Chapter 368 Chapter 24 The Unlucky Dark Apostle

Chapter 368 -24- The Unlucky Dark Apostle

The sword light pierced the sky with a supreme majesty.

After that sword strike, the crimson radiance quickly dissipated, and the dark apostle's aura also disappeared.

Sprinkling black and red blood fell from the sky like raindrops, and the sulfur-like breath mixed with a strong bloody smell hit the face.

That was the blood spilled by the Dark Apostle.

Looking at the black and red rain of blood, Charlotte's eyes narrowed slightly.

After all, the Dark Apostle is a legendary transcendent.

For Legend, their flesh and blood have already changed qualitatively.

At the beginning, Boulder had evolved into a taboo city full of ghosts and monsters due to the remaining power of the Balrog Valaroka. If this blood rain fell on Lutetia, Lutetia would also suffer from similar pollution.

And just as the rain of black and red blood was about to fall, the Church struck again.

I saw the "sun" that symbolized the three legendary priests blooming brilliantly, and a huge holy light descended from the sky, shining on the blood rain.

Immediately afterwards, the blood rain quickly melted and purified under the light of the holy light.

When the divine radiance faded, the blood rain had all melted away.

What fell on the ground was only the profuse photons.

Seeing this scene, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the Holy King's Court is the Holy King's Court, the most powerful Orthodox church in Miria.

Although the reputation of the church has been clouded by increasing corruption over the years, protecting the weak and implementing holiness and justice are still the creeds pursued by those who are devout.

With the presence of three legendary priests, they would naturally not watch Lutetia polluted by the dark apostle's power.

After the blood rain was purified, the three round suns representing the legendary priests also slowly "extinguished".

The artifact Eternal Sun was withdrawn, and the divine radiance gradually faded.

Among them, a round of the sun set in the direction of the palace, a round of the sun flew towards the outer city, and a round of sun rays converged, and finally returned to the Lutetia Cathedral in the distance.

The three legends left the stage, and Hao Han's coercion quickly weakened.

The day-bright sky returned to darkness, and the sky above Lutetia also returned to calm.

Only the eloquent photons sprinkled on the ground, like a dream.

Charlotte stretched her hand out of the window, and the photon fell into her palm, and she could no longer feel the power of the dark apostle.

Only magic that dissipates quickly.

Feeling the power of the blood that was split into the purest elemental power by the Holy Light, Charlotte's eyes showed a trace of regret:

"It's a pity that I can't absorb the blood rain."

After all, the Dark Apostle is a legendary blood descendant, and his blood also carries strong blood power.

For others, that blood is a source of pollution, but for Charlotte, it is a tonic that can be absorbed and devoured.

Of course, she just felt sorry for it.

With the presence of the three legendary priests and the legend of the royal family, even if she wanted to devour the blood, she would not dare to take the lead.

Thinking of this, Charlotte couldn't help but look in the direction where Jian Guang flew up, thoughtfully:

"The silver sword just now is very similar to the Judgment Sword of the Varwa family recorded in the literature. Could it be... that the one who made the move was the king?"

King Louis V of the Crescent - Louis de Varva.

If Charlotte remembered correctly, the most outstanding monarch of the New Moon Kingdom for hundreds of years, the king who was honored as the "Great One" by the world, was himself a legendary sword master.

The battle of the legends is over.

It took less than five minutes from the appearance of the dark apostle Albrecht to the exit of the three legendary priests...

The legendary battle is shorter than Charlotte imagined, and it may be that the strength of the two sides is too great.

This massive battle came suddenly, fought fiercely, and went quickly, until

The legends left the stage one after another, and the people on the ground reacted.

All the buildings in the capital were lit up almost at the same time. People pushed open the windows, looked at the sky with lingering fear, and asked each other what happened just now.

In the manor, all the servants of the Castel family woke up. The outside of the mansion was full of servants and knights. They looked at the sky and whispered to each other with expressions of awe and excitement.

When Charlotte put on her coat and came outside the mansion, Sebastian was calling the waiter to check the damage of the manor. Although the battle between the legends just now was mainly in the sky, the aftermath of the shock also affected the ground.

Especially the inner city.

In the manor rented by Charlotte, many windows of the mansion were broken, and those sophisticated magic lamps were damaged by the aftermath of the legendary battle.

Gods fight, mortals suffer, that's probably what they said.

Sebastian was slightly taken aback when he saw Charlotte walking out of the mansion in her outing clothes.

He came to the girl, saluted respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Master, are you... going out?"

Charlotte nodded:

"Go out and pick up a leak, no one will follow you, keep busy."

Pick up... pick up the leak?

Sebas froze for a moment.

He glanced at the sky subconsciously, and after a little hesitation, he asked with some doubts:

"Is it... the battle in the sky just now?"

Charlotte smiled, but did not answer, but nodded lightly, and then turned into a group of flying bats and disappeared into the darkness.

...

Lutetia Cathedral, inside the central hall.

In front of the majestic and sacred statue of the God Lord, the high priest Charles in a holy robe slowly opened his eyes.

The sacred light faded from his eyes, he sighed slightly, and saluted reverently towards the statue:

"My lord, may your brilliance be eternal and immortal, and may your will be on earth as it is in heaven..."

The next moment, the door of the hall was pushed open, and two figures walked in, one in front and one behind.

One was wearing a bright red trial robe, and the other was wearing a white and purple cardinal robe. They were the Grand Judge Bernard of the Crescent Parish and Cardinal Joseph the Demon Hunter.

"How about it?"

High Priest Charles looked at the two colleagues.

Bernard, the chief judge, looked a little ugly, he shook his head slightly, and said:

"The one who escaped was Albrecht, the third apostle of the Gorefiend Cult. He escaped quickly and decisively. Not only did he give up his broken arm, but he also burned his own blood."

As he spoke, the brilliance in his hand flashed, and he summoned a black severed arm from the void.

The severed arm was floating in mid-air, wrapped in a golden cage, and was struggling under the light of the holy light, which looked extremely strange.

The incision of the broken arm was as smooth as a mirror, and a silver power was remaining there, burning like a silver fire.

High Priest Charles glanced at the silver flame, paused slightly, and looked at Cardinal Joseph:

"What about the palace?"

Cardinal Joseph the Demon Hunter hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing his expression, High Priest Charles shook his head:

"Forget it, needless to say, with His Majesty Louis' temper, it shouldn't be a good word."

Cardinal Hunting Demon sighed, but soon became serious again.

He took out a somewhat damaged parchment scroll and a thick notepad from his arms, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency the High Priest, this is what I found at the place where Albrecht appeared, and it has been confirmed. It should be left by Bertrand de Wittere, which is the estate of the Waiter family. , there is a teleportation circle connected to the underground temple."

The chief priest's heart moved:

"Bertrand? The high priest of the Gorefiend Cult? What about others?"

Demon Hunter Cardinal Joseph shook his head:

"He's already dead. Judging from the scene, his blood should have gone berserk and died. His body was broken, and...even his soul has completely dissipated."

"Blood runaway? The soul also completely dissipated?"

The high priest frowned slightly.

He took the parchment and notepad and glanced at them briefly, but his face was not very good-looking.

Taking a deep breath, he handed the parchment and notepad back to Cardinal Hunting Demon, saying:

"Let's dispatch the Demon Hunter Knights. In addition, carefully investigate the place where the Dark Apostle appeared, and find out if there are any other power left."

"Other forces remain? You mean...there is still a fourth party present?"

The chief judge's eyelids twitched.

The chief priest Charles did not deny it, but let out a long sigh and said:

"We... probably were taken advantage of."

...

On the outskirts of Lutetia, in a desolate abandoned cemetery.

The crow croaked, screaming and hoarse, and the little phosphorous fire was looming, mysterious and deep.

In the center of the cemetery, in front of an apparently modified tombstone, stood a strange statue of a demon.

Suddenly, the demon statue glowed with a dark red light, and the surrounding dark magic power was quickly pulled over, forming a huge magic vortex around the statue.

The vortex grew rapidly, gradually distorting the void, and finally turned into a temporary space channel.

The space channel was flickering, it seemed to be hastily opened, and it was extremely unstable.

Immediately afterwards, a stumbling figure fell out of the passage.

It was a tall man, wearing a dark red windbreaker, with two horns on his head, his face was pale, and there was black and red blood on his mouth.

His entire right arm disappeared, and half of his body was almost split open. The wound was still burning with silver flames, dripping black red blood continuously, corroding the ground into potholes emitting black smoke one after another.

The silver flame was like a sore growing close to the bone, stubbornly attached to the wound, and if it wasn't suppressed by the surrounding dark red magic power, it seemed that it would continue to spread along the wound at any time.

The man glanced at the silver flame at the wound with lingering fear, and gloomyly glanced at the direction of the capital Lutecia with his scarlet eyes. The humiliated and angry voice suppressed the abnormal aggrieved and monstrous anger, almost gnashing his teeth:

"Louis V...Holy Royal Court!"

It was the unlucky guy who was forcibly summoned by Charlotte, was brutally beaten by the three giants of the Holy King's Crescent Moon, and was cut off with a sword. The third dark apostle of the Gorefiend Cult "Abyss Walker" Albrecht special.