Novel & Cerita Is The Grand Priest Evil

“Good or bad?” “I’m afraid it’s bad.” Damian leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “What is it?” “They’re coming,” the priest said, his voice trembling. Damian’s lips curled into a predatory smile. “Who is coming?” “The Null Wolf,” the priest replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “And she’s not alone.”

"I remember her..." "Hush! Don't speak her name!" The senior priest cut Cilian off. She was someone even the heavens frowned upon. The fact that she could split the heaven's gate with a sword alone spoke volumes about how unconventional she was. Their admiration for her was genuine. If she appeared, they'd all kneel before her teachings. But her constant association with evil beings led to mixed opinions among the Dracotigris Order. Anyone who studied the ancient arcane texts knew the most common comment about her—never borrow power from another being so carelessly as it might be tainted.

They were well-known in the area. At that moment, across from the shop and on top of a skyscraper stood several figures. They seemed to be led by an elderly priest. He had an ethereal appearance but a cold and fierce gaze. "Master, is it true that the revival of spiritual energy is stirring up demonic spirits?" asked a middle-aged man with graying hair and an expensive suit standing behind the priest. He was the chairman of a renowned real estate group in Capital City, accompanied by several of his subordinates.

I want my virtuous partner to be accepted by the people of my kingdom and our great Goddess. "I am sorry but that I cannot do. I am a servant of a righteous Goddess, I cannot pair good and evil to become one." The priest answers in a firm tone. Does he want to claim that Tracy is evil? Isn't that the most ridiculous thing anyone can think? "Tracy has always been a kind, virtuous woman. She may not have immense knowledge about this temple but her heart is pure. She is literally the kindest soul I have ever met." I argue.

“Long before you came, there was a messenger of the heavens that arrived. He spoke about the terrible war that would befall this territory. For generations, the Baron’s family focused on their military might in preparation for the war. Unfortunately, our young master doesn’t believe in the words of the prophet. He opted to study instead and even brought back religion. Thankfully, the priest that the young master brought with him is an excellent healer. That priest is the only reason why our soldiers are wounded but not dead. However, there is only one priest holding out on an army of goblins. The shamans have more tricks up their sleeves than the priest with his divine power.” Healing Venedi

“Didn’t he speak softly to you? He spoke softly to Grandma too, and to every other church member there. You saw it! He even asked about your wellbeing—despite you being a sick psycho trying to crawl into his head, trying to make him spill stories about his life before he became a priest. What kind of person does that? You wanted to know if he played dirty, if he probably fucked half the girls he’s ever met! Is that it? And now you want to know if he still plays dirty… even while being a priest?” Mom gave a psycho little scoff, eyes narrowing. “Exactly! That’s my point! Maybe he has some dirty secrets behind that collar, Mia. Of course you’re not the only girl. What if he’s tried that with ot

Because, while the priest’s words make me want to tear him to pieces as well, we still need more. We need to know about his master. “And what will happen to you,” I say slowly as Roger winds himself back in. “When you are dead. Who will mourn you? This master to whom you’ve sold your life?” “The Master is nothing anymore,” the Priest says, his back almost literally against a wall now, and realizing that he’s out of space, he crouches and begins to prepare again, the fires that have never left his hands burning harder, hotter now. “The Master is gone now – he has his boy, and so our service to him is done. If I die today, it is the will of the Dark God. And I,” he says slowly now, his face li

“If my granddaughter were still here, she would have never let such a thing happen—” A low, dangerous growl rumbled from my throat. “Leave Tia out of this.” “Why should I? Are you feeling guilty now?” the old priestess asked, her voice defiant. “If you had any respect for your dead mate, you wouldn't have had a fling with a third-tier submissive wolf. You have disgraced her legacy and everything she had done for you!” Before I could control myself, I found myself lunging at the pack priestess. Fortunately, the old woman seemed to have anticipated my moves and instantly vanished from the spot before I could even touch her.

The middle-aged man's arm was sore from being pulled by her. Water Dragon also noticed this, subconsciously looking at the evil-warding coin the other person was holding, only to realize that this little priest could perform magic without even chanting a spell! Can this... can an ordinary pastor do this? The last time it saw this kind of person was when it was sealed! The Water Dragon panicked and met Carl's eyes, seeing a warning in his gaze. It didn't dare to be curious about the identity of the young priest anymore. This time the person who offered it really hit the jackpot.

"Who knows? However, I still believe in the Great Elder. He is very powerful and ranked first among the nine elders. Why would he use such a despicable method?" As they discussed, some continued to believe in the Great Elder, while others' opinions began to waver in their hearts. The Great Elder's face darkened, and he could not help but curse in his heart. 'B*tch, she even gets involved to mess with me. Well, you want to play, right? I'll play with you today.' The Great Elder laughed and looked at her closely. "Grace, you conspired with Amie and the Elder Hexa secretly. To deal with me, you even disregarded your sense of shame. You should be ashamed!"