Throughout human history, there has never been a shortage of people who believe that assassinating the Emperor would benefit them. Emperor Carl Franz's strong suppression of many nobles' interests, along with his actions to protect free farmers and the middle class, had already angered many nobles. Many nobles were unconcerned about the threats humanity faced; they only knew and saw that their interests were being infringed upon.

When someone suggested assassinating the Emperor, some nobles chose to secretly support it.

However, Maxwell still found it hard to believe how such a carefully arranged plan, prepared for over a decade, seamless and flawless, could be exposed here! How did the Archbishop discover us?

But in the current situation, they dared not make a move; they could only silently pray in their hearts.

Oh, Lord of Change, please bless us to complete this mission.

The cultists dared not make a sound, keeping their heads bowed deeply. In this situation, there was nothing they could do but wait.

"No one willing to admit it?! Cultists, Charlemagne is watching you! The God of Justice is watching you, and since you are unwilling to step forward…" The Archbishop looked around, finding no one willing to step forward. He let out a terrifying roar, and then Vicma, one hand holding the Command Staff, the other the Golden Griffin Warhammer, let the Power of the Twin-tailed Comet surge.

Supreme Divine Skill! Soul Flame!

The scorching Power of the Twin-tailed Comet poured down from the golden dome within the Cathedral, casting countless sacred radiances, with visible golden gas clusters streaming among the crowd.

The pilgrims wept with joy, chanting miracle. Those with devout faith would not be burned by the Soul Flame; on the contrary, it was a sacred ritual of purifying the soul.

The Archbishop's fierce and savage gaze swept over everyone inside the Cathedral, the terrifying power of Soul Flame interrogating each soul.

"Heretics will find no place to hide under the Divine Power of my Lord! Accept judgment, ah ah ah!" The Archbishop shouted with arms raised.

Amidst the holy light and shadow, a person in a thick cloak could no longer bear it, letting out a scream, followed by two others also screaming.

"Guh~!"

The strange behavior of these three immediately drew everyone's attention, as the Paladins and Combat Priests quickly approached, seeing these three wailing incessantly, with nowhere to hide in the Soul Flame.

"The heretics have shown themselves! Strip away their cloaks and completely purify the unclean!" The Archbishop's gaze was like lightning as he pointed directly at Maxwell and the others.

The cultists wanted to resist, but the unceasing waves of Soul Flame nearly tore their filthy souls to shreds.

The thick cloaks were ripped open by the Paladins, revealing their mutated bodies beneath.

The three cultists, whether arm, calf, or chest, had begun sprouting feathers and transforming into clawed ravens!

"Damn it!" Maxwell's arm, burned by the Soul Flame, was revealed in its true form, a feathered mutated limb, with fingers turned to claws.

"Ah! It's Chaos cultists!"

"That's Tzeentch's mutation!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"Help!"

The Cathedral was in chaos, as Paladins and Combat Priests wore expressions of ferocity, their faces showing terrifying fanaticism. Some Paladins escorted unrelated people back while many Demon Hunters and Ascetic Monks charged with weapons in hand.

"Eliminate them! Leave one alive!" The Archbishop pointed at the three revealed individuals: "For Charlemagne!"

"Fight to the death!" Maxwell, knowing the plan was exposed, took out a wooden Magic Staff from his back, about to unleash Chaos Black Magic to summon a Tzeentch Demon.

Someone was faster than him.

"War, Hammer!" The Golden Griffin Warhammer, imbued with the Power of the Twin-tailed Comet, bore the Archbishop's wrath, smashing directly onto the head of the Tzeentch cultist, the blessings and mutations bestowed by Chaos having nowhere to hide under Vicma's power.

"Smash!" The head was crushed, brain matter splattering everywhere.

...

"There are cultists in the Cathedral!"

"Quick, quickly aid the Archbishop!"

"Oh Lord, we have failed you."

The corridors were filled with the sounds of running, as evidently more guards were drawn by the commotion within the hall.

Behind the tapestry, Laine and Tygris were a bit stunned.

"...It seems there really were cultists mixed among the pilgrims," Laine murmured to himself: "Oh my, I was just joking."

"You merely intended to create some chaos, yet unexpectedly, true chaos ensued." Tygris's face was very calm: "Humans are too easily corrupted... I can sense that the hall is engaged in battle. A Tzeentch cultist summoned a few lower-ranking Tzeentch demons, but they are no match for so many people."

"Quick! The number of guards has decreased!" Laine and Tygris ran madly, with the Supreme Grandmaster, who wasn't physically fit, slightly out of breath: "Don't rush, I... I can't go on, Laine."

The Holy Relic Hall was a bit of a distance from the main hall, with many stairs, taking at least five minutes to avoid the crowd.

Tygris swore he hadn't run such a long distance in over a hundred years; the Supreme Grandmaster's body was not in great shape. After about three minutes of sprinting, he was breathless.

"No problem, I'll carry you!" Laine lifted Tygris onto his back.

Charge!

At this time, the clergy guarding the Holy Relic Hall numbered fewer than fifty, with more than twenty guarding the side door. As they saw Laine carrying Tygris rushing over, and before they could ask questions, Laine shouted: "It's bad, gentlemen, look here."

Seizing the moment when all the guards' attention was drawn, Tygris raised the Magic Staff: "Confusion Spell!"

"Boom~" The radiance on Lilith's Moon Staff flashed, and all the affected guards' faces turned dazed and confused. They nodded uncertainly, then muddle-headedly returned to their posts, murmuring: "Ah, that's it, it was like this, no one was here, no one has ever been here."

Laine thus smoothly carried Tygris into the Holy Relic Hall.

Five minutes later.

Laine and Tygris wandered inside the Holy Relic Hall, searching for the entrance to the basement.

Within the Holy Relic Hall, were the bones of successive Emperors of the Empire (retrievable) and countless human heroes. Sacred hymns and brilliant candles illuminated the Holy Relic Hall eternally. As Laine looked at the records of history and remains of each Emperor and hero, his heart always welled with infinite admiration: "Without their persistence, humanity would not exist. It's said that the skeleton and shroud of the second Emperor after Charlemagne, Emperor Hedrick, are placed here."

Tygris gathered Magic Power in his palm, as the Supreme Grandmaster released magic to shield Laine and himself from the deities' perception. He told Laine: "We didn't enter the Holy Relic Hall for sightseeing, Lilith's Divine Chosen Champion. The turmoil outside will soon subside; now that we're in, have you thought of how we'll get out?"

"There will always be a way." Laine forced himself to shift his gaze from the glorious human deeds, the Count shrugged to the Supreme Grandmaster: "Since we could get in, we can surely get out."

"...You'd better come up with another plan." Tygris remained expressionless: "Alright, let's first find what Lilith needs."

"Completely clueless." Laine looked up at the interior of the entire Holy Relic Hall, seeing nothing but sacred relics, various mementos, a desk, and two rows of large bookshelves behind the desk.

"Got it." Tygris pulled a book from the shelf, then reached to press a movable brick on the wall.

"Ding ding ding~" A deep underground passage appeared beneath the large statue at the center of the Holy Relic Hall.

"How did you find it?"

"Human tricks are just jokes before the Asur."

"Alright then, come on, let's go down."