Chapter 6: Grudges and the background of the dark camp
"You flatter me."
Seeing this old man who was highly respected within the church, Arturia did not dare to make excuses and said modestly, "This is just the clone of the blood prince."
The Archbishop of Holy Talisman is a saint, and refers to a person who has cultivated the glorious holy power to a great level.
Within the church, there are only a few saints. They are not in the normal order of the church, they are their own sect, and they are not even under the jurisdiction of the pope.
The Pope needs to be at the headquarters of the Holy See, and it is impossible to come to Farolland to select a saint in person. Therefore, Archbishop Timo is the highest person in charge of this matter and can decide on the candidate for the saint.
"That's right, even if it's just a clone, most mid-level saints can't kill it so neatly."
Archbishop Timo looked at the vampire prince's clone that was burned to ashes by the holy flame, and nodded with satisfaction.
Before the decisive battle, it is impossible for the body of a dark prince to penetrate deep into the human base camp alone.
The Prince of Darkness sends his clones to launch a surprise attack, which is already the biggest battle yet.
It's a pity that the vampire prince probably had some bad luck and actually chose the direction of the church to attack. Even if Artoria hadn't taken action, he wouldn't have been able to break into the city and start killing people.
Wow!!
Not long after, an orange-red force whirlwind filled with strong evil aura flew from the city. After landing, it turned into a human figure.
This is a spearman. He wears black leather armor and holds a dark golden spear with wet blood in his hand.
The new saint of Faloran, the gun ghost Carlos glanced at the hole in the magic barrier, then looked at Archbishop Timo on the lawn outside the church, and asked lukewarmly:
"Old Bishop, how is the situation? Are any citizens injured?"
For a king-level archbishop, this attitude is a bit cold.
Archbishop Timo looked at this legendary spearman who had been dormant for many years and quickly rose to prominence through war, with a formulaic smile on his old face and said:
"Thank you for your concern. It has been resolved and there are no casualties."
When the gunman Carlos heard this, he turned and left without staying for a moment.
He didn't care at all what happened to these gangsters. If there weren't civilians here, he wouldn't bother to come over to check on the situation.
Archbishop Timo was not surprised by the cold and distant attitude of the spearmen.
A hundred years ago, the Fire Dragon Knights, which was so powerful in the central region of the Mega Continent, was disbanded under the pressure of the Church. It is easy to imagine how the gun ghost, who was once a member of the Fire Dragon Knights, felt about the Church.
If it weren't for the current enemy, Faloran wouldn't even allow the saints of the church to enter.
The old bishop sighed: "The country created by the conquerors is really full of heroes."
It was originally thought that the Fire Dragon Knights had been disbanded, that the ancestor of the Clement family had passed away, and that the Kingdom of Falorland would be in decline and its national power would be declining.
Unexpectedly, when the war came, Faloran not only did not fall, but actually showed signs of prosperity.
It has been less than a year since Carlos, the gun ghost, entered the sanctuary. He has fought endlessly in the plains and has killed five Dark Dukes so far, which shows his bravery.
This kind of performance is undoubtedly the best at the same level, and his achievements are definitely more than those of lower saints.
And the Gun Ghost is not Al Roland’s top talent.
"I wonder if the Butcher has broken through."
Archbishop Timo's old face looked a little solemn as he glanced at a certain building to the east.
On the top of the building, there was a white-haired man looking down at it. His expression was cold, and the vast sea of stars in the sky floated up and down with his eyes, carrying the majestic power of God.
Archbishop Morty's pupils shrank, and just by looking at each other, he could feel that he was in serious danger with the emperor on the rooftop.
Even though his strength is not weak among kings...
Arturia seemed to have noticed something, holding the flag gun in her hand, but wisely did not answer.
The grievances between Faloran and the church cannot be explained in a few words.
I don’t know what kind of PY deal the top leaders of both parties reached. This time, Faloran actually allowed the church to select a saint and hold a coronation ceremony here.
She didn't ask much, not wanting to get involved in this kind of thing for the time being.
"follow me."
Archbishop Timo took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and then strode into the church without saying a word, followed closely by Artoria.
The two prayed briefly in the nave of the church and went up to the bell tower.
After arriving in a quiet room, the old bishop smiled and said:
"Kate, you are excellent, and I have nothing to fault. A week ago, the Holy See's Internal Affairs Office held a meeting, and the Pope confirmed that you have been elected as a saint."
Artoria's emerald green eyes opened slightly, she smiled faintly, bowed slightly and said politely:
"Archbishop Timo, thank you for your recommendation and support."
It’s done, the dust has settled.
After working hard for more than half a year, the harvest season finally arrived, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.
It's not that she longs for the position of saint, but without the help of the church, she would probably be far away from her cheap brother...
Archbishop Timo smiled and nodded, his expression soon straightened, and he said:
"Get ready. In two days, follow me to the Holy See headquarters of the Saint Joan Empire to receive the inheritance of the saint, and then come back to hold the coronation ceremony here."
"Why don't you just be crowned in the Grand Temple of Glory or the Emerald Cathedral?" Artoria was a little surprised.
Running back and forth like this is really annoying.
Generally speaking, the coronation ceremony of a saint should be held at the headquarters of the Holy See of the Saint Joan Empire.
Archbishop Timo coughed lightly and explained: "Holy Lady, this is a special situation, and the church's influence here is somewhat weak."
It's a bit euphemistic, but the meaning is not difficult to guess.
The church plans to expand its influence in the Kingdom of Falorland, so the coronation ceremony of the saint is scheduled here, including a series of publicity activities for the selection of the saint, probably for this purpose.
For this reason, Archbishop Timo even personally ran errands and invited people to support him.
When Ren and Valkyrie got engaged not long ago, he went to invite people, invited more heavyweight guests, and made the ceremony more grand.
And this is what Artoria doesn't understand.
Does this make a lot of sense?
Farrowland's attitude towards the church is not friendly. Even if there is cooperation now, it is far from friendly. Just look at the gun ghost's attitude.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! If the church wants to develop here, it will definitely be secretly suppressed by the royal family Clement, which will result in half the effort and a thankless effort.
Artoria doesn't understand why the church is so willing to preach in Falorland.
She suppressed some of the doubts in her heart and asked, "Is there enough time?"
"Don't worry, you have enough time."
It is now September 16th.
The coronation of the Saint took place on October 10th, with more than 20 days in between.
With Kate's strength, accepting the Saintess' inheritance can be initially digested within a week, which is enough time even if you include the time spent traveling back and forth.
Artoria asked no more questions, nodded, and watched Archbishop Timo leave.
It was still early, so she did not leave the church and continued to climb the stairs to the top of the bell tower.
The sky is always full of stars, no one knows day or night. She stands on the edge of the rooftop, as graceful as jade, with long silky hair swaying gently. Her beautiful face looks like a dream in the bright starlight and moonlight, holy and ethereal, as if she will die at any time.
Return by the wind.
She gently lifted up her hair and looked towards the south with a bright golden light in her eyes.
In the south of the plain, black clouds were threatening to destroy the city, and wisps of black smoke, dark thunder and bloody flames lingered in various small towns.
The demons swaggered through the streets and alleys, and their aura of madness, evil, coldness, and blood was mixed together, making people shudder.
Dark clouds filled with the aura of death, distortion and corruption of the Force are constantly gathering and dispersing, rising and falling in the high sky.
In the dark clouds, there is another ray of white.
Not bright white, but deathly pale.
The pale flames jumped and burned in the clouds. Not only did they not dispel the deep darkness, but they made the darkness look even more dead and hopeless.
The white flames danced, forming a pale crown, as if the king was looming over the darkness, extremely majestic, releasing an even more terrifying and desperate aura.
After staring for a moment, Artoria suddenly felt a sting in her eyes and looked away.
"That Demon Lord is stronger than I thought."
She transferred and sealed the king-level power into the holy sword, but its essence remained unchanged.
Even though she was so far away, the power of Demon Lord Samael could still make her feel uncomfortable, which was definitely not comparable to that of the ordinary Dark Lord.
The holy sword trembled slightly, and the shadow of the Lion King appeared, overlapping with Artoria, and looked into the distance together.
She directly transmitted the message from her mind - "What the war leader said is true, the monarchs of the demon clan are generally stronger."
The strongest dark race, it deserves its reputation.
"I feel something is strange."
Arturia had a thoughtful expression on her face and said, "Last time I looked at the plain, I felt that Samael's power was not that strong yet, but he was getting stronger."
"Become stronger?"
"Yeah, I can't say it, but I feel it."
………
Southern edge of the plain.
In more than a dozen small towns, dark races such as werewolves, vampires, ghouls and demons can be seen everywhere. They have been completely reduced to devil's lairs. Military camps are built based on these small towns, covering a large area, like an undulating road.
black mountains.
The lights in the commander's tent were brightly lit.
Demon Lord Samael was soaking in a stone pool with his eyes closed.
Although he is a well-known boss in the dark camp, he looks a bit harmless.
Samael looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly curly dark hair hanging down his shoulders, a soft face, and smooth skin like white milk. He looks very handsome, but also has a sense of frailty.
Most of his body was immersed in the dark pool, with only the top of his chest exposed.
The dark liquid was like the crystallization of purgatory power, seeping into his body bit by bit, causing the purple blood in his demonic body to gradually boil, and the blood was surging, and the coquettish purple light leaking out dyed the stone wall purple-black.
His demonic body began to transform, and his aura became more evil and powerful.
After a moment, Samael opened his eyes, his blue-gray eyes shining like stars, as if pregnant with countless magic spells.
"The effect is unexpectedly good. If you continue like this, you will soon be in good health."
There were many extremely tyrannical auras lingering inside the tent.
A colorful butterfly.
Finger bones full of life.
Fallen Angel's Wings.
A wild werewolf totem.
…
Hearing Samael's words, the colorful butterfly danced with bloodshot threads and asked:
"Where did the great Lord of Original Darkness find this crystal of the origin of hell?"
"I don't know this either."
Samael's face remained as usual, looking at the projections of many dark monarchs in the tent, and said, "But His Majesty the Demon Emperor said, if you trust him, you can get a copy of this hell liquid for free."
Many projections of the Dark Lord were silent, as if thinking.
The raw fluid of hell that can help the Dark Lord's physical body transform to a higher level is naturally a rare treasure. Many monarchs' bodies are stuck in the process of tempering divinity from their essence and blood.
But there is no free lunch in the world.
The dark camp is not monolithic.
If they had not lost the hegemony of the continent and had the common enemy of mankind, the monarchs would not be able to sit together and communicate peacefully like they do now. It would be nice if they did not get into trouble when they met.
The Demon King is powerful and scheming.
Everyone respects him, is also afraid of him, and is on guard against him.
What if there is a pit in this hell liquid?
Demon Lord Samael did not rush him and explained patiently:
"Everyone knows that His Majesty the Demon King plans to settle old accounts with mankind in this era. These hell liquids are one of the resources he has collected so hard over the years in order to enhance the strength of the dark camp.
Just one portion can allow a monarch to skip the period of weakness and directly come out in full swing, with a high probability of transforming his body to a higher level...
I have personally experienced it and I believe everyone has seen the effect."
Dark Lords: "..."
(￣_￣)
You are the monarch of the Demon Clan and are friends with the Demon Emperor, so of course you dare to use such resources.
They don't dare to trust that old devil of the Demon King...cough.
There was a long silence, everyone was hesitating.
In fact, many dark monarchs have not yet fully recovered, and have only awakened a part of their consciousness.
The colorful butterfly, with streaks of blood all over its body, was the first to speak:
"I want a portion of Hell's Original Liquid."
Everyone was startled and quite surprised.
This is...the vampire's nightmare king.
There are many conflicts within the dark camp, and the vampires and demons were once at odds with each other.
Thousands of years ago, the Vampire Clan was the boss of the dark camp. However, after several turmoils and civil strife, many of the ancestors of the Vampire Clan died or disappeared, and the Demon Clan rose up and became the leader of the dark camp.
Among them, the Demon King played an indispensable role.
Not to mention anything else, the Demon Emperor has killed more than one ancestor of the Vampire Clan. In the past few thousand years, he has been suppressing the Vampire Clan overtly and covertly. The Vampire Clan's life has been very difficult.
So when the Blood Queen of the Fifth Age jumped out to target the Demon Emperor, many vampires expressed support, almost triggering another civil war.
This is also one of the reasons why the fifth-era demons did not start a full-scale war with humans, as the internal conflicts have not yet been resolved.
The Blood Queen is very powerful, and often targets the Demon Race. It is said that she had a falling out with the Demon King in the Abyss of Heaven more than 700 years ago, including the Mage Sage Anion, William the Conqueror, Meredith, the ancestor of the Blood Race, and the Demon King.
When the giants also participated in the battle, the battle finally ended with the collapse of the Abyss of Heaven...
There is too much trouble within the dark camp.
This time, the Demon King gave away the precious hell liquid for free, so that everyone could take sides.
Whoever receives this great gift will have to favor him.
At this time, the Nightmare Monarch was the first to jump out and take the Demon Emperor's Hell Essence. The other Vampire Monarchs looked at him a bit wrong.
(?v_v?)
Bah, twenty-five boys.
Several vampire monarchs looked at the butterfly with suspicious eyes, as if they were looking at a traitor.
Nightmare Monarch: "..."
┑(￣Д￣)┍
Misunderstanding, I did not surrender to the enemy.
The Nightmare Lord noticed the unkind looks from his vampire colleagues and felt the need to explain, saying:
"Everyone, today is different from the past. Humanity is now the strongest race on the continent. Whether it is demons or vampires, any dark race alone will be able to defeat the human camp with an egg against a stone. We must unite to have a chance of winning...
This war is cruel, and even you and I are in danger of falling.
We need stronger strength and wise commanders.
No matter what you think, my true body was shattered by Pluto of the North Sea. Only by absorbing the original fluid of hell can I regain my peak and take revenge on mankind."
The Dark Lords were silent and had different thoughts.
Samael didn't expect that the Nightmare Lord would take the lead in supporting the Demon King. He was a little surprised, but he still nodded and said:
"Okay, we will agree on a location later, and Alves will deliver the things to you immediately."
"Thank you so much."
The Nightmare Lord ignored the unhappy looks of several Vampire Lords and immediately thanked him.
He knew that this move would cause dissatisfaction within the vampire clan, but he had no choice.
The Bloody Queen, who had a conflict with him, woke up, snatched the "Bloody Cloak", and killed his daughter.
Due to an accident, the leader of the Witcher Association found the entrance to the secret realm where he was sleeping, and directly blocked the door, leaving him with a chokehold.
What frightened him the most was that Pluto of the North Sea, who shattered his true body and was suspected of killing his father, Barbaro, the ancestor of the blood race, seemed to still be alive...
The Nightmare Lord was afraid of Pluto to the core. Hearing the Demon King say that Pluto might not be dead, he was so panicked that he couldn't care too much anymore.
You must strengthen your own strength.
You must hug the thigh of a certain giant.
After that, two more dark monarchs asked for the hell liquid, while more people were hesitant.
Samael was not in a hurry and was confident.
He believed that sooner or later these guys would be unable to resist this temptation.
The projections of the monarchs gradually dispersed.
Samael was immersed in the "Well of the Abyss", his purple blood boiled, and the pale soul fire emerged and jumped, making his aura more and more terrifying...
"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, everything is as you expected..."
