hotmtlnovel Chapter 612 111 Identity Exposed
Chapter 612 111 Identity Exposed
Chapter 612-111- Identity Exposed
The power of the "nuclear explosion" gradually dissipated, and everything around it was razed to the ground.
The temple has completely disappeared, only the statue of Harald still stands tall.
Charlotte and others stood on a "floating" ground, surrounded by the boundless starry sky, and occasionally they could see chaotic void storms and thunder constantly wandering and flashing.
The next moment, Harald's statue suddenly lit up.
A milky white light bloomed, covering everything around it as if covered with a layer of hazy fog.
Soon, the starry sky that seemed like flowers in the fog suddenly became distorted, and the whole world began to undergo strange changes, like a deformed oil painting...
And when the light faded, the surrounding scene had changed again.
The destroyed temple reappeared, the murals, the dome... were quickly restored as if time had gone back.
After a while, everything around returned to normal.
Charlotte and the clergy were still standing in the temple. The marble floor was as smooth as new, and the reliefs on the walls were intact, as if the battle just now was just an illusion of everyone.
"Illusion...illusion?"
A clergyman widened his eyes.
"No... it's not an illusion. I'm afraid it's the solidified magic 'Moment of Eternity'."
Selena glanced at the injuries on everyone's bodies that had not recovered along with the temple, then glanced at Gregory XII who was lying on the ground not far away and was dying, and said in doubt.
Gregory XII was seriously wounded.
His robe was torn to pieces, and the artifact scepter in his hand, the Holy Hand, also had cracks. His entire body was severely burned, and his chest collapsed unnaturally, looking horrible.
Obviously, the "nuclear explosion" just now was real.
However, the clergy's attention was not on this treacherous chief.
Because they, like the Demon Hunter Cardinal Selina, were all in a state of shock and doubt.
As for Charlotte, her attention was attracted by the statue of Harald again, and she fell into deep thought.
“Eternal… the moment of eternity?! No… how is this possible… isn’t that the blessing bestowed upon the Holy Palace by His Majesty the Divine Master in the legend, the unique blessing of eternal space and time on the Miria continent?! And… and this blessing has already become ineffective as His Majesty the Divine Master fell into a deep sleep!”
A high priest muttered in disbelief.
Demon Hunter Cardinal Selina had a complicated expression.
She glanced at the Blood True Ancestor standing next to the statue, then looked at the lifelike reliefs, swallowed her saliva, and murmured:
"Do not……"
"Perhaps... it's not that the blessing has lost its effect, perhaps... this is the real Holy Palace."
Really...the real holy palace?
The clergymen widened their eyes.
"No... the real Holy Palace? This... how is this possible?! This..."
The elderly cardinal was excited and at a loss.
“Ahem… hehe… hahahaha…”
"Why? After discovering the truth hidden by Harald and the church...are you... shocked?"
A hoarse and weak voice was heard, it was Gregory XII lying on the ground.
He stood up tremblingly, leaning on his staff, and said with a strange laugh:
"Yes, you didn't expect this, did you? This is the real Holy Palace... This is the secret that has been hidden by successive chief high priests for generations..."
"Harald, who stole my Lord's power... is nothing but a dog of the blood race! You, his followers, are actually no different from his blood servants!"
“Hehe…hahaha…cough cough cough…”
Gregory XII acted like a madman, and his remarks soon aroused the anger of the clergy.
"Shut up! You shameless apostate and heretic! The glory and majesty of our Lord cannot be desecrated by fallen people like you!"
A young high priest said angrily.
"Apostate?"
Gregory XII had a mocking expression on his face, and his crazy face soon turned angry:
"Humph! The real apostates... are you! The real traitor... is Harald!"
“You are the apostates! You are thieves! You are robbers! You are shameless maggots who stole the power of my Lord! Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”
Gregory XII coughed violently and his face turned unnaturally pale.
The clergy grew more angry.
They were about to curse but were stopped by the Grand Commander Angus. Following Angus's gaze, they looked at Charlotte, who looked like the "True Ancestor" standing in front of the statue of Harald in deep thought. Everyone had complicated expressions and fell silent.
Those who can become high-level clergy are not fools.
Although their faith is firm, although their belief is devout, although they are unwilling to believe it in their hearts, everything they saw today... has actually pointed to a reality that is difficult for them to accept.
The Holy Royal Court...I'm afraid it really originated from the vampires!
And the Saint Lady they followed... was the returned True Ancestor of Blood!
This is a cruel reality that is enough to subvert their three views.
Of course, even if they realized this incredible truth, it did not mean that the clergy would agree with Gregory XII's subsequent wave of outrageous remarks.
Grand Commander Angus's expression was as gloomy as water.
Finally, as if he had made up his mind, and as if he had convinced himself of his inner struggle, he regained his composure and said calmly:
"Even if my Lord was indeed a descendant of blood, and even if the Holy Royal Court did originate from the blood race, my Lord's reputation... is not something that an apostate like you can smear!"
"Harald? Honor? Haha...hahahaha...I'm just a thief! What honor can you talk about?"
Gregory XII was spitting blood and laughing strangely.
"Oh? Why? Could it be that... you still want to say that everything in the Holy Royal Court originally belongs to your Sun Temple, to that madman Helios?"
A faint voice sounded.
It's Charlotte.
Her attention had completely shifted away from the statue.
Seeing the calm look she gave him, Gregory XII flinched a little.
But soon, he returned to his crazy state again and continued to laugh strangely:
"Haha...hahaha...isn't it? All of this should belong to my Lord. It should belong to my Lord!"
As he spoke, his expression became more and more crazy, and his face became more ferocious:
"You will not win. You will never win! Blood Progenitor! Today is the day you will fall! You will fall! You will lose everything!"
"Not just you! But also them, these followers of Harald, you will die! All of you must die! The great Lord... will return to the highest throne with your death!"
"My Lord...will take back everything that belongs to Him!"
"Everything will belong to the eternal sun! To the true holiness! To the great supreme ruler!"
“Hahahahahahaha…hahahaha…cough cough…”
Gregory coughed violently, then slowly collapsed, his eyes gradually lost their spirit, but a crazy smile still remained on his face. Gray gradually spread over his body, and soon he turned into a gray-black "sculpture", and then turned into ashes with a bang.
Only the nearly broken artifact scepter "The Divine Hand" lay in the ashes, almost losing its divine light.
Seeing this scene, the clergy were stunned and Charlotte frowned.
Turned into ashes after death... Obviously, Gregory XII, like the blood elves of Luna Island, was not a real living being.
The Guardian Staff took a step forward.
It picked up the divine scepter "The Holy Hand", sensed it, let out a surprised cry, and then frowned.
"Guardian Staff, have you found anything?"
Charlotte asked.
The Guardian Staff nodded.
It glanced at the other clergymen, and then said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, this divine weapon... has been damaged."
Charlotte's identity has been exposed, and there is no need to cover it up anymore.
When the priests in the temple heard the Guardian Staff addressing Charlotte, their expressions became more complicated.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little subtle. Charlotte read many emotions from the eyes of the people, including helplessness, confusion, disbelief and pain, as well as fear, vigilance and depression...
However, there was no hostility.
Obviously, no matter what Charlotte's true identity is, no matter what the origin of the Holy Court is, Charlotte has used her actual actions to tell these clergy that she is not their enemy.
"The Divine Hand is a divine artifact after all. It is impossible for it to be damaged so easily. Has its power been overdrawn a long time ago?"
Charlotte asked, looking away from everyone.
"Yes, Your Majesty, its divine power is almost exhausted. I'm afraid it had already overdrawn its strength before the battle and used it for something else."
The Guardian Staff replied respectfully.
夏洛特皱了皱眉：
"The Divine Hand can amplify magic. If that's the case... I'm afraid the Temple of the Sun has activated something extraordinary."
The Guardian Staff's expression changed:
"Oh no! We must have fallen into a trap!"
"Your Majesty the True Ancestor! This is not the alien space opened up by the Mirek Shrine, and the practices of the Sun Temple are also different from the past! It seems that you are not the only one who has 'come back'!"
"Almost all the high-ranking clergymen of the church have followed you here. If this is a trap... I'm afraid all the saints are in danger! We need to leave here as soon as possible!"
Tune the tiger away from the mountain!
This idiom came to Charlotte's mind.
"Let's go, leave here and return to the Holy City!"
Charlotte said with a serious look.
After she finished speaking, she took the lead, used her divine power to split open the space channel, and left the temple.
The clergy looked hesitant.
Until the Guardian Staff looked at them:
"What are you still standing there for? The Holy City might be in danger. As followers of our Lord, it is time for you to defend the sacredness!"
The clergy had different expressions.
Angus, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, gritted his teeth and said:
"All Paladins, listen up! Follow... Her Highness the Saint, and support the Holy City!"
Angus' words temporarily set the tone for the confused knights.
Soon, the silent Demon Hunter Cardinal also stood with Angus and expressed his attitude with practical actions.
The priests looked hesitant.
Finally, the oldest and most respected cardinal also stood up:
“Listen to Lord Angus! Regardless of the origin of our Holy Court, we are all devout believers! Regardless of the true identity of Her Highness the Saint, since She has the favor of our Lord, She is now... Her Highness the Saint of our Holy Court!”
The old cardinal raised his arm and called out, and the priests no longer hesitated.
At all times, we must distinguish between major contradictions and minor contradictions.
Although they still looked worried and hesitant, the priests finally cheered up and followed several legendary priests out of the temple.