690 Kiss of the Death God (1/2)

”This is the grand duke's plan? To organize a red wedding?”

Fang Yuan did not appear to have the slightest awareness of being contained. Instead, he looked around.

Around Grand Duke Stan, many nobles had gathered. Floren, Messiah, Rance… almost all of the nobles of the duchy were present.

Among them, the lowest ranked was a viscount. Together with the country, they had gathered enormous wealth and influence.

Of course, with the passage of time, there was not much of the original knights' loyalty left. Most of them even conspired with outside forces.

Although having internal stability before resisting foreign forces is indeed logical, where does Grand Duke Stan's great confidence come from? To be able to quell the country without causing chaos.

A unified nation would naturally be able to gather greater strength to resist foreign invasion.

However, if there was chaos due to the cleansing, it would be no different from inviting trouble.

In this respect, merely relying on the Church of Death, it would still be beyond him…

Fang Yuan had the cold eye of a bystander.

As a True God's church, even if it had declined greatly, it would definitely be able to produce a Legend. Perhaps this was the source of the grand duke's confidence?

Fang Yuan, who had promoted to a Legend, clearly knew a Legend's destructive power.

At this point, he indeed saw some soldiers secretly adjusting their positions, forming an encirclement.

Floren and a few other nobles seemed to sense it. They gathered their private soldiers, and each of them had something bulging out of their waist bags.

In this environment that was calm on the surface but had turbulent waves beneath, the Pope's voice resounded, ”… here, in the name of the True God, I witness you as husband and wife!”

Clap! Clap!

Around, the nobles had false smiles masked over their faces as they clapped warmly.

At the venue, a lot of fireworks shot up into the sky and exploded into many bright and beautiful sparks.

”Now, you may kiss your bride!”

Under the eyes of many nobles, the slightly shy Timo went forward to peck on Amerie's lips.

The atmosphere of the venue reached its peak, but the cheers and whistles of civilians concealed everything.

”Truly… dazzling.”

Fang Yuan covered his eyes and could immediately feel the jubilitation around him. The noisy atmosphere filled him with an unreal feeling, just like being in a dream, separating him from the surroundings. ”This is a spell? Grand Duke Stan's layout?”

He immediately looked at Grand Duke Stan and realized that he had a similarly astonished expression. ”Something's wrong!”

”Ah!”

Just then, an ear-piercing scream was heard.

The eyelids of the Pope of Death twitched as he looked at the newly wedded couple in front of him.

After kissing, their cheeks became a horrifying color of dark reddish-purple. Sinister-looking veins had surfaced. Both of their hands were at their own throats, as if they were suffocating.

”Holy Spell: Dispersion!”

As soon as his thoughts moved, the golden crown on the Pope's head emitted a glaring brilliance.

As the leader of a True God church, Pope Garrett was naturally a Legend caster. Not only this, he was also in charge of an artifact given by a True God. The mere interference spell technique was instantly broken.

Promptly, he looked at the couple who were on the brink of death. With a snap of his fingers, many high-level holy spells spread.

”Dispel Poison!”

”Cure Serious Wounds!”

…

The dense brilliance of holy spells instantly appeared on Timo and Amerie's body.

As the head of the pastors, Garrett's technique was first-rate. Not even mentioning being poisoned, even if it was death, as long as the soul was still present, he could also perform the resurrection spell and pull them back from the Death God Nation.

But at this time, something shocking happened.

Under the many high-level spells, the condition of Timo and Amerie did not improve at all, even collapsing onto the ground as they fainted.

”Poison that even Greater Heal cannot affect!”

The color on Garrett's face drained. ”This is… Kiss of the Death God!!!”

Kiss of the Death God was an extremely famous poison in the Monger World. It was widely used in the assassinations of many kings, thus its rise to fame. It acted rapidly and directly on the soul. It was well-known for spells being ineffectiveness on it.

Most crucially, it was from the Church of Death itself!

Someone betrayed me, someone at least at the archbishop level!

In an instant, the Pope's blood ran cold.

He looked at the newlyweds in front and suddenly stopped.

It was very difficult to save them from the Kiss of the Death God. Even though it was spread from the Church of Death, many complicated procedures were needed to save them.

He clearly did not have the time on his hands right now and could not waste his precious magic on this.

After all, the potential danger lurking in the darkness was much more terrifying!

So, with a snap of Garrett's fingers, giant ice formed and immediately froze the unlucky newlyweds inside.