章 493: Resurgence

In the dark palace, the dim flame lit the face of a broken statue of a saint. The statue was covered with moss, and small cracks crawled all over it. It held a torch in its hand and gazed into the darkness.

In the huge palace, the green air moved like a snake. Accompanied by a scary melody, the green air expanded and shrank, again and again. Every time the air shrank, someone in the darkness screamed with pain. In the depths of the palace, a few people moaned and cursed.

"Ludovic, how dare you usurp the Pope?!"

"Black musician… as the Cardinal, how dare you collude with the Black musician?! You have infuriated God! You will soon be burnt to death by God!"

"Lord Ludovic, I give in, I would do anything for you…" Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly screamed in extreme pain. Crack! A bone was broken.