The Filthiest, Most Vile Evil Embryo (4)

The corpses are all laid out here, and you still suspect that you're in cahoots with Augustus?

Rosweisse couldn't help but curse him in her mind.

But compared to the others, Rosweisse was more patient. She raised her head and gazed at Qin Chu, her golden eyes glistening with tears, and her small hand grasped Qin Chu's palm, placing it against her heart.

"Hero, are you doubting what I'm saying?"

Hiss...

That delicate, crisp voice, seemingly hurt by Qin Chu's suspicion, immediately sent shivers down Qin Chu's spine.

This woman is such a good actress.

As for the large group of clergymen nearby, their eyes were practically spitting fire.

Damn it, this is Her Majesty the Supreme Goddess! Even if you are Hero, you are not someone you can touch so easily. Get your filthy hands off her now!

Qin Chu felt wronged. It was clearly Rosweisse who took his hand first; what did it have to do with him?

"Rosweisse, it's not that I don't believe you, I just find it hard to believe that Augustus do such a thing. After all, he's already the Pope. What good would it do him?"

Although everyone in the Sanctum was under Rosweisse's command, Qin Chu still wanted to cause trouble.

He wanted to plant a seed of doubt in these people's hearts, even if it was just a tiny one.

Rosweisse's expression stiffened slightly; she couldn't reveal that Losfelis had been imprisoned by Augustus, as it would damage her reputation.

Rosweisse's excessive concern for her image left her momentarily speechless.

Saint Monica, who was standing nearby, knew exactly when to speak and seized the brief silence, "I share the same sentiment as the Hero."

"Augustus is, after all, the Pope of the Holy Church. This matter is of utmost importance, so it's best not to jump to conclusions."

"Furthermore, did anyone actually witness Augustus killing Princess Felice?"

Santa Saint Monica Felice they used to have a pretty good relationship. Seeing Felice in such a state, Saint Monica couldn't help but feel sad.

"Furthermore, Felice has been missing for many years, and now she suddenly reappears in this state. I feel that this matter is not so simple. Perhaps someone is framing her and deliberately causing internal strife within the Holy Church."

"It might be the work of the Magic Creature. After all, because the Hero has displayed great power, he not only repelled the Magic Creature attacking from the front lines, but also killed the second Magic Creature prince, which has greatly reduced the morale of the Magic Creature. The human alliance has taken the opportunity to recover a lot of lost territory."

"Could this be a deliberate act by the Magic Creature to incite infighting among humans?"

"Your Highness Rosweisse, I know you must be in great pain from losing your mother, but we still need to investigate this matter thoroughly."

Bah! You're the Magic Creature! Your whole family are Magic Creature!

Rosweisse cursed inwardly, but for a moment she didn't know how to deal with it. She thought her plan was flawless, but now it seemed she was still too naive, and Qin Chu and Saint Monica easily found the loopholes in it.

Saint Monica's words, however, were truly watertight, leaving no room for rebuttal.

To make matters worse, some of the clergy around them were even exchanging glances and whispering amongst themselves.

At first, they were simply indignant, feeling that it was the greatest disgrace to the Holy Church in thousands of years that Pope Augustus had done such a shameless thing.

But now it seems a bit too hasty. Is it really okay to try the Pope without investigating anything thoroughly?

The commotion here was making Rosweisse very upset. She had originally wanted to find the Hero and Saint Monica as witnesses, and if necessary, she could use Hero power to get rid of Augustus, but she never expected it to turn out like this.

However, the more this was the case, the more Rosweisse believed that Qin Chu and Saint Monica were unaware of the truth.

If these two people didn't doubt what she said at all, Rosweisse would be worried that something was wrong.

Just as Rosweisse was momentarily at a loss, Douglas suddenly stepped forward from behind and said in a deep voice, "Hero Excellency, Her Majesty Saint Monica..."

"I'm sorry, but some things are secrets of the Holy Church and we didn't originally intend to disclose them, as they concern the reputations of Felice and Her Highness Rosweisse," Douglas said carefully.

Rosweisse's pupils suddenly contracted. She knew what Douglas was going to say. She didn't want it to be this way, but she couldn't stop him because there was no way to persuade Qin Chu and Saint Monica except by saying what Douglas was going to say.

Douglas vividly described how Augustus suddenly left the Holy See without leaving any information, and out of curiosity, he entered the Pope's bedroom and unexpectedly discovered a secret passage leading underground.

"At the deepest part of the secret passage is a cage, where Princess Felice, who has been dead for some time, is imprisoned."

"Princess Felice did not disappear; rather, she was imprisoned Augustus over twenty years."

"This scene was witnessed by all of us; it cannot be faked. Princess Felice died at the hands of Augustus."

"This demon must be judged."

Another archbishop chimed in, "That's right, they must be put on trial."

Under Douglas's deliberate instigation, the entire Sanctum was filled with righteous indignation. The original doubts were instantly overshadowed by the fervor of the crowd. One by one, the clergymen howled and roared like Wrath beasts.

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

This made Rosweisse feel a little smug. Yes, this is exactly how it should be done.

Qin Chu, however, focused his gaze on Saintess Felice inside the ice coffin. He had a feeling that there was something... off about Losfelis Firis's corpse.

The saintess is indeed dead.

At least, that's true from a physical perspective.

Meanwhile, Augustus finally returned to the Holy Church.

Although he found it strange that the Sanctum was still brightly lit under the cover of night, Augustus had no time to go there and went straight to his bedroom.

He hadn't returned for far too long and wondered how Felice was doing. Although there were reasons for it, Augustus was still filled with remorse.

However, when Augustus hurriedly returned to his palace, he was surprised to find the room in complete disarray, as if it had been ransacked. Worse still, even the entrance to the secret passage had been opened.

My heart skipped a beat.

A bad feeling was creeping into Augustus's heart.

His dry throat throbbed as he swallowed, and Augustus's movements even appeared somewhat clumsy.

Upon entering the secret passage, one is immediately greeted by a pungent, thick, and putrid stench of blood. Dark red, dried bloodstains can be seen everywhere, from the floor underfoot to the walls on both sides.

The bad premonition grew stronger and stronger, and Augustus no longer bear the fear in his heart. He ran frantically downhill, but accidentally lost his footing and his whole body rolled down like a round ball until he crashed into the wall and came to a stop.

Looking up, several chains hung limply down; Felice was nowhere to be seen.

Felice?

Where did Felice go?

In that instant, Augustus lost all semblance of his papal authority, resembling an old man gripped by fear, frantically turning his head to search for something.

But this small cage offered nowhere to hide.

His heart was filled with increasing panic and terror; he had no idea what had happened while he was gone.

Suddenly, Augustus's pupils contracted; he thought of the brightly lit Sanctum.

It's already past midnight, but there seems to be a large crowd gathered there. What are they doing?

Could it be that Felice lost control, broke free of her chains, and was captured by the clergy of the Holy Church?

Upon thinking of this, Augustus could no longer restrain himself. He quickly got up from the ground and rushed out of the secret passage at an unprecedented speed. As soon as he reached the palace, he couldn't even control the impulse in his chest and smashed through the wall to rush towards the Sanctum.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the Sanctum, my gaze swept across the interior of the Sanctum in an instant.

The Hero, Saint Monica... and several other figures, none of whom ever appeared in Augustus's sight.

His gaze was fixed on the ice coffin placed in the center of the Sanctum.

And then there was the beautiful, silent figure inside the ice coffin.

Buzz...

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

His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

His body was shaking violently, and all he could see was black and white. Despite being one of the strongest humans Augustus felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Aaaaaaahh..."

A hoarse, mournful cry, like a cuckoo's lament, tore through the dark night sky.

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Chapter 377 The Most Filthy and Defiled Evil Fetus (4)

For more than twenty years, a pillar that had supported Augustus collapsed at this moment.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Ah!

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

The Pope's elegance and dignity had vanished completely at this moment; all that remained in Augustus's throat was a heart-wrenching wail.

His eyes were lifeless.

His body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted.

He seemed to be crying, but it sounded more like a desperate wail.

What rolled down his cheeks wasn't tears, but blood; he had long since run out of tears.

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

For over twenty years, Augustus struggled in agony. The hatred of revenge drove Augustus desperately pursue power, but one cannot live in hatred forever. No matter how strong one's will is, one will eventually break down step by step under the torment of hatred.

Reason will be lost, will will crumble, and the soul will decay.

Throughout this long period, it was Felice who continuously brought hope to Augustus.

Augustus could never forget how excited he was when Losfelis first showed a brief moment of tranquility before him; his crisscrossed old face was streaked with tears.

Augustus never forget how happy he was, like a child, when Felice was able to eat like a human for the first time.

He could never forget how warm his heart felt when Felice would obediently squat beside him even after he had unlocked her chains.

I can't forget how burning with hope I felt when Felice was able to have a normal conversation with me for the first time, even if it was just a few simple syllables.

Hope.

For Augustus, those two simple words were an absolute luxury.

Countless times, Augustus had dreamed that one day Felice would fully recover, and they could snuggle together and bask in the sunlight, just like before.

He recounted to Felice the changes that had occurred in the Empire and the Holy Church over this long period of time.

It doesn't matter if Felice doesn't remember anything; he will always be by Felice's side, even from the time she started to speak.

But who could have imagined that when he returned, all he would find was a cold corpse?

He hated it, he was desperate, he wanted to question this damned world: why was it so cruel to him?

They even steal away the last glimmer of light in their own lives.

Of the two pillars supporting Augustus, one has collapsed. How long can the remaining one hold up?

It wasn't until he lost Felice that Augustus realized that Felice was still the most important person in his heart. If Felice could live, he would rather stop thinking about revenge...

Perhaps, I shouldn't have left the Imperial City in the first place.

Unfortunately, by the time Augustus realized this, it was already too late.

Hate! Hate! Hate!

All the pain, all the sorrow, all the despair, all transformed into intense hatred.

Hatred for this world, hatred for the gods, hatred for the Holy Church, hatred for the murderer who killed Felice, and even hatred for herself!

Inside the Sanctum, a large number of clergy looked at each other in disbelief. When they saw Augustus rushing towards them at incredible speed, they had even prepared for battle. But who could have imagined that things would turn out this way?

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, gripping their weapons, unsure whether to charge forward and hack Augustus to death or leave him where he was.

They even felt that Pope Augustus was more grief-stricken by Felice's death than his own daughter, Rosweisse.

No one doubted that the blood and tears in Augustus's eyes and the pain on his face were feigned; they were absolutely impossible to fake, a release of his most genuine emotions.

What... exactly is going on?

Did Augustus really kill Felice?