Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 56 The Royal Meeting

"what happened?"

The smoke dissipated, and the suspended Celt's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly moved away from Archbishop Anthony.

A black figure stood up in the huge pothole in the middle of the main hall, and dust kept shaking off the outer feathers.In the middle of the figure, the silver-white mask moves automatically without wind.

"Your blood...has been contaminated."

A male voice sounded softly.

Under the pure black leather gloves, a blood-red double-edged knife appeared, with bright red flames burning on it.

In the next second, it was suddenly separated from the buckle in the middle of the handle!

"Only a glorious death can heal you!"

The voice suddenly rose, and the beaked eyes stared at this royal demigod!

Madness and twist are evident in the words.

Faint smoke diffused from around the figure, symbolizing that he had consumed a dangerous elixir.

【Beast Blood Pill】

[The pills banned by the Healing Church are roughly composed of coagulated beast blood, which can make the inhuman blood in the user's body 'boil'. 】

[Tearing the enemy's flesh and blood, bathing in the opponent's blood, this will give the user extraordinary strength and strength. 】

At the same time, the sense of crisis that Celt could feel from him was rising, and the spirituality frantically warned in his mind, reminding the other party that he was completely different from the state where he didn't even dodge the slash at the beginning.

"Bishop Anthony!" Celt yelled for support as he retreated.

"Movement is prohibited here!"

"Trespassing is a crime!"

However, when facing the Nighthawks, the sluggish figure showed shocking speed at this moment. Even with the constraints of extraordinary abilities, the black shadow was barely visible to the naked eye.

Celt's ability made a few holes in the opponent's clothing during the confrontation, but only revealed a hollow inside.

The black crow feathers drew a slender arc in the hall, and with the flames burning on the blade, it locked onto the demigod a few meters away!
Cracks burst open on the ground!

This is the trajectory of projections and the extraordinary abilities of the demigods of the royal family competing against each other.

"Dark night!"

Behind, Archbishop Anthony chanted solemnly.

A thick black mist enveloped the damaged hall!
However, it didn't work as it should.

In the next second, a scarlet flame suddenly appeared, cutting through the mist that was so invisible!

The bright firelight made Celt's ugly face dripping with cold sweat clearly visible at night.

The blade is coming!

"No fire here!"

"Confinement!" The royal demigod roared violently.

The blade seemed to lose its sharpness and speed in an instant, and stopped abruptly in midair.

Even the flames stagnated for a moment.

But in the next second, thin lines like broken glass spread out from the locked space...

"Crack!"

The huge force withdrew the sword from the extraordinary confinement!
Selt's eyes widened in disbelief.

In mid-air, the crow feathers seemed to be real wings, and suddenly unfolded along with the figure of the young man leaping into the air.

With his left and right hands, Sen Leng's sharp blade was raised high.

whoosh-

Celt retreated extremely quickly in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the arc of the long knife.

unfortunately immediately
"boom!!"

The scarlet flaming saber arc was delayed for a few seconds, and it exploded without warning, drawing a terrifying gap in the demigod's chest!

The blood poured out crazily without stopping!
The huge cross knife pierced through his broad chest, splitting the whole body.The shattered pieces of flesh could no longer support the internal structure, and scarlet and whitish organs continued to flow out of the wound.

In just a few tens of seconds, the demigod was dying!

On the other hand, Archbishop Hei Ye found with a dignified expression that his extraordinary ability, dream state, had no effect on the other party at all, as if his authority had overlapped.

As a result, most of the rest of his auxiliary abilities are difficult to use in battle.

But in the eyes of the dying Celt, the other party is just standing by.

And the royal family, which was supposed to help him through blood, was dead silent.

'There is no chance of winning. '

He judges immediately.

At the border between life and death, Celt also showed determination in his eyes.

If George III hadn't issued a death order recently, asking all the demigods to step up the hunt for the murderer of the Cappin case, he would not have fallen into the current situation.

Want to make him an outcast?There are no doors!

Celt's spirituality traced the blood in the opposite direction, and a powerful force erupted.

"exile!"

The moment the long knife was swung downward, the space suddenly distorted, and the figure of Crow Feather was wiped away like a law!

……

Space looks dizzy like the eye of a hurricane spinning all around.

But he's used to it.

The projection that was "exiled" calmly grabbed the handle of the knife in his hand, waiting for the short teleportation to end.

Then send it back to fight that demigod.

His invisible figure under the silver beak mask actually has the same face as Jagel, but with a completely different expression.

In addition to distortion and madness, there is also a kind of arrogance that ignores all things.

Oh, but that's actually not very accurate.

Because after consuming the Beast Blood Pill, dense blood vessels had crawled out of his face, and on his arms and neck, countless scarlet eyes split from the skin, turning around in a 'gulu gulu', constantly capturing the surrounding information.

It's a far cry from Jagel, who is trying to maintain his human form.

However, the projection himself did not make any waves, and used these new organs freely.

Although the countless red granulation tentacles are invisible, they can silently roll out several yellowed needle tubes with their real bodies, waiting for quick treatment when they are injured.

Eerie runes flickered in his ever-changing pupils.

In the middle of the night, King George III was sitting in the secret palace, and with deep anger, he threw the colorful vase on the table to the ground!

"Whoa!"

The splashed ceramic fragments flew towards the surrounding royal lords with sharp edges, but none of them dared to dodge.

These gray-haired high-ranking officials, who were almost all high-sequences, lowered their noble heads and stood aside to listen to the king's reprimand.

"A bunch of trash!!"

George III's face was distorted with anger, and his muscles twitched weirdly, looking a little ridiculous.

"What have you been doing all four days? What are you doing!"

"So many Sequence Threes! Sequence Fours! You can't even catch a cult member for four days! Drinking potions is worse than feeding them to dogs!"

"Now that Celt is going to have an accident in front of the Church of Evernight, don't you think they won't be suspicious when they see his extraordinary extraordinary characteristics?!"

Every word in the question is worthy of rebuttal by the lords in charge below.

For example, the cultists are obviously not ordinary cultists at the same level as the Extraordinary who died at the gate of the Church of Storms, but a saint who can escape under the three church archbishops and even injure one.

And, even if Celt hadn't attacked St. Samuel's Cathedral, the church was still suspicious of them.

But no one spoke out.

Unlike the nobles, these royal families are the groups that are deeply bound to the honor and disgrace of George III.

They have no right to object.

If the king fails to become a god, they all risk war and destruction.

　It’s a bit short. I originally wanted to write a longer one at night to make up for tomorrow’s single change, but I found that making up for it in the morning seems to be able to drive out the double change. Everyone, wait~
　　
　
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