Chapter 1535

The blood clan of Florence plundered and killed innocent people indiscriminately. As a holy religion worshipped by Findan, it should have taken the responsibility of protecting the believers. However, the heretic verdict failed to come to Findan. Although it killed some unimportant minions, it did not solve the disaster of the blood clan of Florence.

This can even be described as the result of fleeing, no matter it is internal or external, it is undoubtedly difficult to explain.

As the supreme judge of the heretical tribunal, Cynthia is naturally responsible for the failure of this action.

The Presbyterian group has a special position in the temple. All the elders, their parents and grandparents, have worked for the temple from generation to generation. Rao is honored as if the saint has made a mistake. They have no intention of opening up one side, and almost unanimously demand that the saint be punished and that the Canon be solemn.

In fact, what is more important is to show the authority of the Presbyterian group by punishing the saints.

Cynthia, who had done her best, did not argue for herself.

It's hard to calm the anger.

And this is a major failure of the heretical tribunal.

Finally, the holy king ordered that heaven's punishment be confined to siguoya for reflection, and that they should not step out of segantinis for three months, which blocked the mouth of the Presbyterian group with clear rewards and punishments.

"Shengwang Shengming."

With satisfactory results, the elders withdrew from the main hall, and there was no drop in the well, and there was no right emissary to send charcoal in the snow. Nochiev also went out, as if he had just become an irrelevant spectator.

"I've wronged you."

After all the people left, the holy king said.

"In the past three months, you've been at siguoya to heal yourself."

Others couldn't see it, but Cynthia's weakness couldn't hide from his eyes.

It's not so much punishment as giving Cynthia enough time to rest.

"It's my dereliction of duty this time. I'm willing to be punished."

Cynthia's voice was calm and her face was not happy or sad.

Failure is failure.

There's no need to make excuses for yourself.

She did not resent the Presbyterian group's use of the excuse, and her eyes were as rational and calm as ever.

"Holy king, I don't think it's that simple for the blood clan to gather in Florence this time."

"What do you think?"

"Chloe's temperament is not so cruel. She has never killed anyone in so many years. And in Florence, she did not want to fight against me, but to protect something."

Cynthia, as if from a spectator's point of view, objectively analyzed.

"There must be something very important to her in the deep forest of Irvine, but at that time, I had no ability to continue searching. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, I had to withdraw."

In order to win Chloe quickly, she did not hesitate to burn her eyebrow mark in exchange for a short-term strength surge. Such a move is not a small risk, because once time passes, she will be quickly weak and her strength will drop sharply, which is why she did not choose to pursue at that time.

Her strength plummeted, and then take people to catch up, once surrounded by blood, that is to die in vain.

"You made a wise choice."

The holy king made a final decision. Obviously, he didn't feel that Cynthia had any fault, but, somehow, he didn't go on talking about Cynthia's topic.

"It's hard for you this time. Don't be careless about the side effects after burning the mark. If you are careless, you may cause irrecoverable permanent damage. You don't need to think about other things any more. During this period of time, concentrate on recuperation. If you have any problems, you can come to me at any time."

Cynthia's eyes narrowed slightly, but she was no longer opinionated.

"Cynthia understands."

She did not continue to raise her suspicions, and soon turned and left the hall.

When Cynthia disappeared, on the throne, the old man with the crown stood up slowly, leaning on the scepter.

"The blood clan suddenly gathered in Fontaine Florence on a large scale, killing the innocent. This kind of behavior has not happened for more than 100 years. Besides, Chloe, the Duke of the blood clan, also appeared there. I suspect that this massacre of the blood clan is not a simple provocation, but a different plot, and the plot is not small. "

At this time, the hall was empty.

As the spiritual leader of more than one billion people, this old man seems to be talking to himself, but listening to the tone, he doesn't seem to be talking to himself.

Soon, the thrilling and strange thing was that there was an echo in the empty hall.

"Chloe? The daughter of Prince Arafat of the blood clan? "

The voice and video come from the virtual air.

We can only hear it, but not see it.

"Exactly."

The holy king was leaning on the scepter, and his tone was not cadenced, just ordinary. But with his voice, the air fluctuated slightly.

"It's hard to believe that they're just hunting in such a dense slaughter. And Chloe once appeared in the lirenyuan, the only place where luanwei night grows"According to records, there is a secret skill of the blood clan. Sacrificing with huge blood essence can reincarnate the powerful blood clan. Luan Wei night is one of the materials needed for this secret skill."

If such news is exposed, it may cause global panic, but the response is extremely flat, like a reminder.

"It is the duty of your temple to destroy the blood clan."

The king was silent.

……

At the same time.

Findan.

Florence.

Irvine forest.

Underground grottoes.

The dark and thick blood pool is like a volcano, with dense blood bubbles constantly emerging, almost boiling.

The vampires who have been waiting in the grottoes for several months and even prepared for this for several centuries are all staring at the blood pool with excited looks and crazy eyes.

"Chloe, my dear daughter..."

It's like a deep sound coming from the abyss.

Soon.

Blood pool boiling more intense!

On the surface of the pool, a huge bloody face appeared in vain.

At that moment, a huge sense of oppression filled the whole grottoes. The strong pressure from the origin of blood led all the blood people in the grottoes to bend their knees, face the blood pool and kneel down on the ground.

"Boo and Ruhe, welcome Prince Come back

Hou Jue nunian also knelt down and lowered his head. His voice trembled uncontrollably because of his excitement.

"Bruch..."

The face in the blood pool shows the color of memory.

"You are my most loyal servants."

The sharp ups and downs of the mood, leading to nunien kneeling on the ground began to shake unstoppably.

"Father."

Only Chloe, still standing, stood at the edge of the blood pool, looking at the big face in the blood pool, her eyes also fluctuated violently.

The terrible eyes in the blood pool looked at her.

"My dear daughter, it's hard for you..."

Chloe shook his head.

"Father, wait a little longer, and you'll be back soon!"

Over the black forest of Irvine, the situation suddenly changed, and the dark clouds completely shrouded the world.

"Yes, I can't wait to sleep so long..."