The scene happened quite unexpectedly.

Looking at the specters charging towards the High Priest, almost everyone was stunned.

The High Priest snorted coldly, and holy light radiated from him, ready to purify these presumptuous specters with divine magic.

However... before he could act, the specters charging towards him suddenly disappeared on their own.

Leaving the High Priest alone, poised to cast his magic, awkwardly frozen in place.

The eyes of the crowd fell on him, each with a hint of strangeness.

In fact, although the specters had just charged in his direction, no one really thought that he, a holy figure, was their true target.

However, the High Priest's preemptive action made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

The gazes of the crowd became even more peculiar.

Even though the specters had vanished unexpectedly.

But the High Priest's reaction gave the impression that he subconsciously believed that these specters were coming for him.

In other words, it gave off a sense of guilt.

The High Priest also realized his lapse and quickly tried to remedy it.

"This heretic has gone mad..."

"The specters are getting out of control, and if we continue like this, it may harm the innocent. We must intervene!"

However, as if defying him, the mad heretic fervently exclaimed.

"Harm the innocent?"

"No..."

"The Majestic Monarch is just, and only the sinners will receive retribution from the dead!"

Seeing that the heretic seemed like he wouldn't stop, the High Priest decisively unleashed a Sacred Fire, burning him to ashes.

Then, he commanded the Demon Hunter.

"Kara, take the Demon Hunters and quickly pursue those specters. We cannot allow the threat to expand any further!"

The High Priest looked solemn, his face stern with righteousness.

However, upon hearing his words, the usually swift female captain didn't immediately move.

Kara silently watched him, seemingly waiting for further explanation, while the High Priest frowned impatiently, urging.

"Kara? Why haven't you sent anyone yet?"

"As you command..."

Under the pressure from the High Priest, Kara finally averted her gaze and led the Demon Hunters away.

But the High Priest knew that his momentary lapse had left lingering effects.

Once suspicion and estrangement took root, it was difficult to eradicate them.

"High Priest, didn't you say not to act rashly to avoid angering the one behind the scenes?"

Seeing the High Priest's somewhat uneasy expression, Duke Borde frowned slightly and said quietly.

The High Priest fell silent.

He glanced at the mansion gradually returning to normal after the specters dispersed and said.

"HER presence has disappeared. That God... should have left."

Upon hearing his words, the Duke's attention also turned to the mansion and noticed that, indeed, after the specters scattered, the oppressive aura above the mansion began to dissipate rapidly.

"So that's it. I thought... that perhaps you were also involved in the salon and were being pursued by the specters..."

The old Duke chuckled and said.

The High Priest's expression instantly turned unpleasant.

"Duke, the heretics are adept at manipulating hearts and sowing discord. I believe you are aware of that."

"You're right."

The old Duke nodded.

With that, he looked at the mansion where the specters had erupted and said.

"Now that the God has left, let's go and take a look."

With that said, he didn't wait for the High Priest's response, leaping up with the aid of his unleashed power, and flew towards the mansion first.

Seeing the Duke's indifferent expression, the High Priest's mood turned sour.

If he could, he wouldn't want to go forward with the Duke but rather go ahead himself and erase all evidence related to him.

But now, he was somewhat stuck in a dilemma.

With a grim face, he quickly caught up.

The two Borde's formidable figures soon entered the mansion.

After the undead calamity, the mansion had turned into a veritable hell on earth.

The thick smell of blood assaulted them, and the entire ground was stained red with blood.

In the hall, there were no living nobles to be seen, only from the piles of flesh and debris on the ground could one vaguely discern the fragments of fine clothing.

However, from the empty iron cages in the hall, the beds and chairs that still bear traces, and the various torture instruments and toys, one could vaguely discern what this place used to be.

"It seems that this was indeed the venue for the salon..."

Duke Borde frowned.

"Search around and see if there are any survivors!"

He turned back to command the guards who followed.

The High Priest hesitated, wanting to stop the guards from searching.

However, looking at Duke Borde, he eventually swallowed his words.

His strength was not much greater than the Duke's.

He had missed the best opportunity.

He knew that Duke Borde was already suspecting his involvement with the salon.

Now, if he tried to stop them, it would only deepen their suspicions.

The High Priest could only hope now that there were no survivors here who knew his secret.

There shouldn't be... right?

After all, the nobles had all turned into minced meat.

However, what one least wants to happen always happens at the least opportune moment.

Before long, the guards returned.

"My lord Duke! High Priest! We've found several surviving members of the Blood Demon Cult in the dungeon! They are all unconscious."

Surviving members of the Blood Demon Cult?

The High Priest's expression changed instantly.

Duke Borde's face also became serious.

He snorted angrily.

"These damned bastards... are actually associated with the Blood Demon Cult! If I find out who is behind the salon, I will make sure to send their entire family to the Inquisition!"

Hearing the old Duke's words, the High Priest couldn't help but glance at him, while the guards who had returned coughed awkwardly.

"Cough... My lord Duke, we... we also found a study in the dungeon, and we think... you should take a look."

"A study?"

The old Duke frowned.

A study?

The High Priest's heart skipped a beat.

...

The two secular masters of Borde soon arrived at the study in the dungeon.

Seeing the shelves full of astrology magic books, the family's astrology instrument on the desk, and the familiar wizard robe on the hanger, the old Duke's expression changed almost instantly.

And when he saw the pile of minced meat on the study floor, he fell into silence.

After a long while, the old Duke sighed lightly.

"High Priest, let's go."

The two quickly left the study.

But as soon as they left, more guards came up to them.

"My lord Duke! High Priest! We found something new over here!"

"Something new?"

Seeing the study, the Duke seemed obviously distracted.

"Something new?!"

The High Priest became nervous again.

"Over here... it looks like some kind of evil ritual."

The guard said respectfully.

Ritual?

The high priest frowned, suddenly feeling a sense of unease.

Guided by the guard, the two heavy-hearted Blazing Suns quickly arrived at the sacrificial site on the other side of the corridor.

And at the sight of the iconic demonic eye and the altar made of bones, the High Priest's expression changed completely.

The God's Descent Ritual!

Damn it! These madmen of the Blood Demon Cult! They're actually preparing for the God's Descent Ritual!