Chapter 501: Sleeping Beauty
Boom!
The grand doors of the Court Banquet hall were blasted open as a wet and battered motorcycle skidded inside. The guests quickly stood and moved out of its way, watching as this war-worn vehicle clattered to a halt under the steps of the throne, smashing into the staircase and ending in pieces.
Through the Rain Curtain walked in an attendant, covered in blood and holding a long sword. The attendant’s garb, designed as a tailcoat, now looked like a dark red trench coat soaked in blood, though nobody knew whose blood it was. A mask covered his face, revealing only his eyes, leaving his expression unreadable.
Ashpel.
A single name echoed in everyone’s minds.
The Saint of fifty years.
The guardian of Nabistin.
The ruler of the Gospel.
The savior who sheltered all beings, the emperor of utmost kindness and benevolence.