My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 399 The Priestess

Ruins of dilapidated castles or ancient monasteries are not uncommon in the snowy landscape of the North.

Unlike the relatively stable environment and atmosphere in the south, the northern border has been filled with killing and strife for thousands of years.

Meanwhile, a small, insignificant trial is taking place amidst the ruins of a monastery.

“Mr. Clive, it has been decades since we last met.”

"In fact, we haven't seen each other that often since we worked together three hundred years ago to help the church escape the crisis of being wiped out."

"The church will always remember your contributions. Without your act of turning away from darkness and embracing the light, we would probably not be able to gather together and strive to spread the grace of our Lord."

"But... you're still too careless."

"So much so that you've even forgotten that after losing the spells you relied on for survival, you're completely unable to hide the Church's pursuit of you."

"Isn't this why you've been able to use clones to move around in the outside world for so long?"

“You’ve been blinded by anger, which has clouded your judgment and led you to expose our location.”

"Although the Church has great power in the North, the discovery of those secret underground strongholds is a loss that is difficult for the Church to bear, even for the Church."

"But even so, given your achievements and contributions, this is still something that can be forgiven."

"but……"

"Without sufficient intelligence, a rash assassination attempt against a Grand Duke indirectly resulted in the death of a bishop, serious injury to another bishop, and minor injury to another who also needs time to recover."

"But you are unharmed."

"Moreover, at this critical juncture, your exposure has directly led to further pursuit and killing."

A soft female voice reached Clive's ears, who was immobilized and unable to move, causing his already paralyzed body to tremble involuntarily.

He desperately wanted to say something, but faced with such an insurmountable gap in strength, he was powerless to do anything.

He could only watch helplessly as the bald priestess recited his sins, one by one.

"Although Rosne still has combat strength, she does not possess strong fighting ability except for her excellent survival skills."

“Barrow is a powerful fighter, but the serious injuries he suffered last time won’t heal in just a few days.”

"The wounds inflicted by the great sage were far more severe than those inflicted by the cardinal."

"Besides... you know very well that they are not our people."

"If the operation had succeeded, it would have been fine, but not only did it fail, it also resulted in the loss of a bishop, an underground base, and the remaining two bishops also sustained injuries of varying degrees."

"You not only failed to retrieve our Lord's blessing, but you also failed to kill Roland."

"You only managed one thing: to get out unscathed."

"Do you think your achievements are great enough, so you've started to act recklessly? Or have I been too lenient with you over the past three hundred years, causing you to have inappropriate thoughts?"

"This defeat even displeased our lord."

"The attack that killed Aika affected my lord through the blessing he received."

The priestess slowly walked to Clive's side and pressed Clive's head, which was already bowed, to the ground.

"Use your last breath to atone for your sins."

"At the same time, I also feel fortunate."

“Our Lord has not blamed you; on the contrary, he has decided to bestow abundant blessings upon you.”

"And you will become the vessel of blessings."

"Don't worry about anything, not even death."

"After death, you will become one with our Lord and enjoy supreme glory."

After speaking, the priestess gently patted Clive's shoulder and then walked out of the monastery ruins.

Following behind her were two bishops from the Amnesty Council. Although they were both injured to varying degrees, it did not affect their ability to move around.

But soon, a sudden change occurred.

An invisible pressure field instantly subdued the two injured bishops.

After the priestess finished doing all this, she turned around and said, "I apologize to you both."

"You are also part of the ritual."

"Enjoy the blessings from our Lord."

"Even though we belong to different factions, I would like to express my congratulations to both of you at this moment."

“If I had a mission to fulfill, I would also like to return to the embrace of my Lord…”

……

“Your Excellency, are you sure the location is here? There doesn’t seem to be anything suspicious.”

Accardo stood at the front of the group, raising an eyebrow as he looked towards the distant monastery: "And didn't you sense a subtle sense of danger?"

Clark's brows furrowed as well: "Clive's soul is indeed here, but... just as you said, I also sensed a dangerous aura."

“Have the Royal Army soldiers stop… No, Suren, you all go with them first. Stay on the perimeter, Lord Alucard, Mr. Ross, and I will go in together.” “Legendary-level powerhouses are quite accurate in their premonition of danger, especially when multiple beings sense something is wrong.”

Suren, who was accompanying him, nodded and soon began to retreat with the other two Grand Inquisitors.

On the other side, the royal army dispatched by the Blood Demon King's Court, as well as the elite squads of the Lich King's Court, also began to retreat under the orders of Alucard and Ross.

Young Ross's expression was equally subtle: "Gentlemen... the bloodline magic of the lich race contains knowledge of divination."

"The results told me that if we continued, the outcome would be quite bad."

"We'll only know after we see... By the way, before we officially enter, let's report the situation and our concerns to our respective headquarters. If something really happens, at least someone will be there to collect the bodies, right?"

"Even if it falls into the hands of those madmen, it's not certain that it will leave behind an intact body."

Accardo joked, and then a sword formed from congealed blood appeared in his hand.

“I will walk at the front, Your Excellency, you will be at the back of the procession, let Ross be in the middle.”

“He is young and doesn’t have much combat experience, so I think you wouldn’t mind looking after him.”

Clark smiled and nodded to indicate that there was no problem, as did Ross.

He's not the kind of guy who acts recklessly just to show off or prove his abilities.

Otherwise, the king would not have sent him to carry out the mission.

Accardo's suggestion was the most appropriate answer, and he had no reason to refuse it.

Although the three were cautious, they did not move slowly.

As a high lich, Ross possessed a wealth of magical skills. After a thorough investigation, he confirmed that there were no trap spells in the monastery, but there were indeed three powerful magical reactions, all at the ninth-ring legendary level.

Clearly, this is the target they are looking for on this trip.

but……

Why did they not react when the three of them got so close, even though they were clearly strong at the same level?
There are no offensive traps, nor any binding or banishing spells or formations.

What made those three bishops so calm?
The three did not choose to go directly into the monastery, but instead made a short stop at the foot of the mountain where the monastery was located.

In their eyes, this distance was sufficient to observe the view of the monastery.

The figures of the immortal bishop Rauschni and the evil-eyed bishop Barrow, who were standing at the entrance of the monastery, stood motionless in front of the ruins of the monastery, their eyes fixed on the three people at the foot of the mountain.

"Have they discovered us?" A small bone staff appeared in Ross's hand, and magic began to accumulate on it.

“Obviously.” Accardo agreed with Ross’s assessment: “However… their condition is a bit strange, so don’t rush forward.”

Clark, however, paused to think and turned to ask, "Mr. Ross, are you sure your detection is accurate?"

"Rest assured, Your Grace. Although we are of different races, our interests and goals are aligned at this moment. I have no need to deceive you in any way. Doing nothing will only harm me."

“You misunderstand. What I mean is, did you really detect all the array settings? I’m not referring to the combat spells, but the so-called sacrificial arrays that only madmen would use.”

Clark's words startled Ross.

He really hadn't checked.

"Hold on."

Once he realized what was happening, Ross swung his bone staff, making no attempt to conceal his magical energy and aura. A massive surge of magical energy flowed as he swung his staff, washing over the ruins of the monastery.

The two bishops remained silent in response to this behavior.

At this point, even without Ross reporting the situation, the seasoned Clark and Accardo realized that something was wrong.

At this point, it's better to run away in humiliation than to stay in the same place.

"retreat!!!"

Cardinal Clark shouted with great force, and the sound immediately reached the ears of the royal army and the three grand judges who were still waiting in the distance.

Accardo didn't shout; he didn't think he had a voice as loud as the old man's. He simply raised his hand and shot out a jet of blood, which exploded as a signal to retreat.

The two men, carrying Ross who was still in shock, quickly retreated, covering several thousand meters in the blink of an eye, and arrived beside Wang Tingjun and the three judges.

"Run! Everyone, run! As fast as you can! Get away from that mountain and the monastery! Use your top speed!"

Clark looked at Suren and the three Grand Inquisitors and shouted loudly, while giving Suren a push to signal him to retreat quickly.

Acardo frowned and said, "Discard all heavy equipment, travel light, and retreat immediately, the faster the better! I allow your ranks to break up; leave this area as quickly as possible!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a terrifying beam of pure black magical light shot straight into the sky from the location of the monastery, accompanied by the desperate sprint of the joint action team members.

The pillar of magic light, which combined the life essence and magic reserves of three legendary powerhouses, expanded to an unimaginable size almost instantly.

Even in the city of Herria, more than a hundred kilometers away, and even further away in the city of Yalan, the beam of light that shot into the sky could be clearly observed.

Even more terrifying was that after the beam of light struck the sky... the sky shattered.

Like glass, winding, straight cracks appeared in the sky.

Then appeared a huge, black, silent hole.

(End of this chapter)