If Ciel rembered correctly, this was a potion to be drunk and then digested, like “Coroner” and “Plague Doctor.” As long as it was drunk, she would gain abilities, but if she couldn’t complete the Reconstitution Ritual within the specified ti, she would suffer the potion’s backlash.
This was indeed very suitable for Ciel’s current situation.
After Tara led Isabella out of the room, Ciel walked to the table and directly picked up the potion.
Looking at the blue potion inside, which seed to have completely turned into powder, Ciel pulled out the stopper, tilted her head, and directly poured the powder into her mouth.
Upon entering, the powder intensely stung Ciel’s throat and taste buds, letting her taste an extrely spicy pain, almost making her cough.
But Ciel’s throat seed completely sealed. She couldn’t make any sound at all, couldn’t even cough. She tightly clenched her throat, forcefully enduring the pain that felt like her mouth and tongue were lting.
A small amount of knowledge and thods of using abilities, as if innate, slowly erged in her mind.
But as the pain beca more intense, her expression instead beca calr, her dark red pupils as still as water.
...
“No matter what thods you use, keep her alive! She must be conscious within 12 hours, understand?”
“Yes! Archbishop!”
“This one, let her go. She has already beco a believer.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
“It’s only because Lord Ciel is kind. If she blas you, none of you will escape.”
Tara quickly directed and dispatched the transcendents in the secret room. Those second and third-tier cultists bowed their heads and listened to Tara’s scolding, no one daring to refute.
After scolding everyone, Tara took a deep breath, tidied her appearance slightly, then walked through the narrow dark passage towards the secret room.
“Lord Ciel...?”
Just opening the secret room door, the sll of roasted at ca from inside. Tara’s brow twitched slightly, but quickly, she regained her composure, looking at Ciel, who was covered in blood, standing before the wooden table to her left.
At this mont, Ciel was gently turning the ritual carving knife in her hand, which flickered with silver cracks. An eyeball was impaled on the carving knife, making a sizzling sound under the candlelight’s heat.
Seeming to notice Tara’s arrival, Ciel slowly lifted the eyeball with the carving knife, slowly brought it close to her nose, and gently sniffed.
Ciel’s movents were extrely elegant. If one ignored the blood on her face and the terrifying eyeball impaled on the carving knife in her hand, this action would make others think she was just about to taste a fine roasted snail.
“Failure.” Ciel slightly frowned, put down the carving knife in her hand. She took out her white handkerchief, wiped the blood from her hands, and looked towards Tara, showing a faint smile, “I’ll treat you again next ti.”
When Ciel smiled, her teeth, like shark’s serrated teeth, were exposed, neatly arranged, emitting a cold gleam, as if capable of tearing apart any living creature.
Waves of coldness surged from behind Tara. She lowered her head slightly, saying, “Yes, Lord Ciel.”
Another path...
These past few days, Tara had already seen Lord Ciel step into more than one transcendent path, and could return to her original state each ti.
Mother Goddess... Is she preparing to reclaim all the authorities...
Tara took a deep breath, unsure if the trembling in her heart was from excitent or fear.
“Right, bring her along. I still have sothing to ask her.”
After Ciel said this, she walked towards the door. Tara quickly stepped aside, clearing a path.
Snap—
The ritual carving knife, flickering with silver light, suddenly shattered, breaking into pieces on the ground.
Even the blade, originally forged from transcendent characteristics, completely turned into dust, without a single trace of transcendent aura.
Even transcendent characteristics can be extinguished...
Looking at her ritual carving knife, which had turned into dust, Tara seed to just rember to breathe. After several gasps, she raised the candlestick and walked into the secret room.
At the end of the dungeon, two corpses were neatly displayed on the floor.
Like a butcher slaughtering livestock, their blood was drained, internal organs completely removed, neatly arranged to the side. Even the muscles on their bodies were separated into different sections, peeled off... like ingredients waiting to be cooked.
Brainwashing a third-tier takes a long ti. So Lord Ciel just killed them...
And in the corner, the High Priestess of the Church of the Savior Goddess huddled there, holding her head, trembling uncontrollably, seemingly greatly frightened.
When Tara stepped forward to help her up, the High Priestess of the Church of the Savior Goddess seed to have found a life-saving straw, completely disregarding that Tara was from the Divine Advent Church, directly hugging her arm.
Only upon getting closer did she hear the teeth of this silver-haired woman chattering. She guessed if she had co a little later, she would have been scared mad.
Imagining herself in the darkness, in a dungeon, listening to soone cutting off other people’s flesh piece by piece, even evaluating the quality of the at... If it were herself, she might also be scared senseless.
Fortunately, the Mother Goddess was on her side.
“Let’s go.” Tara said coldly after helping the High Priestess up.
Actually, after following the Mother Goddess, Tara didn’t hold much hatred towards the Church of the Savior Goddess anymore.
Tara previously hated the Church of the Savior Goddess because they practiced erroneous doctrines. And now, the Mother Goddess’s appearance had proven that she and the Divine Advent Church were right. Naturally, she had no need to continue hostile towards the Church of the Savior Goddess.
Because their status was already above the Church of the Savior Goddess. Compared to the Divine Advent Church, the favored daughter, the Church of the Savior Goddess was at most an adopted daughter.
No need to continue hating a loser. Just need to wait for the right opportunity, reveal the Mother Goddess’s existence, and those from the Church of the Savior Goddess who weren’t mad would naturally defect to the Divine Advent Church. By then, everyone would still be sisters.
Almost dragging this High Priestess out to the narrow corridor outside, Tara saw the main door at the end of the corridor already open. Soft light illuminated almost the entire passage.
She supported the High Priestess, walking her to that door. As she stood at the entrance, she saw Ciel, currently standing beside the conference table, listening sideways to other bishops’ discussions, a glass of red wine in her hand.
Upon seeing Tara, Ciel slightly raised her wine glass towards her, seeming to invite her to join the discussion.
As if this wasn’t a dungeon, but a high-society banquet.
Tara supported Uris, letting Uris sit on the stool in the corner.
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