"Take them along too."
At that, Celeste rested a hand on Kyle's shoulder and said with a smile, "Then I'll leave this to you."
"All right."
Kyle did not refuse. He nodded in agreement.
The City of Holy Blood was fully taken over.
With numerous Soul Intent Tier Transcendents serving as overseers, the remaining troops were temporarily reorganized and deployed in a large-scale hunt for the Holy Blood Church's senior officials and their families.
In the Central Plaza of the City of Holy Blood's second district, a thirty-meter-tall Demiplane passage stood towering over the square. Large numbers of prisoners were herded into the Demiplane.
Those who had once belonged to the upper classes now displayed every manner of human reaction.
A white-haired old man straightened his collar and held his back erect, trying to preserve the last of his dignity.
A church deacon who had once wielded great power dragged his broken leg, leaning on a wooden stick as he struggled forward.
A clergyman in dark red robes wore a numb expression, his eyes vacant, as though his soul had long since left his body. He made no sound as he was pushed through the curtain of light.
Some tried to escape, but the moment they turned, Magic Puppets blasted their bodies apart. Fragments of flesh scattered across the ground, and blood splashed onto those around them.
Faced with such a terrifying sight, no one dared speak. They merely lowered their heads and continued forward.
The passage's deep blue light pulsed again and again, swallowing them all.
The entire roundup lasted three days and three nights.
Through the efforts of the City of Holy Blood's former garrison, more than sixty thousand middle- and high-ranking members of the Holy Blood Church and their families were all transferred into the Demiplane.
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