When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 985, 1453: The Fall of the Holy Throne City (Part 2)
Under the moonlight, the cold mist swallowed the spire of the Holy Throne City.

The moonlight flowed like mercury-silver ice on the frozen battlements until it was crushed into pieces by the flying vampires.

The battle flag in Cancun wailed like tearing silk in the north wind.

The catapults hurled granite and tiny skulls that screamed as they crashed against the dome of the Papal Palace like meteors.

The gold leaf crumbled off like an avalanche under the heavy blow, revealing the decayed, blackened wooden frame inside.

The millennia-old faith has been torn from its silken robes, revealing its withered ribs.

The monks knelt in this centuries-old sanctuary, their hands clasped together, praying with unprecedented devotion.

Tears, sweat, and the blood of despair flowed down from his head and neck, mixing together and flowing like a stream across the magnificent palace floor.

Priano heard the muffled thud of the city wall collapsing, the crisp sound of frost javelins piercing armor, and the increasingly heavy footsteps outside the door.

The curtain was adorned with pearls. Priyano lifted it and knelt before the icon for the last time.

He used a golden cup to collect a glass of wine mixed with holy water from the dirt on his arms.

He put on the triple crown, touched his forehead to the stone slab, and recited the prayer he had repeated countless times since childhood.

“Our great Lord, Your Spirit walks in heaven…”

Granite projectiles flew in, sending dust billowing through the entire sanctuary, but Priano's prayers grew louder and louder.

"...You witnessed the suffering of humanity, yet possessed boundless compassion, striving to save and redeem, bearing the sins of all..."

Seemingly due to the deflection caused by the stone projectile, the once warm chapel floor now turned cold, with chilling air seeping in like venomous snakes from the doorway.

"...Thank you for your sacrifices, thank you for your kindness, thank you for the war you fought for the world..."

The crisp sound of weapons clashing mingled with desperate cries, and the rustling of bats flitting across the night sky.

"...May your name live on forever, Amen."

Priano straightened up and waited for a long time, but he did not receive the fifth oracle.

Perhaps God's gaze has completely shifted to that Horngal of the Holy Alliance?
He always referred to the Holy Alliance as heretics, but after reading Horn's books and debates, he would occasionally ponder them late at night—

Could it be that in the eyes of the Lord, the church is heresy?

This question will only be answered when he returns to the embrace of Myrcella.

When the blood-red guards pried open the gate, they found not the living pope, but a stiff corpse.

He knelt stiffly before the icon, his eyes narrowed, dark red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The triple crown worn atop his head was the only thing in the entire sanctuary that shone.

"Confirm his identity and present the triple crown to Lord Cancun."

As the first ogre in history to breach the Holy See, the palace in Cancun was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The servants knelt on either side of the palace entrance, trembling, not daring to look up.

On the railings, each head is adorned with the head of a high-ranking monk or cardinal.

This was the masterpiece of the Cancun general when he had nothing better to do.

But at this moment, this terrifying ogre warlord was pacing around the palace with a worried expression.

His two greasy beards hung down, with small braids tied at the ends, and his thick, straight nose was as big as a baby's arm.

He opened his gaping maw, revealing scarlet gums and yellowed, decayed teeth, and his first words were: "What are we going to do? What are we going to do?"

It's no wonder Cancun is worried; for the ogres, the royal court possesses the finest blood food, which can suppress the curse inherent in ogres.

It's not that ogres can't control these blood foods; higher-ranking ogre overseers have their own channels.

But border cannibal generals like Cancun rely entirely on blood food made by vampires.

Otherwise, given the cannibals' appetite of consuming 300 living people a day, Cancun would likely be half-starved.

Just as Cancun was fretting, crisp footsteps echoed on the palace steps. The powerful ogre warlord immediately went to greet them, but the person he respectfully welcomed greatly surprised the servants kneeling at the door.

A woman, an exceptionally short woman.

She wore exquisite gold-plated high-heeled boots, revealing her fair and drooping calves, her entire body shrouded in a huge black robe.

Her face was obscured; only two strands of white hair hung down from under her hood.

Standing before the massive Cancun, she felt like a mouse before a tiger.

"Mother, Mother, I've conquered the Papal Palace!" Cancun gave the woman a fawning smile. "Am I a good boy?"

The woman extended her hand, and Cancun immediately knelt down, placing his head beside her hand.

"My dear, you're such a good boy." The woman chuckled, stroking Cancun's head. "My most, most obedient child."

"Hehe." Cancun was laughing at first, but then his laughter stopped halfway through. He looked miserable. "What about the royal court?"

"Are you afraid of the royal court? Your mother has already removed all the royal court's spies from the army for you. This army is entirely yours now."

"But what about blood food? I'm not a member of those big gangs (ogre warlord families), I have no blood food sources..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You have an army now, and my Blood Guards. Why should you be afraid of the royal court?"

“I can tolerate it as long as they don’t kill my mother.” Cancun raised his head, two strands of clear snot running down his fleshy nose.

The woman took out Priano's blood-stained silk robe and wiped Cancun's snot: "What if they want to kill you, Mother?"

"Then I'll go kill them!"

"That's right." The woman patted his cheek. "Once your mother gets the Vampire Holy Grail, you'll have blood food for the rest of your life, okay?"

"Great, great!" Cancun clapped.

"As for the royal court, let your mother figure something out." The woman stroked Cancun's bald head, whispering as if soothing a baby to sleep, "Good boy, good boy."

The terrifying, square-shaped ogre, over four meters tall, was now squinting its eyes in a state of enjoyment.

The mania and pain caused by cannibalism vanished at this moment, leaving only a dreamlike tranquility and peace.

This was extremely important to the ogres.

Although the ogres and vampires gained unimaginable power, they also suffered from uncontrollable illnesses after Lilith's disappearance.

The longevity of vampires represents the loss of their senses of touch, smell, taste, lust, and various desires; they need even more stimulation to obtain pleasure.

The cannibals still retain all their senses, but at the cost of uncontrollable mania and an insatiable appetite; their craving for spirits and roasted meat is limitless.

After entering a state of peace, why is it that everyone in the empire has connections with the royal court, even the holy grandson of Horn?
Because the Flesh and Blood Royal Court is the empire's largest producer of grain and precious metals, and also its largest consumer export market.

An embargo by the Kingdom of Fran could drive vampires and ogres who are deprived of sugar, spices, and spirits into a frenzy.

Cancun, like a dog, lay by the door with its tongue lolling out, fast asleep, its foul-smelling drool spilling all over the floor.

As for the woman, she bypassed Cancun and walked step by step into the palace.

Without ordering servants to wash away the bloodstains in the palace, the woman, whom the warlord soldiers called "Lady Serfaye," slowly walked toward the high papal throne.

On the throne cushion, a triple crown adorned with jewels, jade, pearls, and diamonds shimmered in the moonlight.

Especially the triple-linked olive crown, which is filled with a bright golden color.

When wrinkled fingers lightly touched the crown, the gold color quickly turned a dark red, as if red ink had been added to clear water.

What was originally reflecting a faint white luster has now turned red.

With a joyful smile on his lips, Serfaye spun around and sat down, his cloak sweeping across the papal throne, and crossed his legs.

She played with the crown for a while before gently placing it on her head.

After a moment, she chuckled softly, "Hey, don't hide from me. It's been a thousand years since we last met. Don't you want to catch up, my dear sister?"

(End of this chapter)