Chapter 345 Sacrilege

Claude yanked his dagger from Karl's cadaver and struggled to his feet. His blood-sodden robes clung to his back like a yoke on a bull's neck, heavy with sweat and blood. "Foul scum like you to dream of killing me? You're simply unbelievable." Claude gloated smugly, eyeing Jayce wickedly with the dark-red dagger in his grasp emitting a blood-red glow. Jayce glared at his foe with eyes bloodshot with hatred. He let loose a guttural howl and tried conjuring more wind blades, but only for his efforts to fail. He was just too exhausted. Everyone from all over the world watching the live telecast could see with their own eyes. This battle had inculcated a deeper understanding and insight about the Holy Temple of the Sun. Contrary to their outward appearance, they were not as holy and pure as they purported to be. On the other hand, the Dark Guild was furious with its members burning with hate and anger and screaming to avenge Carl. The loss of two of its ten presbyters