Looking at the resentful spirit rushing towards the high priest, everyone was almost stunned.
The high priest snorted coldly, and with the holy light blooming on his body, he was about to use divine magic to purify these resentful spirits who were overestimating their abilities.
However... before he could take action, the resentful spirits rushing toward him suddenly disappeared.
The great priest was left alone, and he stood still unnaturally as he prepared the movements to perform the magic.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and they all looked a little strange.
In fact, although the resentful spirit just rushed in the direction of the great priest, no one thought that the target was really him, the priest.
However, the high priest's initiative made the atmosphere suddenly become more subtle.
Everyone's gaze became more and more strange.
Even the undead suddenly disappeared.
But the high priest's reaction gave people the impression that he subconsciously believed that these resentful spirits were directed at him.
In other words, it gives people a feeling of guilty conscience.
The high priest also realized his gaffe and quickly made up for it with a frown:
"This cultist has gone crazy..."
"The natural disaster of the undead has a tendency to get out of control. If this continues, innocent people may be harmed. We must take action to stop it!"
However, as if he was against him, the Blood Demon Cultist said fervently:
"Injury to innocent people?"
"No……"
"My great majesty is just. Only sinners will suffer the revenge of the dead!"
Looking at the Blood Demon cultist who seemed to be talking non-stop, the high priest decisively fired a sacred fire and burned the opponent to ashes.
Then, he ordered the demon hunting knight:
"The words of the Blood Demon Cultists cannot be trusted..."
"Kara, take the Demon Hunter Knight and catch up with those resentful spirits quickly. Don't let the harm increase!"
The high priest had a solemn expression and a serious and righteous face.
However, after listening to his words, the female captain, who was always quick to act, did not leave immediately.
Kara looked at him silently, as if waiting for more explanations, while the high priest frowned and urged dissatisfied:
"Kara? Why don't you send someone quickly?"
"As ordered..."
Under the pressure of the high priest, Kara finally withdrew her sight and left with the demon hunting knight.
But the high priest knew that his mistake just now would eventually leave sequelae.
Once barriers and suspicions are formed, they are difficult to erase.
"Master High Priest, didn't you tell me not to take action rashly to avoid angering the person behind the scenes?"
Looking at the unhappy high priest, Duke Bold narrowed his eyes and said quietly.
The high priest was silent.
He glanced at the manor, which was gradually returning to normal after the resentful spirit left, and with a thought in his heart, he said:
"His aura has disappeared, that evil god...should have left."
After listening to his words, the Duke's attention also fell on the manor, and found that indeed, after the resentful spirits dispersed, the evil aura that enveloped the manor began to dissipate quickly.
"So that's it. I thought... you also participated in the Drunken Dream Salon and were hunted down by the resentful spirits..."
The old Duke chuckled and said.
The expression of the great priest suddenly turned ugly:
"Your Majesty the Duke, cultists are best at deceiving people and sowing discord. I think you should also know that."
"You're right."
The old Duke nodded.
As he spoke, he looked towards the manor where the resentful spirit had broken out:
"Now that the evil god has left, let's go over and take a look."
After finishing speaking, he jumped up without waiting for the great priest's response, and took the lead in flying towards the manor with the help of the source power released from outside.
Looking at the indifferent Duke, the high priest was not in a good mood.
If possible, he does not want to go forward with the other party, but hopes to go there first and erase all the evidence related to him.
But now, he is already in a difficult situation.
With a sullen face, he quickly chased after him.
Two Blazing Sun warriors quickly entered the manor.
After the disaster of the undead, the manor has turned into a hell on earth.
The rich smell of blood hit his face, and the entire ground was dyed red with blood.
In the hall, no living nobles could be seen, and only fragments of gorgeous clothing could be vaguely discerned from the piles of minced meat and remains on the ground.
However, from the empty iron cages in the hall, the beds and chairs that still retain some traces, and the various torture instruments and toys, it is possible to vaguely tell where this place once was.
"It seems that this is indeed the venue for Drunken Dream Salon..."
Duke Bold frowned.
"Go search and see if there are any survivors!"
He turned around and ordered the city guards who followed him.
The high priest hesitated to speak, wanting to stop the guards from searching.
However, looking at the leader, Duke of Bold, he could only swallow his words back in the end.
His strength is not much stronger than that of the Duke.
He has missed the best opportunity.
He knew that Duke Bold had already suspected that he was related to the Drunken Dream Salon.
If you stop it now, it will only make the other party more suspicious.
The high priest can only hope that there are no survivors here who know his secret.
I think should not be?
After all, the nobles have become minced meat.
However, what you least want to happen will always happen when you least want it to happen.
It didn’t take long before the guards left and returned:
"Your Majesty the Duke! Your Majesty the High Priest! We found several surviving Blood Demon cultists in the dungeon! They all fell into a coma."
Surviving Blood Demon cultists?
The expression of the great priest changed almost instantly.
Duke Bold's expression also became solemn.
He snorted and said angrily:
"These damn bastards...are actually involved with the Blood Demon Order!"
"If I find out who is behind the salon, I will definitely send his whole family to the trial!"
After hearing what the old duke said, the high priest couldn't help but glance at him, while the returning guard coughed quickly:
"Ahem... Lord Duke, we... we also found a study room in the dungeon, and we think... you should go take a look."
"study?"
The old Duke frowned.
study?
The great priest's heart skipped a beat.
…
The two secular and theocratic masters of Bould soon arrived in the dungeon's study.
After looking at the bookshelf full of astrological magic books, his family's astrology device on the desk, and the familiar mage robe on the clothes rack, the old Duke's expression changed almost instantly.
And when he saw the pile of minced meat on the floor of the study room, he fell completely silent.
After a long time, the old Duke sighed softly:
"Master High Priest, let's go."
The two quickly left the study.
As soon as they left, another guard came to greet them:
"Your Majesty the Duke! Your Majesty the Great Priest! We have discovered something new here!"
"New things?"
Looking at the study, the Duke was obviously a little absent-minded.
"New things?!"
The high priest became nervous again.
"It's like some kind of evil ritual here..."
The guard said respectfully.
ceremony?
The high priest frowned, suddenly having a bad premonition.
Under the guidance of the guards, the two blazing sun experts who were worried quickly arrived at the sacrificial site on the other side of the corridor.
As soon as he saw the iconic devil's eye and the altar made of dead bones, the high priest's expression completely changed:
God's sacrifice ceremony!
Damn it! These madmen from the Blood Demon Order! They are actually preparing for the coming of God!