The First Vampire-Chapter 716 - : 714 Golden Horn_1

Chapter 716: 714 Golden Horn_1

“How is this possible? Did Kurd lose?”

On the north gate of Huorong City, Pope Mensai looked at the fallen giant in the distance, fear clearly etched on his face.

Regrettably, those around him stayed silent to his query.

First, Kurd’s defeat was indisputable, it was visible to all. Second, the transformation of Colin had greatly shaken the hearts of the Temple Knights.

A terrifying thought began to surface in their minds—

Could it be that Colin St. Chapman is the real spokesperson of the divine being?

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Although the Temple Knights are devout and steadfast, their faith is in the Lord of Glory, not the Church or the Pope.

Of course, traditionally, the Pope has always been considered the mortal spokesperson of the Lord of Glory. Loyalty to the Church was equivalent to loyalty to the Lord of Glory.

But now, this belief was beginning to falter.

Especially after the Pope’s corrupt practices and the Church’s authority had been exposed and challenged time and again.

The action the Pope Mensai chose in imprisoning Huorong City, to collaborate with the mages in the sacrifice of innocent civilians, had caused many Temple Knights to start doubting their once-solid faith—

Can the Church, or the Pope truly represent the Lord of Glory?

When Colin defeated the beast-like mage Kurd, morphed into the shape of an angel, it was the final straw.

Increasingly, the Temple Knights were losing their will to fight. One after another, they dropped their weapons, refusing to fight for what could be a misguided belief.

“What are you all doing? Just standing around like fools? Fight back, the Blood Knight Army is about to breach the city walls!”

Pope Mensai raged, but when he noticed that the look in the knights’ eyes towards him was increasingly unusual, he stopped mid-rant, an overwhelming fear sweeping over him.

“Are you… You are betraying your faith?”

“Your Holiness, is the gaze of the Supreme Lord really still upon us?” a Temple Knight asked with a complex expression.

“What do you mean by that?” Mensai started to tremble, “You can’t be questioning your faith because of what Colin appeared as? Fools! Aren’t you aware that deception is the devil’s favorite game?

They love to impersonate as angels to deceive the world!

So, don’t be fooled by appearances!”

“If not appearances then what should we look at? The heart?” The eyes of the Temple Knight facing Mensai were becoming increasingly disdainful, “When you decided to sacrifice 300,000 innocent civilians of Huorong City, was your heart truly pure and devout?”

“I… I did so to preserve the glory of the Supreme Lord!” Mensai defended himself hastily, fear showing through his facade.

However, clearly, such arguments no longer had any effect on the Temple Knights.

They either looked coldly at Mensai, remained silent and downcast, or vanished in the darkness leaving their whereabouts unknown. None of them continued to battle.

With the abandonment of resistance by the Temple Knights, the Blood Knight Army from outside the city quickly rushed to the top of the city wall, beginning the takeover of the North City Gate.

Seeing the situation, Mensai was so frightened that he didn’t dare to stay, turning to run towards the city.

Along the way, he painfully realized that the Temple Knights within the city were also giving up resistance, surrendering to the Blood Knight Army.

In fact, even if they didn’t surrender, the superiority of the Blood Knight Army was very apparent.

Continuing to fight would only ensure the defeat of the Temple Knight Regiment.

Under such circumstances, the angelic image of Colin had given them a good excuse to stop resisting and surrender.

At least they could console themselves, knowing that they were submitting to the true spokesperson of the divine being.

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“Your Holiness Mensai, please refrain from resisting and follow us to meet Duke.”

A group of Blood Knight Army soon surrounded Pope Mensai, who was floundering around the city.

However, given his status as the Pope, the warriors of the Blood Knight Army still maintained some courtesy towards him.

“You… You blasphemers, you will face Judgment!” Pope Mensai howled with rage.

But such words naturally could not scare off the Blood Knight Army.

A military officer of the Blood Knight Army, holding his long sword, slowly stepped forward, saying:

“Your Holiness, please do not put us in a difficult position, otherwise, I can’t necessarily guarantee your safety.”

This was a blatant threat.

If it had been before, probably no one would dare to threaten the Pope like this, but after Prince Harrison killed the previous Pope Gregory, people’s attitudes towards the Pope subtly changed.

The divine radiance of the spokesperson of the Divine was completely dissipated.

It was then that people realized that the aloof Pope was no different from ordinary people.

Killing him would not incite the wrath of the deities, and even the church dared not retaliate against the murderer.

“You…you don’t come any closer! Stay away!” Mensai cried out, his voice full of fear.

But the officer of the Blood Knight Army still kept approaching, the long sword in his hand shone with a chilling light.

Cold sweat dripped down Mensai’s forehead, his heart filled with anger and fear.

He very well knew that Colin had no respect or pity for him, the fact that he once planned for Prince Harrison to kill Gregory had made Colin hold a grudge against him.

If he fell into the hands of the Blood Knight Army, his end could be unimaginably grim…

In desperation, Mensai no longer hesitated, he gritted his teeth and took out the golden horn he always carried.

Seeing this, the officer of the Blood Knight Army paused for a moment.

He had also heard a rumor about the golden horn. He intended to stop Mensai when he took it out, but he was too late.

Whoo——

The low horn sound echoed through Huorong City.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Everyone in Huorong City felt an irresistible sense of subservience from the bottom of their hearts, as if welcoming a returning king.

The officer of the Blood Knight Army watched in disbelief as Pope Mensai, while blowing the horn, aged at a visibly fast rate.

In the blink of an eye, Mensai had gone from his prime to his twilight years.

It wasn’t until his white hair almost completely fell out and his skin was as dry as wind-dried orange peel, that he could no longer maintain his breath, and the sound of the horn finally ceased.

Thud!

Mensai fell to the ground, gasping as if he was at his last breath.

At that moment, a coffin buried in the ruins of the Huerong Fortress was suddenly opened, and a hand reached out.

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Colin had just beheaded Mage Kurd and heard the chilling sound of the horn.

Of course, he did not know at the time that it was Mensai who had blown the golden horn.

While still puzzled, he saw a towering figure suddenly burst from the ruins, finally hovering in the air above Huorong City.

The man had golden hair, bright eyes as dazzling as the sun, a face carved from marble that radiated determination and unquestionable majesty.

Just by standing there, he seemed to be the center of the world.

Everyone felt an irresistible sense of subservience.

Looking at that familiar face, Colin was reminded of the statue standing in Central Plaza of Dragon City—

The statue of the founding Emperor of the Empire of Glory, legendary Holy Knight, Gana St. Lorenzo!