There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

“Your Holiness, everyone is here except for Bishop Kera, who is resting in the infirmary,” Yorick said as he approached the Pope.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." The Pope nodded, then looked around and asked, "Have you explained the reason to them?"

“No,” Yorick shook his head.

"Yes, that's good." The Pope already had the answer in his heart; he was just asking to confirm it.

He arrived at the very center of the Roots Hall, attracting the attention of everyone present, and said, "Esteemed bishops, priests, and all believers present, I am very sorry to have called you here at such a busy time."

"But I think some people know what happened today." After a moment of silence, the Pope said with some sadness, "Bishop Ralph has sacrificed his life."

"......"

The Pope's words caused a stir in the Hall of Roots. Those who were unaware of the situation or only knew a little about it hurriedly turned around and searched the Hall of Roots. When they found that Bishop Ralph was not there, they were all incredulous, especially those who had seen Bishop Ralph that morning.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the Pope continued, "The people who attacked Bishop Raff were cultists from the Church of the Dead. We found traces of the Church of the Void near Bishop Raff's body."

"At the same time, Bishop Kera, the first to discover the body, was also deeply troubled by the curse trap left by the Church of the Dead."

"In order to find the real culprit, I will use the power of the sacred tree here to examine everyone present. Please cooperate with the investigation."

The priests of the Church of Honolulu certainly had no objection to this, and the Pope's last words were clearly addressed to the non-Honolulu priests present.

After all, besides commoners, there are also many nobles from the capital here. If these people are unwilling to cooperate with the investigation, things will become quite troublesome.

Some nobles might think this is a waste of time and restricts their freedom of action, but their riots will only make them waste more time. What's troublesome is that they are a group that knows this, yet still chooses to cause trouble.

However, he was quite lucky today; so far, no nobleman seemed to be standing up to cause trouble.

But does this mean that the Christian who returned to seclusion was not one of these nobles?

Thinking this, the Pope began to cast a large-scale Void Survey spell. A pale blue ring burst forth from the roots of the Holy Tree, sweeping across everyone's bodies. Lu Qing only felt a gentle breeze before the Void Survey spell ended.

After the Void Survey Technique ended, a dark red gas that could be seen with the naked eye floated above the heads of everyone present.

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Chapter 522: The Uses of Bloodstone

"........"

The entire Root Hall fell silent for a short time. They looked at the dark red gas above their heads and then at the heads of the people next to them.

Everyone here has traces of residual void energy on their bodies!

"Sigh." Suddenly, the Pope sighed, and before anyone could react or cause a commotion, he turned to Yorick and said, "I know who that Void Cultist is."

"What?" Everyone present snapped out of their daze after hearing the Pope's words, some wondering why the Pope would say such a thing.

Unlike them, Lu Qing and Knight Myron both showed expressions of sudden realization. The moment the Pope spoke, they understood all the key points.

This doesn't mean the priests below weren't intelligent; it just means they had different information than Lu Qing and the others.

"May I ask who you are, Your Holiness the Pope?" Yorick asked softly, gazing calmly at the Pope.

"..." The Pope stared at Yorick in silence for a long while before letting out a deep sigh and saying, "Yorrick, I never imagined that you really were..."

“We’ve known each other for ten years now,” Yorick suddenly said, looking at the Pope. “Even if it’s been ten years, it doesn’t mean you can ignore me, does it?”

After speaking, he looked at Lu Qing and Knight Myron and said, "Your Highness and Knight Myron, you're here to keep an eye on me, aren't you? As expected of you, you're still as cautious as ever." Yorick smiled and said with a hint of admiration in his voice.

“I originally planned to secretly leave traces on some people to conceal the marks on myself, but you made me call everyone over.”

"In that case, no matter what I do, you'll eventually discover it using Void Detection..." Yorick paused, then looked at the Pope and asked:

"Besides me, there must be other people who could have contact with everyone here, so why did you think of me first?"

"Hehe..." The Pope chuckled, then said, "Because I never even considered that others could have access to everyone; I just confessed everything myself."

"So, what do you plan to do next?" Yorick asked, completely unfazed by the sarcasm in the Pope's words.

"Can you give up resisting? That would make things easier for me, and you'd get a less beating." The Pope slowly took a step forward, with the faint phantom of a resentful spirit appearing behind him.

Just as the atmosphere became quite tense, a soldier stumbled in from outside the Root Hall. He stared blankly at the scene unfolding inside, then quickly shouted:

"Your Holiness, no, this is terrible! A large number of Guiji believers have stormed into the capital prison; they want to break in!"

"What!?" The Pope's expression changed drastically upon hearing the soldier's words.

Regarding the person imprisoned in the capital prison of Vanhusdan, he was the only one he could think of as a reason for the Guiji Sect to break him out of prison.

The founder of the Church of Tranquility, codenamed Number One, is Archbishop Angus!

........

"We've finally arrived. Even with only half our manpower left, this prison is still incredibly tough to crack," Number Two said as he walked on the stone surface inside the prison.

“Based on the intelligence we’ve gathered over the years, the Archbishop is right down here,” Number Five said, following behind Number Two.

"Did we pay too high a price to rescue the Archbishop? Does the Archbishop really deserve our..." Number Five hadn't finished speaking when he saw Number Two's cold eyes staring at him, and he quickly swallowed back the rest of his words.

"Number Five, you must remember, no matter the cost, the Archbishop's rescue is necessary. Why? Because the Archbishop is the most outstanding sage in our sect," Number Two said coldly to Number Five.

"If you continue to act this way in front of the Archbishop, it won't be as simple as a warning." After saying this, Number Two ignored Number Five and walked down the stairs without looking back.

"Gulp..." Number Five swallowed hard, then hurriedly followed behind Number Two. For a moment, he felt as if Number Two really wanted to kill him, and he believed that if Number Two really wanted to do that, he would not survive more than half a second.

Upon arriving at the lowest level of the prison, Number Five quickly met the most mysterious person in the cult.

"Tsk, this is really troublesome." After arriving at the lowest level, Number Two looked at the "cell" where the archbishop was being held and said.

Before Number Two and Number Five appeared a coffin-shaped structure made of branches from the sacred tree, its surface covered with mysterious runes. The archbishop was currently imprisoned inside.

"They actually used branches from the sacred tree to make 'cells'; they really went all out," Number Two said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What? This thing is made from the branches of the sacred tree?" Number Five looked at the coffin-like object in astonishment. He had already thought that the mysterious runes carved on the coffin were outrageous enough, but he never expected that this thing itself was also made from the branches of the sacred tree.

"To be locked up by something like this, the Archbishop is truly formidable," thought Number Five, a tongue darting out from his lips as he licked them.

"So how are we going to release the archbishop? We can't just carry this thing back with us, can we?" Number Five thought of something and looked at Number Two to ask.

“I have my own methods, which will be perfect for testing the plan.” Number Two took out three crystal-clear, blood-red gems from his pocket and placed them next to the 'cell' where the archbishop was imprisoned.

"Isn't this the bloodstone we collected?" Number Five thought, looking at the bloodstone on the ground with some curiosity.

He had a very deep impression of this thing. For a long time, Number Three had been urging them to collect these things. Later, because the plan failed and they couldn't collect enough, Number Two ordered Number Three to slaughter a large number of peripheral members, which finally made up the number of bloodstones.

He had been wondering what this thing was for, but unexpectedly, Number Two took it out.

"Was it specifically designed to save the archbishop? Wait, only three were used here," Number Five thought to himself, watching Number Two's actions.

At that moment, a massive void power surged from Number Two's body, causing it to twist and expand continuously until it transformed into a tall, fleshy flower.

Number Two's body writhed, extending three hollow tentacles that sucked the bloodstone into its body. After spending some time digesting the bloodstone, Number Two swallowed the entire 'cell' into the flower bud in one gulp.

"vomit......."

As if suffering from indigestion, the fleshy flower that Number Two had transformed into trembled violently, as if it were about to vomit it out at any moment. However, Number Two resisted the urge to vomit it out and continued its actions.

Soon, his flesh began to rot extensively, and large amounts of foul-smelling blood flowed from Number Two's body onto the ground.

"Wow!"

Number Two spat out the 'cell', and all the mysterious runes on the 'cell' had lost their effect. The legendary sacred tree branch, which was said to never rot, had also rotted and disintegrated.

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Chapter 523: A New Order

“It seems something very serious has happened.” Yorick said with a smile, looking at the Pope whose expression changed drastically upon hearing the guard’s words.

"Heh, I don't believe a bunch of rats hiding in the shadows can breach the capital's largest prison." The Pope chuckled twice, looking at Yorick, and said, "For me, the most important thing right now is to capture you."

“If it were a prison under normal circumstances, we certainly couldn’t break through, but what if the number of people in the prison has been reduced by at least half?” Yorick said, then looked at the soldier who had rushed in and said, “Otherwise, why would this guard be in such a hurry?”

"Perhaps." This time, the Pope did not refute Yorick's words, but turned to the guards and said, "Tell the guards who are sealing off the cathedral that the situation is urgent and that they must immediately return to the royal prison. Under no circumstances should the cultists be allowed to break into the prison."

"Yes!"

Although the guard still didn't understand the situation, he could still understand what the Pope was saying. After responding, he hurriedly ran out of the Hall of Roots.

"Oh, it's already successful?" Yorick suddenly thought to himself, as if he had sensed something.

“It seems we won’t have a chance to fight each other for the time being,” Yorick said suddenly, looking at the Pope.

"What?" The Pope looked at Yorick with some doubt and said, "You don't think you can escape from me, do you?"

“Hehe…” Yorick chuckled twice and said, “We’ll meet again in the future.”

After he finished speaking, a burst of hot steam was released from Yorick's head, and with a loud "bang!", Yorick's brain exploded instantly!

"This..." The Pope, covered in bits of flesh, looked at the scene before him with a grim expression, then immediately turned around and said, "Quick, let's go to the royal prison!"

He didn't believe Yorick committed suicide after giving up on escaping; what he was seeing could only mean one thing.

Yorick ran away!

“Bishop Hammer, please keep an eye on this body. I will be back as soon as possible,” the Pope said as he approached a bishop from Honlissam.

After speaking, without waiting for Bishop Hammer's reply, the Pope entered the spirit world passage that had opened in front of him and disappeared into the cathedral.

"Sir Myron, let's go too!" Lu Qing immediately reacted and looked at Sir Myron.

“Yes, Your Highness!” Knight Myron replied immediately.

"Will bringing someone with you affect your running speed?" Lu Qing asked Knight Myron after the two ran out of the cathedral.

Her own movement speed was still too slow compared to the Pope's movement speed in the spirit world passage. In order to reach her destination as soon as possible, having Knight Myron give her a ride was a good idea.

"There's no impact..." Knight Myron replied with a somewhat strange expression after hearing Lu Qing's words.

Oh no, I've become a mount.

"If it won't have any impact, then... no need, I have a plan!" Lu Qing looked at the buildings on both sides, recalling the location of the Royal Capital Prison in her mind, and her eyes suddenly lit up:

"Sir Myron, you go to the royal prison first, I'll catch up with you."

"What?" Just as Knight Myron was about to say something, he saw Lu Qing suddenly flick a silver-white thread from her left hand, which wrapped around the protrusion of a building in the distance. In the blink of an eye, she was standing on the roof of a building on the street.

"Huh?" Knight Myron stared blankly as Lu Qing flew onto the roof and disappeared from his sight.

"Do royal tutors even teach people how to scale walls and leap across rooftops?" Knight Myron wondered, quite puzzled.

He certainly knew how to climb walls; in fact, if he wanted to, he could easily jump to the top of the building next to the street, but doing so...