God Said, "Let There Be No Light in This World"

This strange situation caused everyone to uncontrollably begin to have doubts.

They whispered amongst themselves, and the rustling sounds continued incessantly.

It's unclear how much time passed, Augustus finally struggled to his feet. At this moment, Augustus utterly devoid of the dignity befitting a pope, covered in filth and grime, with bright red bloodstains on his eyes, face, and mouth.

He staggered toward the ice coffin, as if anyone could easily chop Augustus with a single blow.

However, an eerie aura inexplicably emanated from Augustus.

Instinctively, the crowd parted in the middle, with hundreds of clergy making way for Augustus walked step by step toward the ice coffin.

Creak, creak... creak...

Strange sounds began to emanate from Augustus's body, whether from his teeth or some other part of his body.

Beneath his wrinkled skin, one could almost see strips of flesh wriggling within; his eyes had turned a deep crimson.

He let the bright red, viscous blood roll down his cheeks and drip onto the ground.

With each step he took, large cracks immediately appeared on the hard floor, spreading like a spider web all the way to the walls of the Sanctum, covering the pristine white walls with finger-width fissures.

Even the Holy Cathedral, which had not suffered much damage during the previous major earthquake, looked like it could collapse at any moment.

Augustus finally managed to move his body to the front of the ice coffin, his fingers stroking the cold surface.

The next instant, with a crack, the ice coffin shattered.

Countless tiny dust particles drifted and scattered in the air.

Scattered on the ground, scattered on Felice's face, scattered on Augustus's shoulders.

"Who..."

Who killed Felice?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Augustus repeated these words over and over as if he were neurotic. His voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a knife stabbing into people's hearts.

Every word carried an irresistible pressure.

Those who lack the strength cannot even withstand it, feeling only a violent compression and pain in their chest and abdomen, spitting out blood, and becoming pale and weak.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Augustus's voice still echoed in the Sanctum, its sound faint and distant.

The terrifying sense of oppression was almost tangible, like a towering mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Even Douglas, Rosweisse, and those powerful Grand Sage could not withstand the terrifying pressure and turned pale.

Everyone knew that Augustus very powerful, but he rarely showed his strength in front of the followers of the Holy Church. Rosweisse was horrified to discover that she had misjudged him; this pope was even more powerful than she had imagined.

Qin Chu's expression was also solemn. The strange writhing beneath Augustus's skin involuntarily reminded him of Wadsworth.

This world is truly beyond saving.

The three most powerful beings in the human world, Saint Monica is a follower of Sin of Desire.

Both Wadsworth and Augustus were corrupted by the Evil God's Blood.

Now only Sage Mountain remains a relatively pristine place.

A deathly silence enveloped them; no one dared to speak at that moment, except for Qin Chu, who took a deep breath.

He slowly stepped forward, came to Augustus's side, and even gently patted Augustus on the shoulder. "Your Majesty..."

"Hero, you're here too?" Augustus seemed to only then notice Qin Chu's presence. His voice was slightly surprised, and the intense, churning madness in his eyes seemed to have subsided a little.

"It was Her Highness Saint Rosweisse who invited Her Saint Monica and me to attend the ceremony."

"Princess Rosweisse says that you killed Saintess Felice."

Qin Chu spoke the truth shamelessly.

"Your Highness Augustus, tell me this isn't true. You are a kind elder; you would never do such a thing, would you?"

"These things must have been done by Magic Creature. Yes, it's that guy Ramon. He's already killed many human experts."

Ramon, if he were to take the blame for something, he probably wouldn't have any objections; in fact, he'd probably be quite excited.

However, whether it was Ramon or not is no longer important. As long as Qin Chu mentions the name of Rosweisse at this moment, it is enough to shift all of Augustus's suspicions onto Rosweisse.

As expected, Augustus's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze swept towards Rosweisse's direction, taking in the image of the saintess, a cardinal, three former members of the Hero's Party, four vice-commanders of the Holy Knights Order, six archbishops, and more than twenty bishops...

Augustus was by no means a fool.

Previously, he was so shocked by the sight of Felice's death that he ignored his surroundings, but now that Augustus saw these people, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Hero Excellency, you are truly a good person," Augustus said softly, his eyelids lowering.

This man may not realize how many eyes are on him, and how conspiracies and schemes are like chains binding him tightly.

"You should leave," Augustus suddenly laughed. "I'm afraid I might lose control and hurt you."

This was Augustus's final piece of advice.

However, Qin Chu's expression was somewhat strange. It was really odd to be praised as a good person.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips. He wouldn't leave; such a brilliant performance was one Qin Chu would definitely watch until the very end.

Augustus fixed his gaze on Rosweisse, approaching Rosweisse step by step.

His voice was low and suppressed:

"You bastard with the filthiest and most vile blood flowing through your veins, perhaps I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted back then, strangling you in your swaddling clothes the moment you were born."

"You filthy, Evil Fetus, no matter what teachings and baptisms you undergo, your fierce and cruel nature cannot be changed."

"Rosweisse, you actually killed your own mother!"

These words caused an uproar among those around them.

Augustus actually accused Rosweisse of personally killing Felice?

What exactly is going on?

And what about the tainted, Evil Fetus? Does it refer to Rosweisse?

Isn't the Holy Maiden the daughter of a god?

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In an instant, the atmosphere in the Sanctum became increasingly oppressive.

The most filthy and disgusting bloodline?

Could this be referring to the Holy Maiden?

But isn't the Holy Maiden clearly the daughter of a god?

Not to mention these people, even Qin Chu was somewhat surprised. There had always been all sorts of rumors about Rosweisse's background, but Qin Chu never imagined that Rosweisse would have a relationship with the so-called gods.

The gods had mostly perished a thousand years ago, leaving only the Goddess of Holy Light and a woman named Moirai whose Fate still remained.

These two seem to be goddesses, right?

Could it be those twisted and bizarre beings in the Void that impregnated Felice and ultimately led to the birth of Rosweisse?

A bizarre creature, neither male nor female, a twisted toad, a fleshy mass covered in tentacles, eerie eyes filled with vertical pupils, a distorted human face burning with strange blue-purple flames...

For a moment, Qin Chu felt a pang of pity for Felice, for no matter which one it was, it was an unbearable torment for Felice.

These are all damn Evil God.

Rosweisse's expression remained unchanged, only her eyes flashed with coldness. Augustus knew her identity and what he would say at this moment. Rosweisse had already rehearsed it countless times in her mind and had a plan in mind.

A mocking smile even appeared on her lips, "The dirtiest, most filthy blood?"

"Augustus, is this all the methods you have?"

"You think you can tarnish my honor with such means?"

"No, no one will believe that."

"Everyone knows that I am the daughter of the supreme god. Saintess Felice, through divine favor, gave birth to me. The most sublime blood flows in my veins. They have all personally witnessed divine descent, received Divine Oracle, and experienced divine grace."

Rosweisse's voice was high-pitched and excited, even becoming somewhat shrill. Her arms were outstretched as if embracing something, and her eyes shone with the brightest light.

Her body was trembling with excitement.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.

Let's celebrate!

Rejoice!

Let us worship.

The astonished gazes surrounding her gave Rosweisse an unprecedented sense of satisfaction; this was exactly the effect she wanted.

She was never afraid to reveal her identity; she simply wanted to proclaim her sublimity in a grander, more magnificent setting.

It's a pity that Wadsworth and Zimmerman didn't come; otherwise, the scene would have been even more enjoyable for her.

As Rosweisse's voice rang out, her body seemed to shimmer with a hazy, mixed light of purple, red, green, and black, gleaming and exuding an eerie aura.

Sylph, Athena, Ekaterina exchanged glances, all seeing the shock in each other's eyes. They hadn't expected Rosweisse's background to be so outrageous, and they finally understood why Rosweisse's attitude had changed so drastically recently.

Daughter of the gods... Perhaps it was this identity that gave Rosweisse unprecedented pride and confidence, making it impossible for her to even maintain the pretense on her face.

Saint Monica's face was also gloomy.

The expressions of the hundreds of high-ranking clergy members around them changed slightly.

They had all touched the scroll.

Rosweisse's words were not only meant for the Hero Qin Chu, Saint Monica, and Augustus on the other side, but also for them.

Their Fate were already intertwined with Rosweisse's, and regardless of whether what they sensed was a true god or not, at this moment it had to be.

Whether the blood flowing through Rosweisse's veins is filthy, malevolent, or divine, it must be the latter.

Augustus continued to gaze silently at Rosweisse's face:

"Favor?"

"You actually call that a favor?"

"Gods?"

"You actually said those twisted and ugly things are gods?"

Those ones?

Qin Chu's thoughts stirred slightly, and his gaze toward Felice became even more filled with pity.

This woman has endured too much suffering.

"Do you know that after what you call favor, Felice went insane for over twenty years?"

Augustus spoke slowly and deliberately, wanting to expose Rosweisse's true colors and let people know how filthy the blood flowing through this woman's veins was.

However, after seeing the gazes of the clergy around him, Augustus suddenly let out a long sigh of relief. He understood that these people had all been manipulated by Rosweisse, and they had long since become Rosweisse's most loyal lackeys.

All of this was because he was so busy with revenge that he neglected to control the Holy Church.

The Hero had created several opportunities for him to strengthen his control over the Holy Church, but he failed to seize them all, and now the backlash had finally arrived.

At this moment, we are isolated and helpless.

The vast Sanctum was filled with enemies.

That feeling was rather melancholic.

At this moment, only the Hero Qin Chu remained skeptical, while Saint Monica frowned deeply.