Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

  Chapter 315 Erosion of Athena (seeking monthly ticket for recommendation ticket)

  Douglas's face was full of madness, and his voice contained an indescribable weirdness.

  This secret Douglas seemed to have been hiding for many years, and now he finally had the opportunity to say it, his body was even shaking with excitement.

  With that appearance, everyone around looked at each other in blank dismay.

  Although they were all threatened to come here, they definitely recognized Douglas's strength, with a level of 88, second only to Augustus in the entire Holy See.

   Moreover, Douglas is still very young, less than 40 years old this year, breaking through the limit of 90th level in the future can be said to be a certainty.

  He was in charge of the Inquisition on weekdays. He was reticent and selfless. Even if the high-level officials in the Holy See saw Douglas, even if he hadn't committed any crimes, they would subconsciously panic.

  Who would have thought that the cardinal, whose will was as hard as steel, would show such an appearance, even the fanatics of the Holy See were far inferior.

  With just this short sentence, Douglas' face was even twisted into a ball, and his chest heaved rapidly.

  Everyone could hear the hula-hula coming from Douglas's throat.

   But, daughter of God?

  This title, are you sure Douglas is not insane?

  A group of people below whispered to each other, and the sounds of rustling were continuous.

  Even Rossweisse's complexion was a little weird. She didn't expect Douglas to arrange such an identity for herself. Was this intentional to make it easier for her to obtain the Pope?

Seeing the reactions of the people below, Douglas sneered: "I know you all suspect that I'm crazy, I know what I'm talking about, no matter how much you doubt me, but His Royal Highness Ross Weisser has the blood of the gods. Doubt."

  After a brief pause, Douglas continued: "Saint Rose Felice, I think everyone is familiar with this name, right?"

  The expressions on everyone's faces were even weirder. Of course, this name was no stranger, she was a saint of Augustus' generation.

   was once the best and most talented member of the Holy See.

  She is beautiful and stunning.

  At the age of eighteen, he broke through the eighty-level limit and became a great sage.

   Not to mention the Holy See, even in the entire Sky Continent, apart from the legendary Valkyrie Antia who was the township of the country thousands of years ago, there is no one better than Phyllis.

  Now the so-called genius Natia and others are not enough to look at in front of the saint Phyllis.

   Even the talent of the Holy Son Augustus at the same time was far behind Phyllis.

  At the age of 29, he has already reached level 89, and he is only one step away from crossing that boundary and becoming a master of level 90.

The most enviable thing is that Phyllis's strength is improving at an outrageous speed, and Phyllis seldom practiced well. She even hates cultivation, and the time spent on cultivation per week is less than the average time of the Holy See. Half of the value, most of the time is spent in contact with believers.

   During the period when Phyllis was active, it was also the period when the Holy See had the best reputation. Phyllis was also called the most popular and gentle saint by many believers.

   But such an excellent saint, in the last year of her service as a saint, after serving the gods for the last time, suddenly disappeared and never appeared again, becoming the biggest unsolved case of the Holy See in the past 20 years.

  They have also heard some rumors, but it is hard to tell whether it is true or false. Now, seeing what Douglas means, does it mean that he knows the truth?

  For a moment, everyone even forgot the resentment of being threatened, and all eyes were on Douglas, hoping that Douglas would continue talking.

  Douglas cleared his throat: "Don't you think His Highness Roseweather's name is very similar to Saintess Rosefellis?"

   Ross Weisser's complexion changed slightly.

  "The truth many years ago was shamelessly concealed by that **** Augustus."

   "In that year, Augustus and Felice Saintess served the gods for the last time. During this service, the gods descended on the church."

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

  The gods come?

How is this possible?

  The gods you believe in rarely even issue oracles, let alone come to the world?

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but the old pope who was waiting outside the church at that time, the head of the previous generation of Holy Knights, the cardinal of the Inquisition, and a large number of old masters in the Holy See felt that that The coercion from another class, everyone knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly."

   "I'm right, Cain, Archbishop Manson, and Deputy Head Gabriel Ryan. You were outside the church at the time. You know better than me what it feels like."

   Swish, everyone's eyes fell on the three veterans. The three of them looked serious and silent, as if they had returned to that night again.

  Looking at the faces of the three, everyone else is basically convinced that Douglas is not lying.

   It turns out that more than 20 years ago, did a **** really come to the world?

  But why, this matter will be suppressed by the Holy See? Shouldn't this be the great glory of the Holy See?

   "We have no way of knowing which **** came down, but it must not be the Goddess of Holy Light, because the saint Phyllis became pregnant just after the door of the sanctuary opened the next day."

   "Then, Saint Phyllis disappeared inexplicably."

  "Within three years, the old Pope died mysteriously, and Augustus' strength soared and used despicable and shameless means to steal the Pope's throne."

   "The older generation of clergymen who knelt outside the door back then, died or disappeared. Kain, the three of you should be the only remaining members, right?"

"Perhaps it was because your strength was not strong and your reputation was not obvious back then. The three of you were ranked last in the team outside the temple. Augustus may have thought that you didn't know much, so you survived by luck. Although the three kept this secret to the bottom of their hearts and didn't tell anyone, they are quite excluded in the church, aren't they?"

   "Kain, as the archbishop, you don't have much actual power in your hands. You can only be in charge of the choir."

  Kain's complexion was a little gloomy, and his fingers clenched subconsciously.

   "Gabriel Ryan, you are the oldest holy knight in the Holy Knight Order. You should be the head of the Holy Knight Order, but now you can only serve as the deputy head."

  Gabriel Rein also had a faint sullen look on his face.

   "Archbishop Manson, although you were not in the imperial city and the headquarters originally, you were in charge of a branch of the kingdom, and you are considered to be in charge, but now you have been transferred to the imperial city to take up a idle position."

  The archbishop named Manson also frowned.

   "It's a pity that Augustus didn't expect that my master, the Cardinal of the Heresy Trial, would record these secrets and pass them on to me, letting me know all the truth."

   "Just three years later, Augustus suddenly brought back a baby girl, and served as her godfather, bringing her up in the Holy See."

   "This baby girl is Rossweisse."

   "It's also a child of Saint Phyllis."

"She has the blood of the gods flowing through her body. Augustus, a **** bastard, dares to be the godfather of the daughter of the gods." Douglas' almost distorted voice echoed in everyone's ears: "Does this **** think he is qualified? Are you on an equal footing with the gods?"

   "This is blasphemy!"

  The last sentence has almost turned into a hoarse roar.

   Rossweisse turned pale, and this was the first time she had heard of these things.

  She always thought that she was an orphan without any relatives, and now she suddenly knew that she had a mother, who was actually the best saint in the history of the Holy See.

  My father is actually a god?

   Could it be that Douglas chose to assist him all the time because he knew that the blood of the gods flowed through his body?

  If it wasn't for this reason, how could Douglas, the dignified number two real power faction of the Holy See, obey the words of his mere mascot saint?

  The blood of the gods?

  The blood of the gods?

  The blood of the gods?

   Roseweizer kept chanting these words in her heart, and the corners of her mouth kept trembling.

   In her body, the blood of a **** actually flows?

  Below is deathly silence. This group of masters who came here because of threats, no one thought that they would hear such a secret.

  They didn't fully believe what Douglas said. After all, all this was just Douglas talking to himself without any evidence.

  But they have indeed heard some things about Saint Felice, and there are occasional rumors about the relationship between Roseweisse and Rose Felice. In addition, Cain, Manson, and Gabriel Ryan, the three oldest clergymen, did not raise any doubts, so they believed three points in their hearts.

   Moreover, almost all of these people are veterans, and they know very well that when they hear what Douglas said, it doesn't matter whether it is the truth or not.

  They have been forcibly tied to the chariots of Rossweisse and Douglas. If it is true, then Augustus will never let his insiders go. And they didn't have the guts to stand in front of Augustus and ask whether it was true or not.

   Moreover, Douglas and Rossweisse are still holding their handles, that is to say, no matter whether the words Douglas said are true or not, they must be true.

  Boom!

   Just as the surrounding area was completely silent, a thunderbolt suddenly tore through the silence.

  The sky above the head suddenly became gloomy and depressing, with thick dark clouds rolling in the sky.

  Thunder and lightning flashed all around, and the cold wind was howling like a ghost.

   An invisible coercion suddenly spread around.

  In this area, all the people gathered are powerful beings, but at this moment, almost everyone feels that their hearts seem to be pressed against a mountain.

  The terrifying coercion made them unable to breathe, and their legs were even trembling constantly.

  Finally, a bishop's legs softened and his body knelt down instantly.

   And this was just the beginning, one after another members knelt down on the ground, supporting the ground with their hands, even Douglas was the same.

  That is not pure power suppression, it is the oppression from the soul, it is the shock brought by the existence of a higher level.

  Whether it is a bishop, archbishop, deputy head, even a great sage, a warrior, or a titled knight, they can only feel how small they are in front of this kind of power.

   Their hearts were beating violently, as if they might explode at any moment.

  Their blood vessels protruded violently, as if they were about to burst.

  Their souls seemed to be crushed into crumbs.

  Facing the indescribable power, they have only one choice, and that is to surrender.

   Their bodies crawled on the ground like humble bugs, staring at the central figure with wide eyes full of fear.

   Ross Weiser.

   Scarlet light enveloped the body of the saint.

  As if bathed in a sea of ​​blood, that innocent and holy woman actually had a touch of coquettish charm.

   Scarlet rays of light condense above the head, like a crown.

  Douglas' body was trembling with excitement, he couldn't control the impulse in his heart, he opened his arms and howled: "Did you see it, gentlemen?"

   "Your Highness, the real Pope."

   "It is destiny, the supreme queen!"

   "Augustus is nothing but a scum who usurped the Pope."

  “We are not seeking power to usurp the throne, we are just helping the daughter of God to take back what belongs to her.”

   "When Augustus is judged and God's daughter returns to her original position, you... are the heroes who assist the Goddess. You will be rewarded by the gods, and you will have greater power and strength..."

   "Dedicate your loyalty, the most devout believers of the gods!"

   "You will gain eternal life in the gift of the gods!"

   One by one, the figures crawled on the ground, sending their pious beliefs with trembling voices.

  Yes, that figure bathed in blood light...

   Is she a goddess or a witch?

  …

   Almost at the same time, on the other side, in the Palace of the Brave.

  Athena's room is full of books and looks cluttered.

  Those books are all about various ancient texts.

  When she was in Xuelian Mountain, before Athena burned down the secret room, she used magic images to record the pictures in the secret room, especially the stone slab full of various mysterious words.

  After returning to the imperial city, Athena reprinted the text in the magic image, and has been studying the text on this mysterious stone tablet these days.

This is not an easy task, Athena is also knowledgeable and talented, but even with Athena's talent, she can only barely recognize that it should be Gulam... a text that has been lost for thousands of years .

  Although Athena searched for a large number of books about ancient texts from the library of the Mother Earth Sect.

  But to this day, less than one-tenth of the words can be discerned from the stone slabs, and the meaning of some words can only be guessed.

  Athena's pale and slender fingers brushed over a few words that had just been recognized on the slate, and murmured subconsciously:

   "Ci? Kind? Father?"

  Athena frowned. Could this be something like a tombstone? An inscription written by children for their father?

   At this moment, an illusory voice, like a mysterious raving, echoed in Athena's ears:

   "My favorite child..."

   Here comes the fifth chapter, 4,000 words, please ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket. Thank you for the update, author, thank you for your support!

  (end of this chapter)