lost, as if searching for a way out in the darkness.Now, all he could hope for was that the emissary carrying the Black Jade Demon King's relic would arrive soon to help them deal with the blood race'...Chapter 146: Lan Qi Made a Mess

In a dimly lit bedroom on the second floor of an ancient castle, antiquity and luxury coexisted harmoniously. Tranquility and solemnity prevailed, with no lamps lit. {Write here, I hope readers remember our domain name}

The murals on the bedroom walls depict scenes from the Honing Empire. The deep wood-grained walls and ceiling exude a rich sense of history.

On one side of the bedroom, the curtains were half-open beside a large glass window. Outside, the castle courtyard and the forest beyond were still hidden in the darkness, only faint moonlight filtering through the window and illuminating every corner of the room.

In the center stood a spacious four-poster bed. The ornate wooden frame and soft mattress, covered in pure white sheets and duvet, looked both luxurious and comfortable. On the headboard, two enormous feather pillows lay silently there, as if inviting guests into a sweet dreamland.

This bedroom not only evokes the history and stories of castles, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space where they can enjoy a peaceful night, relaxing their mind and body.

It's just... the atmosphere isn't quite right.

Beside the four-poster bed, a chain firmly bound a dark oak high-backed chair. A petite girl lay unconscious in it, her long hair cascading down to her shoulders, her skin as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hanging limply at either side of the chair.

Her body was bound tightly to a chair by several iron chains. Shackles, like a cold and hard snake, wrapped firmly around her ankles, preventing her from escaping.

The youngest of the three female members of the Cray Empire, she is also a traitor, aside from the Annihilation Saintess. She currently appears to be in a coma, her form once again resembling that of a frail and pitiful girl as she does when pretending during the day. It's hard to imagine she is a vicious member of the Cult of Resurrection.

It's as if acting has been ingrained in his very bones.

She has various physical and magical restrictions placed upon her. Although she can activate a blood race ability once now, due to her inherently weak attack attributes, her threat level is extremely low.

How long this silence lasted, I do not know.

In the dimly lit bedroom, a creak of the wooden door broke the silence, and the chill of autumn night from the mountainside wafted in.

The door creaked open, and a tall figure emerged from the doorway. His straight posture cast a long shadow in the dim moonlight.

Holding a water-filled iron bucket in his hand, he walked slowly into the room, each step heavy and clear, accompanied by the light clinking of metal armor.

He walked up to the unconscious girl and, without any hesitation, tipped the bucket of water over her. The cold water splashed instantly onto her body.

"Ouch!"

Water splashed everywhere, and the priestess of the Revival Church trembled violently. With a cough, her blue eyes flickered in terror.

She instinctively struggled with all her might, but the tightly wound iron chains held her fast, preventing her from moving a muscle.

"You guys...!"

The Revival Church deaconess was just about to shout, but her words stopped when she saw the paladin's figure.

The paladin stood there, his eyes cold and cruel as he watched her reaction, without a shred of pity or hesitation. He seemed like a different person altogether, causing the priestess's heart to instantly chill with a wave of fear.

Morning……and afternoon……this paladin, doesn't seem like this kind of person……

At this moment, the dimly lit room, with her bound to a chair, seemed to have become the focal point of all fear.

Those ornate furniture and decorations began to seem oppressive, making her feel a sense of loneliness.

After a few seconds, the door creaked open again, its heavy wooden frame groaning as it swung inward.

When the executioner entered, he wore thick cotton gloves on his hands, and the priest held an old rag mop.

Their eyes were just as frighteningly cold.

Their skilled and practiced demeanor, along with their calm expressions, resembled those preparing for a garbage cleanup.

Strange scenes flashed before their eyes, causing the atmosphere to become suddenly more tense and gloomy.

What are you going to do

The goddess' legs trembled helplessly, she always felt that something was off about these three people!

But the paladin ignored her screams and placed the iron bucket beside the priestess's chair.

Yet none of the executioners looked at her.

On the table lay a scroll wrapped in sheepskin, containing medical instruments that had originally been stored in the old castle.

"You might bleed a lot later, but that iron bucket should hold it."

The executioner picked up one of the willow-leaf knives, gazing at the fine glint reflected from its tip. He explained in a flat tone.

The goddess' eyes trembled violently, and she instinctively looked down at the iron bucket at her feet.

Her face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She didn't dare look any longer at the seemingly bottomless iron barrel after just a quick glance.

These three are completely different from their daytime selves, almost like they've become entirely new people. Compared to the always gentle and steadfast Fate Goddess Church disciples, they resemble evil beings disguised as false clergy!

"You...are you really divine servants of the Goddess of Fate"

The female officer of the Revival Church trembled with fear.

"Wow, she's a goddess!"

Three faces wore terrifying smiles, turned to her and said in unison.

"You, you all……ahhhh——!!"

……

In room 201, on the other side of the second floor.

I soon heard screams from the next room.

Accompanied by a light, quick step, the great poet of love opened his arms and ran over happily.

Got it!

The great poet, brimming with pride, patted Lanchi's shoulder lightly and quickly, as if taking credit for something.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of reforming the troublesome students. Lanfu, head of the Department of Moral Education."

Ranche smiled approvingly.

He felt that his school base was more complete.

Once everything is in place, I will definitely make the Purgatory Corridor Academy great again.

At all times, he will be re-appointed as the principal in this world again.

"Huff!"

The great poet, arms akimbo, nodded with satisfaction.

"Great love poet, where did you learn that from!"

Hubleyan stared at the great poet in disbelief.

Sometimes I feel like Da Ai poet is pretty good, sometimes I feel like she's truly evil.

Just hearing the heartbroken, desperate screams of the High Priestess from the Revival Church next door, Huberly just wanted to cover her ears and bury her head, pretending not to hear.

My own merits seem to be deducted by the second!

After this trip to the shadow realm, I guess I won't be going back to the temple to worship the goddess.

"Such a simple thing, shouldn't it come naturally Huberlian, you are truly a disgrace to the demon race!"

The great poet looked at Huberliyan, his left eye narrowed in disdain, and criticized him in a severe tone.

"…"

Huberley was speechless for a moment.

Although the great love poet seemed to be criticizing her, Huberlienne still felt a sense of pleasure for the first time hearing a demon call her the shame of their race.

She hurriedly repented to the goddess in her heart, she should have been feeling very heavy at this moment!

And Hubrian is very strange, why a great poet could possess such high wisdom and autonomy, no different from a true living being.

If it weren't for Lan Qi summoning the Great Compassion Poet through a magic card, no one would have realized that the Great Compassion Poet was actually a summoned creature. Not even the Blood Clan envoy who came to inspect the Demon Academy last time from the Shadow Realm could see through it.

"Well, Huberlian scribe, now we should also have a good chat with this noble lady from the Kreiss Empire."

A voice from the side, from Lance, roused Huberlian, who sat up straight in his chair.

At the same time, sitting across from them was a mage noble girl from the Cray Empire.

A squad of three girls from the Cretia Empire. The female knight, Destroyer Saintess, is dead. The other, a resurrectionist priestess, is being punished next door. And the last one, the only one who wasn't a resurrectionist, is this noble mage before Ranchi and Huberlian.

She was listless, leaning back in her chair with her head tilted slightly, allowing her brown hair to cascade over her cheeks as if the light had gone out of her eyes.

Neither was there any intention of speaking proactively nor of offering any resistance.

In five hours, it will all be over.

Everyone will die at the hands of the blood clan.

Just like her Krystal Empire, she is beyond saving.

Recommend this book~

(The End)

[ ]rately to stay with the youth, the noble air that naturally emanated from her was undeniable. She must be a carefully adorned noble miss.People who can be received as honored guests by the Card Master...