The Villain Saint is my secondary account

At the top of the building, which is tens of meters high, is a huge stained-glass window with a round window containing a three-pronged symbol, the emblem of the Earth Church, symbolizing a thriving tree.

Reinhardt clung to the window frame, pushed open the glass of the round window, and bent down to go inside.

There was a beam running across the entire hall. He lightly jumped up, grabbed the edge of the beam with one hand, and climbed over.

If I weren't a knight, I might actually have the talent to be an assassin.

Reinhardt thought this to himself and turned his gaze downwards.

What comes into view is a spacious and empty hall.

The lamps hung from the vaulted ceiling and swayed, while on either side were piles of white candles on wooden shelves, their flickering light like stars.

A deep red carpet was laid out from the center, and rows of hunched-over believers were kneeling devoutly on the ground.

In the center of the hall, beneath him stood a towering statue of the goddess Teradrom, depicting a mature and dignified woman.

His eyes were slightly closed as he looked down into the hall, his expression solemn, exuding a sacred aura in the candlelight.

Although the veil draped over her body was carved from stone, it looked at first glance as if it were real silk, flowing and light.

However, the statue's posture is somewhat strange. It is not the usual pose of the earth goddess with her fingers crossed. Instead, one hand is placed in front of her chest, and the other hand is stretched forward with its five fingers spread, as if she is about to throw something.

Beneath the statue is a huge stone basin, where a young female priest wearing a veil bows her head towards the basin, her back to the crowd, and prays softly. Her voice is ethereal and gentle, as melodious as a midnight lullaby.

"Homage to Mother Earth, the mighty land."

"We, these scarred shells, bow down to you in the dust..."

Ethereal sounds echoed in the spacious hall, accompanied by the scent of perfume wafting in the air, and the tranquil atmosphere became even more profound in the flickering candlelight.

Below the statue, a tall, muscular man was kneeling; it was Lancelot.

He bowed his head toward the young female priest, his eyes closed, one hand on his knee, as if he were waiting for baptism.

Reinhardt held his breath, but apart from the unusually quiet atmosphere, which was different from the sacred and peaceful feeling of the Earth Sanctuary he had visited before, there didn't seem to be anything particularly strange about it.

"Mother, please hear our prayers, which are as soft as a mosquito's buzz."

"For this sinner needs your guidance."

The young priestess continued her prayers, and a soft gurgling sound came from the water. Reinhardt noticed that a deep red liquid was slowly flowing from the earth statue beneath him, turning into moving patterns that gradually climbed and condensed on its outstretched arm.

Bright red water flowed from the gray-white fingertips, like spilled red wine, pulling down blood-red silk, swirling and lingering at the bottom of the stone basin.

Then, a blood-red figure slowly rose from the stone basin.

Chapter 202 Metamorphosis

What the hell is this?

Reinhardt was stunned, only to see the ghostly figure formed from the liquid gradually rise, float out of the basin, and embrace the girl in front of the stone basin.

"We are acutely aware of our own insignificance and guilt."

"Therefore I offer you everything, for eternal rest."

The young priest seemed oblivious, her features beneath her veil obscured by the thick, bright red liquid, as she continued to murmur prayers.

Until the last gentle voice faded away in the hall, all the liquid in the basin was absorbed into the girl's body.

Her aura seemed to undergo some strange change as well.

The moonlight cast a hazy glow through the glass window, and in the stillness, the girl slowly turned around.

Because the thin veil covered her upper body, Reinhardt could not see the girl's face hidden underneath; he could only see the blurry curves of her features faintly visible on the silk.

"Owner."

Lancelot gently raised his head.

"The location of the last tomb has been determined."

His tone was respectful, but for some reason, Reinhardt also detected a hint of fear in it.

Fear... Reinhardt found it hard to believe that such a feeling could exist in their invincible Grand Master.

"Ah."

The priestess, draped in a light veil, responded. Although it was the same voice, her demeanor had changed from gentle and profound to cold.

"besides……"

Lancelot's throat trembled slightly. "There was a prison break in the underground dungeon... I... couldn't stop it."

"The other party is that witch's servant. I led the knights there immediately, but that guy from the Temple of Light is also there..."

The girl remained silent, simply standing still.

Lancelot paused, then continued, "The matter concerning the Holy Casket has been leaked... and now some of the lower-ranking nobles are showing signs of rebellion."

"But we've already sent people to monitor their actions, and it will absolutely not affect the upgrade plan in any way..."

"I am very sorry, Master, that my incompetence has disappointed you, and I cannot defeat Julius by fighting on foot alone..."

Lancelot kept rambling on, his rapid-fire words revealing the growing fear within him.

Meanwhile, Reinhardt, who was perched on the roof beam, was astonished as to who Lancelot could possibly address as "master."

Shouldn't they be loyal to His Majesty?

"It's ok."

Just then, the girl in front of the statue spoke softly.

She raised her hand and placed her palm on Lancelot's head, as gently as if she were stroking a baby in swaddling clothes.

"I forgive you, my child."

The scene, which should have been warm and cozy based on the words, felt strangely eerie under the cool candlelight.

Lancelot, however, did not relax. Instead, his expression grew even more tense, and he stammered, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Master..."

"Because it's my fault."

The girl's voice abruptly interrupted Lancelot, "I overestimated your strength."

“If I had blessed you sooner, this would not have happened.”

Unexpectedly, Lancelot's face turned pale instantly upon hearing this.

"No, no, no, Master, I promise you, I will definitely defeat him next time..."

"I don't need any guarantees."

"Ah! Ahh! Ah!..."

The girl pressed Lancelot's head down, causing it to tilt slightly upwards. Lancelot's eyes widened in terror, as if he couldn't control his body, his mouth twisted and agape to its limit.

The skin on his face was ripped open, revealing a dark mouth that occupied two-thirds of his face. The darkness inside seemed to be writhing eerily.

A moment later, a thick black snake slowly crawled out of its mouth, its oily, slick body stretching Lancelot's face so wide it almost tore it apart.

"Well!!!"

Reinhardt stared in disbelief at the horrifying scene, covering his mouth tightly with his hand, trying his best to suppress his fear and not daring to make a sound.

Even though his arms were numb from being pressed against the roof beam, he dared not make the slightest movement.

"Ah."

The girl watched as the black snake crawled out of Lancelot's mouth. The hem of her snow-white veil was lifted, and jet-black tentacles snaked out, pulling at the hissing black snake, tightly wrapping it like outward-expanding flower petals.

"Gurgling..."

It was as if something was being injected into the black snake's body through the tentacles.

"Great Lord, Lord who holds annihilation and chaos, your humble servant offers you everything..."

At the same time, the believers in the main hall began to pray in unison, but the content of their prayers was completely different from before.

Until the dozen or so tentacles released Lancelot's head and retreated back under the veil covering the girl's head.

"His ha——"

Immediately afterwards, the black snake in Lancelot's mouth began to writhe wildly as if stimulated by something, and the half of its body hidden inside Lancelot's body also turned over and over.

Lancelot's expression was one of extreme pain, yet he remained kneeling, unable to change his posture in the slightest.

He could only watch helplessly as the long snake emerging from his mouth swelled larger and larger, its glossy black scales gradually falling off to reveal the blood-red skin beneath.

The fine blood vessels on it were clearly visible, and the dark black tadpole-shaped incantations spread from the tip of the tongue, gradually covering the entire snake's body.

Before long, new scales grew, but not from the snake, but from Lancelot's skin.

Snake scales, which should not belong to humans, pierce through the skin and grow out, covered with bizarre symbols that seem to flow as if they are alive.

Lancelot howled hoarsely until his entire body was covered in dense scales, including his face, which was about to be torn apart.

Blood oozed from the wounds pierced by the scales, flowing down the gaps in the armor and onto the ground, gradually forming a pool of blood.

Moonlight shone on the stained glass window, reflecting the colorful paintings of the believers' suffering. The distorted and pained expressions of the faces on the paintings were so similar to those of Lancelot, who was kneeling below insignificantly.

"Transform, my child."

The tall, muscular, twisted black shadow was magnified and reflected on the high walls on both sides, with serpentine outlines emerging from various parts of its body.

The largest snake head that emerged from its mouth, with its upper and lower jaws resembling a split chrysanthemum, swallowed Lancelot's head in a reverse wrapping motion.

This biologically unnatural feeding caused the snake to fuse with Lancelot's head, the flesh churning and deforming, ultimately becoming a giant snake head growing on his neck.

The snake's head stretched out and rubbed against the girl's arm, like a pet cuddling with its owner.

The girl chuckled softly and gently stroked the snake's head's cheeks, but then, her fair hand beneath her sleeve shattered into pieces like broken porcelain.

"Ordinary containers are still too fragile."

The girl murmured, "Where is that holy maiden from the duchy who came with the airship?"

Lancelot, now in the form of a snake's head, hissed against the edge of the light gauze, as if conveying some message to the other party.

The girl nodded slightly, and then walked down the steps with the strange monster with a snake's head and a human body, following the carpet in the center of the hall towards the chapel's entrance.

Chapter 203 Willing to Take the Bait

The next morning.

Reinhardt, who was lying on the roof beam, opened his eyes groggily.

He didn't dare to move an inch all night.

Reinhardt couldn't remember exactly when he fell asleep.

Now, he only saw a ray of morning light shining into the empty hall through the stained glass window behind him, and the goddess statue stood in the stillness, beautiful and serene.

It's as if what happened last night was just a bizarre and fantastical dream.

No, that was definitely not a dream.

Reinhardt patted his cheeks with his numb hands, and a piece of paper suddenly slipped out of his chest pocket.

He instinctively grabbed it, realizing that this was the very message the servant had secretly given him yesterday.

Yes, he needs to go back and find that servant to find out what's going on.

Thinking this, he unfolded the note and glanced at it, noticing the words on it:

"East of the city, Fragrant Honey Bar."

Huh?

Reinhardt rubbed his eyes. Wasn't that the sentence written on the note yesterday?

He picked up the note in surprise, flipped it over and examined it carefully, but sensed no magic.

The wear and fraying are exactly the same as before; the paper strip is still the same, but the text has changed.

eccentric……

Reinhardt climbed up from the beam and carefully returned to the window.

He didn't notice that after he got up, a few wisps of crystalline dust remained where he had been standing, gradually dissipating into the air.

Since he went to the chapel after the report, no one noticed that Reinhardt had stayed in the palace all night without leaving.