Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 181: Cardinal's Demon Hunt

Cardinal Clemens was a tall and majestic old man, standing there like a statue. His long silver-white hair fell from his head to his shoulders, and his face was covered with wrinkles due to the years, but his gray-blue eyes were still sharp, revealing a sacred pressure. He wore an exquisite red robe, symbolizing the supreme power of the Holy See, and a golden cross inlaid with gems hung on his chest. Whenever he walked, the scepter gently touched the ground, making a heavy echo, as if reminding the people around him that he represented not only one person, but the will of the entire Holy See.

As he walked into the castle, Carl was waiting outside the hall, followed by Alia and Eleanor.

Eleanor saluted him first, and they nodded to each other before entering the house.

"Sir Karl," Clemens said coldly as he entered the room, "I have heard about what you did in Snow Rock City, especially your connivance and inaction towards the Blood Cult. As a noble, you have the responsibility to protect the faith and the people, but you chose to turn a blind eye and let these heretics run rampant in your territory."

Carl listened to the bishop's accusations with a blank expression.

"I admit that the situation in Snow Rock City is indeed complicated," Karl responded calmly, "The Blood Cult has infiltrated the lower classes of society, using their blood to cure diseases and deceiving many people into believing in them."

"This is an unforgivable heresy!" Clemens slammed the scepter in his hand, his eyes flashing with anger, "Not only did you fail to stop it as soon as possible, you even allowed these vampires' conspiracy to develop to this point!"

“That’s why I asked the Holy See to intervene.” Carl’s voice remained calm.

Clemens narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered after a moment: "Very good. Since you have realized your mistake, I will be fully responsible for everything that comes next. I will personally preside over the heresy trial of the Blood Cult. You must also unconditionally cooperate with the actions of the Inquisition. Is that ok?"

"I am willing to accept it." Carl bowed slightly and saluted the bishop.

Clemens looked at Carl coldly, then turned around, tapped the ground with his staff, and announced: "I, Cardinal Clemens of the Holy See, on behalf of the Pope, declare the official start of the heresy trial in Snow Rock City. All heretics will face divine judgment and purification. Anyone who shelters vampires or follows the Blood Cult will be punished by the iron law of the Inquisition!"

Following Clemens' announcement, there was a stir inside and outside Snow Rock City. The Northern Inquisition, the local guards of Snow Rock City, and the people led by the cardinal himself all began to gather at this time. The holy fire was lit, and a murderous atmosphere filled the entire Snow Rock City.

At the same time, deep underground in Snow Rock City, in a secret Blood Cult sanctuary, the atmosphere was completely different.

Isabel stood in front of the altar with a smug smile on her face. She was wearing a blood-red robe and holding a delicate silver cup filled with dark red liquid. Her followers knelt before her, devoutly waiting for this "saint" to grant them the power of healing.

"Your pain will dissipate with the power of blood," Isabel said with a bewitching charm, "We are God's messengers, and we will bring eternal life and salvation."

She handed the silver cup to a pale believer, who took it with trembling hands, as if holding a life-saving straw, raised his head and drank the blood in the cup. Then, his face instantly became ruddy, and the disease seemed to have disappeared as if by miracle. The crowd exclaimed, and Isabel enjoyed it all with a satisfied smile on her face.

When the crowd dispersed, she sat on the chair with one foot raised. Beside her, Baron Galloven handed her a cup of blood, and she took the cup and drank it all.

"Mother is right. Now even the king is on our side. Carl alone can't stop us." She was secretly proud of herself. As the influence of the cult grew, she was sure that she had control of the situation.

However, just as she was preparing for the next ceremony, the door of the sanctuary was suddenly thrown open, and a member of the church stumbled in, shouting in fear: "Lady Saint! It's bad! People from the Inquisition are here! They have discovered this place and are clearing out the cult's stronghold!"

Isabel's smile froze instantly. She suddenly turned her head to look at the believer, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

"What did you say?" she growled. "The Inquisition? The Northern Inquisition? How dare Carl?"

"The question is what to do now?" Gallowin on the side showed a worried expression.

"They are carrying weapons, and many believers have been captured!" the believer continued, panting.

Isabel suddenly felt uneasy. She was not afraid of losing the fight, but once her identity was exposed, the other party would have more reason to deny the existence of the cult. Everything she had done would be in vain.

"We have to evacuate immediately!" she shouted to Galloven, "especially you!"

"Where are you running to?" Galloven shouted anxiously, "And it's still daytime!"

At this time, there was a sound of fighting outside the house. Cardinal Clemens had led the soldiers of the Inquisition into the sanctuary. Then Clemens saw the scene inside the sanctuary. The twisted and dilapidated architectural sculptures were filled with the stench of blood. There were also bloodstains in the silver bowls. As a cardinal, he had seen some of the world. The vampire's blood had a special stench, which he could smell at once. He was immediately furious. The fire illuminated this dark underground world.

"Heretics, blasphemers, kill them all! Don't leave any alive!" He roared and rushed forward, and the soldiers followed closely, waving their weapons and rushing towards the believers of the Blood Cult.

They held silver swords, chanted prayers, and slashed at anyone they saw, as if they wanted to eliminate all darkness and evil.

Chaos broke out in an instant, and the believers of the Blood Cult responded hastily. However, this group of people were just beggars, a makeshift gang composed of poor people. How could they compete with the well-equipped regular soldiers? In an instant, there were continuous screams, and the believers fell one after another.

Isabel glimpsed Clemens outside through the crack in the door, and then she was stunned. The conspicuous red robe showed that he was from a high-ranking official of the Church. She cursed him viciously, turned around quickly, and cast a burst of dark magic. She instantly turned into a bat, drilled out of a hole in the wall, and disappeared without a trace.

Only Galloven, who was standing there in a daze, and another believer who brought the news were left.

The believer looked at it coldly for a while, then shouted in disbelief:

"The Saint turned into a bat and flew away!"

Then the door was pushed open, and the soldiers rushed in, surrounding them, and countless swords were drawn towards them.