Chapter 253: Avoiding Battle
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Crimson blood spilled from those thin vermilion lips, drops like agate rolling down towards the corner of her mouth, slowly dripping to the ground under the influence of gravity.
Altrouge didn't bother wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. She raised her head, her crimson eyes fixed with extreme gravity on the giant face made of dark clouds in the sky.
Richard, standing at the church entrance and witnessing the entire process, clearly felt Altrouge's aura drop sharply, from its previously unfathomable level down to a point where he could perceive its limits.
Richard understood that Altrouge's injuries were not as superficial as they appeared, but he still didn't dare act rashly. His battle experience told him that a wounded beast was even more ferocious.
As if sensing that the sinner had not died, some mechanism slowly activated. The eyes of the giant cloud face gradually began to glow with brilliant golden light.
Altrouge felt the power of faith continuously gathering from churches across Europe, bitterness welling up in her heart.
As a hybrid of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle created by the Crimson Moon—the Black Princess feared no God. Even if the Biblical God of the Holy Church were still alive, she would dare to fight him.
But unfortunately, Altrouge was not currently at her peak.
After a life-and-death battle with her sister, the White Princess Arcueid, eight hundred years ago—her body had been left broken and battered.