Court. Even the little earl who is suspected to be a member of the God of Darkness is called the Saint of the Holy Court...
Hiss... Could it be that the "God of Darkness" has already colluded with the church, and the Holy Royal Court intends to absorb the "God of Darkness" into the Royal Court
The cult reported Loneliness, but not only did it fail to divert the attention of the Holy Court, it also exposed itself
The more Albrecht thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more likely it seemed to him.
There is no way. The Blood Demon Cult has dealt with the "God of Darkness" several times. Apart from the fact that it can be determined that there is a high probability that they are descendants of the blood, the most puzzling thing is the behavior style of the other party's believers.
They don't look like followers of the bloodline myth, but more like a true church like the Holy Royal Court!
But if the two parties had already colluded with each other, then it would make sense.
Yes, how could that loser Bertrand forcefully summon him over there? The only one who could summon him over there could be a legend or even a myth!
If a legend takes action, it is impossible for it to be silent, and it is even more impossible for him to be unaware.
The only one who could ignore his wishes and carry him away before he could react could be a god!
Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression changed.
"No, we can't stay here anymore. Let's find a place to recuperate and get out of the spotlight first..."
He glanced at his broken arm and muttered to himself.
Perhaps those ambitious legends would be particularly surprised upon learning the news of a newly revived myth, and would think that the time had come for them to slay the gods and take their place.
But Albrecht always acted cautiously and low-key and had no intention of confronting it.
He firmly believes that opportunities are always accompanied by risks, and as long as there is a 1% risk, once bad luck comes, it will be 100%.
As an immortal species, it is obvious that he can just wait and survive, achieving his goal bit by bit, without any need to take impulsive risks, not to mention risking his life.
The "God of Darkness" was able to kick Valarroka back into the seal with one kick. Although this was probably due to the fact that Valarroka's power had not recovered, the power of this "god" himself might have also recovered to a certain extent.
There was absolutely no need for him to rush into this adventure.
"Why not... find a safe place to sleep for a few years and wait for the call from His Majesty the Grand Duke. I've done enough over the years. I even broke an arm and was seriously injured in the fight against the church..."
"There are several other apostles in the cult. Whoever wants to charge can do so! I won't make a difference. Even if the Grand Duke knew, he would definitely understand."
Albrecht talked to himself and soon came to a decision.
His injuries were indeed serious. Although the broken arm would grow back with time, the power left by Louis V was not easy to remove.
He is very weak now, so weak that he has to consider whether to avoid the scorching sun.
He really needs healing.
Taking a deep breath, Albrecht found a direction, turned into a shadow and quickly fled away.
He chose the Northeast.
He planned to go to the East Yunite Black Land, which was a paradise for mercenaries and a place of chaotic faith. Although there were legends there, it lacked the power to unify the region and there were also many ruins, making it the most suitable place to hide!
Albrecht concealed his breath and quickly moved away, wishing he could leave Crescent Moon immediately.
However, after he had been flying for four or five minutes, he suddenly reappeared and stopped.
He covered his wound and looked around with a look of confusion.
Leaning tombstones, withered and rotten trees, circling crows and tiny sparks of fire...
He had clearly escaped forty or fifty kilometers away, but he was still in that small cemetery!
Something is not right…
Albrecht's heart sank.
He became extremely alert and looked around vigilantly, then he saw the crows circling in the sky landing on the branches one after another, then slowly moved their heads and looked at him in unison.
The incessant crows stopped crowing, the faint fire went out, and the whole world fell into silence. There were only pairs of scarlet eyes looking at him, flickering slightly, and the huge blood moon hanging in the sky.
The next moment, Albrecht saw crimson mist spreading from all directions, quickly covering the entire world...
In the thick fog, he saw the surrounding scenery gradually distorting and changing.
The crows disappeared, the dead trees disappeared, and the tombstones disappeared.
Instead, there were dark stone walls, simple yet gorgeous chandeliers, and a cold, hard ground.
He was not in the cemetery.
But it is in a majestic and solemn ancient castle.
On the walls surrounding the castle, lifelike murals loomed, telling the stories of gods and their servants.
In front of him, layers of steps continued to extend and converge on a high platform shrouded in mist.
He saw an ancient throne located in the center of the platform.
On the throne, a graceful figure shrouded in crimson mist was sitting lazily...
Looking at the holy emblems around the throne, and the pair of red-gold eyes that seemed to be smiling in the crimson mist, Albrecht's eyes widened instantly, and his face suddenly lost all color. He felt unwell.
"Thorns... Roses..."
"God of Dark Night!"
His throat was dry and even his voice trembled.