Under The Divine Veil 【bxb】

CHAPTER XI

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ELEVEN

                     "Lord Seraphis!" Atlas instantly went on alert, pulling the hidden dagger in his clothes out, and assumed a combat-ready stance. "Stay behind me," he ordered.

The hooded figure didn't move an inch, seemingly examining us. The dying body of the temple patroller twitched once, twice, and then completely stilled.

I covered my mouth and nose with a hand, trying my best not to gag from the smell of fresh blood.

How did someone even manage to sneak into the Saintess Faction's grand temple, and even manage to murder a god?

Was it even possible to kill a god?

I could only assume gods could only be killed by other gods, but, looking at the hooded figure, he didn't seem to be one at all.

All of the gods and goddesses in the Divine Empire had an oppressive aura, an ethereal, holy-like feeling that emanated from them. However, this man didn't fit any of those requirements— in fact, he seemed to be the embodiment of death himself.

Slowly, he turned towards us, a bloody, inconspicuous sword gripped tightly in his hand. He stepped over the body with complete disregard, and began to approach us.

"Don't come a single step closer!" Atlas threatened, holding the dagger out, but I could see his hands and shoulders visibly trembling.

He was a professional spy, trained under Master Saer for several years, but the sight of the hooded man could even cause him to tremble in fear?

The hooded figure moved so quickly, even his after-image couldn't be seen. In less than half a second, Atlas was pushed towards the body, still bleeding out on the floor, and a long, inconspicuous blade placed into his hand.

The dagger he had originally been holding collapsed to the floor, staining itself with the blood of the patrolling god.

"I'll leave it to you," a cold voice entered our ears, and the figure vanished without a trace.

Before Atlas or I even had the chance to process what happened, another patrolling god turned the corner, and instantly spotted the two of us.

"You..." even the god was lost for words, but panic soon filled his face. "There is a criminal on the temple grounds!"

Atlas glanced down at the bloody sword in his hands, and then back at the body of the patrolling god on the floor. His face morphed into an expression of disbelief, turning to anger, and then incredulity.

Slowly, he let out a sarcastic chuckle, and whispered to me, "that fucker framed me."

I had realized at the same time as Atlas, but I made no attempt to try and prove our innocence to the other patrolling god. It would've been useless, especially since Atlas was holding the literal murder weapon.

I avoided the gaze of the other patrolling god, and willingly raised my hands, "surrendering". Seeing me do so, Atlas followed suit, dropping the dirtied blade to the ground.

The patrol instantly placed shackles around our wrists and ankles, eyeing Atlas with a mixture of both fear and disbelief. His terminal's panel was projected into the air, and he scrambled to report what had just happened.