Chapter 678 Chapter 135 The Arrival of the Saint
Count Hyde raised his staff, and a ghostly blue flame ignited. His fierce face was held high. “For no reason, you come to this heavily guarded place where important criminals are held—Robert, are you, like Sirius, being bewitched by the witch’s servants?”
Miss Verafia glanced at him with her golden eyes, clearly displeased. It seemed being called a witch’s servant made her very unhappy.
Throughout the journey, Robert had gathered many knights belonging to his family. Hearing the other party’s words, he looked at his lord with surprise.
Robert’s gaze narrowed slightly, and he shouted loudly, “Hyde, your actions are witnessed by the blazing flame, why do you slander me!”
He turned his head to the young girl beside him, who was lightly clutching her skirt.
“Miss Verafia, Hyde has more men than I do. However, his strength is not as great as mine, and the Inquisition’s priests may not necessarily believe him… If Lord Igert is added, perhaps it will be enough to support until your friend arrives.”
“No.”
Igert suddenly spoke. He gripped the slightly trembling End and raised his head, a flash of blue light in his eyes. “Even in a hurry, how could he come alone?”
As expected, Count Hyde’s smile on the opposite side turned rampant.
“Are you looking for Lord Trist and Cardinal? Look behind you—”
Robert quickly turned around.
The space of the Inquisition was brightly lit, but in an instant, it was disturbed, as if distorted by space.
The not-heavy footsteps, in the momentary silence, seemed incredibly harsh. A spiritual pressure, like a burning golden light, surged like a tide.
Even without being fully displayed, even as if merely revealing its presence, it almost oppressed everyone present to the point of being unable to breathe, almost kneeling on the ground.
This was the oppression of a Sacred Domain, completely transcending the level of life! It almost represented the highest military might that life could reach, under the gods!
“Cardinal Bro… could it be that he is also on the side of the Frost Calamity?”
Count Robert managed to utter a difficult sentence. Whether it was from Verafia’s words or his own judgment… this cardinal from the Church seemed to have been merely deceived.
But what was seen now was absolutely not the case!
The footsteps from afar gradually became clearer, and the spiritual pressure, like surging waves, gradually subsided. In everyone’s eyes, the cardinal, representing the name of a saint and appearing with the reputation of a divine envoy, emerged.
Still with his usual, rigid and solemn expression, his thoughts were seemingly undisturbed by everything before him. In his left hand, he held the sacred relic scepter, its golden light shining brightly, as if gilded on his flowing divine robes.
Even in the dim view, it was undeniably conspicuous.
“A Saint Realm…”
Igert tightly gripped End in his palm. The psychic sword trembled slightly. He managed to maintain the stability of the demonic power within his body and raised his eyes, gazing at the saintly rank radiating golden brilliance.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t faced Saint Realms or even higher beings before… but more often than not, he had the protection of the Sacred Sword and Verafia. This time, it was the first time he truly faced it alone.
“Heh… interesting. The staff in that person’s hand, hehe, it looks like it has quite a relationship with that woman.”
In his mind, a voice he hadn’t heard in a long time suddenly emerged, with a hint of playfulness. Igert’s pupils flickered. “Anderdun?”
Igert remembered that the last time this monarch from the Demon Race had spoken was when he was shopping with Verafia… At that time, Anderdun seemed to be hinting at Cardinal Bro, who had arrived in Vinash.
Recalling it now, Anderdun at that time had already noticed the Mistetinn’s Staff in Cardinal Bro’s hand.
Since signing the contract with Anderdun, the other party had entered his body and his appearance was entirely at his own discretion. Igert would not believe that he would appear for no reason. “Senior Anderdun, have you discovered something?”
“Discovered…? Heh. Kid, you should know that the blizzards on this continent were brought by gods like that woman. This person is a saint of your human race, but it seems he has hidden a trace of ice in that staff.”
Anderdun’s voice made Igert’s pupils flicker slightly.
He forcefully raised his eyes. The Mistetinn’s Staff in Cardinal Bro’s hand was dazzling, and its power, contained within a momentary flame, almost made it impossible for him to open his eyes.
However, after all, Igert had been chosen by Verafia as a divine successor, and he had passed more than half of the trial passed down by Lava God King Herafir, even obtaining a Divine Spark. After a brief adaptation, he slowly opened his True Sight Eye.
“A trace of ice…”
Amidst the burning flames, Igert did indeed see a wisp of ice-blue color. Having accompanied the goddess, he was no stranger to this. This was indeed a law belonging to the gods, transcending the mortal world.
He had no doubt that if this wisp of ice were truly displayed,
Igert then thought of Tais’s words from not long ago. She said that Cardinal Bro had obtained a “heart” of the Frost God.
Had Bro always hidden this “heart” of the Frost God in the Mistetinn’s Staff? Then, what was his true intention…?
Igert looked up. “Senior Anderdun…”
“Are you asking me to make a move?”
The voice echoed in Igert’s mind. “Heh heh. I promised you and Verafia, and I can certainly help you. Kid, you’ve already absorbed this seat’s Magic Crystal, right? Open your mind, and this seat can take over your body.”
Take over his body?
Igert realized what the other party meant, and then a hint of hesitation arose in his heart.
He had not forgotten that at the beginning, this Demon Race Monarch had intended to seize his body… only to give up for now under Verafia’s threat.
Before, when Anderdun gave him his Magic Crystal, Igert had speculated that this ill-intentioned old demon was preparing for his grand plan of taking over.
If Anderdun were to truly control his body, Igert would have no means to take it back.
“Heh heh.”
Anderdun saw his hesitation and sneered mockingly. “If you are unwilling, then it wouldn’t be considered that this seat is not fulfilling the contract, would it?”
…
Just as Igert was hesitating, Cardinal Bro slowly walked closer and stopped. The fiery light of the flame staff held by the old man illuminated the dark environment.
He was only accompanied by Trist and Kaino, but the feeling of being surrounded by Robert and the others was like being encircled by an army of thousands.
The invisible oppression of the saint permeated the entire Inquisition.
Bro’s face was calm, his old face like a statue, showing no joy or anger. His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Igert.
Count Hyde’s expression became arrogant, and he shouted loudly, “My Lord Cardinal, please take action and capture these traitors who are colluding with the Frost Calamity!”
