Archbishop Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

These three were the sect leaders hidden in the forest, and long ago, they had secretly colluded with Mystic Vale to destroy Amelia's sect. However, that was not all. After the three sect leaders appeared, two more figures, completely different in appearance, emerged from deeper within the forest. On the left was a man in a black robe embroidered with a peculiar silver cross. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and skin so pale it was almost translucent. He held a thick ancient tome in his hands, his gaze fanatical and arrogant. He was Padraic Nunez, Cardinal of the Archdiocese of Winnipeg from overseas. His eyes burned with desire for America's Zen magic, as if the treasures in the N

They rushed toward the puddle and jumped into it. However, they soon howled in agony as their skin and bones melted and became part of that very blood puddle. The blood puddle increased in size quickly, gradually growing into a blood pool. Constantine had also arrived in Seechertown. He stood in the city and frowned, mumbling to himself, "He's hidden?" He walked slowly to a church, then found the priest and showed his identification. Constantine was the Red Archbishop. It was a position of much higher rank than that of a regular priest.

“We did it.” Darwin exhaled. “Not yet.” He unzipped the bag, revealing the final proof of The Architect’s empire. It was the beginning of the end. --- The Architect’s Wrath Halfway across the world, Alexander Greaves sat in his penthouse, staring at the flashing red alerts on his screen. His empire was under siege. His grip tightened on his whiskey glass. For years, he had operated untouchable. A ghost in the system. A force behind kings and corporations.

The Architect’s body slumped out, writhing like a fish out of water. Vane grabbed the old man by the throat. He lifted him up. "Look at him," Vane said, forcing me to watch through our shared eyes. "The God of Vane Corp. Drowning in his own piss." Julian, stop him! I pleaded. He won't listen, Julian said, his voice full of sorrow. He’s too strong. And... he’s right. The Architect is the enemy. Vane squeezed. The Architect’s eyes bulged. His chest heaved one last time.

I was uncomfortable with the way he was moving but I didn’t pull away and I watched archer through the corner of my eye his glass of ember liquid hadn’t been touched and he smashed that glass with his bare hand as his eyes widened when Zero grabs my ass. Archer pushes Zero away and moves me behind him Zero was stunned at first then he came face to face with Archer. “What’s your problem man?” “Don’t ever fucking put your hands on her like that again,” Zero looks over at me then back at Archer. “She didn’t seem to mind. So why don’t you take a hike buddy?” Archer steps forward. “Leave now, before I lose control,” Zero shakes his head and steps closer toward Archer. They were nose to nose.

⸻ The Dreamer couldn’t speak. 💔 ⸻ Thousands of years. Millions of years. An eternity. ⸻ And now Nox stood before him again. ⸻ “I missed you.” ⸻ The words sounded sincere. And that was the problem. 💀 ⸻ 🌙 The Architect Realizes The Architect stepped backward. 😨 ⸻ For centuries he believed he understood reality. He believed he understood power. He believed he understood the game. ⸻ Now he understood nothing.

“Why? Allow me to elucidate, Your Majesty. Everything within the confines of Eldoria has been meticulously orchestrated. You, the crown, the council—all are components in a game I have been playing long before you even perceived the existence of such a game.” Kael’s expression hardened. “Enough riddles. Speak plainly. What are your intentions? And why do you choose to betray the crown?” The architect’s gaze shifted to Kael, and for a fleeting moment, a shadow of something personal flashed in their eyes—a memory, a grudge, a germ of resentment. “Betrayal is a rather harsh term, is it not?” they uttered, their voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. “I prefer… revelation. You, and all who prof

ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template The ShadowVoid/EntropyThe Keeper of the EndMISSING/SHATTERED "Who was the sixth?" Cole asked, his pixelated fur finally smoothing into a coat of silver needles. "The one who betrayed us," a voice boomed from the shadows. A figure stepped forward. He looked like an older version of Kael, but his fire was a cold, blue flame. He wore armor made of the same white-gold as the Archit

"That’s the old world! That’s the monopoly! We are Zeroes! Every memory has the same value!" "Incorrect," the Archive replied. "A Zero has no mass. Without mass, there is no gravity. Without gravity, the world drifts. Choose, or the roots will consume the Foundry to provide the necessary processing power. The lives of the living for the memories of the dead. That is your trade." Xander stepped in front of me, his eyes burning. "She’s not a Banker anymore! And I’m not a Sovereign! You want data? Take mine! I’ve carried the Thorne legacy and the Sovereign code. I am the sum of the system’s sins!"

"Hm, so the player has overstepped her bounds, leaving her charge to Sloth was a bad idea... What kind of person is Greed?" "I mostly hear about him from nobles wanting to follow him, he is a very talented man, he seems to care about the people in a team from the Southern Guild, and he is also very protective of a Baron's daughter, so if you want to control him... And from the power I've seen and his academic rank, I'd say Greed hasn't fully awakened yet." "I see... Greed has appeared, so there are 7 of us now... Hmm..." "My Queen, are you worried about the Twilight of the Gods?"