After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The intrusion of the assassins triggered the palace's tight security.

A large contingent appeared, with golden-armored warriors protecting the king's safety, the royal guards controlling the entrances to key routes, the royal guards quickly clearing out the attacking enemies, and black-clad assassins silently observing every move around them.

The four armies symbolize the true strength of a king. There are always eccentric individuals who want to assassinate the king, and dealing with these madmen is just their most basic daily task.

The situation was quickly brought under control, but Elfins' sudden death struck John like a heavy hammer blow.

The Great Sage has already begun his operation, but Medivh, the pillar of the state, is not currently in the capital.

John took a deep breath, realizing he had to shoulder the heavy responsibility, and asked in a deep voice.

Are there statues of goddesses in the palace?

Charles was stunned. Could this assassination attempt be related to the Vatican?

"Yes, in the front hall..."

"Immediately take men to smash the statue and activate the magic circle set up by old man Medivh." With that, John immediately turned and strode towards Diana's bedroom.

Charles scratched the back of his head, somewhat puzzled. The archbishop had actually asked them to destroy the goddess's statue.

A holy song drifted over, and John finally sensed the presence of the goddess's magic. As he received the goddess's blessing, his entire body burst forth with dazzling light.

The principle was deconstructed, and the blessing was bounced back, striking a guard and instantly turning him into a pool of blood.

This sudden scene stunned Charles, who stood frozen in place. John, turning around with blood trickling from the corner of his eye, roared with a ferocious expression, "Hurry up and go!"

"yes!"

The singing was coming from the front hall. The music seemed to be stuck in a loop, playing a strange rhythm with a melodious yet powerful beat.

The nuns' ethereal voices gradually grew hoarse, yet their voices rose in waves, like a complex prayer, with judgment becoming the sole response, centered around the entire palace.

The journey to the front hall seemed incredibly long. Charles had never felt so exhausted. Twisted illusions slowly unfolded, and his whole body felt as if it were sinking into a warm ocean, with each step bearing immense pressure.

"General, we...it seems we're under attack!"

The guards came panting to him, wiping the large beads of sweat from their foreheads, and looked on in pain as they sought Charles's help.

"Of course, I can tell..."

The suffocating pain made Charles stop in his tracks. He looked anxiously toward the main hall, where the mournful sound of the horn finally rang out.

Oh oh oh!

A magic circle based on seventeen magic stones quickly unfolded, and the rich magic power transformed into a light shield that dispelled all confusion.

The pungent smell of blood instantly filled Charles's nostrils, and he realized that he had arrived at the banquet hall in the front hall, where all the guests who had come to celebrate the birth of the prince were lying on the ground, their bodies torn to pieces.

On the polished floor, the glistening pool of blood rippled in the gentle breeze.

Even with broken fingers, the band members remained immersed in their performance. One of the drummers, wielding two bloody bones, stood solemnly, intently providing the drumbeats to accompany the nuns' hoarse, heart-wrenching singing.

Without any hesitation, the moment he regained consciousness, Charles swiftly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it directly at the goddess statue on the wall.

With a snap, the bowstring snapped, creating a sonic boom. The arrow, piercing the blood mist, shattered the stone statue like a cannonball.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread out layer by layer, and the instant the stone statue's head hit the ground, the shockwaves of blood gushed out countless jets of blood, overwhelming and engulfing the royal guards.

In a single encounter, the guards were completely wiped out, and Charles was also hit by several arrows, rolling out of the front hall.

Exhaustion struck again. Charles was about to wipe away the blood obscuring his vision when his hand suddenly rubbed off a large piece of skin from his face and his two eyeballs.

"Your Majesty, the Archbishop..."

His rapidly beating heart seemed to respond to the rhythm of sacred music, frantically gushing blood from Charles's body.

With trembling hands, Charles put the two eyeballs back in their original positions, and in the crimson darkness, he saw a pair of pitch-black eyes.

boom!

The instant their eyes met, Charles's body shattered and disintegrated, turning into a pool of blood...

The unending singing weighed heavily on John's heart. Perhaps he should have been on high alert when Oswald informed him that Thorne had disappeared in the Northern Territory.

At the very least, he could not agree to let Medivh leave the capital at this point in time.

Standing alone in front of Diana's palace, John watched as the guards continued their work. Even now, John had no idea where they had taken Princess Diana.

After no further attacks were received, John deduced that Charles must have destroyed the statue of the goddess.

But they couldn't wait to take action soon after Thorne disappeared, which suggests that Thorne really did have many unknown secrets hidden within him.

Could all of this be related to Thorne's resurrection?

John couldn't understand why their understanding of the world was on completely different levels.

The only thing that is certain now is that after Diana is killed, she will most likely transform into a cursed incarnation.

Elfins' intelligence indicated that they intended to use Diana, who had become the embodiment of the curse, to cleanse the human kingdom.

But what exactly they are cleaning up, and what will happen after the cleaning is finished, no one knows.

The soldiers rushed over, stood at attention, and saluted, saying, "Archbishop, we have eliminated all the assassins, and the princess has been moved. The king has instructed us to invite you to the main hall."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

John looked at the powerful magical shield in mid-air. He had to admit that Medivh had prepared ample backup plans; at least they could hold out until Medivh returned to the capital.

Following behind the soldiers, John was still sorting through the latest intelligence. There were some questions he couldn't understand, but that didn't mean Oswald couldn't understand them. Often, the key to breaking the deadlock lay in some overlooked details.

The hoarse singing stopped abruptly, the light overhead flickered, and John stopped in his tracks. The melodious, restless music in his ears finally revealed its murderous intent.

In the blood pool of the front hall, a pair of enormous eyes slowly emerged.

Surrounding the light shield, countless rays of light refracted repeatedly, finally revealing the dark eyes in the pool of blood.

The sky opened up like countless eyes, and John recognized them—these were Oswald's stolen eyes.

Click!

The instant his body shattered, John unleashed a vast surge of emerald-green magic, rapidly repairing and stabilizing his form.

The light rope in his hand whistled past, obscuring the vision of the soldiers in front.

However, just a few seconds later, bursts of blood mist erupted and exploded in the palace, and anyone who made eye contact with the eyes in the sky died instantly from the explosion.

The Papacy, in the end, stood on the opposite side of the goddess.

John's hands trembled uncontrollably as he drew the sword from the soldier's waist and, in an extremely bizarre posture, began to cut around the skin of his arm.

From wrist to arm, he peeled off a layer of wrinkled skin, the dripping blood flowing into his fingertips and quickly condensing into intricate magic circles.

After completing the final removal, John shook his skin towards the sky with a whoosh, and blood-red light arrays bloomed one after another. His ever-growing and extending skin covered the entire light shield, blocking the flow of light and shadow.

Dim light shone in from outside, and everyone who looked up at the huge, clearly textured piece of skin felt a sense of physical discomfort.

The bizarre scenes that followed filled them with even greater fear, especially for the soldiers who had experienced the battle against the Blood-Clad Saintess; it was undoubtedly another nightmare replaying itself.

As expected, a mutiny broke out in the royal palace.

Going against the flow, John used his magic to heal his wounds as he strode quickly toward the main hall.

The worst situation now is not the death of the king, but...

A powerful burst of immortal magic swept past, and the music finally moved into the next chapter. Before he could even take a step, John suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Looking up again, the once exquisite and elegant main hall had been reduced to ruins.