Chapter 3065: Addiction Beneath the Blood 41

The barrier shuddered violently, obviously under immense pressure; Aosiding was shaken until he spat blood, his eyes full of the despair of impending death.

At the critical moment just before breaking through, a figure in a black robe slowly appeared.

Nuoya saw the situation in the room, especially seeing Saiyin actually here, and immediately realized what had happened; Count Saiyin probably rushed straight from the banquet to the Holy Court to take revenge on it.

Seeing Saiyin acting like a madman, willing to pay any price to kill Aosiding forcibly, Nuoya quickly said, "Sitelande! Aosiding's body contains a protective seal derived from a fragment of His Majesty's heart; forcibly killing him will trigger a fierce backlash!"

"This person has had a bloodline curse secretly planted during my multiple blood draws; I can extract that fragment of heart without touching the protective seal! This is my lord's command!"

Saiyin's movement suddenly paused, his blood‑red eyes turning to Nuoya, his reason returning a little.

Saiyin stared fixedly at Nuoya for several seconds, then glanced at the half‑dead Aosiding, reluctantly dispelled the blood‑colored spear in his hand, turned, and flew deeper into the Holy Court.

Nuoya watched the direction in which Saiyin disappeared, his brows slightly furrowed.

But he had been ordered to take the fragment from Aosiding's body; His Majesty had not let him do anything else, nor allowed him to participate in forcibly storming the Holy Court—that would be suicide.

However…

Nuoya hesitated only a moment, then immediately sent a voice transmission to report the matter to His Majesty.

Relying on the perception deep in his bloodline, Saiyin, like a blade drawn and already stained with blood, charged straight through the Holy Court's grand halls.

Wherever he passed, low‑ranking knights and cultivators who had no time to react were flung into the air by invisible shockwaves; along the way, the holy statues and the ever‑burning lamps of holy flame were all reduced to powder under the impact of his violent magic.

Yet the Holy Court, after all a massive institution passed down for thousands of years, still had the guarding cardinals and the reclusive pope seated in command.

When they sensed that bloody, vengeful, terrifying aura of a high‑ranking Blood Clan Count breaking through layer after layer of obstacles at mad speed and heading straight for the heavily sealed storage place of the holy relic, a thought that made their souls tremble arose in the hearts of these Holy Court leaders.

If Motisi had not truly revived, how could Count Sitelande, one of the current rulers of the Blood Clan, recklessly storm the Holy Court like this? It is clearly… for that heart!

"Stop him! Spare no expense!" an aged and solemn voice echoed from deep within the holy ground; the pope was startled.

The light of holy magic suddenly blazed; countless ancient holy sigils etched into the walls, floor tiles, and dome lit up one after another, intertwining into a net of light filled with purifying and suppressive power.

The chanting of holy songs rang out from nowhere, carrying lethal force that strikes dark souls; an endless stream of holy power surged from the Holy Court's underground spirit veins and various holy images, forming a formation that could be called torture for the Blood Clan.

The omnipresent pressure of light, like an invisible mountain, slammed hard onto Saiyin; his skin exposed to the intense holy light emitted a faint sizzling, wisps of blue smoke rose, and intense pain swept through his whole body.

But that hatred—vast enough to burn away reason—turned into the strength that kept him moving forward, forcing open a path within the blazing holy light domain.

He was already recognized as the strongest among the seven Blood Clan Counts, and after centuries of solitary tempering and the ignition of his present extreme emotions, his strength actually rose again even in desperation.

Saiyin's eyes filled with blood, his fangs bared, he charged forward to meet the Holy Temple Knights pouring from all directions and the few cardinals who had hurried over.

He fought purely by trading wounds for wounds, lives for lives, hurling his endless hatred at every enemy blocking his way.

The Holy Temple Knights tried to bind him with holy chains, but Saiyin tore them apart with his claws, then backhanded a claw that pierced the knight's chest and crushed his still‑beating heart.

Another bishop chanted a high‑rank purification spell; the blinding white light scorched half of Saiyin's body into a bloody mess, but his blood spear simultaneously pierced the bishop's holy light shield, pinning him to the angel statue behind him.

The scene was gruesome and terrifying, enough to make any onlooker's blood run cold.

Saiyin finally broke through the last line formed by twelve Holy Temple Knight Captains, his body covered in wounds as he entered the circular hall enveloped by the strongest holy barrier; in the hall's center he saw a dark‑red heart floating inside a coffin of countless golden chains and flashing divine script.

The Blood Father's heart!

Before the crystal coffin stood an old man in a pure‑white papal robe embroidered with golden suns, wearing a triple crown.

The current pope, the supreme ruler of the Holy Court, was also one of the masterminds who had plotted and personally extracted Motisi's heart back then.

"Count Sitelande," the pope said calmly, "this is a holy forbidden ground, not to be defiled; let go of your hatred and obsession, accept the light's purification, perhaps…"

"Shut up, old thing!" Saiyin roared, cutting him off, his blood‑red eyes locked on the heart, then turned to the pope; the hatred in his eyes almost flared into flames as he shouted, "Give… the heart… back to me!!!"

The pity in the pope's eyes faded as he slowly raised his scepter, "Let light prevail, darkness begone!"

Saiyin felt the deadly threat, yet instead he drove his bloodline, increasing his speed a fraction, intending to bodily block the attack and create a sliver of chance to seize the heart!

Just as Saiyin was about to be engulfed by that deadly light…

"Saiyin! Watch out!"

Feierwen, who had also followed to the Holy Court, instinctively moved to stand between Saiyin and the flood of light, intending to use his own body to block this fatal blow for the heart that Saiyin wanted to protect.

"Get out of the way!!!"

At the instant Feierwen was about to crash into the light flood, Saiyin somehow summoned a final burst of strength, slammed his wounded back into Feierwen to push him aside, and forcibly redirected the hands that had been reaching for the heart, crossing them before his body to form an immensely solid blood‑colored shield.

The flood of light slammed hard onto the blood‑colored shield!

"Pfft!" Saiyin spat a large mouthful of dark‑red blood, slammed hard into the broken wall behind him, then rolled to the ground.

But he did not let Feierwen take that blow for him, or rather, for the Blood Father's heart.

"Saiyin!" Feierwen, knocked back, staggered a few steps to steady himself, saw Saiyin's miserable state, his face changed and he wanted to rush over.

"No… not allowed…" Saiyin lay in a pool of blood, painfully lifting his blurred eyelids to look at Feierwen, then coughed up a mouthful of blood, unusually obstinate: "I don't want you… to die… for the Blood Father."

How could he not see that?

Feierwen's near‑obsessive loyalty and devotion to Jin Chen meant that his action just now was not only to save him, but also to protect Jin Chen's heart with his own life.

Jin Chen is his; to die for him… can only be his obsession.

Feierwen froze, looking at Saiyin's eyes filled with an almost obsessive possessiveness; a complex emotion welled up in him—bitterness, helplessness, and also a sigh of resignation.

He gave a bitter smile, turned to face the solemn‑looking pope and the remaining Holy Court experts, and his magic surged forth.

"Looks like today I can only keep you company."