Albrecht was angry and depressed. As the third dark apostle of the Blood Demon Order, he has always been without a trace, and is known for being extremely good at concealing aura and traces.

Even if the Blood Demon Court, which secretly ruled the Crescent Moon Kingdom, was surrounded and suppressed by the Divine Court, and the three dark apostles fell, he could easily retreat.

Today, however, he capsized inexplicably. Thinking back to the heart-wrenching siege just now, Albrecht couldn't help but show a hint of fear.

If he hadn't escaped a little faster, the sword just now would have slashed not on his shoulder, but on his head!

Thinking of this, Albrecht's pale face was clouded with another layer of haze. It can be seen that in order to infiltrate the nobility and the church of the Crescent, he has been lurking in Lutesia for nearly a hundred years.

In order to prevent his whereabouts from being revealed, he never even showed up on his own initiative, but relied on the forbidden blood servants and indentured slaves.

The other dark apostles even laughed at him

"The cowardly" Albrecht, but he never cared. The more you dance, the sooner you die. He sat and watched those apostles rise to fame one by one, stirring up the wind and rain, and also sat and watched those apostles either being banished or falling directly under the siege of the Holy Court...... Thousands of years have passed, and the dark apostles of the Blood Demon Order have changed one after another.

And he has been alive. Even the ranking of the apostles has automatically risen by three places, even if he has never participated in the power struggle within the Order, has never competed for the ranking, and has never even invited the Grand Duke to be favored.

And this ...... He made it all out of him. But what just now? Albrecht remembered that he was nesting in the stronghold, a dark room in the deepest part of the stronghold, and the protection measures were so meticulous that even the High Priest of the Holy Court could retreat directly against the Forbidden Spell Divine Technique, and he could even turn back to the High Priest before retreating...... However, it turned out to be such a safe place, and he would capsize!

He remembered that he had just leaned leisurely on the velvet and brocade cushions of the crescent nobles, and drank the transcendent blood of the pure maiden gracefully, while listening to the report of the indentured slaves...... Advent was approaching, and even if he wasn't very interested in summoning the Grand Duke, he knew what he had to do to prove his worth, and his chosen target was the nobility of the Crescent and the capital of the Crescent diocese.

The nets had been laid, and he was ready to wait for the Central Council to receive, striking a blow at the Holy Court and strengthening his grip on the nobles.

Then, he remembered that it was the imprint he had left in the soul of the Blood Servant that he had felt...... He wanted to see what was going on, but who knew that he was directly pulled by the blood servant mark!

Before he could react, the whole person was summoned to the inner city of Lutesia, and not far from it was the Lutethia Cathedral!

What's even more outrageous is that the three legendary priests of the Lutesia Cathedral are in the church, and the four of them directly come to stare at each other!

The Albrechts were stupid at that time. Didn't it mean that both Bernard and Joseph went to Castel to investigate the Night God?

Why are they still in church? And...... How can the timing be so coincidental?! Albrecht's thoughts rolled, and his heart was aggrieved, depressed, angry, and confused.

He was aggrieved that he was not ready to fight at all, so he directly bumped into the legends of the three churches.

He was depressed that nearly a hundred years of lurking had been ruined, and that the plan to sacrifice the council would probably go bankrupt. He was furious that the culprit of all this turned out to be the strongest blood servant he had personally promoted.

And what he wondered was what kind of wind the other party smoked, and how he summoned him...... What the hell is that Bertrand bastard up on?

Why was a mere blood servant able to summon him, the lord? And...... Or is it such a big call as the movement?

That's a demon summoning, right? He is already a blood descendant, and the identity priority of the blood has long overtaken the demon, and the real name that belongs to the demon has long been hidden by him...... How did he know?

Who the hell is cheating on him? Albrecht didn't believe that a forbidden blood servant who had been fooled by him and couldn't find the north could have the courage to trap him, nor did he believe that the other party could dig up his real name that he hadn't used for an unknown number of years, and he didn't believe that the other party could successfully summon him in reverse.

He naturally thought of the old guys who knew his real name...... It's just that almost all of these old guys have been either crossed by the Holy Court or banished to an unknown other dimension with the passage of time.

Now that I think about it, it seems that after nearly a thousand years, there are no more people. So...... Which old guy who had a grudge against him crawled out of another space to seek revenge on him?

But no, he was pretty sure that none of the Order's outcasts who knew his demon's true name had returned, and as for others who might know his demon's true name, it could only be older ones...... Thinking of this, Albrecht fell into thought.

There weren't many people who knew his demonic true name, except for those who had fallen, and only a few had been banished to another dimension.

Those are all old guys who danced, and if someone returns, there will definitely be a lot of movement, like last year's Valaroca, I heard that one foot just stepped out of the seal, and it was sealed again.

Unless, it was a much earlier existence. For example, a legend who dealt with him when the bloodline was still not divided.

For example, the demigods who can deduce the identity and real name of the demon based on the breath they remain...... Wait a minute...... A demigod with his real name backwards?

As if thinking of something, Albrecht's eyes widened slightly.

"According to the information inside the Holy Court, Valaroca was resealed back by the 'God of the Night' last year......"

"Before the fall of the Falling Star, the Order Branch reported that there was a mysterious god behind Charlotte de Castel, Earl of the Northland, and that it was most likely the 'God of the Night'......"

"The 'God of the Night' is suspected to be an ancient god of blood, and it seems to be extremely hostile to the Order, and it is suspected that a month ago he once again invoked the Divine Court's Bell of the Suppression Spirit......

"In order to divert the attention of the Holy Royal Court to the Northland, I have ordered the followers to collect information about the Northland, and report it anonymously to the Sacred Court when the bell rings again......

"However, the Divine Court obviously didn't take the bait, and the three Legendary Priests didn't leave!"

"Not long ago, the congregants who were watching the Castel family came to the news that the Earl of Castel had gone to the church today and left unharmed......"

"And it wasn't long before I was plotted against ......"

"The three legendary clerics of the Church of Lutesia are all in the church, and they have obviously made an appointment."

"Shhh...... Could it be that the 'God of the Night' also came to Lutexia, and it was the 'God of the Night' who reached some kind of cooperation with the Holy Court, and she was the one who plotted against me? Albrecht's thoughts were racing, and his expression was uncertain.

It's not that he has some paranoia about being killed. Rather, he was very aware of the power of those ancient myths, and he was also very aware of the nature of the Divine Court.

According to known intelligence,

The "God of the Night" is most likely an ancient Bloodline demigod before the formation of the Bloodline Clan. At that time, Albrecht had already accepted the first embrace and became a member of the Bloodline Legion, and once followed the Bloodfiend Grand Duke Abaddon to participate in the strife on the continent.

Even after nearly two thousand years, Albrecht still remembers that time. At that time, some bloodline descendants who failed to obtain the command of the legion were unhappy with the six bloodline princes, especially the more domineering Blood Demon Legion, and there were not many enemies.

The "God of the Night" is likely to be among them. As for the Holy Court...... Although the Holy Court shouted and killed the alien gods, as a bloodline who watched the rise of this behemoth, Albrecht knew very well that the Holy Court was not as hostile to the alien gods as it seemed.

More precisely, the Divine Court is hostile to and oppresses those alien gods who refuse to be included in the royal system and refuse to abide by the sacred norms...... Albrecht still remembered that when the Holy Court first appeared, it worshipped only one god, Harald.

Later, they successively incorporated one after another myths that were willing to join, such as Mithra, the god of contract, Aphros, the god of beauty, Garimo, the god of judgment, and so on...... It was also with the addition of one god after another that the Divine Court grew rapidly, and eventually formed a polytheistic belief with the creator god Harald as the honor, supplemented by many gods.

And the god Harald has also become more and more powerful because he has shared many powers from the gods! Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression gradually became serious.

The Holy Court has absorbed no less than forty gods over the years. And the last one is Mithra, the god of covenant who joined the royal court hundreds of years ago, and is also the strongest subordinate god in the holy royal court after the god Harald.

The "God of the Night" has been an enemy of the Order since he appeared, and his actions have become more inclined to the Holy Court, and even the little count who is suspected to be a god of the Night is also known as the Holy Maiden of the Holy Court...... Hiss...... Isn't it

The "gods of the night" have long been associated with the Church, and the Holy Court is interested in absorbing them

The "God of the Night" enters the royal court? The Order reported the loneliness, not only failed to attract the attention of the Holy Court, but also exposed himself?

The more Albrecht thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. No way, the Blood Demon Order and

The "God of the Night" has dealt with several times, and in addition to the fact that it can already be judged that it is most likely to be a bloodline, the most puzzling thing is the style of the other party's believers.

It's not like the followers of the Bloodline myth, it's like the Holy Court, which is a righteous church! But if the two sides have hooked up a long time ago, then it makes sense.

Yes, how could Bertrand's waste alone be forcibly summoned to the past, and what could summon him past could only be a legend or even a myth!

If the legend makes a move, it is impossible to be silent, and it is impossible for him to be unaware. The only one who could ignore his wishes and lift him up before he had time to react could only be a god!

Thinking of this, Albrecht's expression changed.

"No, I can't stay here, let's find a place to recuperate and avoid the limelight ......first," he muttered to himself, glancing at his severed arm.

Perhaps the ambitious legends will be pleasantly surprised to learn of a newly revived myth and think that the time has come to slaughter the gods and take their place.

But Albrecht has always been cautious and unassuming, and he does not intend to confront him. He firmly believes that opportunity always comes with risk, and that as long as there is a 1% risk, once the bad luck happens, it is 100%.

As an immortal, it is obviously possible to stay up for time and achieve his goal little by little, without impulsive risk, let alone life-threatening.

"God of the Night" was able to kick Valaroca back to the seal with one kick, although it is likely that Valaroca's strength has not recovered, but this one

It is also likely that the power of the "gods" themselves has been restored to a certain extent. He didn't have to rush into the adventure.

"Simply...... Find a safe place to sleep, sleep for a few years, and wait directly for the summons of the Grand Duke's crown, I have done enough for so many years, and I broke my arm and was seriously injured in order to fight the church......"

"There are several other apostles in the Order, so whoever wants to charge! If I don't miss me, even if the Grand Duke knows, he will definitely understand. Albrecht muttered to himself, and soon made up his mind.

His injuries were indeed severe, and although it would take time for the broken arm to grow back, the power left behind by Louis V was not easy to remove.

He was very weak now, so weak that he had to think about whether to avoid it or not. He really needs to be healed.

Taking a deep breath, Albrecht found a direction and quickly disappeared into a shadow.

He chose to be northeastern. He plans to go to the East Yunaite Blackland, which is a paradise for mercenaries, a place of confusion in faith, although there are legends, but there is no power to unify the region, and there are many ruins, which are the most suitable for hiding!

Albrecht hid his breath and flew away, eager to leave the crescent at once. It's just that after he flew away for four or five minutes, he suddenly appeared and stopped.

He clutched his wounds and looked around with a look of disbelief. Crooked tombstones, withered and rotting trees, hovering crows and ghostly fires...... Forty or fifty kilometers away, he was still in that little cemetery!

Something is not right...... Albrecht's heart sank. He raised his vigilance, looked around vigilantly, and then saw the crows hovering in the sky landing on the branches, and then slowly moved his head to look at him in unison.

The crows ceased, the looming fire was extinguished, and the world fell silent, save for a pair of scarlet eyes flickering at him, and the huge blood moon hanging from the sky.

The next moment, Albrecht saw a crimson mist spread from all directions, and soon enveloped the whole world...... In the mist, he saw the landscape around him distort and change.

The crows are gone, the dead wood is gone, and the tombstones are gone. Instead, there are pitch-black boulder walls, quaint and ornate chandeliers, and cold, hard floors.

He wasn't in the cemetery. Rather, in the midst of a majestic castle. On the walls around the castle, vivid murals loom about the gods and followers.

In front of him, the stairs stretched and converged on the mist-shrouded platform. He saw a quaint throne, located in the center of a high platform.

And above the throne, a graceful figure shrouded in crimson mist was sitting lazily...... Looking at the holy emblems around the throne, looking at the pair of red-golden eyes that seemed to be smiling in the crimson mist, Albrecht's eyes widened instantly, his face suddenly lost blood, and his whole person was not good: "Thorns...... Rose ......"

"God of the Night!" His throat was dry, and even his voice trembled.