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Chapter 224 Death of the Holy Lord

"Tack, tick, tick..."

The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Ingerson walked through the hundreds of sculptures on both sides of the corridor and finally arrived at the small house at the end.

He stopped at the door for two seconds, then pulled the door handle and pushed the door open with his usual smile.

This is a small prayer room belonging to the Holy Lord. It is not big, but exquisite enough, especially the murals on the wall which contain a large number of alchemical runes. They are intertwined and outlined, turning this small prayer room into a diamond shield that even the Kunlun Sword Immortal Meng Fuyi is not sure whether he can break it.

Ingerson looked at the statue of the Creator, born in his imagination, hanging on the wall. It had a compassionate expression, with its eyes lowered, as if gazing at the believers kneeling below.

He found a chair and sat down, saying gently, "The Creator has long since fallen. When has He ever answered your prayers?"

The white-haired old man looked back, his eyes filled with despair and calmness.

"Ingerson..."

The Holy Lord, who looked like an ordinary old man, chuckled hoarsely, his tone self-deprecating. "You infiltrated the Tribunal, the other Cardinals of the Alliance, obtained the inheritance of the Eye of Purification, spent twenty years gaining my trust, and in the last day destroyed my origin and imprisoned me... You truly are merciless."

Ingerson nodded, then shook his head, and corrected himself, "You're wrong about one thing. The Eye of Purification doesn't belong to the Holy Church. I just took it back."

The Holy Lord looked at the handsome young man in front of him who seemed to be spotless. No one could imagine that this was a venomous snake who had been secretly watching him since he was ten years old.

"Appearances can be deceiving. Even today, I still can't believe that you can do this." The Holy Lord shook his head and sighed.

Ingerson looked up at the mural on the ceiling, which depicted the magnificent Holy Court. "I never imagined that my ancestors would become the stepping stone to the glory of the Holy Church."

"Heh," he laughed, retracting his gaze, his tone soft and gentle, "The title of Son of God is so moving! God's darling, God's most beloved dependent, our eternal destination... What a noble and otherworldly lie."

"My most beloved Holy Lord, please tell me, do you believe that you are the favorite of the gods?"

The Holy Lord remained silent.

Ingerson sighed, and even his mocking words sounded like comfort. "A group of slaves believed in their master's kindness and were willing to sacrifice everything for Him. Over the long years, they gradually became convinced that they were the Son of God, His messengers walking the earth. Their stupidity is so touching that it deeply moves me."

The Holy Lord pursed his lips and said: "If you destroy this foundation, the entire Holy Church will collapse."

Ingerson smiled, crossed his legs gracefully, and pretended to have a long conversation. "Don't worry, I won't do that. I need the Holy Church, and the Holy Church needs me."

"In fact, I originally wanted you to sit on the throne of the Holy Lord until the end of your life, but you just went astray."

His tone turned helpless: "What benefit did the Eternal Oath give you that made you so anxious to take action to eliminate a young guy who just started out?"

The Holy Lord's old face trembled. He didn't expect that Ingerson knew even this.

"Corbett wouldn't rebel without a reason. Even if the vampires are divided and fighting among themselves, they won't just accept everyone who comes. The Eternal Oath is involved, but Thorin has a wild personality and wouldn't care about a nameless human. So, Corbett's high-profile announcement makes me wonder if it's too deliberate."

"After that, A'Luo and I conducted a thorough investigation and sorted out our thoughts, and we came up with some further speculations."

"Have you also established contact with the Rosicrucian Society?"

There was a hint of sadness in the Holy Lord's eyes.

Ingerson got his answer and leaned back slightly. "You really are playing both sides... Can you tell me how you collaborated with them?"

The Holy Lord raised his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said calmly, "It doesn't matter what benefits she has. Her existence will inevitably pose a threat to the Holy Church. The Eternal Vow has given me a convenient opportunity, and Tai Sui from the Rosicrucian Society wants to take something from her. I guess we hit it off just like that."

Ingerson raised his eyebrows slightly. The Tai Sui of the Rosicrucian Society?

One of the five directors?

"But they seem to have given up on you."

There was no change in the Holy Lord's expression.

Ingerson sighed. "Actually, I don't rule out such changes. What about the gods? From a certain perspective, they're just more powerful races. All things rise and fall, and gods are no exception. Their end is already visible to the naked eye."

"Before the Age of Strife, we were all playthings of the gods, no different from the group of vampires next door who called themselves the forsaken children of God. However, bowing our knees made us mediocre servants of the Creator, while resistance made the vampires alien among alien races. It's hard to say who lost more and gained more among us."

Ingerson stood up.

"Now the Holy Religion needs to change. Ordinary people in the secular world can deceive themselves, but we cannot."

"Next, I will become the master of the Holy Religion, I will become the symbol of the Holy Religion, and I will write a new history. Dependents? That will only become a story on a piece of paper."

Ingerson slowly drew out a long sword from his waist, and the ancient scabbard emitted a brilliant light.

The Holy Lord also stood up, his pupils shrank slightly, and he took a deep breath: "...Sword of Promised Victory?"

"That's right." Ingerson made a sword flower and smiled softly, "The time has come."

As he raised his hand to gather strength, a rumbling sound was heard outside the house, and the entire temple echoed with the sound of thunder.

The Holy Lord raised his head: "It seems that I am still useful."

The prayer room seemed to be under pressure, and the alchemical runes on the wall were instantly activated, lighting up with a faint golden color, which was very conspicuous in the night.

The attacks outside intensified.

The runes in the small prayer room grew brighter.

Ingerson paused, retracting his gaze. "What a shame, I'm a step too late."

He raised his wrist, and the sword of victory flew out of his hand. The lightning-fast sword light penetrated the target's body in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Lord suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was completely pierced through by the powerful sword and nailed to the statue on the wall.

Ingerson looked at the Holy Lord's gradually dimming eyes and said goodbye with a smile.

"Rest in peace with the old ideas and the ancient gods, and it is time for me to go."

He turned, then recalled the Sword of Sworn Victory.

Behind him, the body of the Holy Lord and the fragments of the statue fell to the ground.

Outside the temple.

The graceful woman in the air sighed, "He's a step late...it's all his fault for speaking too slowly!" She muttered, shifting the blame.

She glanced at the temple that remained unchanged after being struck by gravity, and waved her hand to deflect the heavy sword thrown at her from behind.

"Who is coming?" A Luo at the door of the palace reacted immediately and shouted.

Her misty eyes swept over: "If you don't want to die, go away, little guy."

She continued to attack, and the next moment the pitch-black night was broken by a ray of sword light. She dodged it nimbly and watched the sword spin and fall into the hands of its owner.

"Is Su Yan the Nightmare Snow Fox?" Ingerson stood at the top of the temple, looking down at the woman in fox fur opposite him.

"He is dead."

Ingerson declared.

You Su Yan was silent for two seconds: "He owes Tai Sui something, I'm here to take it away."

If the Holy Lord can save him, then he will. If she can’t, then that’s fine too. After all, Tai Sui doesn’t want a human being.

Ingerson was silent for two seconds. Didn't the Holy Lord just say that the Rosicrucian Society wanted the things on Xi Sui'an's body? How did it become something belonging to the Holy Church?

The old guy was still trying to cover up for himself even when he was about to die.

This time, there is no inheritance, but there is a debt.

"What is it?" he said calmly.

If we can talk, we don't have to use force. Su Yan stroked her long hair, and a gleam flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"The talisman in the holy box."

Ingerson felt deeply that the Holy Lord was indeed not a devout believer in God.

"When a person dies, his debts are forgiven. If you really want it, I'm sorry."

Ingerson shook his head softly but decisively.

Su Yan frowned and hesitated for a moment. At this moment, the roof of the hotel collapsed in the distance and the sound of fierce fighting could be heard clearly.

Ingerson looked at You Suyan, who had an innocent expression, and his smile completely faded.