Chapter 104 103 The Fallen High Priest
Chapter 104 -103- The Fallen Great Priest
"Children, you are saved."
"It's not safe outside now, so I have to force you to stay here for a while."
"..."
"Children, this is very unfortunate news. The church has judged you as objects of purification. You can no longer go back..."
"Is it true or not? Of course it is true. Don't worry, I will protect you."
"Want to meet your family? Sorry, that's not possible."
"Let me help you check your body and purify the dirt on your body."
"..."
"Obey! Why don't you obey?"
"Do you want to be purified by the Holy Light?! Do you want to harm your family?"
"Be good...be obedient, um, that's right, be obedient, that's right..."
"Hmm... That's great... I like good, obedient kids."
"Come, my baby, let me teach you some new knowledge today..."
"..."
"Oh, dear baby, why do you grow up so fast?"
"It's so fast...it's already disappointing me."
"..."
"Who? Who leaked the news?!"
"Do you think you can escape from my grasp like this?!"
"Do you know who he is? Do you know who the person behind him is?!"
"Stupid! You are so stupid!"
"You will be punished tonight!"
"Cry, cry louder! Scream! Scream louder!"
"..."
"Huh, Anthony, don't think you can threaten me like this!"
"I can agree to cooperate with you, but you must also do something for me!"
"What to do? Of course you helped me deal with them."
"I'm tired of it."
"I need new babies."
…
"Dear baby, goodbye..."
"Thank you for accompanying me these past few years."
…
The scene finally stops in darkness.
Charlotte withdrew from the fragments of memory and felt a chill in her heart:
"It turns out...not all the girls who suffered from the Fire Demon disaster ten years ago were killed."
"There are still some who survived, but were taken away by the high priest."
"He is really a pervert, a pervert who likes young girls!"
"He kept them in captivity, and was caught by Count Anthony of the Tulip..."
"They still haven't escaped the fate of being sacrificed, but... their fate is even more miserable than those girls who were sacrificed before the Fire Demon Disaster!"
Charlotte calmed down and looked at the memory fragments behind her.
There are not many memory fragments left, there are probably hundreds.
However, their light is deeper and colder, and their aura is more desperate.
Charlotte hesitated and continued reading.
Soon, she saw the figure of the great priest in her memory again.
No.
It should be said that every subsequent memory has the figure of the great priest.
That holy priest who was holy and upright among the citizens of Boulder was like a demon in hell in the memory fragments!
What he brings to the girls is neither hope nor light, but despair and darkness that gradually slide into the abyss!
These last hundreds of memory fragments represent hundreds of poor girls who were harmed by the great priests and were eventually abandoned to the Drunken Dream Salon!
After seeing each memory fragment, Charlotte became more and more angry.
Even though she had lived two lives, she felt shuddering when she saw some of the depraved and cruel methods and behaviors in those memories.
As she browses through those memories, she is able to relate to the memory's owner to a certain extent.
She could clearly feel the pain, fear and despair of the girls.
These girls, whose lives had just begun, originally had a bright and promising future, but... ended up dying in despair in the clutches of the Blood Demon Order and the Great Priest.
Even if they die, their souls cannot find peace, and their obsession and resentment will remain here forever.
This is their memory.
It is also their resentment.
Charlotte was filled with anger. She thought she was not a good person, but everything she remembered still broke through her inner moral bottom line, causing her strong discomfort and indignation.
Deep in her consciousness, the Blood Sacred Scripture trembled slightly as her mood changed, as if responding to the master's will. The terrifying mental fluctuations spread to the surroundings, shaking the entire dream world to the point of collapse...
Charlotte soon realized her gaffe, and quickly calmed down, and this strange memory space gradually stabilized.
She raised her head and looked towards the front of the corridor.
On both sides, there were no fragments of memory, and she had reached the end of the dream world.
However, at the end of the road, there is a fragment of the darkest memory, floating quietly in mid-air, shining with a chilling light.
Charlotte comes to the shard.
She held out her hand one last time.
Touching the fragments of darkness, huge memories flooded into her consciousness again.
That is the image after thousands of overlapping memory fragments...
She saw in the dark cave, hundreds of Blood Demon cultists wearing black robes, holding up the Devil's Eye and the Dark Cross, worshiping at the altar of dead bones.
She saw the viscous blood slowly flowing down from the ceiling of the cave, pouring into the blood pool, flashing with scarlet light, and finally being slowly absorbed by the coffin on the central altar...
She heard countless overlapping fanatical voices praying and calling together:
"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world,"
"Depravity and decay personified,"
"The Savior of the Blood Seed..."
"The Great Blood Demon Archduke—Abaddon!"
"Your humble servant, I offer you the power of darkness and despair!"
"Darkness forges the holy body,"
"Despair condenses the holy soul!"
"May your will walk on the earth...as if it were in the devil's abyss!"
"..."
Fervent prayers echoed.
Charlotte saw the deep light spreading and blooming, and the black mist spreading...
In the haziness, she seemed to see a majestic figure casting his gaze among the memory fragments.
She felt the vicissitudes of ancient eyes falling on the Blood Demon Cultist, but the next moment, the mist quietly turned slightly.
She seemed to see a pair of deep scarlet eyes, turning quietly and looking at herself through countless time and space.
Those are a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words.
Crimson, dark.
Like two deep black holes.
Faintly, Charlotte seemed to hear a majestic and cold voice:
"who?"
The voice seemed to ring in Charlotte's heart, roaring like thunder, causing waves of echoes.
In an instant, the dream world shattered, and Charlotte returned directly to reality.
Her brain felt dizzy, and the world was spinning. Countless roaring echoes trembled in her consciousness, and her whole body couldn't help but staggered.
She didn't return to normal until the Blood Sacred Scripture flickered slightly and the cool divine power of blood brushed through her consciousness.
"Master, are you... okay?"
Sebastian's concerned voice came quickly.
"I'm fine."
Charlotte took a deep breath and said.
Raising her head again, the girl looked at the withered bones in the cave, and finally her eyes fell on the coffin on the altar that exuded a palpitating aura.
Charlotte looked solemn as never before.
She probably... already knows what ceremony is being held here.
"This is not a ceremony to summon the Balrog."
Charlotte shook her head.
"Isn't it a ceremony to summon the Balrog?"
Sebastian's eyes moved slightly.
"That's right."
Charlotte nodded slightly, her eyes fell on the altar in the center of the blood pool, and she said solemnly:
"This is……"
"The ritual of praying for God to descend!"×2
After saying that, Charlotte was slightly startled.
Because the moment she spoke, a clear and beautiful voice said what she wanted to say almost in unison.
Charlotte turned back quickly.
I saw the little girl in a white dress standing at the door of the cave.
She had an illusory figure, held up the hem of her skirt, and gave Charlotte a standard aristocratic etiquette:
"Hello... great and mysterious existence..."
"I am Marie de Broglie."
As she spoke, she seemed a little hesitant, but in the end she couldn't help but look at Charlotte, with a trace of uneasiness on her unreal face:
"Should I... call you Miss Charlotte?"
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Sorry, posted late.
We are getting engaged. I have been busy with related matters during the day. It was already past eight o'clock when I got home and started typing.
There is a high probability that there will be two updates today_(:з」∠)_