Chapter 129
Prague stepped into the corridor, his figure swapping places with the white shadow before him. When he glanced back, he was already clad in an ornate white robe, a white mask now covering his face.
In an instant, four white shadows surged toward the four attendants, diving into their bodies. With a piercing scream echoing in their minds, all four collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously.
When they awaken, they will have completely forgotten everything that happened today... They had once caught a glimpse of their own faces from afar, and to avoid exposing his disguised identity over trivial matters, he had to be cautious.
Priestess Jidi... investigating me? Hosting a banquet in advance...
He knew that Priestess Jidi was particularly eager to achieve recognition, but he never expected her to dare to investigate her superiors, risking a violation of the Church's laws...
If Jidi couldn't provide a satisfactory answer, her life would end here today.
He descended the steps, the white shadows trailing behind him.
Soon, he stood before the wooden door.
Inside... why is it so noisy?
How many people are in there?
Prague felt the chaotic buzzing in his mind, suppressing his displeasure as he commanded the white shadows to push open the wooden door.
Instantly, the entire sanctuary fell silent.
He looked at the hundreds of worshippers kneeling before him, and a few people hurriedly approaching him, his frown deepening.
Prague stepped into the sanctuary, and the white shadows closed the door behind him.
Jidi quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply before the bishop, and said, "Your Excellency, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Everything you instructed has been prepared."
At that moment, Jidi thought to herself: This bishop is quite punctual; he said he would arrive at 13:01, and he was right on the dot.
But why does this bishop seem... so emotionally volatile?
He’s definitely half-mad.
"What did you say?"
Prague's eyes narrowed beneath the mask, his emotions now beyond the control of the potion he had taken. "You dare to investigate me? What ritual are you talking about?"
The white shadows behind Prague lunged forward, one delivering a punch to Jidi's face. She spat out blood and was sent flying to the ground.
Meanwhile, Georgina, who had been following Jidi closely, felt a flicker of confusion upon hearing the bishop's voice.
What is this... some kind of extraordinary potion? Has it changed his voice? And he seems taller... Wait, has his gender changed too?
She remembered the bishop was a woman, wasn’t she?
Lying on the ground, Jidi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her nose was crooked, and even her front teeth felt loose, but all she could think was how unlucky she was.
This was definitely the bishop; she felt the same sensation she had experienced with Georgina, a complete lack of desire to attack.
Now, Jidi could only accept her misfortune, having encountered a mad bishop.
She had to find a way to escape quickly.
"Cough, cough..."
Jidi feigned severe injury, coughing up blood as she knelt on the ground. "Your humble servant has completed everything as per your instructions. Is there anything I did wrong, my lowly servant?"
At that moment, Prague was both shocked and furious. He looked at Jidi kneeling not far away, clearly sensing that she had placed herself in a very low position, and her words contained not a single lie.
Who?
Who is impersonating me?
Or is there another bishop who came before me?
No... wait...
Plop—
A drop of blood fell onto Prague's mask.
He slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mask, then looked up at the dome of the sanctuary.
In the darkness above, where the light of the flames could not reach, something terrifying and evil seemed to be stirring.
As he gazed into that darkness, Prague felt a spiritual alarm ringing in his mind.
"Bishop of Radiance" Prague suddenly raised his hand!
A white shadow shot straight up to the dome, exploding like a holy light bomb, illuminating the entire stone ceiling!
At the same time, it revealed the twisted bloodlines that seemed to have a life of their own, coiling above like a massive heart, pulsating rhythmically with the movement of those bloodlines.
At that moment, many of the worshippers were startled by the holy light above, looking up, thinking they might witness a miracle.
But upon seeing the bloodlines above, many began to hear eerie howls echoing in their minds.
No... this isn’t right...
Prague's eyes widened, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Jidi, still kneeling before him, had also looked up at the horrifying blood formation. She reacted even faster than Prague, her white shadows rushing toward the wooden door behind the bishop, ready to escape.
"Swish—"
A bloodline pierced through the dome, directly entering Jidi's head and driving straight into her heart, lifting her up as she struggled.
Countless bloodlines began to descend from above, hoisting one corpse after another, pulling them upward. In the process, many bodies were drained to the point of becoming mummified, completely devoid of life.
No... no!!!
The white shadows behind Prague burst forth, two shooting toward the back door, while four charged at the dark red vortex forming above.
He had to destroy this terrifying ritual formation before it fully materialized! If not, at least he could escape through "shadow shifting"!
Swish—
As the white shadows rushed toward the back door, they were suddenly torn apart by an unknown force, a whole chunk of their bodies ripped away, the pain felt like it was transmitted from a spiritual entity, nearly making Prague scream.
He quickly veered away from the door, fearfully looking up at the dark red vortex taking shape.
Almost everyone was being dragged toward the top, their flesh and blood, like offerings, being channeled through the intricate bloodlines into the dark vortex at the center.
A single star-like light drifted out from that seemingly unfathomable whirlpool.
Prague's mind went blank.
All the murmurs, fears, and pains seemed to vanish, leaving only a familiar warmth that felt like a fusion of flesh and blood.
Mother Goddess... above...
Prague knelt on the ground, looking up in terror at the vortex above.
The starlight entered Jidi's suspended, mangled body, causing it to rot and swell, forming grotesque tumors that slowly coalesced into a terrifying blood cocoon.
The cocoon's shell hardened bit by bit, pulsating as if alive, and through the remaining holy light, one could see the beautiful, ultimate life being nurtured within the translucent hard shell.
Crack—
The blood cocoon began to crack open, and a figure slowly descended from above, pairs of insect wings fluttering behind it, producing a wailing hum.
"Divine Servant... Master..."
Prague's emotions began to tremble with excitement as he gazed at the inhuman figure before him, his feelings nearing madness.
Under his gaze, the "Divine Servant" slowly lifted its head, looking toward the dome.
Its gaze seemed to penetrate the corpses and the terrifying blood formation above, through the stone dome, toward the existence above.
"Mother Goddess... Master."
A bloodline split open on the Divine Servant's face, as if calling out to some being above.
Mother Goddess?!
Prague looked up in astonishment at the dome above.
Who is up there?
Who has the right to be called Mother Goddess by the Divine Servant?!
The blood formation could not have been drawn and triggered out of thin air; someone must be nearby, conducting this ritual!
The words Priestess Jidi had spoken flashed in Prague's mind.
No... it’s not that someone is impersonating me, nor is anyone impersonating the bishop...
The one who instructed them to complete these rituals...
Is the agent of the Mother Goddess! The earthly vessel of the Mother Goddess!
It’s the Saintess!!!
"I... understand, Mother Goddess..."
The Divine Servant seemed to receive some instruction, its gaze slowly turning toward Prague.
A bloodline emerged from its split mouth, continuously dividing as it slithered toward Prague's body.
Prague knelt devoutly on the ground, arms outstretched, watching the creeping blood and flesh tendrils, frantically raising his head and shouting:
"Mother Goddess above!!! Ugh!!!"
The blood and flesh tendrils entered his body, gradually draining him inch by inch.
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