Chapter 1312 - 627: Bountiful Harvest Collection, Old Gods’ Conspiracy (4)

He had long known that the names Barat, Lilithu, Lamia... and so on, were all aliases of [Mother of Creation Lilith].

He even personally witnessed the descent of the Blood Angel Lamia at the Malta Monastery back then.

This angel was Lilith’s divine avatar, representing her authority over [Creation] to create and rule various beings, which was the [Immortal Divinity] devoured by the Creator in the past.

Based on this portion of divinity, the Church had greatly diminished Lilith’s status while compiling the "Book of Creation."

They transformed her image into the first female created by the [Creator] and integrated her into the Church’s faith system.

Until the Creator continually fractured, suddenly splitting off the Blood Angel Lamia.

An electric light flashed through Byron’s mind:

"Ah, I see, I understand.

No wonder the first thing Lilith did upon return was to give Saint Joan the First Embrace.

The power bestowed during the First Embrace wasn’t Night Demon at all, but [Blood Angel] of the same origin!

Lilith clearly has the same idea as I do.

I, Saint Byron, whom the Church has declared a saint, am now a follower of the [Holy Spirit], destined to eventually become the true [Holy Spirit].

Moreover, the saintly Saint Joan, who has been bestowed with divinity and Lilith’s authority, has become a follower of the [Blood Angel].

I’m afraid Lilith will eventually use her as a medium to reclaim her lost immortal divinity.

Furthermore, the Blood Angel, like the Myriad Wings Angel, is part of the Creator.

If manipulated properly, it might even be possible to take over like me, replacing the [Creator] who is now just a vague consciousness, and swallow the entire Church!

Damn, these Old Gods are just too hard to guard against."

Byron’s temples throbbed uncontrollably.

"I originally thought that simply removing the original ’Gospel of Heaven’ would greatly slow down the Wolf God’s attempt to attack the Pantheon.

I didn’t expect Lilith to not play by the rules, to forge a new path and come up with such an idea.

When Joan’s realm of ’Unity of All Things’ reaches 10%, she could practically steal a portion of immortal divinity out of thin air.

With one hand spying behind the Pillar of Hailocus on the ’Triple Point,’ while the other prepares to reclaim divinity, aiming for both — if any Old God is truly far-sighted, it’s you!

Indeed, no Old God should be underestimated.

This, despite becoming mad when the Deep Sea drowned them; if they remained normal gods, I’d probably be unwittingly tormented to death by them."

Without a doubt, [Blood Angel] Lamia has an exceptionally high compatibility with the saint and Night Demon Joan.

She is the supreme "Blood Bag" Lilith reserved for herself, and conceding to no intrusion.

Now, these suitors for Joan’s affections are practically dancing on Lilith’s grave; if Lilith senses a threat, they might meet a very unpleasant end.

"But on the bright side, discovering this in advance now might be a chance to exploit."

Once [Mother of Creation Lilith] regains her sanity, the first she would want to kill would probably be Byron, the thief who stole her power but isn’t controlled by her.

If resolving the vendetta with Joan while she was alive could lead to becoming allies, perhaps teaming up against Lilith!

Although Iris and Hightins are age-old enemies, they’ve been in a love-hate relationship for centuries, yet teaming up against a strong adversary presents no psychological obstacle.

Moreover, he has a strong claim against Iris Kingdom in his hand, just waiting for Louis XI to die, it might be possible to merge into one family.

It’s just that as Byron’s heart was torn inside, he failed to realize he seemed to have forgotten something.

As Joan was about to erupt, another group noisily announced their arrival in front of her, blind to the situation.

A middle-aged Night Demon, dressed like a fool, approached with a smile:

"Miss Joan, our lord [Thorny Duke] Vlad III admires you greatly.

He wishes to invite you to dinner tonight, please be so kind as to grace us with your presence."

The surrounding Night Demons, kin, and slaves instinctively stepped aside upon hearing Vlad III’s name, exposing Byron at the back of the crowd.

Especially with him holding a heart-shaped crystal vial filled with the Blood of Transformation.

Even if he wanted to deny thrice, "I am not, I have not, don’t speak nonsense," he couldn’t argue his way out.

Naturally, Byron absorbed all the wrath Joan had been building up within her.

Joan slowly drew her sword, her lips at a pink 37 degrees, yet uttering words of absolute zero coldness:

"I cannot defy Lilith’s command and hunt demons randomly among the Night Demon group.

But it seems you’re the strongest among them; if I cut you half-dead, these flies might completely shut up, won’t they?"