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Chapter 587 How could the guard's dog be a heretic! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

"Silence! Divine Shackles!" Ludwig's roar echoed through the heavens.

The old bishop had appeared on a high point to Ludwig's left, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

Six pure white chains of light shot out from the void, each one wrapped with ancient Hebrew runes.

Mordred's pupils shrank sharply. He was about to activate Blood Escape when he found that his throat was being gripped by an invisible hand. Ludwig's silencing spell could even seal the power of words of a Saint!
"Judgment - Archangel's Sword!" Li Chen's voice, like divine punishment, appeared to Mordred's right.

The sky suddenly split open, and a giant, flaming sword a hundred meters long burst forth from the clouds.

Liquid holy light flowed along the sword, distorting and shattering the space wherever it passed.

The Blood Demon's True Form! Mordred was unable to speak, but he frantically channeled his demonic power.

His body instantly swelled, dark red demonic patterns transformed into solid armor, and three pairs of bat-like blood wings extended from his back.

This is a life-saving technique that burns one's life essence; it was used to withstand a blow from the Pope when he was young!
However.
laugh!
Li Chen's flaming greatsword fell without any hindrance.

Mordred was horrified to discover that his true form as a blood demon was sliced ​​in two like a hot knife through butter.

The sacred fire spread wildly along the cross-section, burning away every drop of blood demon energy that tried to escape.

Mordred's mangled body knelt on the ground, and even in death he did not understand why Carlos had brought two killing gods instead of easy prey.
Silence returned to the forest. Ludwig landed gracefully, his old face flushed red: "My lord, that sword strike...it was simply...simply..."

He was so excited that he was incoherent, and his monocle tilted to one side.

Ludwig wanted to say that he was even more powerful than the Pope in his youth, but he knew that would be disrespectful to the Pope, so he didn't say it.

Carlos knelt on the scorched earth, trembling all over.

It was not only because of the excruciating pain of breaking the blood pact, but also because of the awe-inspiring power of this earth-shattering sword strike.

He suddenly felt very fortunate that it was the chairman who had betrayed him!
If it's Li Chen who's going to betray him, then he's going to suffer this blow.

Deacon Lina's silver hair danced in the residual heat, her azure eyes reflecting the sacred flames as she frantically jotted down notes in her notebook: "The lord's thumb was slightly bent when he swung the sword, seemingly alluding to Revelation Chapter 7."

Li Chen yawned lazily.

This job was easier than he had imagined. Someone was leading the way, someone was controlling the situation, and all he had to do was finish off the enemy.

Li Chen waved his hand: "Clean up the battlefield, and remember to put the guild leader... uh, put him back together neatly."

There was nothing he could do; Li Chen had chopped it into some pieces, but not many.

Soon, Alfred led a powerful group of knights to annihilate the remaining members of the Blood Demon Society in the vicinity.

These knights shouted battle cries that shook the heavens, as if afraid others wouldn't know they were going to make a name for themselves.

Lina knelt on a flat stone slab, her silver hair falling down, writing furiously on a parchment scroll.

She wanted to record in detail Li Chen's great achievements in wiping out the Blood Demon Society, which would become the most glorious chapter in "The Record of the Holy Words of the Guardians".

"Include Bishop Ludwig as well," Li Chen lazily ordered.

Upon hearing this, the old bishop quickly waved his hand, "No, no! I am merely..."

“This is an order,” Li Chen interrupted his refusal.

Ludwig's eyes immediately welled up with tears, his white beard trembling as he said, "Student...Student obeys!"

He was so excited he almost dropped his monocle and broke it.

Only after Li Chen and his group left did Carlos dare to approach Mordred's remains.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and stroked the chairman's wide-open eyes.

"Rest in peace, President," Carlos murmured. "Don't worry, I will take good care of your wife, daughters, and subordinates."

Thankfully, the guild leader didn't hear it, otherwise he would have been resurrected and killed in no time. The news of the Pope's personal guards annihilating the Blood Demon Guild leader spread like wildfire throughout the entire Eternal Day Empire.

In the streets and alleys of Holy Radiance City, in taverns and teahouses, everyone was talking about it.

"Have you heard? The royal guard cleaved the Blood Demon Guild leader in two with a single sword strike!"

"That's not all! My cousin works for the Vatican, and he said the aftershocks of that sword strike burned the entire Black Pine Forest to the ground!"

Inside the Holy City Church dungeon, Carlos said to Alfred, "The Royal Guard has ordered me to interrogate heretics. You may leave for a moment."

The reason Alfred is here is definitely because he and his men captured the people, so that others won't steal the credit.

Carlos's interrogation was also Li Chen's idea, since Li Chen didn't want to work and could just let his subordinates handle this kind of thing.

Alfred nodded and said, "Understood."

He had no choice but to obey Li Chen's orders; he didn't dare to ask why.

If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one.

After Alfred and his men left, only deathly silence remained in the dark dungeon.

A Blood Demon Order deacon, bound by chains, raised his head, and when he saw Carlos's face, his eyes widened in fury:

He struggled to lunge forward, the chains rattling: "It's you! You traitor! You killed the chairman!"

Carlos walked slowly to him, took out a white handkerchief with gold trim and wiped his hands. He leaned down and lowered his voice: "Watch your words, Deacon Horn. We are now honorable members of the Holy See."

Horn was so angry he spat out blood: "Pah! You bastard!"

"Three minutes." Carlos held up three fingers. "I'll give you three minutes to consider. Now that the Guild Master is dead, our blood pact no longer exists. Will you continue to be a rat in the gutter, or will you, like me, walk openly in the sunlight?"

After saying that, he pointed to the brand-new holy emblem on his chest.

Horn's angry outburst came to an abrupt halt. He stared intently at the holy emblem, a look of struggle flashing in his eyes.

Carlos smiled with satisfaction and turned to walk towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

Mordred's four wives were imprisoned there.

Even as prisoners, these four beautiful women retained their stunning charm.

“Ladies,” Carlos said with a perfect gentleman’s bow, “I think you are well aware of your current situation.”

Leona raised her head, a ruthless glint in her eyes: "Kill me or let me go."

“No, no, no,” Carlos interrupted her with a smile, “The Royal Guard is very merciful. As long as you are willing to pledge allegiance to the Holy See and sincerely repent before the Royal Guard, you will not only be able to live, but also be bathed in holy light.”

He winked meaningfully, as if to say, "You all know what I'm about to say. After all, the Imperial Guard is a Saint Realm expert, and all you have is your own beauty."

The four ladies exchanged glances. The eldest lady was the first to react. She bit her red lips and lowered her long neck slightly: "We are willing to repent."

“A wise choice.” Carlos clapped his hands and summoned a maid. “Take the four ladies to bathe and change. Remember, they should wear the finest silk robes and be sprayed with rose perfume.”

Carlos was in high spirits as he walked out of the dungeon.

He looked up at the church spire; the sunlight was perfect.

From this day forward, he will no longer have to hide, but will be a proper and upright deacon of the Papacy!

As for those stubborn individuals who refused to cooperate, Carlos touched the Holy Light Dagger at his waist, a cold smile playing on his lips. Anyway, the Royal Guard had said that heretics should be killed.

Carlos is not a heretic, he is the Royal Guard's dog. How can the Royal Guard's dog be a heretic?

(End of this chapter)