Chapter 1296 - 603: The Twin Popes Emerge (Part 2)

Chapter 1296: Chapter 603: The Twin Popes Emerge (Part 2)

That was a summary of interrogation records from the High Tier members of the Eternal Night Council. The flames leapt in the fireplace, yet couldn’t dispel the chill permeating the room.

"Commander David, you’ve finally returned." Hill’s voice was low and firm, "We desperately need your insights, these messages reveal problems that go far deeper than we anticipated."

David did not speak immediately, his gaze swept over the flickering data and images, as section after section of interrogation records unfolded silently: the High Tier members recited their statements with expressionless faces, denied accusations, and even showed panic.

Their involvement was not only a power struggle but also a concealed financial network, a vast web that was being carefully covered up yet intricately intertwined, now beginning to reveal faint light.

Hill frowned, pointing to a very hidden path of financial flow—the "redemption coupon" trading system, a massive financial operation controlled by the Holy Light Church, which transformed the sins of the believers into trading currency from which the Eternal Night Council profited abundantly in secret.

This funding not only provided them with material support but also deepened the Holy See’s control over the gaps between the political and military power systems.

"This chain is deeply hidden," Hill said softly, "but through this data, we finally found some traces. The headquarters of the Eternal Night Council may very well be hidden deep within the underground tomb of the Holy See."

The air in the hall suddenly became tense, as if an invisible sledgehammer had hit everyone’s chest.

The underground tomb, a name that instills chills—where not only the saints of yesteryears are buried but also countless conspiracies and secrets, it is one of the abyssal sources of dark conflict.

Cynthia stood quietly, she raised her slender fingers to lightly brush the Frost Rune on her chest, the ice-blue pattern emitting a ghostly glimmer with her breathing.

"If this news is true, we are facing a giant conspiracy that crosses the boundaries of faith, politics, and even the Magic Realm." Her gaze was sharp, "Not just against the Royal Court, but a severe challenge to the free will of the entire continent."

Liya clenched her staff upon hearing this, the worry on her face gradually transforming into anger.

"Those so-called Guardians are merely the ones controlling the chessboard, while we are the ones being sacrificed and deceived!" Her voice trembled but remained determined, "The mist must be unveiled to reveal the truth to daylight!"

The head of the Priest Corps stepped to the center of the crowd, his pale robe sleeves fluttering in the wind.

He sighed and said, "If we are to investigate the underground tomb of the Holy See in depth, we not only need great strength but also wisdom and patience.

It is full of ancient taboos, and once touched, will bring unpredictable consequences."

David turned to gaze at everyone, his eyes clear as winter snow but carrying an unbreakable resolve: "This is our mission, no matter how perilous the path, we cannot retreat.

This struggle is not merely a simple battle between good and evil but concerns the future order of the whole world and whether it can be rebuilt."

He silently accessed more detailed data, unfolding three-dimensional maps and financial flow diagrams on the magic projection screen, each clue leading to more doubts: mysterious accounts, disguised institutions, even untraceable identities crisscrossed into a complex network.

But these clues were also gradually sketching out the vast and enigmatic shape of a giant web.

As time passed, the oppressive feeling grew more evident, and each face reflected in the lights of the hall appeared particularly grave and heavy.

They knew this was not only a political storm but also a battle for spiritual faith, a stark challenge to the boundaries between ideals and reality!

Hill suddenly knocked on the table, the sound like thunder breaking the silence: "Next, we must form a special task force to delve into the underground tomb of the Holy See for in-depth investigation.

No matter how great the danger, we must uncover the truth behind the scenes!"

Liya straightened her back, her tone resolute: "I am willing to be the team leader, to lead the expedition team to break through the darkness! I know every inch of land there is filled with devious traps, but only by being on the scene can we truly solve the mystery!"

Cynthia nodded in agreement: "My Frost Rune will protect everyone in times of crisis. I am willing to go along, facing life and death together."

The head of the Priest Corps contemplated for a moment and said, "We also need to prepare more arcane Defense Arrays and summon soul advisors to assist in resisting possible forbidden magical barriers."

Everyone looked at each other, in the face of unfinished business, they were filled with a tense yet determined atmosphere.

However, the uncertainty about the future did not weaken their will to join forces and step into the unknown darkness—instead, it sparked a fiercer fighting spirit!

David once again surveyed this group of warriors swearing to protect their homeland, feeling the strong energy generated by their shared blood resonance, like stars gathering into a river rushing ceaselessly:

"This is our era, the most critical decision since the continuation of Silver Moon, and where the oath of generations lies.

No matter how perilous the path ahead, we will surely break through the obstacles and let the dawn light shine upon this land!"

The night cloak of the Silver Moon Royal Court remained heavy, cold wind carrying drifting snowflakes through towering stone columns and thick walls, bringing the sound of distant bells faintly echoing.

David and his companions stood in the secret chamber of the Royal Court, preparing to step into the legendary underground tomb of the Holy See, filled with taboos and conspiracy.

The air was imbued with an indescribable solemnity and stillness, each step seemed to tread on scars accumulated through history.

Liya slightly frowned, she tightly gripped the Frost Staff in her hand, staring at the dim tunnel entrance ahead. "This is our first truly meaningful counterattack, and also the most dangerous battle." Her voice was light, yet conveyed immense determination, "What lies deeper in the tomb is the darkest and deadliest secret of the Eternal Night Council."

Cynthia stood aside, her ice-blue Runes sparkling in the darkness, cold and dazzling like frigid stars.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze sharp: "They must have laid numerous traps and ambushes, we must remain highly vigilant."

The head of the Priest Corps, draped in a pale robe, clasped his hands in silent prayer, his voice flowing like a stream in the dark, "May the Divine Spirit bless us, banishing the darkness..."

David took a deep breath, adjusting the Chaos Core within him to its optimal state, that mysterious and powerful Energy surging like a volcanic eruption.

He knew this battle was not only a test of Physical Strength and Magic Power but also a challenge of faith, willpower, and wisdom to their limits.

They stepped into the dark and winding tunnels.

The air was damp with an ancient scent of gunpowder residue, and occasionally broken stones rolled underfoot, causing faint echoes.

On the tunnel walls, remnants of inscriptions depicted the once-glorious saga of the Holy See’s rise and fall.

The Witch Rider Corps divided into several small teams, each clad in neat Armor, their eyes firm and allowing no hesitation.

An experienced Witch Rider raised the Silver Moon banner in their hand, the flag flapping in the cold wind like ancient vows raised again.

Upon entering the core area of the tomb, a vast altar suddenly appeared before them.

The central altar was inlaid with an undying Rune glowing with a ghostly purple light, symbolizing control power by the Eternal Night Council.

The location of the core Magical Artifact.

However, at this moment, the surroundings were heavily guarded, a group of Fallen Knights of the Holy Hall silently appeared, draped in black-silver Armor, rusted yet imposing, their blades showing traces of countless bloody battles.

"Guardians, you have finally come." The leader sneered, his eyes once blazing now cold as icy blades fixed on the group, "This land has long belonged to the Eternal Night, and we will remember the Pope’s will with blood."

Before the words fell, a bloody slaughter erupted instantly.

The clash of blades sparked, each swing shaking the walls of the edifice.

The Witch Riders wielded Silver Blades, entangled in fierce battle with the Fallen Knights, blood stained the ancient stone slabs, and also stained their vows and faith.

Liya was like an ice Queen, freezing the enemy’s moves with ice-blue Magic in the intense skirmish, rendering them unable to strike back;

Cynthia relied on her exquisite Swordsmanship to counter the opposing army’s offensive, each leap precisely severing the opponent’s weapon;