The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1534 Reincarnation of the Dirt!

The Florentine blood clan plundered and killed innocent people indiscriminately. As a holy religion that has been enshrined by Fintain, it should have shouldered the responsibility of protecting believers. Although killing some insignificant little guys, it didn't solve Florence's blood disaster at all.

This kind of result, which can even be described as fleeing from the wilderness, is undoubtedly difficult to explain whether it is internal or external.

As the highest judge of the Heresy Inquisition, the operation failed so completely, and it was natural for Cynthia to be punished by heaven.

The group of elders has a special status in the temple. All the elders, their fathers and grandparents, have served the temple for generations. They are as honorable as a saint. They made a mistake. They didn't mean to be lenient, and they almost agreed Punish the saint and demonstrate the solemnity of the canon.

In fact, the more important thing is to show the authority of their elders by punishing the saintess.

Cynthia, who had tried her best in Florence, did not argue for herself the whole time.

Public anger is hard to appease.

And this time was indeed a major failure of the Inquisition.

In the end, the Holy King ordered that Heaven Punishment be imprisoned on Siguoya Cliff for reflection, and that he should not step out of Segantines for three months. Only then did the mouths of the elders who were clearly rewarded and punished be blocked.

"Holy King Shengming."

With a satisfactory result, the elders withdrew from the main hall, and Nokiyev, the right envoy who did not make trouble or help in a timely manner, also walked out, as if he was just an unrelated spectator.

"It made you feel wronged."

After everyone left, the Holy King said.

"In the past three months, you can rest at Siguoya and recuperate."

Others couldn't see it, but Cynthia's weakness couldn't hide from his eyes.

Rather than punishment, it would be better to give Cynthia enough time to recuperate quietly.

"This time it was my dereliction of duty, and I am willing to be punished."

Cynthia's tone was calm, and her expression was neither happy nor sad.

Failure is failure.

No need to make excuses for yourself.

She didn't resent the prestige of the elders, her eyes were as rational and calm as ever.

"Holy King, I don't think it's that simple for the blood race to gather in Florence this time."

"What do you think?"

"Chloe's temperament is not that cruel. She has never killed a lot in all these years, and she came forward to stop me in Florence, not because she wanted to fight me to the death, but as if she was protecting something. "

Cynthia analyzed it objectively, as if from the perspective of a bystander.

"There must be something important to her in the dark forest of Italit, but I was unable to continue the search at that time. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, I had to choose to retreat."

In order to quickly take down Chloe, she did not hesitate to burn the mark between her eyebrows in exchange for a short-term surge in strength. There is a lot of risk in such a move, because once the time passes, she will quickly weaken and her strength will plummet. The reason why she didn't choose to pursue at that time.

Her strength has plummeted, and if she leads people to chase after her, once she is surrounded by blood clans, she will die in vain.

"Your choice was wise."

The Holy King made a final decision, apparently not thinking that Cynthia was at fault, but, for some reason, he didn't continue talking about the topic Cynthia raised.

"Thank you for your hard work this time. Don't be careless about the side effects after burning the imprint. A little carelessness may cause irreversible permanent damage. You don't need to think about other things. During this time, concentrate on recuperating. What's the problem? , you can come to me anytime.”

Cynthia's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't hold her own opinion any more.

"Cynthia understands."

She didn't continue to raise her suspicions, and quickly turned around and left the hall.

When Cynthia's figure disappeared, the old man wearing the holy crown leaned on the scepter and slowly stood up on the throne.

"The blood race suddenly gathered in Findan Florentia on a large scale, killing innocent people. This kind of behavior has not happened in more than 100 years. And the Duke of the blood race, Chloe, also appeared there. I doubt that the slaughter of the blood race is It's not just a provocation, it's a conspiracy, and it's not a small one."

At this time, the hall was empty.

This old man, who is the spiritual leader of more than a billion people, seems to be talking to himself, but his tone doesn't sound like he's talking to himself.

Soon, in the empty hall, there was a terrified reply.

"Chloe? Daughter of blood prince Arafat?"

The voice seemed to come from the void.

I can only hear his voice, but not see his people.

"Exactly."

The Holy King held a scepter in his hand, and his tone was not ups and downs, just speaking in a very ordinary way, but with his voice, there were waves of subtle and mysterious fluctuations in the air.

"With such intensive massacres, it's hard to believe that they were just hunting. And Chloe once appeared in Lirenyuan, which is the only place where Luanweiye grows."

"According to records, there is a secret technique of the blood clan, using a huge amount of blood for sacrifice, which can reincarnate the blood clan with a strong bloodline, and Luanwei Ye is just one of the materials needed for this secret technique."

Such news, if exposed, might cause global panic, but the response was unusually flat, like a reminder.

"It is the duty of your temple to eliminate the blood race."

The Holy King fell silent.

……

at the same time.

Fandan.

Florence.

Italit Black Forest.

In the underground grotto.

The dark and thick pool of blood was like a volcano, with dense blood bubbles constantly popping up, almost boiling.

The vampires who had been waiting in the grotto for several months, and even prepared for centuries, were all staring at the blood pool, with excited expressions and wild eyes.

"Chloe, my dear daughter..."

Suddenly, a deep and heavy voice came from the abyss as if across time and space.

Immediately.

The pool of blood boiled even more intensely!
On the surface of the pool, a huge blood-colored face appeared in vain.

At that moment, a huge sense of oppression permeated the entire grotto, and the strong oppressive force from the origin of the blood caused all the vampires in the grotto to bend their knees, face the blood pool, and kneel densely fell to the ground.

"Bu, Luhe, welcome the prince... back!"

Marquis Nunion also knelt down on the ground with his head bowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably because of his excitement.

"Bruch..."

The face that appeared in the pool of blood showed a look of memory.

"You are worthy of being my most loyal servants."

The violent ups and downs of his mood caused Nunion's body kneeling on the ground to tremble uncontrollably.

"Father."

Only Chloe was still standing at this moment. She stood on the edge of the blood pool, looking at the big face in the blood pool, her eyes fluctuated violently.

The pair of terrifying eyes in the pool of blood looked at her.

"My dear daughter, thank you for your hard work..."

Chloe shook her head.

"Father, wait a little longer, you will be back soon!"

Over the Black Forest of Italit, the wind and cloud suddenly changed, and the dark clouds rolled violently, covering the sun and the sky!
"Yeah, after sleeping for so long, I can't wait..."

(End of this chapter)