Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 561 - 562: Uninvited Guest [1/2]

Even though Fiona’s troops were still being delayed by the High Priest of the Divine Punishment sect, Wilt;

Even though the fate of the two Apostles of Heaven was uncertain under the fierce assault of Sword Demon;

Even though the military base where the Girl of Destiny was located was being attacked by a powerful monster;

Even though the fate of the troops that had provided support before was unknown;

Kael, the supreme ruler of Asumos Church, always wore that serene smile, as if no news could disturb his composure.

However,

If other believers were to come to this grand cathedral of the divine city, they would probably be surprised to find that the smile on the Pope’s face at this moment was no longer the gentle and elegant one they thought he was, but instead had a hint of cruelty. His smile resembled that of a smiling Grim Reaper, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Kael’s gaze remained fixed on the gemstone eyes of the goddess. As the external battle intensified, the golden light radiating from the gemstone eyes grew stronger, and the surrounding atmosphare even began to tremble.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Kael couldn’t help but let out a chilling laughter.

But just at that moment, as if sensing something, the Pop’s laughter abruptly stopped, and his brows furrowed slightly. He then shifted his attention away from the goddess statue and turned his gaze towards the imposing and ancient stone door behind him.

"Hmm?"

In the next instant, under Kael’s contemplative gaze, the mighty stone door, which was tightly sealed, slowly began to open. With a burst of brilliant sunlight spilling into the grand hall, a handsome man with golden long hair entered Kael’s field of vision.

Seeing this uninvited guest who had suddenly entered the grand hall, Kael narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hidden hostility flashed in his eyes.

However, on the surface, Kael still maintained his usual gentle smile. He even cordially greeted the unexpected visitor.

"It’s been a long time, Archbishop Mokaro."

Indeed, the person who had entered the grand cathedral of the divine city was none other than Mokaro, one of the three Archbishops of the Asumos Church. After exchanging greetings, Kael’s perception of divine aura rapidly expanded, encompassing the situation outside the hall.

He couldn’t help but notice the crimson liquid slowly flowing into the hall, and his tone gradually turned icy. Without his permission, the Holy Knights outside wouldn’t allow anyone to enter the temple, even if it was an Archbishop of the church.

"I’m delighted to see you, my old friend, but I’ve already issued orders that no one can disturb me without my consent. Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?"

However, in the face of Kael Korod’s questioning, Mokaro seemed to turn a blind eye and continued to step towards the statue of the goddess.

Seeing this, Kael gradually retracted his smile, and a hint of surprise flickered in his dark red eyes.

’What is this guy trying to do?’

Due to investigating Ophelia’s involvement with Red Moon Tower, Kael had some suspicions about Mokaro, who was her superior. However, these were just suspicions. Lacking concrete evidence, and with his recent focus on the information about Blood Butterfly, Kael hadn’t taken direct action against Mokaro.

B’ut now, this guy had suddenly come here without any reason?’

Killing Holy Knights for no reason, entering the grand cathedral without permission—Mokaro had undoubtedly committed serious crimes within the church. Staring at Mokaro, Kael’s crimson eyes flickered with a cold light. A powerful surge of soul force flowed out from Kael’s body, pressing down on Mokaro’s shoulders like a thousand-pound boulder.

"Archbishop Mokaro, do you know what you’re doing right now? The consequences of your actions—do you understand... Huh?!"

But before Kael Korod could finish, Mokaro’s indifferent and even somewhat provocative tone floated into his ears, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

"The consequences? Of course, I know them, but... it doesn’t matter anymore."

"Archbishop Mokaro, what are you saying?"

"No need to address me like that anymore, Kael. I’m tired of playing the Archbishop’s game."

"Tired?"

Seeing Mokaro behave so out of character, revealing such cold pride.

Even the soul pressure he had released to suppress the other party was completely ignored.

At this moment, Mokaro made Kael feel as if he was a stranger.

It didn’t take long for Kael Korod to conceal the surprise in his eyes and the smile on his face. Slowly rising from the ground, Kael stood on the high platform, looking down at Mokaro from above. Then, the Pope let out a cold laugh, and a sudden, chilling intent overflowed from him.

"It seems my speculation wasn’t wrong. There’s something definitely wrong with you. But I’m curious, why would you, who has always been devout, suddenly betray the Church? Why betray your faith?"

"Hehe, you got it wrong, Kael. I haven’t betrayed Asumos Church."

"What do you mean?"

"Because, from the beginning, I didn’t belong to Asumos Church. How can you call it betrayal when I was never a part of it?"

"You..."

Staring at Mokaro with a cold and probing look, Kael furrowed his brows. Whether it was appearance or aura, the man in front of him was undoubtedly Archbishop Mokaro he knew. But his tone and the atmosphere he exuded made Kael feel somewhat unfamiliar.

After observing for a while, Kael finally made a judgment.

"You are not Mokaro. Who are you?"

In response to this question, Mokaro remained silent and instead tilted his head with a playful look, gazing meaningfully at Kael.

Seeing this, Kael stopped questioning and sighed with some helplessness.

"Ah, don’t want to talk? In that case... I can only force you to speak. Whoever you are, it was a foolish decision to barge into the grand cathedral of the divine city alone."

Before he could finish his words, two powerful and majestic divine auras erupted from both sides of the temple. They surged like waves of energy, converging and assaulting Mokaro from both sides. In the next moment, two white figures, moving at an almost imperceptible speed, shot out from behind the pillars. With the force of thunder, they charged towards Mokaro!

These two white figures were the Holy envoys, possessing eighth-level strength, who served under Pop Kael. In the current Asumos Church, the position of Holy envoys was second only to the pop.

And right now, these two Holy envoys, one wielding a huge sword aiming for Mokaro’s arm and the other wielding a long spear trying to pierce Mokaro’s legs, showed no mercy. Clearly, after receiving Kael’s instructions, the two Holy envoys intended to capture Mokaro and bring this traitor before the Pop.

Without a doubt,

If it were an ordinary sixth-level, being surrounded and attacked by two level 8 would leave them with no choice but to accept their fate as prisoners. In this regard, Kael agreed.

In his view, the impostor Mokaro had managed to defeat dozens of Holy Knights guarding outside the temple because of some special item. His true strength was at most peak level 6. Kael was confident in his perception.

The difference between level 6 and 8 was like a chasm, and even over a thousand level 6 might not be able to contend with one level 8, let alone facing two simultaneously. The reason for having both Holy envoys act at the same time was simply to ensure that Mokaro couldn’t employ any other tricks.

Kael still harbored some suspicion in his heart because he couldn’t believe that this impostor Mokaro would come to the Grand Cathedral and reveal his identity so easily in front of him.

However, no matter how prepared he might be, the formidable strength of the two Holy envoys was enough to crush any schemes or tricks.

Yet, just as Kael was about to descend the stairs to interrogate the intruder, a completely unexpected scene unfolded.

Pia!*

Accompanied by two crispy sounds, the two Holy envoys who were charging forward were suddenly struck by a powerful force, sending them flying backward. One of them broke a massive pillar in the Grand Hall of the Cathedral, while the other created a large hole in the ancient mural on the wall, raising clouds of dust.

The two majestic divine auras that had been present moments ago disintegrated in an instant. Under the strong wind, they dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Kael’s confidence disappeared, replaced by disbelief and an unprecedented seriousness.

At this moment, Mokaro remained calm, with his hands still behind his back, standing in his original position. However, surrounding him were several thick blood-red thorns that had erupted from the ground, exuding a violent aura, like loyal and reliable guards.

Clearly, the ones who had sent the two Holy envoys flying were these sturdy bloody thorns.

Then, to Kael’s astonishment, Mokaro slowly raised his hand, removing a transparent veil-like mask from his face. And with the removal of this veil, the appearance of this handsome man underwent an astonishing transformation...

...

...

"?!!!"

"Is... is... it’s you?!!!"

At that moment,

For the first time in a hundred years, Kael let out such a startled exclamation.