Inside the Grand Cathedral, everything happened without warning. One moment, they were chatting and laughing; the next, Mogans and Nero had struck.
At such close range, faced with elite Ability Users like Mogans and Nero, Tyrael had almost no chance to fight back. Before his Holy Flame could even ignite, their overwhelming power pinned him down. His cheek slammed against the floor, Mogans's five fingers pressed hard against his skull, and immense source energy locked down his will.
Terror appeared on Tyrael's face.
Clearly.
He had never imagined they would attack him outright.
The sight shocked everyone present. The surrounding nobles recoiled in terror, hands clamped over their mouths, and the sudden turn of events stunned the entire hall.
"Lord Divine Chosen?! What is the meaning of this?!"
Tyrael's eyes bulged with fury. His entire head was pressed against the floor, and his body could not move beneath that overwhelming force.
Although he was also an Ability User of the Six Origin Substances, his strength was utterly useless against Mogans and Nero, the two most powerful Ability Users in Clockwork City.
The other bishops were equally shaken and retreated one after another.
"My lord, what exactly..."
Lin En gazed at Tyrael, pinned to the floor.
He advanced step by step.
Everyone in the hall turned toward him, breathing rapidly, silent with fear.
"Bishop Tyrael."
Lin En stopped before him and looked down at his face.
"Have ten years of lying comfortably low... made you forget what you once did? You serve the Crimson Secret Cult, don't you? Do you remember the Vessel incident over a decade ago? Right under the Church's nose, here in Clockwork City, how many homeless children became Vessels for your experiments..."
"Surely you haven't forgotten? Weren't you the mastermind behind that Vessel incident?"
At those words,