Chapter 908 Gradual Movemen
Chapter 908 Gradual Movemen
Inside the pope’s library in the Holy City…
"Your Holiness, there’s a piece of secret intelligence from the north." A red robe delivered the confidential file sent by the transmission circle in reverence.
Pope Gregory took over the letter and opened it, reading it carefully. The red robe, on the other hand, waited for his instruction, ready to dispatch His Holiness’ order to all the parishes.
"Maltimus has secretly controlled a city in the Schachran Empire that is closed to the northwest of the Dark Mountain Range. He’s planning to arrive through blood sacrifice." The pope appeared rather shocked. It was obvious that he did not expect that the Lord of Hell could have done so much right under his nose. It seemed that years of victories and the chaos at the edge of the Dark Mountain Range had blinded the clerics.
If Aradeline hadn’t been murdered for accidentally discovering the conspiracy of hiding sorcerers and devils, which forced the dozen parishes in the north to investigate with full strength, he probably wouldn’t have known anything until the Lord of Hell arrived.
Slightly riled, he picked up the platinum staff and rose abruptly before he announced, "Summon Ivan and Gwent to Godfrey City to the northwest of the Dark Mountain Range. I shall purge the polluted land myself."
He did not go there alone recklessly. After all, his enemy was a demigod. If he defeated Maltimus with a high price, it was possible that the stealthy Silver Moon would arrive from the sky. So, he summoned two saints to Godfrey City. One of them was a top legend, and the other was close to the peak of legendary. In such a way, there wouldn’t be any problem.
"Understood, Your Holiness." The red robe began to draft the order.
Thinking for a moment, Gregory nodded. "In the meantime, compliment Felix for his remarkable investigation, which will offset his punishment for letting Aradeline be killed."
"As you wish," the red robe said respectfully.
After leaving his seal on the order, Gregory stepped into the transmission circle, planning to destroy the Lord of Hell’s hope before his arrival.
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An hour later, in the high sky of Godfrey City…
Gregory looked down below grimly without saying anything.
Ivan, who had golden hair, scratched his rising nose and said solemnly, "We’re still late."
The city down below had been entirely enshrouded in blood. Painful and yet somewhat charming screams were bursting out. In the middle of the blood, corpses were floating up and down. It was most dreadful.
At the center of the city, a hideous gate, which was engraved with the skulls of countless devils and humans, was disappearing. The intense stink of sulfur was rising.
Gregory sniffed. "It’s not late. At least, Maltimus hasn’t got out of here yet."
His greatest concern was that Maltimus would escape and instigate trouble everywhere instead of fighting him upon arrival. With the guy’s strength as a demigod and his cunningness, the "country of faith" under the God of Truth would be mired in continual trouble, and the sorcerers, dark creatures, and heretical churches that hadn’t been wiped out yet would have a chance to catch their breath.
If a demigod was determined to run whenever he sensed something wrong, it would be quite tricky even though the pope had God’s Arrival.
After saying that, he raised his right hand without any hesitation. Raising the platinum staff high, he said solemnly, "The Almighty God of Truth, you are one, and everyone.
"You are the moment, and forever.
"You are the creator, and master."
Streaks of holy light burst out from his body and flowed on the surface, making him dazzlingly sacred.
In the meantime, the magnificent, solemn, divine, and transcendental vibe descended from unknown heights and completely covered the city.
Inside the city, a fuzzy shadow that had a pair of goat horns appeared. Releasing the horrible air of evil and corruption, it tried to get away from the locking of God’s Arrival.