Chapter 316

There are corpses here, but you still doubt whether you are with Augustus?

Rossweisse couldn't help but cursed bastard in her heart.

But Rossweisse was more patient than others. She raised her head and stared at Qin Chu, her golden eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed Qin Chu's palm with her little hand and put it on her heart.

"Master Brave, are you doubting what I said?"

hiss……

The tender and crisp voice, which seemed to be hurt by Qin Chu's suspicion, immediately made Qin Chu's body goosebumps.

This woman is really good at pretending.

As for the large group of clergymen next to them, their eyes were spitting fire.

Damn it, this is Her Majesty the Supreme Goddess. Even if you are a brave man, you are not someone you can touch casually. Why don’t you get rid of your dirty hands?

Qin Chu felt aggrieved. It was obviously Rossweisse who took the initiative to grab his hand. What does it have to do with him?

"Rossweisse, it's not that I don't want to believe you, it's just that it's hard for me to believe that Augustus would do such a thing. After all, he is already the pope. Does this do him any good?"

Although all the people in the temple were under Rossweisse's command, Qin Chu still wanted to cause trouble.

He wanted to leave a seed of doubt in these people's minds, even just a little bit.

Rossweisse's face was slightly stiff. She could not tell the story of Ross Felice being imprisoned by Augustus, as this would affect her reputation.

Paying too much attention to her own face, Rossweisse didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

Next to her, Santa Monica knew exactly when to speak and seized the brief blank: "Your Majesty the Brave and I mean the same thing."

"After all, Augustus is the pope of the Holy See. The involvement in this matter is of great importance, so it is better not to jump to conclusions easily."

"Besides, has anyone seen Augustus kill Her Highness Felice with their own eyes?"

Santa Monica knew Saint Phyllis, and they even had a good relationship in the past. Seeing Phyllis in this situation, Santa Monica couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Furthermore, Phyllis has been missing for many years, and now she suddenly appears in the same appearance. I feel that this matter should not be that simple. Maybe this is someone setting up a frame and deliberately causing Civil strife in the Holy See.”

"Perhaps it was the monsters. After all, the brave man showed his might and not only repulsed the monsters attacking from the front line, but also killed the second monster prince. As a result, the morale of the monsters dropped greatly. The human coalition took the opportunity to recover a lot. Lost territory."

"Could this be a deliberate attempt by the monster to cause internal strife among humans?"

"Your Highness Rossweisse, I know you must be feeling very painful after losing your mother, but we still need to investigate this matter carefully."

Bah, you are the monster, and your whole family is a monster.

Rossweisse cursed in her heart, but she didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. She thought her plan was perfect, but now she seemed a little too young and was easily found by Qin Chu and Santa Monica. found the loopholes in it.

But what Santa Monica said is truly watertight, and I don’t know how to refute it at all.

What's worse is that some of the clergymen around are even looking at each other and muttering quietly.

At first, they were just filled with righteous indignation. They felt that the mighty Pope Augustus actually did such a shameless thing, which was simply the greatest shame to the Holy See in thousands of years.

But now I feel like it's a little too reckless, trying the Pope without investigating everything clearly. Is it really okay?

The movement here made Rossweisse upset. She originally wanted to find the Brave Man and Santa Monica as witnesses, and if necessary, she could use the power of the Brave Man and Santa Monica to get rid of Augustus, but instead I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

However, the more this happened, the more Rossweisse became convinced that Qin Chu and Santa Monica did not know the truth.

If these two people had no doubts about what they said, Rossweisse would have to worry about whether there was something wrong somewhere.

Just when Rossweisse was at a loss for a moment, Douglas behind him suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Brave, His Majesty Santa Monica..."

"I'm sorry, some things are secrets of the Holy See. We were not originally prepared to make them public. After all, they are related to the reputations of Phyllis and Rossweisse." Douglas weighed his words.

Rossweisse's pupils suddenly shrank. She knew what Douglas was going to say. She didn't want to do this, but she had no way to stop it, because apart from what Douglas was going to say, there was no way to convince Qin Chu and Santa Monica. .

Douglas vividly described how Augustus suddenly left the Holy See without leaving any information. He entered the Pope's palace with doubts in his heart and accidentally discovered a secret passage leading underground.

"The deepest part of the secret passage is a cage, and the person imprisoned in it is Her Highness Phyllis, who has been dead for a long time."

"Her Highness Phyllis is not missing, but has been imprisoned and tortured by Augustus for more than twenty years."

"This scene was seen by all of us together. There is absolutely no way it could be faked. Her Highness Felice died at the hands of Augustus."

"This devil must be judged."

Another archbishop shouted: "Yes, you must stand trial."

Under Douglas' deliberate incitement, the whole temple was indignant. The original doubts were instantly covered by the passion of the people above. The clergymen howled and roared loudly, like angry beasts.

Ekaterina, Athena, and Sylph also stood firmly behind Rossweisse.

This made Rossweisse feel a little proud. Yes, that's the way it should be.

Qin Chu set his eyes on Saint Phyllis in the ice coffin. He always felt that the body of Saint Los Phyllis seemed a little...not quite right.

The saint was indeed dead.

At least, that was the case in the flesh.

...

On the other side, Augustus finally returned to the Holy See.

Although it felt a little strange that the lights in the temple were still bright under the cover of night, Augustus had no time to go there, but went straight to his bedroom.

He hadn't been back for too long, and didn't know how Phyllis was doing now. Although there was a reason, Augustus' heart was still full of apologies.

However, when Augustus hurried back to the palace, he was surprised to find that the room was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked. What was worse was that even the entrance to the secret passage had been opened.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A bad premonition was spreading in Augustus' heart.

His dry throat was moving quickly, swallowing saliva, and Augustus's movements even looked a little embarrassed.

As soon as he entered the secret passage, he was greeted by a pungent and strong smell of blood with a foul stench. Whether it was the floor under his feet or the walls on both sides, dark red dried blood could be seen everywhere.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and Augustus could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He rushed down anxiously, and accidentally stepped on the air. His whole body was like a round ball, rolling down until his body hit the wall and stopped.

He looked up and saw several chains hanging down weakly. Where was Phyllis?

Phyllis?

Where did Phyllis go?

Augustus at this moment did not have the dignity of a pope. He was like an old man in fear. He turned his head desperately to look for it.

But there was no place to hide in this small cage.

He was getting more and more panicked and terrified. He didn't know what happened during the time he was away.

Suddenly, Augustus' pupils shrank and he thought of the brightly lit church.

It was already early in the morning, but there seemed to be a large number of people gathered there. What were they doing?

Could it be that Phyllis lost control, broke free from the chains, and was caught by the clergy in the Holy See?

Thinking of this, Augustus could no longer bear it. He quickly got up from the ground and rushed out of the secret passage at an unprecedented speed. As soon as he arrived at the bedroom, he couldn't even control the impulse in his chest and directly smashed the wall and rushed to the church.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the church, his eyes swept through the church in an instant.

The brave, Saint Monica... and some other figures, all of which had never appeared in Augustus's eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the ice coffin placed in the middle of the church.

And, the beautiful and silent figure in the ice coffin.

Buzz...

In an instant, Augustus' body was struck by lightning.

His face turned extremely pale.

His body was shaking violently, and only black and white colors were left in front of him. He was obviously one of the strongest among humans. But at this moment, Augustus only felt dizzy, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

The hoarse cry, like the blood of a cuckoo, tore the dark night sky.

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Chapter 377 The Dirtiest and Most Filthy Evil Embryo (4)

For more than 20 years, a pillar that has been supporting Augustus collapsed at this time.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Ah!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

The grace and dignity of the Pope had long disappeared at this time. At this moment, only a tearing wail remained in Augustus' throat.

His eyes were dull.

His body was twitching as if he had been electrocuted.

He seemed to be crying, but it was more like a hoarse wail.

What rolled down from the corners of his eyes was not tears, but blood. His tears had long been dry.

Perhaps, this is what it looks like when sadness reaches its extreme.

For more than 20 years, Augustus has been struggling in pain. The hatred of revenge made Augustus desperately pursue power, but people cannot live in hatred all the time. No matter how determined a person is, he will eventually collapse step by step under the torture of hatred.

Reason will be lost, will will collapse, and soul will fail.

During this long time, it was Phyllis who constantly brought hope to Augustus.

Augustus could not forget how excited he was when Los Phyllis first appeared in front of him for a short period of peace. His old face was full of tears.

Augustus could not forget how happy he was when Phyllis was able to eat like a human being for the first time, just like a child.

He could not forget how warm his heart felt when Phyllis squatted beside him obediently even after he had untied the chains.

He could not forget how hot his hope was when Phyllis could talk to him normally for the first time, even though it was only a few simple syllables.

Hope.

These two simple words were an absolute luxury for Augustus.

Many times, Augustus had imagined that when Phyllis could fully recover one day, they could snuggle together and bathe in the sun like before.

He told Phyllis about the changes in the Empire and the Holy See over the long period of time.

It didn't matter if Phyllis didn't remember anything. Even if he started to speak, he would always be by her side.

But who would have thought that when he came back again, all he could see was a cold corpse.

He hated and despaired. He wanted to question this damn world, why was it so cruel to him?

Even the last bit of light in his life was taken away.

One of the two pillars supporting Augustus collapsed. How long can the remaining one hold up?

It was not until he lost Phyllis that Augustus realized that Phyllis was the most important person in his mind. If Phyllis could survive, he would rather not think about revenge...

Perhaps, he should not have left the imperial city from the beginning.

It's a pity that when Augustus realized this, it was too late.

Hate! Hate! Hate!

All the pain, all the sadness, all the despair, all turned into strong hatred.

Hate for this world, hate for the gods, hate for the Holy See, hate for the murderer who killed Phyllis, and even hate for himself!

In the cathedral, a large number of clergy looked at each other. When they saw Augustus rushing over at a very fast speed, these people were even ready to fight, but who could have thought that it would be like this in the end?

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, grabbed their weapons, rushed forward to hack Augustus to death, and left him there.

They even felt that Augustus, the Pope, was even more sad about Phyllis's death than Rossweisse, his biological daughter.

No one doubted that the tears and pain in Augustus' eyes were fake, which was the release of the most sincere emotions that could never be faked.

What was going on?

Did Augustus really kill Phyllis?