Chapter 883 Are You Also After the Holy Grail?

Inside the church, which many believers regard as a holy land, the air was thick with the scent of fresh blood. The Cardinal, Callio laid on the floor, pale as a sheet, his eyes bulging out. His breathing was weak and ragged, like a bellows, a telltale sign that death was imminent.

An angel stood tall, with a pair of white wings on his back, leaning against the wall. There was a gaping hole in his abdomen the size of a bowl.

Standing beside him was another even more strikingly handsome angel, also adorned with two pairs of wings. Despite the lack of a gory wound on him, his right hand hung limply, as if his bones had been pulverized. He looked surprised and angry while facing an approaching figure draped in a black robe.

"This is all your scheme! You knew that Callio is no mere Cardinal, but a mentor to the Pope. So you poisoned him to lure us in, to bring the Holy Grail here. Am I right?" The handsome angel confronted, his eyes filled with hatred.

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