"Blood Demon Duke! It's the Evil God Blood Demon Duke!"

"What are you all waiting for? Quickly activate the emergency Divine Skill Barrier for the Holy City!"

Seeing the terrifying figure descending, the Cardinal Priest shouted at the pale-faced clergy beside him.

But the clergy of the Holy City stammered:

"Car… Cardinal Lord, all the Divine Arts defenses in the Holy City… have already been destroyed."

"What?!"

The supporting Cardinal Priest widened his eyes.

He wanted to say something else, but saw the clergy suddenly showing horrified expressions, filled with fear.

They opened their mouths wide as if trying to scream, but each of them remained as still as sculptures, unable to make a sound.

Their gazes were all directed behind the Cardinal Priest, their terrified faces drained of blood, as if they had seen some indescribable horror.

The Cardinal Priest only felt as if the surrounding temperature had abruptly dropped several levels, even the Holy Power within him, which was merely somewhat sluggish before, now felt frozen, unable to be drawn out at all.

An indescribable fear inexplicably arose in his heart.

Almost instinctively, he slowly turned around.

At that moment, the entire world fell silent.

The Cardinal Priest saw a pair of black and red eyes.

He could hear no other sounds, nor see anything else; all he could see were those black and red demon eyes.

The owner of those eyes seemed emotionless, revealing no sign of disturbance.

However, those abyss-like deep pupils seemed to be chaos and darkness itself.

They were the eyes of the Blood Demon Duke.

No one knew when the Blood Demon Duke, who had just been above the Holy Palace, appeared behind him.

Just meeting its gaze, the Cardinal Priest felt as though his soul was being devoured by boundless darkness, with various twisted and bizarre thoughts spreading like corrupted maggots in his mind.

All that remained in his vision was darkness, his expression quickly becoming demonic and hideous.

He only felt his blood becoming restless, his thoughts chaotic, everything before him becoming irritating and hateful, filled with an urge to destroy everything.

His mind was left with only those calm demon eyes, while a voice seemed to whisper beside him, provoking all kinds of insane and evil thoughts.

The Cardinal Priest laughed.

The corners of his mouth curled upward in a strange arc, and his gray-blue eyes soon turned crimson, with a layer of profound black covering the whites.

He bizarrely laughed, while drawing out the Holy Sword surrounded by Holy Power, shouting frenziedly:

"Everything… for the eternal sacred!"

With those words, he raised the Holy Sword high, unleashing a pale Holy Power, slashing towards the terrified clergy.

Facing the unavoidable, glaring Holy Sword swinging down towards them, the clergy widened their eyes, their expressions a mix of shock and despair.

However, just as the sword light was about to fall, an arm emerged through the void, a pale finger gently touched the sword tip.

The sword light halted.

The Cardinal Priest's movements ceased.

The Holy light reversed, changing from pale to platinum, retreating along the path it came.

And when the light spread to the Cardinal Priest, his eyes gradually regained clarity.

The scarlet and darkness dissipated, his hideous expression was gradually replaced by bewilderment, and when he realized what he had just almost done, his expression quickly turned to fear and dread.

A glance, just a glance from the Blood Demon Duke, and he, a Legendary Clergy, almost lost his mind, and the other party hadn't even done anything!

The Cardinal Priest hurriedly put away the Holy Sword, his heart filled with endless fear, and amidst his fear, he looked gratefully at the one who had awakened him...

"Thank you..."

He said.

But having said that, he froze.

Before the Cardinal Priest was a silver-haired, red-eyed woman.

She looked about twenty years old, her exquisitely perfect face giving him a strong sense of déjà vu, while her black long dress was woven with familiar thorny rose patterns.

Although she stood there, the Cardinal Priest could sense no presence, as if her existence was just a phantom.

No.

That was no illusion.

The Cardinal Priest could clearly see the other party; he even saw her part her lips slightly, speaking in a cold, ethereal yet majestic voice:

"Step back, this is no longer a mortal's battle."

Mor… mortal?

The Cardinal Priest was momentarily stunned.

Then, as if realizing something, he widened his eyes again.

The perception of a Legendary is incredibly sharp; ordinarily, nothing should be able to escape a Legendary's perception.

Standing before him, yet imperceptible, while not being an illusion, could only mean one thing... the other's existence surpassed his perception!

And the last time the Cardinal Priest felt something similar, it was when the Blood Demon Duke silently appeared behind him.

Thus, the answer was very clear.

Mythical!

He, like the Blood Demon Duke... is also a myth descended upon the mortal world!

The Cardinal Priest's expression shook.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered where he had seen that thorny rose pattern before.

It was from a confidential report from the Falling Star Kingdom's Church Branch, and the existence represented by that iconic thorny rose referred to only one being in the report—

"Bloodline Prince... Dark Night God!"

The Cardinal Priest widened his eyes and incredulously uttered the name that appeared in his mind.

He looked with a complex expression at the figure who saved him, hesitated slightly, and then said to the other clergy:

"Everyone, move back! Evacuate the Holy City residents; this is no longer a domain we mortals can intervene!"

After speaking, he worriedly glanced in the direction of the two deities, then decisively invoked Holy Power to bless other clergy and civilians, leading them away.

Soon, he saw familiar figures appearing one after another.

Not far away, several powerful auras simultaneously emerged, arriving in succession. They were those legendary clergy from the church who had been decoyed away.

The Great Commander of the Holy Hall Knight Order, acting Great Judge, Demon Hunting Cardinal, and several Cardinal Priests from the investigation team of Gregory XII, were all present.

The Cardinal Priest, whose expression was solemn, finally sighed in relief. He hurried forward, greeted the highest-ranking Great Commander Angus from the Holy Hall Knight Order with a salute, and then solemnly said:

"Lord Commander! The Blood Demon Duke has descended! He is confronting the suddenly rewarding Dark Night God! The divine defenses within the Holy Palace have all failed; we must immediately evacuate all residents of the Holy Capital!"

The Cardinal Priest's expression was serious, his demeanor unprecedentedly grave.

But the Great Commander of the Holy Hall Knight Order and others didn't show a surprised expression, as if they already knew the situation. They weren't shocked by the descent of the two myths; they just nodded to the Cardinal Priest. Leading them, Angus solemnly said:

"Don't worry, arrangements have already been made."

The Cardinal Priest hesitated to speak.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, he added:

"Right! There's also the Saintess!"

"When I came to support the Holy Capital, I couldn't find the Saintess!"

Upon hearing the Cardinal Priest's words, the expressions of Angus and others turned subtle.

After a slight pause, Great Commander Angus said:

"The Saintess... had gone with us earlier to investigate the apostates."

The Cardinal Priest's gaze instinctively fell on the crowd, with a hopeful look in his eyes:

"Then, the... the Saintess is here?!"

"The Saintess can commune with our Lord. With the Evil God rampaging in the Holy Capital, only the Saintess can save it!"

"As long as the Saintess prays to our Lord, He will surely cast His gaze, judging the evil trying to overturn the sacred!"

The Cardinal Priest spoke fervently.

But after speaking, he noticed that all the legendary clergy in front of him were silent.

The Cardinal Priest finally sensed something amiss.

His gaze couldn't help but sweep over the crowd, then anxiously said:

"Lord Angus, where is the Saintess? Didn't you say the Saintess was with you to investigate the apostates? Where is she?"

The expression of the Great Commander of the Holy Hall Knight Order grew even more subtle.

He glanced at the Cardinal Priest and then sighed, saying:

"The one who just saved you was the Saintess."

"What?"

The Cardinal Priest's expression was bewildered.

For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard.

But looking at Commander Angus's composed expression and the silent acknowledgment from the other clergy, he finally widened his eyes.

In disbelief, he turned back to look at the figure already far from everyone.

The boundless darkness shrouded the sky; twisted and profound shadows had engulfed everything, overshadowing the battlefield belonging to the myth.

The Cardinal Priest could no longer see the silver-haired figure. All he saw was a vast blackness, all he felt was the massive divine power, climbing incessantly like a storm approaching, terrifying even the legendary ones.

He slightly opened his mouth, his terrified voice tinged with astonishment:

"Are you saying that was the Saintess?!"

"The Saintess... is the Dark Night God?!"

...

In the center of the Holy Capital, the battlefield of myths.

Demons groveled on the ground, worshiping the sky above, where two figures faced off, emanating power beyond that of mortals.

The fierce magic storm lifted Charlotte's silver hair, while the crimson divine power encircled her. In her golden-red pupils, platinum holy light danced, adding a touch of sanctity and pressure to her amid the darkness.

Her gaze fell on the Blood Demon Duke.

Though the black armor appeared more daunting and sinister, although the aura he exuded was more chaotic and dark than her memory, and although the other—unlike in her memory—no longer fervently and respectfully hailed "Lord Savior" upon seeing her but maintained a cold, emotionless silence...

Charlotte still recognized him immediately as the young demon warlock to whom she personally gifted Bloodline Blood when she crossed through history.

Looking at the unchanged appearance compared to her memory of crossing the past, Charlotte's voice carried a hint of sentiment:

"Yabaton, it's been such a long time since we last met."

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