The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 135:The Greatest Heretic

Albert reached into the bloodstained sack slung over his shoulder and retrieved a heavy, ball-like object.

As he unwrapped the cloth, murmurs of excitement filled the chamber.

With a flourish, he presented the severed head of High Priest Pablo.

Gasps and delighted whispers echoed among the gathered deacons. He looked hiding his expression but greed flashed in eyes.

In fact, he didn’t accept them, rather he saw them as stepping stone.To get stronger and then have revenge against the person who pushed him into this situation.

He didn’t mind committing evils to gain power.

Archbishop Bemen leaned forward, his bony fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. Then, he let out a low, guttural chuckle that soon erupted into full-blown laughter.

"The gods smile upon you tonighBremenbert!" Bemen declared, his voice filled with a twisted glee. "The holy men of this city think themselves untouchable, but they fall like all the rest! You have done well."

Albert smirked, lifting his chin. "And there will be more, Your Holiness. Wangward will drown in the blood of the faithful."

Bemen’s grin widened. "Yes... yes. But first, we must prepare. The Serpent grows hungrier, and there is much more work to be done."

The madmen howled in agreement, their crazed voices filling the chamber as the Serpent Fang prepared for the next step in their dark conquest.

The Archbishop then signaled others to leave after which the other deacons who were screaming and praising Albert moved away after which Archbishop Berman eyed Albert to speak.

Albert stood up and faced the Archbishop. His voice was steady, but there was an underlying hunger in his tone. "Archbishop, I have a doubt."

Bemen looked at him with mild curiosity. "Tell me, child. What doubt do you have?"

Albert clenched his fists. "I wonder when I will witness the descent of the Lord. When will He appear and destroy the so-called orthodox Gods?"

Archbishop Bemen eyed Albert and shook his head.

"There is still time for Lord Descent.The world can’t bear the spontaneous descent of God.Many things needed to be prepared and many things had to be done."

Albert then looked up and spoke with a faint glint while hiding his uneasiness,,"I hope he descends soon. The orthodox religion preach nothing but lies, and their followers are nothing but self-centered fools."

The Archbishop’s expression darkened. His gaze shifted upward, as if searching for an answer in the unseen heavens. "That is a question we all have pondered. We do not know exactly when... but we do know one thing."

Albert leaned in, his pulse quickening. "What is it?"

Bremen turned his gaze back to Albert, his voice carrying a weight that made the air in the chamber feel heavier. "Do you know why the world fell silent after the Greatest Heretic died? Why did the Outer Deities not seize the chance to spread their influence immediately rather than hide?"

"And why did the orthodox Gods stop their endless wars? Why even Demons and Humans, who were once enemies, suddenly joined hands?"

Albert frowned.

The history he knew painted Leonard as a traitor—a man who turned against the Gods and sided with evil. Yet, ever since joining the Serpent Fang, he had learned things that shattered his previous beliefs.

According to ancient records, the orthodox Gods loathed Leonard.

But what shook Albert the most was that the Outer Deities—the very beings who despised the Gods—hated Leonard even more. There existed a strict code among the highest-ranked entities, one that placed Leonard at the top of the most dangerous beings to ever exist. His bounty, the highest ever recorded, remained untouched even after his death.

Weirdly, it was still there even though he perished and every lowest member was told about him.

And if anyone ever saw a man wearing a monocle over his left eye, wielding twin swords, they had only two options.

The first was to run.

Flee immediately and send an emergency distress signal to every headquarters—whether they belonged to the Gods, the Demons, or the secret sects. freёwebnoѵel.com

The second was to do the first thing but faster. And pray that he hadn’t noticed you.

Especially if that man had the habit of trash-talking his enemies.

Albert swallowed hard, then turned to the Archbishop. "Why is he still the most feared being even after his death? If he was so terrifying, how did he lose? If he was defeated once, shouldn’t it be easy to defeat him again?"

Bemen let out a slow breath. He shook his head, his eyes dimming with memories. "I once asked that very question when I was young."

Albert felt the tension in the room rise. "And what did you learn?"

The Archbishop’s fingers twitched. His body tensed, as if recalling something far more terrifying than he had ever admitted. He saw himself as a young man, standing before the Pope, asking the same question.

But what he had heard that day had left him shaken. Not just the words—but the expression on the Pope’s face.

For the first time in his life, he had seen the Pope’s steady, all-knowing eyes tremble.

And then, in a voice that seemed drained of all strength, the Pope had whispered:

"The history of the Great War is a lie. The heroes and Gods... they never truly had what it took to fight him. So, they united. Every single one of them, from this side and the other. Because..."

The Archbishop’s breath hitched as he repeated the words that had haunted him ever since.

"We don’t know if that hellspawn is truly dead or not. You must know that he was the sharpest sword of Gods, so it might be possible the Orthodox Gods killing him was a disguise, and when our God descended, that wild dog might be unleashed again."

"Is he that strong?"Albert asked.

"Strong..."the Archbishop scoffed and then laughed.

"People lose hope of winning when he is the opponent."

Silence filled the chamber. Albert felt a chill run through his spine. His hands, steady moments ago, now trembled slightly.

Leonard wasn’t just an enemy. He wasn’t just a legend. He was a force that made even the Gods and demons cower in fear.

Even in death, his shadow loomed over them all.

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"ACHOOOO!"

Kael coughed violently, choking up and screamed.

"Holyshit!Which bastard is cursing me...Don’t let me find you."