The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

Archbishop Vikmar immediately turned around, only to find nothing in sight; there was nothing behind him.

Everything was still so quiet.

"...Can demons influence even here now?" Archbishop Vikmar hesitated for a moment.

Logically, it was impossible for anyone to sneak into the crypt of the Holy Relics Church, not to mention the strong divine force suppressing it here, but also the hundreds of guards stationed outside. It was impossible for someone to enter unnoticed.

Yet, considering today's events, that cultists had infiltrated the Holy Relics Church of the Church of Justice and had brazenly whispered in his ear, calling him a heretic.

Some people had become so brazen and reckless!

Archbishop Vikmar carefully searched the room again, finding indeed that there was no one else there. He hesitated for a moment, thinking it might just be a hallucination, given the shocking discovery today that the cathedral could harbor followers of chaos. It was understandable that his body was on high alert.

The Archbishop continued to peruse the scriptures.

Archbishop Vikmar had always been critical of the behavior of many priests and regional bishops of the Church of Justice.

Many priests and bishops, compared to ordinary clergy who guide faith and drive out chaos and vampire threats, prefer to engage in noble court politics and collect large donations.

The doctrines of the God of Justice are "Justice does not distinguish between the high and low" and "Justice requires a price."

These are good teachings, but in human history, there has never been a lack of clergy who maliciously twist divine teachings for their own benefit.

Many clerics always like to separate believers from deities, advocating that "faith must have channels," meaning mortals cannot simply and directly believe in deities, but must go through the church to believe in deities, then enjoy the money offerings and respect of the believers.

Archbishop Vikmar was committed to fighting these corrupt clergymen, but the archbishop was also aware that all people have demands; beyond faith, people at least need to fill their stomachs. Real living saints rarely exist, even the Holy Grail knights also need to eat good food and drink, so what Archbishop Vikmar needed to do was to punish and suppress, not to beat everyone with the same stick. As for minor losses in transport, and the occasional discrepancies of three to five per thousand in the donations of some regional bishops, the archbishop could only let it be.

Luther Hus is a young and devout battle priest. This priest had uncovered many malpractices within the Church of Justice, and he directly made many suggestions to the Curia council. Archbishop Vikmar valued him highly and wanted to transfer this priest to Brunswick to consult him in person and rectify some malpractices.

Just two rooms away, Ryan shook his head indifferently: "An ambush is unlikely now. We can't take down Archbishop Vikmar in a short time, we can neither assassinate him stealthily nor can we afford to engage him in a struggle, that would lead us into a desperate situation!"

While Archbishop Vikmar was flipping through the books, Ryan and Tigris originally intended to use an ambush to knock out the archbishop quickly. There was a Holy Spirit carriage in the Holy Relics Church; Archbishop Vikmar's command scepter and his ring could release divine arts, activate the carriage, and take them out.

A Sanctuary powerhouse is a Sanctuary powerhouse after all; he was simply too vigilant. Ryan had just released a bit of murderous intent from thirty meters away, and the archbishop immediately went on alert instinctively.

"An ambush won't work; we need to think of another plan." Ryan thought for a moment and whispered softly, "Archbishop Vikmar won't look at those scriptures for too long. He should be aware that it's not good to be in contact with those chaos-tainted forbidden scriptures for a long time."

"In human terms, an hour and a half at most, if this archbishop isn't stupid, he won't stay too long." Tigris prepared a powerful spell in his hands, carefully letting the power of the spell dissipate to avoid detection.

Elven Grand Spell, Weave Seal, this magic could completely bind some powerful beings and stop their time completely. Within the Holy Relics Church, spells of the eighth ring and below could not be used, their original plan was for Ryan to ambush, Tigris to bind, and then Ryan to knock out Archbishop Vikmar.

But the plan failed, Archbishop Vikmar was too vigilant.

"In that case... Tigris, let's go." Ryan's eyes flickered, and he showed a beast-like smile: "Let's go to Archbishop Vikmar's bedroom."

The two cautiously made their way to Archbishop Vikmar's bedroom, which was very simple. A wooden table held a cup of cold coffee, Luther Hus's orders, and a half-eaten loaf of black bread.

Tigris leaned on Lilith's Moon Staff,

 he glanced at the surroundings: "It's not possible to hide in the wardrobe, nor under the bed. Do you think Archbishop Vikmar would be so foolish as to fall asleep with someone ambushing in his bedroom?"

Ryan stretched out a finger, swaying it left and right, pointing at the coffee: "The God of Justice greatly despises the waste of food by his followers."

"Poisoning?" Tigris asked expressionlessly.

"Not poisoning, but drugging." Ryan took a small paper packet out of his spatial ring, containing some white crystalline powder: "This drug isn't poisonous, it only causes sleep, and silver needles can't detect it."

Ryan folded a corner of the small paper packet, pouring some of the powder into the coffee.

"Sssh..."

Tigris finally showed a hint of a smile: "Did Olica give this to you?"

"How did you know?" Ryan was a bit surprised.

"Dark elves are best at playing these tricks... and the Kolyandi family..." The two hid outside: "You should be grateful, Ryan. If she wasn't sincerely serving as your maid, she could poison you at any time."

They sat behind a coffin in a hallway, Ryan smiled: "I never force."

"It doesn't matter whether you force or not, dark elves don't care about that. Whether or not you succeed, elves don't have a concept of chastity." Tigris told Ryan: "Dark elves enjoy the process, the enjoyment, and then the revenge. Some dark elves might cut off a man's thing as a collectible just because you let her experience pleasure."

"..." Ryan felt the wind in the underground buildings was a bit boisterous today.

"Elves have no such concept? Even after getting married, they can still go out and mess around?" They needed to wait a while, and he was just chatting with Tigris.

"…That's an overstatement. For high elves, it's only when they haven't chosen a permanent partner that they don't mind these things, but if they've chosen a permanent partner, even married, elves are very chaste and serious," Tigris corrected Ryan's misunderstanding, trying to clear his brother's name.

"No, I heard from Lilith that the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are married." Ryan retorted.

"That's right, the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are legally married." Tigris was speechless: "But the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen only need to give birth to the next Eternal Queen, then they can separate and find other partners."

"So... the next Eternal Queen is born to Finubar and Alarielle?" Ryan continued to mock, the Lady of the Lake had told him these things.

"Um..." Tigris was now in a dilemma, unable to speak.

Everyone in Ulthuan knows that the next Eternal Queen is the child of Tyrion and Alarielle, and it has nothing to do with Finubar. This Phoenix King and Eternal Queen haven't even shared a room for a day.

Whether he admits it or not, he has contradicted the words he emphasized to Ryan before. The Archmage simply shut his mouth.

Ryan smiled slightly; he didn't pursue the matter further. Some things didn't need to be delved into too deeply. He understood Tigris, the Archmage had helped him a lot, and he also needed to give Tigris some face.

An hour later, Archbishop Vikmar indeed finished browsing the forbidden scriptures and returned to his bedroom. He picked up the now icy cold coffee, sniffed it, and after checking with a silver needle to ensure there was no problem, he gulped it down and carelessly nibbled a few bites of the black bread, continuing to correct documents in his bedroom.

Ryan signaled Tigris to continue waiting patiently.

Half an hour later, snoring sounds began, and Archbishop Vikmar finally lay down on the table and fell asleep.

The time had come!

"Quick! This drug is very weak against Sanctuary powerhouses! At most one hour! We must find a way to escape quickly!"

"Let's go!"

Tigris and Ryan lifted Archbishop Vikmar from the table.

The two frantically carried the archbishop's body, running upstairs: "Hurry, hurry!"

Archbishop Vikmar's body was heavy, and with the various magical instruments and jewelry on his clothes weighing over two hundred pounds, to keep the noise they made as minimal as possible, Ryan simply carried the archbishop on his back.

After a mad dash, they emerged from the basement, and a golden carriage was placed inside the Holy Relics Church. Ryan held the archbishop's body, hoisted it inside the carriage, and Tigris pressed Archbishop Vikmar's ring onto the carriage's mechanism.

The divine power stored in the ring drove the carriage to start and emitted a call. Ryan and Tigris both breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on either side of the now unconscious archbishop, squeezed into the

 right side next to the carriage window.

"Drive!" Ryan gently flicked the reins, signaling the horses to go out. The four majestic horses recognized that Ryan was not their master, but since both Ryan and Tigris exuded an aura that made the animals very comfortable, they decided to obey.

The carriage slowly drove out of the Holy Relics Church.

Outside the Holy Relics Church, the lights were bright, and hundreds of ascetics, over a hundred holy knights, and more than two hundred combat priests were patrolling nearby. Seeing the archbishop's carriage emerge from inside the Holy Relics Church, these clergy all stopped their work and paid their respects to Archbishop Vikmar: "I offer you my respects, Archbishop Vikmar!"

"Charlemagne bless us!"

"For our Lord!"

A corner of the carriage window curtain was lifted, and Archbishop Vikmar's eyes were closed, seemingly engaged in some deep thought. He didn't wave his hand as usual but nodded deeply instead.

The guards found it strange; although Archbishop Vikmar was always very serious, he wasn't usually this silent.

The window curtain was lowered again, and the archbishop's unfathomable depth alarmed the guards, making them wonder if they had done something wrong that had upset the archbishop.

Due to the heretic incident, the Church of Justice cathedral was now under strict security: every five steps a sentry, every three steps a post. Ryan secretly peeked through the gap in the curtain, his heart almost in his throat; the entire area around the Holy Relics Church was crowded with demon hunters and guards! If exposed, even he and Tigris would not likely escape successfully!

Once their actions were discovered, the two of them would face almost certain death!

The carriage wheels creaked and turned, sweat breaking out on Ryan's forehead, and Tigris, holding the staff, had his hands slightly whitened.

Fortunately, not many accidents occurred along the way, and the carriage smoothly drove towards the outside.

The gate of the Church of Justice's grand hall was not far ahead! Just a short distance from the grand entrance of the Church of Justice cathedral, they could easily escape! The horses remembered the location of the Holy Relics Church; they would return Archbishop Vikmar to the Holy Relics Church.

Five hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Just twenty meters from the gate, an incident suddenly occurred! A red-robed regional bishop accompanied by several combat priests and demon hunters stopped the carriage: "Archbishop Vikmar, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but we have a matter that requires your judgment."

The carriage curtain was pulled back, and Archbishop Vikmar's face appeared in front of the red-robed bishop. His eyes were still closed, his long beard and serious expression, the archbishop slowly nodded, seeming ready to listen to his subordinate's report.

"His Majesty the Emperor was greatly shocked to hear that chaos cultists appeared in the cathedral, and Lord Ludwig, the banner officer, has already led the army to the fallen nobles' castle to quell the rebellion. The Emperor sent people to inquire whether the Church of Justice could dispatch a squad of holy knights and some demon hunters to assist Ludwig?" the red-robed bishop asked loudly.

Inside the curtain, Archbishop Vikmar continued to nod his head, but gave no specific orders.

"Archbishop Vikmar, can you dispatch the holy knights and demon hunters?" Seeing the archbishop just nodding ambiguously, the red-robed bishop urgently asked again: "My Archbishop, please issue a clear decree! The Emperor's envoy is waiting for your decision."

Vikmar kept nodding.

Now, the guards and demon hunters inside the hall all felt something was wrong, and the red-robed bishop was even more puzzled. He began to slowly approach, trying to touch the carriage door: "My Archbishop? What's happened, what's going on? Please, speak?"

Trouble!!!

Inside the carriage, Ryan, holding Archbishop Vikmar's neck, still nodding, saw the guards gradually gathering around, his heart rate reaching one hundred and eighty beats per minute.

What to do, what to do, what to do???!!!

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