West of the empire, the Kingdom of Beelzebub.
This is the ruling place of the Rose Royal Family and the birthplace of the Red Apple Church. Even though it is winter now, roses can be seen blooming all over the country.
Whether upper class or common people, everyone has a strong love for roses. This love runs in their blood and originates from culture, customs and beliefs. It is the result of accumulation over thousands of years or even longer.
Located in the north of the kingdom, in the center of the Dukedom of Snow Fox, there is a luxurious yet ancient mountain villa. The huge maroon buildings are spread all over the mountainside, and the spire-shaped walls are covered with bright red and lush roses inside and outside.
The Duke of Holm and his family live here.
The villa is located on a high place, overlooking the entire town easily. However, this place seems to be isolated from the world. The subjects are not qualified to set foot here, and the Duke's family will not come down the mountain and enter the city at will.
Today is a holy day because the Duchess has given birth.
At 9:45 in the morning, a baby girl was born.
The cry of a baby echoed throughout the villa, but strangely, there were no hurried footsteps, no cheers, and not even normal conversation.
In the deserted and silent villa, the only sound was crying.
Wow-
Wow-
The sound echoed, as if foreshadowing something; even the roses surrounding the villa swayed along with the crying.
In the hall of the villa, all the normal furniture was moved away, leaving a very spacious open space. In the center, there was a complex magic circle carved with blood. Above it was a bed and a cradle. The crying sound came from the cradle.
However, the Duchess lying on the bed had been dead for a long time. She was dressed in white, with her abdomen stained with blood, like a rose blooming on the snow... Her eyes remained open, her amber pupils were empty, but the corners of her mouth still had a strange and pious smile.
A man wearing a formal red suit and a notched hat on his head knelt on his knees and bowed to the cradle.
He held an open Rosary Bible in his left hand and a red rose in his right hand. He was muttering doctrines and gifts with a fanatical expression and a determined look in his eyes.
This is none other than the owner of the villa and even the entire Snow Fox Territory, Duke Holm.
Behind him, dozens of red-robed priests knelt down in an orderly and solemn manner, lowered their heads silently, and did not dare to look at the cradle.
Further away, there were densely packed monks, kneeling on the ground in a crowded but not chaotic manner, almost filling up the entire villa.
Soon, everyone followed Duke Holm and recited prayers one after another in unison:
“God said, hunger is the natural desire of man, and eating is to obey one’s heart…”
"God said, flesh and blood are the root of man, and growth is the continuation of life..."
"God said that illness is just a necessary condition and we need to endure the test..."
For some reason, someone suddenly started crying.
It was as if I was feeling the same pain as God and was infected by it.
Everyone's voices gradually rose, almost deafening. An atmosphere of fanatical piety filled the entire villa.
"A loyal gardener in the Kingdom of Roses, a man of harvest at the Scarlet Festival... Great Dolomypurnes, we welcome your resurrection and offer sacrifices for your birth!"
ever!
Zeng Zeng!
Each red-robed monk pulled out a sharp knife from his bosom and stabbed it into his left chest without hesitation, piercing his heart.
The hot blood flows freely.
The priests tore off their own heads, held their heads in their hands, and raised them high towards the cradle with distorted expressions of pain and tears.
The Duke of Holm ignored everything around him. He put the rose between the Bible, put the Bible down casually, and then kowtowed hard.
winter!
winter!
His head hit the ground hard, his forehead was bleeding, but he remained indifferent... It was not until his face was covered in blood that Duke Holm fainted with a happy smile on his face.
The crying continued for a long time and then stopped abruptly.
The villa returned to silence.
But the scent of roses was filled with a strong smell of blood.
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"Master Jack, this is the intelligence information you need."
Inside the room, the faceless waiter solemnly placed a stack of sealed documents on the table, and then added:
"The speaker personally went to the Kingdom of Beelzebub to conduct an investigation. The information is highly credible. She also asked me to convey to you that everything is going well."
"Thanks."
Chen Lun nodded and placed two gold pounds on its tray.
After the faceless waiter had finished his courtesy and left, he opened the brown paper of the document and began to read it carefully.
This was important information he had gathered by mobilizing the power of the Kangai Parliament and even having Speaker Azgiero take action personally.
Information about the Chrysalis of the End.
The document contained words written by the Speaker himself. The flowing black handwriting recorded in detail the whereabouts of this secret cult organization and its current location.
The current leader of the Chrysalis of the End is named Elsie, a Sequence 4 Sin-Eater and a newly promoted Flesh and Blood Saint... Although she is a woman, her behavior and even her sexual orientation are more like that of a man. At the same time, she is a complete fanatic follower of the Dark Lady.
After the Bloody Battle, the Chrysalis of the End was also liquidated by the Empire. The scale of this organization was not large, and after a bloody battle, there were only a few members left.
Finally, the leader Elsi led dozens of remnants and evacuated the empire with the Red Apple Church, and went to the Kingdom of Beelzebub.
Now, the base of the Chrysalis of the End is hiding in the eastern part of the kingdom, close to the border of the Empire's new state... But according to the information recorded by the Speaker, the Rose Royal Family seems to have contacted Elsie and intends to incorporate this force.
Although there are only a few misfits left in the Pupa of the End now, and there are less than five middle-sequence members, but the leader Elsie is a real high-level saint, so it is not surprising that the Rose Royal Family would take a fancy to them.
'How could this Elsie be related to the Rose Royal Family? Lady Dark and Lady Rose do not get along. Logically, the two forces that believe in these two gods should be hostile to each other...'
Chen Lun thought calmly and then shook his head.
'When the Red Disaster was raging before, the two sides had cooperated. No wonder Ms. Dark doesn't like this group of believers, and even hates them... But what I want to take advantage of is this hatred.'
He thought to himself and silently chanted hide-and-seek. The ivory pen appeared out of thin air in his hand and he started writing on the blank manuscript paper.
rustle…
Gorgeous black cursive words fell on the paper and quickly wrote out paragraphs of content, but these were not Chen Lun's "scripts" but "materials". He collected information in order to prepare before officially putting pen to paper.
Philip Howard is Chen Lun's nemesis, but also his mentor and helpful friend, who "taught" him many things... Looking back at the tricks Howard had played, Chen Lun unraveled the mystery and discovered that to manipulate fate, one needs to pay attention to every detail. As long as it is used properly, perhaps a trivial coincidence will very likely cause huge waves and thus set off a tsunami.
'Decades ago, because of the blasphemy of the Duke, Lady Dark personally killed Dolomypurnis and several archbishops of the Ten Cores... Logically, the person Dolomypurnis hates the most must be Lady Dark! '
Chen Lun put down his pen, his eyes deep.
'But it's very difficult to get Ms. Dark to join the game. If I'm not careful, I might end up in trouble... What I have to do is to hide behind the scenes as much as possible, and at most let the incarnation guide me. The Chrysalis of the End is a good chess piece, and it may be effective...'
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Three days later.
The mountain villa of the Duke of Snow Fox.
Inside the high crimson walls, a dozen maids were quietly and obediently pruning branches in the garden. Today was a sunny day with no snow, which was perfect for cleaning up the messy environment in the villa.
In the garden not far away, there are many white roses in full bloom.
A blonde girl wearing a goose yellow floral dress and a turban on her head was sitting quietly on a high chair, holding a doll in her hands.
She is Dolomie, the daughter of Grand Duke Holm. She has grown into a lovely girl about ten years old, with fair skin, long eyelashes, and a pair of red eyes unique to the Rose Royal Family.
"Great Dolomite, please give your will."
The Duke of Holm, the girl's father, was kneeling on the ground, speaking fanatically.
Beside him, there were a dozen of the villa's stewards and servants, also prostrating themselves on the ground, silent.
The girl, Dolomi, lay back on the chair as if she had no bones, with her eyes closed and her head tilted. At the same time, she rubbed her face gently against the doll in her hand, with an intoxicated look on her face and her delicate and small facial features like a work of art.
She didn't say anything for a long while.
When Duke Holm saw this, he felt an inexplicable surge of emotion in his heart, and his eyes revealed a look of intoxication and confusion. Even the stewards and servants beside him raised their heads and stared at the girl in a daze.
The Duke slowly stood up and walked in front of his daughter. He quietly stretched out his hand, trembling with anticipation, and gently stroked her smooth and delicate face.
He called out affectionately:
"Dolomite..."
Next second.
Duke Holm's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
He saw his fingers blossoming like roses.
The nails and skin cracked and fell off layer by layer, the finger bones stood like flower cores, and the flesh bloomed. The Duke's body did not obey him, and the "flowers of flesh and blood" spread from the fingers to the palms, wrists, forearms and even shoulders...
Finally, Duke Holm turned into a flesh-and-blood rose, blooming on the spot... The stewards and servants rushed over uncontrollably and ate the Duke clean.
After a dozen people had eaten and drunk their fill, they had expressions of satisfaction and intoxication on their faces. Then, their bodies quietly blossomed into roses.
The scene was bloody and weird, but the maids not far away turned a blind eye and continued to trim the branches...
At this moment, a sound of footsteps crossed the garden path.
This was a group of church members wearing dark red robes. The leader was a mature woman with a particularly eye-catching long bright red hair.
They went straight into the garden.
The red-haired woman glanced at the flesh-and-blood roses blooming on the ground, and knew clearly that Holmfield, the distant cousin of the Rose King Mansfield, was dead and could not die any more.
But the woman didn't care. She just walked slowly to the front of the blonde girl, bent down, and said gently and lovingly:
"Brother, Louisa is here to see you. Do you still need to comb your hair today?"