The streets were full of patrolling police officers, and the Guards were stationed at traffic arteries and intersections, scanning every passerby vigilantly.
The sky was covered with clouds, and the atmosphere was somber to freezing point.
All of this is said to be related to the horrific attack that occurred during the Pope's speech.
The daughter of Baron Jacques, Metana Jacques, took her mother back to her family's residence in the Queen's District.
Her mother was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. After seeing the familiar house, she sobbed softly: "I'm sorry, Metana, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, Mom, you are just controlled by an evil spell!"
Metana comforted her mother and rang the doorbell.
After the surprised maid screamed, a middle-aged man with messy hair rushed out immediately.
His face was haggard. He was none other than Baron Jacques. When he saw Metana and her daughter, he couldn't help but gesture: "Holy Spirit, it's great that you are okay. I... I regret it so much!"
"It's okay, everything is over."
Metana comforted him: "That hateful guy is dead and everything will return to normal."
"How can it be that simple?" Baron Jacques smiled bitterly, and his expression immediately changed.
Metana looked next door and saw two men with cold temperaments wearing black windbreakers walking over. They showed their IDs and said, "We are members of the Military Intelligence Bureau. We would like to ask three of us to go back and assist in the investigation."
Anyone involved in the 'God of Suffering' and the 'Blood Pact', whether civilians or nobles, must be examined.
'Military Intelligence Department, they are deliberately guarding me. This is too much!'
Metana felt indignant in her heart, but her expression became calm: "Yes, but we need to freshen up first. This is the etiquette of the nobility."
The two secret service officers looked at each other: "Okay!"
…
The same is Pulmouth, somewhere underground.
The secret center of the 'Lotus Eaters' society in Pulmouth.
The 'Blood Cup Archbishop' wore a blood-colored robe, had an old appearance, and held a group of constantly flowing shadows in his hands.
As an auxiliary of this attack, he did not directly participate in the incident in the Lecture Square. He only led many 'Lotus Eaters' to create a riot in Pulmouth and restrained a reinforcement of the Kingdom's 'His Majesty'.
Therefore, after the incident, he successfully escaped unscathed, and not only that, he also received a ‘reward’!
The shadow flowing on his hand clearly belonged to the man who was assassinated by the 'God of Suffering' and belonged to the crown of the Kingdom of Inves - the 'Shadow of the Spiritual World'!
This is the spiritual legacy of a sixth-plasma extraordinary person. Whether it is exchanged or made into magical items, it is a huge wealth!
"This operation...at least...we are not without success. Next, inform our people to try to hide as much as possible. If necessary, we can evacuate Pulmouth. Don't confront the angry Inves!"
The Archbishop of the Blood Cup smiled and said to the senior officer of the Lotus Eaters in front of him.
There is also competition among evil believers, which may even be more intense than in ordinary associations.
The betrayal of the ‘God of Suffering’ and the failure to activate the Seventh Element at the same time. Although the grand alliance of the ‘Mother of the Night’ and the ‘Lord of the Bones’ was considered a failure, the mood of the Blood Cup Archbishop was very subtle.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop... and the mysterious person who appeared in the fog of history, do you need to investigate?"
A senior Lotus Eater asked cautiously.
"Well, let's investigate." Archbishop Blood Cup replied somewhat casually.
He actually knows more information than other high-level officials. After all, one of his incarnations died in the ruins of Sothos.
But when it comes to a ‘living immortal’, he doesn’t want to directly confront the opponent before he opens the seventh element.
‘Although the ‘God of Suffering’ is finished... he at least pointed out a way forward for us... In this era, perhaps an ‘immortal’ can really be born!’
'Maybe it's my turn next.'
Archbishop Blood Cup felt a burning sensation in his heart.
Hiss!
At this moment, a slight hissing sound of a snake suddenly sounded from the altar behind him.
A trace of dark red blood gushes out from the cracks in the altar, continuously spreading outward.
"My lord!"
Archbishop Blood Cup's expression changed, he took the lead and knelt down, chanting loudly: "We pay homage to the 'Lord of the Bones', the god in charge of February!"
"You are the master of the ghouls, the master of bones and blood, the great serpent that coils around the world!"
…
Amidst the bursts of prayers, the altar in front suddenly roared, greedily devouring the two high-ranking Lotus Eaters who were relatively close.
While screaming, all their flesh and bones turned into dark red mist, which filled the altar, revealing a pair of terrifying huge vertical pupils!
The Blood Cup Archbishop also screamed, and the blood vessels in his body exploded, squirming and crawling on the ground like small snakes...
"My Lord...I am guilty!"
The old man screamed, and regardless of the blood dripping from his body, he lay respectfully in front of the altar, crying and confessing his dark psychology.
The torture-like scene lasted for half an hour.
Finally, amid a harsh murmur that seemed to be composed of countless snake hisses, the fog on the altar quickly dissipated.
The Archbishop of the Blood Cup stood up tremblingly, his back became much more stooped, but with a cold look in his eyes, he swept over everyone present: "The great 'Lord of the Bones' has sent down the oracle!"
He crushed a ball of flesh and blood and let traces of blood-red liquid outline in mid-air, forming several lifelike portraits.
The voice of the Blood Cup Archbishop is like the cold wind in winter:
"Check-"Evil Spirit" Auclair Sotos!"
"Check--Aaron Uggs from Green Forest!"
"Check - the Sotos family, all the information about the Earl of Green Forest, the most important thing is his belief!"
"Check - after the revival of the spiritual tide, all the hidden existences with honorable names, whether they are dead or still existing...the focus is on the 'False Spirit' and the Void Spirit Sect!"
"I want to know everything about them!"
“Remember – whatever it takes!”
All the senior management of the Lotus Eaters present were shocked. The oracle of the 'Skeleton Lord' was taken seriously as never before!
But they did not dare to have any objections. They had all seen the tragic situation of the archbishop before.
At this time, I couldn't help but praise the 'Lord of the Bones' even louder...
…
‘Blood of Decline’, a secret meeting point somewhere.
The scholarly leader Bojin Soren stood solemnly, looking at the gourmet in front of him who was slowly cutting steaks on the dining table, with a trace of uneasiness on his face.
This gourmet has platinum curly hair and an elegant and impeccable manner.
But in fact, he is the president of the ‘Gourmet Association’ – Flanders!
A favored person of the ‘Mother of the Night’!
"I hope you won't disappoint the Mother Goddess!"
Flanders wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin and gave final instructions.
"Master Chairman... our ancestor of the 'Decline Blood' is just an exile from the Sotos family... We really know very little about the legendary Earl..."
Borgin Sauron had just explained something, and his neck seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
Not long ago, when Flanders arrived, a certain senior executive of 'Decline Blood' who did not recognize him, which was a bit rude, was now on the dinner plate!
Borgin Sauron suddenly looked solemn: "We will do whatever it takes to serve the Mother Goddess!"
