Chapter 91 Are you going to stop me?

In front of the fountain statue of the late King Rohel, Sylvia stared blankly at the Blood Apostle in the distance.

She had heard a little about this "hero" who saved the slums. He was a pagan, but he could use the power of the Golden Rule.

Although she had never seen the pillar of light in the slums with her own eyes, she knew that it was the sacred skill of the Golden Rule, the Hymn of Hope.

In the entire Golden Church, there are only her, the Pope and her daughter Ophinina.

At first, Sylvia wondered if the goddess of the golden law and the god of the blood law had reached some kind of deal, letting his daughter Ophinina disguise herself as an apostle of blood to spread the fame of blood.

But then I thought about it and felt that it was unlikely. First of all, with Ophinina's previous strength, she couldn't use the Anthem of Hope. And how could the Golden Law be connected with heresy?

She fell into deep thought, and after a while, she suddenly raised her head.

Wait, if we look at it from another angle, it was the Apostle of Blood who kidnapped Ophelia, and then used some kind of power to obtain the Hymn of Hope skill from Ophelia, wouldn't this be more reasonable?

Sylvia seemed to have seen through the truth. She looked at the Blood Apostle in the distance again, but the black fog had covered the area again and the Blood Apostle's figure had disappeared.

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In secret, Lear sighed.

He killed the former king Rohel, but did not receive any notification that the high-level professional trial was completed. It turned out that the resurrected undead were not considered the mission target.

But he was not particularly disappointed. After all, he had tried out a new power that could compete with extraordinary professionals!

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Looking at the Blood Apostle who had disappeared in the black fog, Sylvia was very angry.

Ophinina had been missing for a long time, although the oracle of the Goddess of the Golden Law told her that Ophinina was still alive and well and was not in danger of life.

But as a mother, although there was no change on the surface, she was still very worried in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, feeling the increasingly strong atmosphere of heretical laws around her, and finally Sylvia chose to solve the current trouble first.

She looked at the former king Rohel who was nailed to her own statue. Under Rohel's body, the secret passage of the tomb had been opened.

At this time, the souls of other noble undeads around them were also wiped out.

King Rosser looked at the entrance to the crypt with an unpleasant expression.

Dark mist continued to emanate from the entrance of the tomb, and one could even see a dark mesh structure spreading toward the outside.

Apparently corrupt believers are among them.

Rosser remembered what his father had told him, that something extremely terrifying was sealed in the underground cemetery of the royal city, and that thing must not be allowed to come out under any circumstances.

He didn't know what that thing was, he just hoped that the corrupt believers would not release it.

"Rosser, although I don't want to disturb the mausoleum of the Braifel royal family, the corrupt believers must be eliminated!"

Sylvia looked at Rosser and said seriously.

The royal mausoleums are generally forbidden to non-royal members, and entry by other people will be regarded as blasphemy against the royal family.

But I can't care about so much now.

Rosser was silent for a long time, and could only smile bitterly and nodded, "It doesn't matter. As long as we can eliminate the corrupt believers, I believe the ancestors will forgive us."

"Sorry to bother you." Sylvia nodded.

"You go in first. I can't stand watching the late king's body hanging outside like this." Rosser glanced at the body of the late king Rohel still hanging on the sculpture.

It's a bit ironic that I was hung on my own sculpture.

Sylvia understood Rosser's feelings and didn't say much. The nobles around him also expressed their desire to sort out the remains of their ancestors.

They are not fools. There are extraordinary undead spirits of previous kings standing outside, and there might be some terrible things inside. They don't want to work for the Golden See.

If the Golden Church cannot solve the problems below, there is no point for them to follow.

In the end, only Albert and the believers of the Golden See chose to follow Sylvia in.

"Avian, Greta, you guys stay up there too." Albert said to the two girls beside him.

"Why? I can help my father too!" Avian retorted immediately.

"No!" Albert didn't waste time talking to Avian and maintained a firm attitude.

The Blood Apostle just now made him feel threatened. Even the Carrion Giant in the slums before had never given Albert such a feeling.

The Blood Apostle killed the undead of the previous king. Perhaps he had some grudge against the corrupt believers. If the Blood Apostle also planned to enter the catacombs, Albert did not have absolute confidence that he could protect Avian and Greta.

After getting ready, Sylvia walked down the stairs of the tomb with Albert and others.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Avian and Greta watched and could only helplessly help the other nobles collect the bodies.

After waiting for Sylvia and the others to go down for a few minutes, a figure slowly emerged from the black fog.

The Blood Apostle appeared at the entrance of the tomb, and the nobles screamed when they saw the Blood Apostle.

The scream attracted a lot of people's attention.

King Rosser also looked over, and after seeing the Blood Apostle, his expression became somewhat solemn.

"The royal mausoleum is in front of you. You can't go in." Rosser stood in front of the Blood Apostle.

"You want to stop me?" The Blood Apostle stared at Rosser quietly and said in a flat tone.

Rosser was silent. He was a little conflicted. The scene of the Blood Apostle piercing the former king with his spear was still lingering in his mind. If the Blood Apostle did the same to him...

Rosser felt that he might end up like the previous king.

"You should know that I was the one who saved the ghetto, and you should thank me instead of stopping me."

The Blood Apostle said calmly, "I entered the royal mausoleum only to kill corrupt believers. You can trust me."

Rosser took a deep breath, irritated.

Having been a king for so long, he has recently felt more and more that a king is only slightly better than an ordinary noble.

Neither the Blood Apostle in front of him nor the two high priests of the Golden Church took his identity as a king seriously.

Even Albert didn't have much respect for him.

Although they were once brothers, Albert was now his subject, but he still addressed him by his first name.

After all, this world still depends on strength.

Rosser sighed, "You can go in, but I expect you to keep your word."

"Only to kill corrupt believers."

"Of course, I always keep my promises." The Blood Apostle chuckled, then walked past Rosser and entered the tomb passage.

(End of this chapter)