Chapter 326: Disturbance (Please Subscribe)

Plymouth.

The streets were full of patrolling police officers, and the Guard had set up checkpoints at major traffic arteries and intersections, vigilantly scanning every passerby.

The sky was covered in dark clouds, and the atmosphere was heavy to the point of freezing.

All of this was said to be related to the terrible attack that occurred during the Pope's speech.

Metana Yake, daughter of Baron Jacques, returned with her mother to their family residence in the Queen's District.

Her mother was constantly wiping away tears with a handkerchief; upon seeing the familiar house, she began to sob in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Metana, I'm sorry..."

He actually knew more intelligence than any other high-ranking official; after all, one of his avatars had fallen in the Sotos Ruins.

Therefore, he had successfully retreated unscathed afterward, and not only that, he had also obtained a "reward"!

The shadow flowing in his hand belonged to that Crown of the Invis Kingdom who had been assassinated by the "God of Suffering"—the "Spirit World Shadow"!

This was the spiritual remnant of a Sixth Primordial Substance Extraordinary; whether used for exchange or crafted into a Magical Item, it was a massive fortune!

Metana felt indignant inside, but the expression on her face became calm: "Fine, but we need to wash up and dress first; this is aristocratic etiquette."

But it involved a "Worldly Immortal," and before he had unlocked the Seventh Primordial Substance, he did not want to directly confront the other party.

Anyone involved with the "God of Suffering" and the "Blood Covenant Law," whether commoner or noble, had to undergo investigation.

"Investigate—the 'Evil Spirit' Auclair Sotos!"

There was competition even among evil cultists, perhaps even more intense than in ordinary societies.

The old man screamed, ignoring the blood dripping from his body, and knelt respectfully before the Altar, weeping as he confessed his dark thoughts.

……

Metana comforted her mother and pressed the doorbell.

"My Lord!"

'Although the "God of Suffering" is finished... at least he pointed out a path forward for us... in this era, perhaps a "Changsheng" can truly be born!'

'The Military Intelligence Department, they were lying in wait for me on purpose; this is truly too much!'

"Investigate—after the Spirit Tide Revival, all Hidden Existences possessing a True Name, whether they have perished or still exist... the focus is on the "False Spirit" and the Ethereal Sect!"

Flander wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin and gave his final instructions.

A high-ranking Lotus Eater asked cautiously.

Hiss!

Just then, a faint snake-like hissing sound suddenly rang out from the Altar behind him.

The Blood Cup Archbishop's expression changed; he took the lead in kneeling down and chanted aloud: "We pray to the 'Lord of Buried Bones', the God of the Second Month!"

Every high-ranking Lotus Eater present felt a chill in their hearts; the Divine Oracle of the 'Lord of Buried Bones' was of unprecedented importance!

But they dared not have any objections; they had all seen the miserable state of the Archbishop earlier.

His complexion was haggard; it was none other than 'Baron Jacques'. Seeing Metana and her mother, he couldn't help but make a gesture: "The Holy Spirit is above, it is truly good that you are safe, I... I regret this so much!"

Bojin Suolun, a leader with the air of a Scholar, stood solemnly, looking at a Gourmet who was leisurely cutting a steak at the dining table, a trace of unnaturalness appearing on his face.

"Your Excellency Archbishop... and the mysterious person who appeared in the History Mist, do they need to be investigated?"

"I want to know everything about them!"

But in reality, he was the president of the 'Gourmet Association'—Flander!

The 'Blood Cup Archbishop' wore a blood-colored robe, his appearance aged, holding a mass of constantly flowing shadow in his hand.

Finally, amidst a harsh babbling that seemed to be composed of countless snake hisses, the mist on the Altar dissipated rapidly.

Wisps of dark red blood surged out from the cracks in the Altar, continuously staining the surroundings.

"This operation... at least... we did not come away empty-handed. Next, notify our people to lie low as much as possible, and if necessary, evacuate Plymouth; do not confront the wrathful Invis!"

Amidst the bursts of Prayer, the Altar in front suddenly roared, greedily devouring the two high-ranking Lotus Eaters who were standing nearby.

The scene, which was like a torture session, lasted for a full half hour.

……

The Blood Cup Archbishop also let out a scream; the blood vessels on his body burst, wriggling and crawling on the ground like small snakes...

A burning heat rose in the heart of the Blood Cup Archbishop.

"It's okay, Mother, you were just controlled by an Evil Domain spell!"

A God's Favored of the 'Mother of Night'!

"I hope you do not disappoint the Mother Goddess!"

The secret center of the 'Lotus Eater' society in Plymouth.

"My Lord... I have sinned!"

'The next one might be my turn.'

Metana comforted her: "That hateful guy is already dead; everything will return to normal."

……

"Investigate—the Sotos Family, all the information on that Green Forest Earl, most importantly his faith!"

Amidst the screams, their entire flesh and bones turned into dark red mist, permeating the Altar and revealing a pair of terrifying, huge vertical pupils!

"You are the Master of Ghouls, the Dominator of Bone and Blood, the Great Serpent coiling around the Mortal World!"

After the surprised maid screamed, a middle-aged man with messy hair immediately ran out.

"Investigate—Aaron Yugesi from Green Forest!"

This Gourmet had platinum-blonde curly hair, elegant manners, and was impeccable.

"Remember—at all costs!"

The Blood Cup Archbishop climbed up shakily, his back becoming much more hunched, but his gaze was icy as he swept over everyone present: "The great 'Lord of Buried Bones' has sent down a Divine Oracle!"

He crushed a mass of flesh and blood, letting wisps of blood-red liquid outline several lifelike portraits in mid-air.

The "God of Suffering" betrayed, and the attempt to open the Seventh Primordial Substance failed simultaneously; although the grand Alliance to which the "Mother of Night" and the Lord of Hidden Corpses belong could be considered to have suffered a setback, the mood of the Blood Cup Archbishop was quite subtle.

The Blood Cup Archbishop smiled and spoke to the high-ranking members of the Lotus Eaters before him.

The voice of the Blood Cup Archbishop was like the cold wind of winter:

"How could it be that simple?" Baron Jacques gave a bitter smile, and then his expression changed immediately.

The two special agents looked at each other: "Agreed!"

At this moment, they could not help but praise the "Lord of Hidden Corpses" even more loudly...

"Blood of Decay," a certain secret gathering point.

As an assistant in this attack, he did not directly participate in the incident at Speech Square, but merely led many "Lotus Eaters" to create chaos in Plymouth, pinning down a reinforcing "Crown" of the kingdom.

Also in Plymouth, somewhere underground.

"It's okay, everything is in the past."

Metana looked next door and discovered two people wearing black trench coats with cold temperaments walking over, flashing their credentials: "We are from the Intelligence Bureau; we would like to invite the three of you to come back and assist with an investigation."

"Hmm, let's investigate then," the Blood Cup Archbishop replied somewhat nonchalantly.

"Lord President... the ancestor of our 'Blood of Decay' was merely an exile from the Sotos Family... regarding that Legend Count, we truly have limited knowledge..."

Bojin Suolun had just finished explaining when his neck felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible palm, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Just a short while ago, when Flander arrived, a certain high-ranking member of the "Blood of Decay" who had failed to recognize him and thus appeared slightly rude was now on the dinner plate!

Bojin Suolun's expression immediately turned solemn: "We will certainly spare no effort to serve the Mother Goddess!"

(End of this chapter)