Matricide (3)
The moment the boots touched the stairs, a sharp lightsaber suddenly shot out from the ground beneath the paladin's feet, tearing through the very center of Knight legs with a hiss.
In an instant, his entire body split into two halves.
The poor Knight, filled with fear and resentment, didn't even have a chance to scream before he was cleaved in two.
Thick, fresh blood splattered out, staining the walls on both sides with large patches of crimson.
Blood mixed with entrails flowed down the stairs, making a splashing sound.
This scene startled the other clergy, causing chaos and commotion in the crowd.
They knew the journey would be anything but smooth, but they never expected the trap to appear in such a bizarre way.
"Everyone, please calm down."
Just then, Rosweisse's voice came from behind. Her gaze swept over the corpse that had been precisely split in two, and a hint of indifference flashed in her eyes. Being able to detect a mechanism was enough to serve a purpose.
Soon, her fair and pretty face was filled with sadness.
"This is all a trap set by the evil Augustus."
"The sacrifice of Paladin Glor will not have been in vain; he used his life to open the path to our destination."
"His sacrifice will be seen by the gods, and his soul will return to God's embrace, forever enjoying the glory of heaven."
May the Holy Light protect him.
Rosweisse crossed her arms over her chest and prayed devoutly.
His compassionate demeanor, coupled with the gently swaying Holy Light emanating from him, truly gave him the air of a charlatan.
Whether it was the magic of mental interference that took effect, or whether Rosweisse's compassionate, goddess-like appearance soothed the fear in everyone's hearts, the clergy quieted down, and they prayed devoutly in their hearts:
May the Holy Light protect you!
"Priests, please cast magical shields on your companions." Rosweisse's voice continued to echo through the passageway.
She was a little annoyed; this place was so mysterious, she should have set up a shield the moment she entered.
As the deep incantation echoed around, the Holy Light Protection shimmered on everyone.
After replenishing their shields, the team advanced again.
The entire spiral staircase leading downwards is riddled with traps and magical barriers. The closer you get to the bottom, the more numerous and dangerous the magical barriers become, while the eerie sounds you hear grow stronger and stronger.
It was a woman's desperate screams and cries.
It was a sound that was almost impossible for a normal human to make.
Rosweisse had a bad feeling. Could that voice have come from her mother? Had her mother gone mad from being imprisoned by Augustus for too long?
If that's the case, it's absolutely terrible. She, a dignified goddess, has a crazy mother; she's utterly disgraced.
Ever since Rosweisse learned of her divine bloodline and her identity as a goddess, she has placed unprecedented importance on her reputation, and she will absolutely not allow herself to be tainted in any way.
She must always remain pure and innocent.
As they drew closer, the power of the magical traps grew stronger and stronger. Even those protected by shields of Holy Light Protection were reduced to ashes by the various traps.
Of the original sixty-odd clergy, fewer than ten were able to stay with Rosweisse until the very end.
The passageway was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, which was slowly flowing down the stairs.
The passage spiraled downwards for only a few hundred meters, but the deadly traps and bizarre illusions had already cost dozens of lives. It took nearly a day and a half to finally cross this short distance.
Upon arriving here, one is confronted by a large, dark metal door, from which the hysterical screams came from.
Rosweisse's face had turned extremely grim.
"Open the door!"
Perhaps because of the restrictions and traps along the way, Augustus was convinced that very few people could get this far, so the prison gate was somewhat relaxed, with no restrictions other than a copper lock.
A Knight drew his longsword and slashed at the copper lock. With a clang, a cluster of sparks exploded on the door.
The copper lock fell to the ground, and the Knight pushed the door open slowly, finally revealing the scene inside the cage to Rosweisse.
The first thing I saw wasn't the scene inside the cell, but a stench that hit me.
One by one, the clergymen instinctively covered their noses.
He waved his other hand in front of him, as if trying to drive away the strange smell.
Rosweisse's thoughts sank even further.
Her eyes widened as she looked into the cell, where a slender figure immediately came into view, and her face turned pale instantly.
It was a woman with a slender and thin figure. She wore a pure white saint's robe, and her long hair was disheveled and covered her face, making it impossible to see what she looked like.
Heavy chains were wrapped around his wrists and ankles, with the other end of the chains attached to the wall.
The strange, frantic howls came from the woman's mouth, and her body was twisting and struggling, the movements of her waist so exaggerated that they seemed inhuman.
As the woman struggled desperately, the chains rattled and clattered.
Perhaps because so much time had passed, at least a week or more, the woman's body was covered in filth and dirt.
Perhaps because she hadn't seen Augustus for a long time, the woman became increasingly frantic. She was like a wild dog that had gone out of control, her hysterical howls echoing throughout the cage. Her excessive struggles even caused her once neat clothes to become somewhat disheveled.
The surviving clergy all had strange expressions; they looked at each other, and could see the shock in each other's eyes.
Is this Saintess Felice?
How could a genius once considered a once-in-a-millennium talent by the Holy Church have become like this?
Was he imprisoned by Augustus in a cage, and so much time passed that he went mad?
Good heavens, this holy maiden is imprisoned here all these years, and who knows how Augustus has tortured her? It's so pitiful.
Is this woman the mother of the goddess? How dare Augustus be so disrespectful to the goddess! He has truly done all sorts of evil deeds.
Various rustling and whispering sounds quietly echoed all around.
No one uttered a sound of laughter or a mocking word; these clergymen simply felt pity for Saintess Felice's plight.
However, the torment ends here.
Starting today, Lady Felice will see the light of day again and regain her freedom.
Lady Felice is the best evidence, enough to prove all of Augustus's crimes.
Once Lady Felice leaves here and receives the best recuperation and treatment within the Holy Church, they believe it won't be long before Felice recovers.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on rescuing your mother and reuniting with her!" A priest seized the opportunity and quickly offered his congratulations.
The others around then realized what was happening and offered their blessings.
But these voices had a completely different meaning to Rosweisse.
Her gaze was fixed blankly on the ragged, disheveled, filthy, and insane woman before her. Could this woman really be her mother?
No, don't.
Rosweisse would never admit it.
That's so embarrassing.
Her body seemed to be trembling slightly.
Why is this happening? She is the daughter of a god, with the most noble blood flowing through her veins. How could she have such a filthy and defiled mother?
This woman was tortured by Augustus in this dungeon for over twenty years; heaven knows what exactly happened.
Once word gets out, the entire Holy Church... no, even the entire Skyvault Continent will know that he has a madwoman mother, a woman who was even imprisoned and toyed with by Augustus for over twenty years...
Her dignity and her prestige will be completely destroyed.
She might even become the laughingstock of the entire Skyvault Continent, with everyone using this incident to mock and belittle themselves.
No... no... no... no.
Rosweisse's heart twisted in agony, her eyes wide and bloodshot.
No, she absolutely doesn't want that.
She is flawless.
Such a stain must not exist on her.
The sounds of blessings from those around them seemed jarring and insincere at that moment.
She knew all of this; these people were only offering their blessings on the surface, but deep down they were all laughing at her, weren't they?
Despicable, despicable, despicable...
In an instant, Rosweisse's eyes turned extremely fierce and ferocious, and a sinister smile even appeared on the corners of her mouth.
Even though there wasn't a breath of wind, Rosweisse's long, golden hair moved on its own, flowing and dancing freely behind her.
The next moment, the sound of blessings abruptly stopped.
A thick mist of blood began to fill the cell, bathing Rosweisse's entire figure in a pool of blood.
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Chapter 371 Matricide (3)
The scene inside the cage must not be known to anyone.
Having such a filthy, dirty, and insane mother would tarnish the reputation of a goddess.
This absolutely cannot happen, can it?
She, Rosweisse, is a goddess; she carries not only her own glory, but also the glory of the entire Holy Church.
That's right, she wasn't doing it for herself; she was doing it to prevent the reputation of the entire Holy Church from being tarnished.
A look of sadness crossed Rosweisse's face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"But who told you to see this? Who told you to laugh at me in your hearts..."
Rosweisse looked somewhat neurotic, muttering to herself incessantly, her long hair dancing wildly behind her back, growing longer and longer, as if it had transformed into terrifying venomous snakes.
Hiss hiss hiss...
Hair was rampant and tangled in the cage, golden strands everywhere.
These strands of hair were sharper than the sharpest swords, and accompanied by eerie sounds, the pungent smell of blood permeated the entire cage.
Small slices of meat flew up and down.
Drifting before me were drops of thick, bright red blood.
Some drops of blood splattered onto Rosweisse's face, staining her fair skin with a touch of crimson. Her pure white saintly robes turned crimson, as if soaked in blood.
Once everything calmed down, her long hair stopped dancing.
Apart from the chained Saintess Felice, there was no one else around Rosweisse; the ground was simply covered with a layer of minced meat.
These clergy, who had shielded Rosweisse from countless traps and obstacles along the way, were now all mixed together and stuck to the ground.
Some minced meat mixed with blood slowly rolled down her hair.
The blood seemed to transform into a thick fog, swirling within the cage. Rosweisse took a deep breath; it tasted strangely sweet.
Even though her face was still covered in blood, a pure and innocent smile appeared on her face. The corners of her mouth curled up in a naive arc, and her gaze swept over the bloody surroundings, as if she could still see the figures that had been standing beside her.
"You sacrificed yourselves for the noble goddess, and the great gods will remember your glory, so go in peace."
Looking down at the stains on her body, Rosweisse frowned in annoyance, pouting. She really did look terrible.
We really need to clean this up properly, otherwise walking out like this will definitely frighten the believers outside.
A scarlet tongue swept across her lips, and Rosweisse's smile began to turn somewhat eerie. A strange power began to surge within her, accompanied by bizarre fluctuations, clinging to Rosweisse's skin. The blood on her clothes seemed to be absorbed by Rosweisse's body.
The crimson saint's robes gradually faded in color, and after a few minutes, they had completely returned to pure white. Even her long, filthy hair had turned golden again.
He casually tossed his hair, and some dry residue scattered on the ground.
Rosweisse clapped her hands happily; now, no one would be able to see what was happening inside the cage.
After doing all this, Rosweisse finally looked at her mother, Saint Felice.
That crazy woman.
Seemingly terrified by what Rosweisse had done, Felice's almost frantic screams ceased, and she simply stared blankly at Rosweisse.