Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

There are corpses here, but you still doubt whether you are with Augustus?

Rossweisse couldn't help but cursed bastard in her heart.

But Rossweisse was more patient than others. She raised her head and stared at Qin Chu, her golden eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed Qin Chu's palm with her little hand and put it on her heart.

"Master Brave, are you doubting what I said?"

hiss……

The tender and crisp voice, which seemed to be hurt by Qin Chu's suspicion, immediately made Qin Chu's body goosebumps.

This woman is really good at pretending.

As for the large group of clergymen next to them, their eyes were spitting fire.

Damn it, this is Her Majesty the Supreme Goddess. Even if you are a brave man, you are not someone you can touch casually. Why don’t you get rid of your dirty hands?

Qin Chu felt aggrieved. It was obviously Rossweisse who took the initiative to grab his hand. What does it have to do with him?

"Rossweisse, it's not that I don't want to believe you, it's just that it's hard for me to believe that Augustus would do such a thing. After all, he is already the pope. Does this do him any good?"

Although all the people in the temple were under Rossweisse's command, Qin Chu still wanted to cause trouble.

He wanted to leave a seed of doubt in these people's minds, even just a little bit.

Rossweisse's face was slightly stiff. She could not tell the story of Ross Felice being imprisoned by Augustus, as this would affect her reputation.

Paying too much attention to her own face, Rossweisse didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

Next to her, Santa Monica knew exactly when to speak and seized the brief blank: "Your Majesty the Brave and I mean the same thing."

"After all, Augustus is the pope of the Holy See. The involvement in this matter is of great importance, so it's better not to jump to conclusions easily."

"Besides, has anyone seen Augustus kill Her Highness Felice with their own eyes?"

Santa Monica knew Saint Phyllis, and they even had a good relationship in the past. Seeing Phyllis in this situation, Santa Monica couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Furthermore, Phyllis has been missing for many years, and now she suddenly appears in the same appearance. I feel that this matter should not be that simple. Maybe this is someone setting up a frame and deliberately causing Civil strife in the Holy See.”

"Perhaps it was the monsters who did it. After all, the brave man showed his might and not only repelled the monsters attacking from the front line, but even killed the second monster prince. As a result, the morale of the monsters dropped greatly, and the human coalition took the opportunity to recover a lot. Lost territory."

"Could this be a deliberate attempt by the monsters to cause internal strife among humans?"

"Your Highness Rossweisse, I know you must be feeling very painful after losing your mother, but we still need to investigate this matter carefully."

Bah, you are the monster, and your whole family is a monster.

Rossweisse cursed in her heart, but she didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. She thought her plan was flawless, but now she looked a little too young and was easily found by Qin Chu and Santa Monica. found the loopholes in it.

But what Santa Monica said is truly watertight, and I don’t know how to refute it at all.

What's worse is that some of the clergymen around are even looking at each other and muttering quietly.

They were just filled with righteous indignation at first, feeling that the mighty Pope Augustus actually did such a shameless thing, which was simply the greatest shame to the Holy See in thousands of years.

But now I feel like it's a little too reckless, trying the Pope without investigating everything clearly. Is it really okay?

The movement here made Rossweisse upset. She originally wanted to find the Brave Man and Santa Monica as witnesses, and if necessary, she could use the power of the Brave Man and Santa Monica to get rid of Augustus, but instead I didn't expect it would turn out like this.

However, the more this happened, the more Rossweisse became convinced that Qin Chu and Santa Monica did not know the truth.

If these two people had no doubts about what they said, Rossweisse would have to worry about whether there was something wrong somewhere.

Just when Rossweisse was at a loss for a moment, Douglas behind him suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Brave, His Majesty Santa Monica..."

"I'm sorry, but some things are secrets of the Holy See. We were not originally prepared to make them public. After all, they are related to the reputations of Phyllis and Rossweisse." Douglas weighed his words.

Rossweisse's pupils suddenly shrank. She knew what Douglas was going to say. She didn't want to do this, but she had no way to stop it, because apart from what Douglas was going to say, there was no way to convince Qin Chu and Santa Monica. .

Douglas vividly described how Augustus suddenly left the Holy See without leaving any information. He entered the Pope's palace with doubts in his heart and accidentally discovered a secret passage leading underground.

"The deepest part of the secret passage is a cage, and the person imprisoned in it is Her Highness Phyllis, who has been dead for a long time."

"Her Highness Phyllis is not missing, but has been imprisoned and tortured by Augustus for more than twenty years."

"This scene was seen by all of us together. There is absolutely no way it could be faked. Her Highness Felice died at the hands of Augustus."

"This devil must be judged."

Another archbishop shouted: "Yes, he must be judged."

Under Douglas's deliberate incitement, the entire church was filled with anger. The original doubts were instantly covered up by the blood from above. Each of the priests howled and roared loudly, like angry beasts.

Ekaterina, Athena, and Sylph also stood firmly behind Rossweisse.

This made Rossweisse feel a little proud, yes, that was how it had to be.

Qin Chu, on the other hand, focused his attention on Saint Felice in the ice coffin. He always felt that there was something... not right about the body of Saint Rose Felice.

The saint is indeed dead.

At least, physically speaking.

…

On the other side, Augustus finally returned to the Holy See.

Although it felt a little strange that the church was still brightly lit under the cover of night, Augustus did not have time to go there, but went straight to his palace.

He hasn't been back for too long, and he doesn't know how Phyllis is doing now. Although there was a reason for the incident, Augustus was still full of apology.

However, when Augustus hurried back to the palace, he was surprised to find that the room was in a mess, as if his house had been ransacked. To make matters worse, even the entrance to the secret passage had been opened.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A bad premonition was spreading in Augustus's heart.

His dry throat moved quickly as he swallowed saliva. Augustus' movements even looked a little embarrassed.

As soon as he entered the secret passage, he was greeted by the pungent, rich and rancid smell of blood. Dark red dried blood stains could be seen everywhere on the floor under his feet and on the walls on both sides.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and Augustus could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He ran down anxiously, but accidentally stepped on the ground, and his whole body was like a round ball. Gulugulu rolled downwards and did not stop until his body hit the wall.

Looking up, he saw several chains hanging down feebly. Where was Felice's figure?

Phyllis?

Where did Phyllis go?

At this moment, Augustus didn't have any dignity as a pope. He was like an old man in fear. He turned his head desperately to search.

But there is no place to hide in this small cage.

He was getting more and more panicked and terrified. He didn't know what happened during the time he was away.

Suddenly, Augustus' pupils shrank, and he thought of the brightly lit church.

It was already early in the morning, but there seemed to be a large number of people gathering there. What on earth were they doing?

Could it be that Phyllis lost control, broke free from the chains, and was caught by the priests in the Holy See?

When he thought of this, Augustus couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly got up from the ground and rushed out of the secret passage at an unprecedented speed. As soon as he arrived at the palace, he couldn't even control the impulse in his chest. , directly smashed into the wall and rushed towards the temple.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the church, his eyes instantly swept across the church.

The Brave Man, Santa Monica... and some other figures, none of them appeared in Augustus's eyes.

His eyes were just staring at the ice coffin placed in the middle of the church.

Also, the beautiful silent figure inside the ice coffin.

Buzz…

In an instant, Augustus' body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His face turned extremely pale in an instant.

His body was shaking violently, and only black and white remained in front of his eyes. He was clearly one of the strongest among humans. But at this moment, Augustus just felt like the world was spinning, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

The hoarse scream, like a cuckoo crying for blood, tore through the dark night sky.

Chapter 3 is here. Thank you Yong Nianwen for the reward, and thank you for your support.

Chapter 377 The dirtiest and filthiest evil fetus (4)

One of the pillars that had supported Augustus for more than twenty years now collapsed.

Why?

Why?

Why?

ah!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

The pope's elegance and dignity had completely disappeared at this moment. At this moment, Augustus only had a tearing scream in his throat.

His eyes were dull.

The body was convulsing like an electric shock.

He seemed to be crying, but it was more like howling at the top of his lungs.

What rolled down from the corners of his eyes was not tears, but blood. His tears had long since dried up.

Perhaps, this is what appears when sadness reaches the extreme.

For more than twenty years, Augustus has been struggling in pain. The hatred for revenge made Augustus desperately pursue power, but people cannot live in hatred all the time. No matter how determined a person is, he will eventually Under the torment of hatred, he gradually collapsed.

Reason will be lost, will will collapse, and soul will fail.

During this long period of time, it was Phyllis who continued to bring hope to Augustus.

Augustus could not forget how excited he was when Rose Felice appeared in front of him for a brief moment of tranquility for the first time, and his criss-crossed old face was covered with tears.

Augustus could not forget how happy he was when Phyllis could eat like a human for the first time, just like a child.

He couldn't forget how warm he felt in his heart when Phyllis would still squat beside him obediently even after he had unchained her.

What's more, I can't forget how hot the temperature of hope was when Phyllis could have a normal conversation with herself for the first time, even though it was only a few simple syllables.

hope.

These two simple words were an absolute luxury for Augustus.

How many times had Augustus imagined that one day when Phyllis could fully recover, they would be able to cuddle up together and bathe in the sun as before.

He told Phyllis about the changes in the empire and the Holy See over this long period of time.

It doesn't matter if Phyllis doesn't remember anything, even if she starts babbling, he will always be by Phyllis's side.

However, who would have thought that when he came back again, all he would see was a cold corpse.

He hates, he is desperate, and he wants to question this damn world, why is it so cruel to him?

Even the last bit of light in his own life must be taken away.

One of the two pillars supporting Augustus collapsed. How long can the remaining one hold up?

It wasn't until he lost Phyllis that Augustus realized that the most important thing in his mind was Phyllis. If Phyllis could survive, he would rather not think about revenge anymore...

Perhaps, he should never have left the Imperial City in the first place.

Unfortunately, by the time Augustus understood this, it was already too late.

hatred! hatred! hatred!

All the pain, all the sadness, all the despair, all turned into strong hatred.

Hatred for this world, hatred for the god, hatred for the Holy See, hatred for the murderer who killed Phyllis, and even hatred for myself!

In the church, a large number of clergymen looked at each other in confusion. When they saw Augustus rushing over at extremely fast speeds, these people were even ready to fight. But who would have thought that it would turn out like this in the end?

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, grabbing the weapons in their hands, rushing forward and hacking Augustus to death, or staying where he was.

They even felt that Pope Augustus was even more saddened by Phyllis' death than Rossweisse, his own daughter.

No one doubted that the blood and tears in the corners of Augustus's eyes and the painful expression on his face were all fake. They were the release of the most sincere feelings that could never be faked.

This... what exactly is going on?

Was Phyllis really killed by Augustus?