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This strange situation made everyone uncontrollably suspicious.

Whispering to each other, the rustling sounds continued one after another.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Augustus finally struggled to get up from the ground. At this moment, Augustus lacked the majesty of being a pope. He was covered in mess and dirt, his eyes, face, and mouth. All were stained with bright red blood.

As he staggered towards the ice coffin, he felt as if anyone could chop Augustus into pieces with just one knife.

However, there was an inexplicable creepy aura surrounding Augustus.

Subconsciously, the crowd automatically separated in the middle, and hundreds of clergymen made way for themselves, watching helplessly as Augustus walked towards the ice coffin step by step.

Creak, creak... creak...

Augustus' body began to make strange noises, whether from his teeth or somewhere else.

Under the wrinkled skin, it seemed that one could see strips of objects moving continuously, and his eyes had turned scarlet.

Let the bright red and sticky blood roll down his cheeks and drip onto the ground.

Every time the soles of his feet fell, large cracks immediately appeared on the hard floor, spreading like a spider web and extending to the walls of the church. The white walls were covered with finger-width cracks.

Even the Holy Cathedral, which had not suffered much damage during previous major earthquakes, seemed to be about to collapse at any time.

Augustus finally moved his body in front of the ice coffin with difficulty, stroking the cold coffin with his fingers.

The next moment, there was a snap, and the ice coffin exploded instantly.

Countless fine crystal dust scattered in the air.

Scattered on the ground, scattered on Phyllis's face, scattered on Augustus' shoulders.

"who……"

"Who killed Phyllis?"

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

Augustus kept repeating these words as if he was nervous. His voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife piercing people's hearts.

Every word carries an irresistible pressure.

Those with insufficient strength may not even be able to bear it at all. They will only feel a burst of intense depression and pain in their chest and abdomen. Blood spurts out of their mouths, and their faces are sluggish.

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

Augustus's voice still echoed in the church, with a faint echo.

The terrifying sense of oppression is almost becoming real, like a towering mountain suppressing everyone's heart.

Even Douglas, Rossweisse, and those powerful great sages could not bear the terrifying oppression and turned pale.

Everyone knew that Augustus was very powerful, but he rarely showed his strength in front of the believers of the Holy See. Rossweisse was horrified to find that she had misjudged that this pope was more powerful than imagined.

Qin Chu's expression was also solemn, and the weird squirming under Augustus' skin made him think of Wadsworth involuntarily.

This world is really fucking hopeless.

The three most powerful beings in the human world, Santa Monica is a believer in sin.

Both Wadsworth and Augustus were tainted by the blood of the evil god.

Now only Sage Mountain is still a piece of pure land.

There was deathly silence all around. No one dared to speak at this time. Only Qin Chu took a deep breath.

He walked forward slowly, came to Augustus' side, and even patted Augustus gently on the shoulder: "His Majesty the Pope..."

"Your Majesty the Brave, are you here too?" Augustus seemed to have discovered Qin Chu's existence at this moment. His voice was slightly surprised, and the intense and violent madness in his eyes seemed to have subsided a little.

"It was Her Majesty Saint Rossweisse who invited me and Her Majesty Saint Monica to come and watch the ceremony."

"Her Highness Rossweisse said you killed Saint Phyllis."

Qin Chu told the truth shamelessly.

"Your Highness Augustus, tell me this is not true. You are a kind elder and would never do such a thing, right?"

"These things must have been done by monsters. Yes, that guy Romon. He has killed many human masters."

Luo Meng, if he takes the blame for a little bit, he won't have any objections. Rather, that guy will be very excited.

However, it no longer mattered whether it was Romon or not. As long as Qin Chu named Rossweisse's name at this time, it was enough to transfer all Augustus' suspicions to Rossweisse.

Sure enough, Augustus's pupils suddenly shrank, and he glanced in the direction of Rossweisse. He looked at the saint, a cardinal, three former members of the brave team, and four saints. The deputy head of the Knights, six archbishops, more than twenty bishops...

Augustus was no fool.

Before, he was just shocked by the scene of Phyllis' death and ignored his surroundings, but now when Augustus saw these people, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Your Majesty the Brave, you are such a good person." Augustus lowered his eyes and said softly.

This man may not know how many people's eyes are focused on him, and the intrigues and intrigues are like chains, entangling him tightly.

"Please leave here." Augustus suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control it later, and it will be bad if I hurt you."

This was Augustus's final advice.

However, Qin Chu's expression was a little strange. It felt really strange to praise himself as a good person.

The corners of his mouth were just slightly curved. He would not leave. With such a wonderful performance, Qin Chu would definitely see the moment it came to an end no matter what.

Augustus stared at Rossweisse and approached Rossweisse step by step.

His voice was low and depressed:

"You're a bastard with the dirtiest and most filthy blood flowing through your body. Maybe I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted in the first place. The moment you were born into this world, I strangled you to death in your infancy."

"You filthy evil fetus, no matter how much teaching and baptism you undergo, you can't change your vicious and cruel nature."

"Rossweisse, you actually killed your own mother."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar around him.

Augustus actually accused Rossweisse of killing Saint Felice himself?

What exactly is going on?

Also, what about the filthy evil fetus? Are you talking about Rossweisse?

Isn’t the saint the daughter of a god?

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In an instant, the atmosphere in the church became more and more depressing.

The filthiest and filthiest bloodline?

Could this be the Holy Lady?

But the saintly lady is obviously the daughter of a god, right?

Not to mention these people, even Qin Chu was a little surprised. There have always been various rumors about Rossweisse's life experience, but Qin Chu never expected that Rossweisse would have a relationship with the so-called god.

Most of the gods had fallen a thousand years ago, and only the goddess of Holy Light and the fate of Moirai still survived.

These two seem to be goddesses, right?

Could it be that those twisted and weird existences in the void were what made Phyllis pregnant and gave birth to Rossweisse?

Bizarre and neither male nor female, twisted toads, balls of flesh covered with tentacles, strange eyeballs with vertical pupils, twisted human faces burning with strange blue-purple flames...

For a moment, Qin Chu felt some pity for Felice. No matter which one of them it was, it would be unbearable torture for Felice.

These are all fucking evil gods.

Rossweisse's expression has not changed at all, only those eyes are shining with coldness. Augustus knows his identity, and what kind of words he will say at this time, Rossweisse has already been in his mind. I have rehearsed it countless times and already have a plan in mind.

There was even a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth: "The dirtiest and most filthy blood?"

"Augustus, are your methods limited to this?"

"You want to tarnish my glory by using this method?"

"No, no one will believe it."

"Everyone knows that I am the daughter of the supreme god. Saint Phyllis received the grace of the god and finally gave birth to me. The most noble blood flows in my body. They have all personally witnessed the divine descent and come into contact with it. I have experienced the oracle and felt the grace of the gods.”

Rossweisse's voice was full of high pitch and excitement, and even became a little sharp. Her hands were open as if she were embracing something, and her eyes were shining with the brightest light.

Her body was shaking with excitement.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

Celebrate.

Rejoice.

Worship.

The shocked gazes around her made Rossweisse feel unprecedentedly satisfied. This was the effect she wanted.

She has never been afraid of revealing her identity, she just wants to declare her nobility on a grander and grander occasion.

It's a pity that Wadsworth and Zimmerman didn't come, otherwise the scene would have made her even more happy.

Along with Rossweisse's voice, her body seemed to be flashing with a hazy layer of purple, red, green and black light, shining brightly and permeating with evil.

Sylph, Athena, and Ekaterina looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes. They did not expect Rossweisse's origin to be so exaggerated. They finally understood Rossweisse's origin. Why has Weisel's attitude changed so much recently?

The daughter of the gods...perhaps it was this identity that gave Rossweisse an unprecedented level of pride and confidence, making her even unable to maintain the disguise on her face.

Santa Monica also looked gloomy.

The faces of hundreds of senior clergymen around him changed slightly.

They all touched the scroll.

Rossweisse's words were not only meant for the brave Qin Chu, Santa Monica and Augustus across the way, but also for them.

Their fate has been linked to Rossweisse. Regardless of whether what they feel is a true god or not, it must be so at this time.

Regardless of whether the filthy evil blood flowing in Rossweisse's body or the blood of gods, it must be the latter.

Augustus still stared at Rossweisse's face quietly:

"Grace?"

"You actually said that was grace?"

"God?"

"You actually said those twisted and ugly things are gods?"

Those ones?

Qin Chu's thoughts moved slightly, and he looked at Felice with more and more pity.

This woman has endured too much torture.

"Do you know that after the so-called grace in your mouth, Phyllis went crazy for more than 20 years?"

Augustus said word by word, he wanted to reveal Rossweisse's true face and let people understand how dirty blood flowed in this woman's body.

However, after seeing the gazes of the saints around him, Augustus suddenly let out a long breath. He already understood that these people had been manipulated by Rossweisse. They had already become Rossweisse. Visser's most loyal lackey.

All this was because he was busy seeking revenge and neglected to control the Holy See.

Obviously, the brave man had created several opportunities for himself to strengthen his control over the Holy See, but he failed to grasp them all, and now the backlash has finally come.

At this moment, alone and helpless.

There are enemies everywhere in the huge temple.

That feeling is really a bit sad.

At this moment, only the brave Qin Chu was doubtful, and Santa Monica frowned.