Demon King Priest Chapter 87: The Red Legend

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"A curse that even the Cardinals can't solve." Ulysses really understood the mystery of the tragedy that happened here.

The cardinal of the Supreme Theology is a high-ranking clergyman second only to the pope, and even in terms of the attainments of divine arts, there have been many geniuses above the pope.

Every pope in the church, without exception, all comes from the Cardinals. It can be said that becoming a cardinal is an indispensable step to the highest holy seat of the church.

Even with such a strong lineup, it still cannot solve the curse that caused many innocent girls to die here. It can only be said that this unknown curse is too terrible.

"It's hard to say whether it is a curse or not. The girls who committed suicide here come from different regions, different countries, come from different families, and live in different ages. Why do they choose to die here? No one Can't understand." Noah took off her mask, revealing her pretty and delicate face.

This mask used to represent her vows and beliefs, but now what she wants to protect has changed. In front of the people she needs to guard, she no longer needs such disguise and protection.

No matter what Ulysses is staring at, as a knight of the Ana family, she must protect Ulysses from that thing at all costs.

"Ulysses, I will investigate matters related to this place again. Before I investigate clearly, I hope you will not act rashly in any way. It is best to go back to your room and wait for me." Unfolding behind yourself Sword Wing, Noah flew to the depths of the Guanghui Academy at the fastest speed, and a certain room there had all records related to this place.

This time, she will investigate all the records clearly, and she must understand the truth of the curse.

"Well" Needless to say that Noah, Ulysses also knew that this incident was not a trivial matter. If the first time was accidental, but he could feel that gaze three times in a row, which meant that he was really being stared at.

It's unclear what he was staring at, but when he stood on the top of this dilapidated building, Ulysses felt more and more uneasy.

Noah's silver figure crossed the sky like a meteor, disappearing into the depths of the academy. This time, she would use the power of the entire family to investigate the incident related to this roof again.

In the end, what happened here in that long time? Why is it recovering now, she must figure it out.

However, what Noah could not expect is that Ulysses did not leave the roof where many tragedies had taken place as she said, but continued to stay.

Why stay here? Ulysses himself didn't understand, he just sat quietly on the only preserving bench here, watching the sun slowly pass through the sky.

The fourth time, about an hour after Noah left, Ulysses felt that look again.

This time, he endured very, very hard, letting that look look at himself for more than five minutes. Only he himself understood the fear and tension during this period. In order to control his urge to turn around and look at it immediately, he had already exerted his willpower to the limit.

It was there, this time in the north direction, sideways. During these five minutes, Ulysses accurately judged the direction and location of the opponent according to his own physical feelings.

But just when Ulysses tried to observe that position with the corner of his eye, the moment his gaze was about to reach that location, that gaze disappeared again.

It was the same as when it appeared, without warning, leaving no trace, disappearing without a trace in a way that Ulysses could not understand.

The extremely nervous state of "hu" made Ulysses feel more tired than fighting a strong enemy. After finding that his gaze disappeared without a trace, he couldn't help but vomit. In a sigh of relief.

Because of being too nervous, Ulysses' palms were completely wet with sweat, and the sound of his heart beating was like beating a drum.

Sure enough, I still feel scared.

Time continued to pass, and it was dusk unconsciously, in which Ulysses felt that look twice. Unfortunately, like the previous few times, as long as he wants to see, his eyes will disappear immediately, and no trace can be found.

"Are you still looking at me." Ulysses muttered to himself on the empty roof.

He doesn't know if the owner of that gaze is still here, but he feels that the possibility is very high. Because for the next three times, the owner of this gaze was looking at him from a certain position here.

Maybe, at this moment, "it" still exists on the top of this dilapidated building with death legends in a form that he can't understand, but it is only temporarily hidden.

Although no one answered, Ulysses continued to talk to himself. It is not so much asking the owner of the mysterious gaze, it is better to say that he is sorting out his emotions.

"What do you want to tell me?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Why me?"

"If you want to talk to me, it doesn't matter if you come out now. Even if you are a ghost, I won't be afraid."

Yes, Ulysses does not fear creatures like ghosts. In fact, the Book of Devil in his body now hosts a small group of demonic creatures similar to ghosts.

By the way, Ulysses suddenly had a flash of inspiration. After looking around and finding no one, they decisively summoned their direct subordinates.

"Shaji, come out."

"Yeah"

"Ah yo"

"La la"

The cute demon girl whose body is hazy like water mist happily flew out of the book of the devil and began to do sweet affectionate behaviors around Ulysses.

"Look, they are also like ghosts, but they are not scary at all. They are my partners." Ulysses said to the lack of air.

Yes, there is nothing terrible, whether curses, dead souls, or the dead, for him who inherited the power of Demon Lord Astaroth, it can't be something to be afraid of.

He who possesses the Abyssal Conviction and the Blood of the Golden Devil, just like Aiya said, he can no longer be considered a human. If what he looked at was really the souls of the girls who died here, he didn't need to feel fear, just accept it.

This time, Ulysses' words seemed to be effective. Originally dilapidated, the edge of the old building, which seemed to be in disrepair, began to be filled with red mist.

That is the color of blood