Archbishop Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

The Archbishop is looking at us with his ghastly green eyes. “Are you not too quick to mention gloom on such a happy occasion, Archbishop?” The Empress Regent says, and I can hear the distaste in her voice “Forgive me, Your Majesty.” The Archbishop’s gaze doesn’t move an inch “It’s just that I was hoping to hear a word from the sorcerer hunter himself, to settle the hearts of the people.” What’s this old man’s game? I barely hold back from frowning at him. “If His Majesty the Emperor allows, I shall gladly speak on the matter.” Zen says, sounding regal and calm

His father had warned him years ago that there would come a time in the near future when things would be set in motion. He knew of the prophecy made by the Seer of Shayla. Greer Byrim, the young Fae wizard that had taken up residence in the royal castle of City Of Pearl after Eldridge had taught him and praised him, had often educated him of such matters. Smiling at the thought of his old mentor, he couldn't help but reflect on the old times. Only eleven years older than Theo, the wizard was seasoned by his travels all around Tempest Elysium. Greer had been nomadic for all of his life until he had helped with the shields to be magicked around the City of Pearl. Oh, the tales he used to regal

“Listen, I don’t fully trust you as an individual yet since you have questionable skills. You’re strong; that’s what matters. I don’t know what you want, but I want to ask for your help regarding the third demon prince. If you can kill him and get rid of the miasma, I will be in debt to you. I’m Archer Belgorod, one of the unit captains. If you need something, I can give it to you, but only if you can do us this favor. Can you do it?” I never expected that Archer would openly ask this of me, the Dark Reaper, an individual that he has been suspicious of for the longest time. Getting a favor out of him in this identity isn’t so bad at all, so I wouldn’t even dare say that I was going to get ri

"Looks like this kid needs time to recover." The goddess Persephone smiled as she looked at Aubrey, who was unconscious, "He's been working so hard lately, his strength seems to have run out. Has something happened recently?” The goddess was asking me about Aubrey's problems, but I couldn't concentrate myself. Greedius already has half of Elena's soul, meaning that if he has Aubrey's soul, he has the ability to rise and defeat all the gods. Greedius is a demon of greed, it can satisfy any human desire and if it rules the world, the world will return to a chaotic time when the faith and kindness of Humans disappear, people are willing to kill each other to protect their rights. Really terribl

He leaned against the polished, white-marble island, swiping his hand through the air to interact with the holographic display projected from the countertop. Glowing digital numbers hovered in the warm morning air. Sixteen million credits. It was a sum of money that broke the boundaries of basic comprehension for someone born in the Rust Belt. It wasn't just survival money. It was absolute, undeniable freedom. It was the kind of wealth that allowed a man to buy an entire residential block, hire a private security firm, and never look over his shoulder again. Ren closed out the banking application and opened the Aegis Online global leaderboards. [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO - WRAITH, TANK, JINX.]

"You look like a million-dollar inheritance. Let them stare. It keeps them focused on your face and off the hidden gear." I smoothed my hand over his sleeve, playing the part of the devoted, high-society partner. "Are you sure the Archbishop is even here?" "He's here," Enzo replied smoothly, guiding me through the sea of silk and tailored wool toward the VIP mezzanine. "A man like Archbishop Laurent doesn't miss a humanitarian gala. It's where he collects his blood money under the guise of orphan relief."

“They won't touch you.” “How do you know?” “Because they'll have to go through me.” Subject One stepped beside her. “And me.” Charles joined them. “Me too.” Jonathan swallowed, then stepped forward. “And me.” Architect Prime remained still. Everyone looked at him. He sighed. Then joined them. “I have spent too long obeying bad creators.” Architect Zero looked at Lucas. For a second, his white eyes turned brown. Adrian spoke. “And they'll definitely have to go through me.”

His eyes found me like they were reading measurements on a ledger, not gauging judgment. “You can put the gun down, Damian,” he said. “You won’t need it.” Kai’s recorder clicked on. The red light blinked slowly and steadily between us. Behind her, Elena watched the monitor lines that mapped Adrian’s pulse, respiration, micro-muscle shifts, not one deviation, he wasn’t bluffing. “Start talking,” I told him. I kept my voice low, even. Every word had to count. “You thought the Consortium was the problem,” he began. “They were the mask, The real structure is older—centuries older and they call themselves The Architect.”

He slammed a command, unleashing a shimmer of energy that rippled like heat haze, forcing the Architect’s shadow back. Elaia, still weak, tried to push herself up. Evryn supported her, eyes never leaving the Architect. “Why bring me back?” Elaia rasped. “What’s your endgame?” The Architect stepped forward, hands raising the field. “To perfect the final iteration. You two are only the opening chapter. Unit Zero requires a complete cycle—creation, destruction, rebirth.” He turned to Evryn. “You destroyed a part of me that I needed. She—” he gestured at Elaia, “—kept a flicker of humanity. You consumed it. Now we restart.”