Gospel of Blood

After hearing Charlotte’s suggestion, the Prophet Margo frowned slightly.

The Divine Queen was right, she indeed had no way to deal with her.

Although she was certain that the other party wouldn’t appear just to “watch the ritual”, since even Her Majesty the Queen hadn’t stopped the “intrusion”, she seemed to have no reason to oppose it either.

After all, she was a third-generation bloodborne who had lived for over a thousand years.

Even though she hadn’t known the Divine Queen for long, her many years of experience allowed her to roughly judge that this young ruler did not seem particularly enthusiastic about “conversing.”

But at this moment, the other party seemed to have opened a conversation box, talking non-stop with her.

It was obvious she was stalling for time.

‘She probably isn’t prepared either. The ritual has been exposed, and the reality of the clan can no longer be concealed. Maybe… I should really seize the time and start the ritual immediately.’

‘Besides trusting Her Majesty the Queen, I… actually have no other choice.’

The Prophet Margo sighed inwardly, and her complex gaze gradually became firm.

She took a deep look at Charlotte, snorted coldly, and then looked at the mass of flesh on the throne again, bowing slightly.

“Your Majesty, please forgive your humble servant’s offense…”

The dark red magic surged once more, and a complex and mysterious magic circle slowly emerged behind the Prophet Margo.

Soon, a domain barrier formed by magic centered around Margo, covering most of the temple.

The dark red halo flickered slightly, and the entire barrier was coated with a deep and heavy layer.

This was Margo’s Legendary domain.

At this moment, the Prophet of the Harcos Clan had directly unfolded her Legendary domain, releasing a Legendary-level magic barrier to protect the prepared ritual.

“Lady Margo, covering such a large ritual with a Legendary domain, do you know what it means for you if the ritual fails?”

Seeing the magic enveloping most of the temple, Charlotte frowned slightly and kindly reminded her.

The Prophet Margo did not answer.

She certainly knew what the consequences would be.

A Legendary domain is the sublimation and extension of the soul’s power, an advanced power of the spiritual force field, and the strongest means of a Legendary extraordinary being.

Enveloping such a large ascension ritual with a Legendary domain was inherently quite a risky approach.

Under the dual pressure of divine power and magic, the owner of the Legendary domain might have their domain collapse at any time or even fall in rank.

Not to mention the terrible price of possible soul collapse if the ritual failed.

But the Prophet Margo did not stop.

She was the favored one of the Crimson Queen and also the protector of the Crimson Queen.

Her Majesty was at the most critical moment, and she had to step forward to clear all obstacles for her.

This Legendary domain was not only to enhance the effect of the ritual but also to guard against the Divine Queen nearby.

Yes, she couldn’t drive the other party away.

But not being able to drive her away didn’t mean completely giving up.

At least… she could provide the best protection, further isolating the power invading the temple.

She could also use her domain’s power to provide the final assistance for Her Majesty’s ritual.

Charlotte quickly realized the intention of the Prophet Margo.

She sighed softly, conjuring an illusory chair beneath her, and sat down directly.

As if… she really intended to watch the ritual.

The Prophet Margo kept an eye on Charlotte’s actions.

Seeing that the other party did not make any further moves, she breathed a slight sigh of relief and then focused more on the ritual before her.

Her expression became solemn as she began to chant ancient and awkward Elvish spells.

The rhythmic chanting echoed in the temple, and the magical language created waves of illusions, enveloping the entire altar.

The blood-red magic array on the altar suddenly lit up, and an ancient aura slowly rose.

The various offerings on the altar floated up one by one and then all flew towards the mass of flesh on the throne.

The mass of flesh wriggled slightly, and the tumor below the blurry human face opened to the sides, revealing a huge mouth.

One tentacle-like flesh tendril after another rose from below the throne, catching all the flying offerings and sending them into the hideous blood mouth.

Soon, the offerings on the altar were all devoured by the “mass of flesh.”

The ancient aura of the offerings disappeared.

Instead, the flesh mass emitted a deeper, more vast, and chaotic aura.

The dark red glow took on a layer of depth, and the “heartbeat” of the mass of flesh became faster and faster.

Finally… it seemed to reach a certain critical point, and the drum-like heartbeat suddenly stopped.

It felt like an instant, yet also like a long time had passed.

The dark red glow suddenly retracted, and the dark shadow spread from the throne, and the heartbeat of the mass of flesh sounded once again.

Thump…

More powerful than before, and deeper than before.

Thump…

It resonated not only in the temple but also in the heart of the Prophet Margo.

With each heartbeat, margo felt as if her own heart had merged with it.

And with each heartbeat, the mass of flesh on the throne contracted once.

Thump…

Thump…

The heartbeat grew stronger, and the mass of flesh on the throne shrank in size.

Soon, the once massive “mountain of flesh” had shrunk into a flesh ball with a radius of less than a meter.

Thump…

After another powerful heartbeat, a strong suction suddenly emanated from the flesh ball, and in an instant, the magic in the temple surged toward the flesh ball like a tide.

The Prophet Margo felt her magic being rapidly drained. Instead of being frightened, she was delighted and quickly cooperated by channeling her magic into the flesh ball, soon depleting all her magic.

But the flesh ball’s “hunger” for magic did not stop.

The dark shadow continued to spread, and more and more magic poured into the flesh ball.

Soon, the coverage expanded from the temple to the entire Queen’s Palace, then further to the entire Harcos Sanctuary.

In the excited gaze of the Prophet Margo and the surprised eyes of Charlotte, the flesh ball further contracted and transformed.

Gradually, it outlined thighs, then a waist, arms, and eventually…

The hideous blood vessels gradually receded, and soon… the flesh ball transformed into a beautiful woman.

She had long dark red hair, her eyes were closed, and her skin was as white as snow.

Faint deep glows surrounded her, giving her an otherworldly mystery and transcendence.

This… this is…

Sensing the bloodline agitation in the void, Charlotte’s gaze sharpened.

“Your Majesty…”

The Prophet Margo was overjoyed.

Seeing that familiar face and feeling the far more ancient and vast pressure than before, her expression became fanatical and excited, with tears glistening in her eyes.

She trembled as she knelt down, spreading her arms wide, crying and laughing.

“Your Majesty the Queen! My Queen!”

“Hahaha, Your Majesty Charlotte, did you see that? The Queen has succeeded!”

The Prophet Margo’s face was filled with reverence and joy. She laughed heartily, looking at the observing Charlotte with excitement and a hint of provocation.

Charlotte had already stood up from her “seat.”

As she looked at the Crimson Queen on the throne, her brows gradually furrowed, and her expression quickly became serious.

“Prophet, retract your Legendary domain and step back.”

Her expression was solemn.

“Step back?”

The Prophet Margo was momentarily stunned.

She frowned slightly, displeased.

“Your Majesty Charlotte, what are you talking about?”

“The Queen is about to succeed. Our Harcos Clan will birth a true God. At this moment of glory, do you still cling to your misguided beliefs?”

Charlotte gave her an inexplicable look, shook her head, and said with pity.

“Prophet, you’ve already been affected. Look in a mirror and see what you’ve become.”

With that, a mirror formed of magical energy appeared in her hand.

The Prophet Margo instinctively looked into it, and when she saw her reflection, she froze.

In the “mirror”, it wasn’t her familiar self.

It was a humanoid monster, covered in tumors, corrupted by dark power.

The Prophet Margo instinctively looked down at her hands, which were no longer her familiar aged palms but two tentacles covered in veins and pustules.

“I… what is this…”

Her eyes widened in shock.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Prophet Margo’s expression changed drastically, and she quickly looked toward the throne.

Seeing the woman on the throne still appeared to be the Crimson Queen she knew, she relaxed slightly and sighed in relief.

“It seems… I cannot hold on until Her Majesty fully awakens.”

“But it doesn’t matter. My task is complete. Her Majesty… has succeeded.”

“Oh? Do you really believe that this is the Crimson Queen Rowena?”

Charlotte suddenly said.

The Prophet Margo was stunned.

She frowned, about to speak, but then she felt a chilling pressure awaken from the throne.

The “Crimson Queen”, with her eyes closed, fluttered her eyelashes and then… opened her eyes.

“Your Majesty the Queen!”

The Prophet Margo was overjoyed.

She immediately knelt down, her monstrous face full of fervor, but as she looked at the “Crimson Queen”, she was momentarily stunned.

The “Crimson Queen” had opened her eyes.

But they were not the familiar, wise, and courageous crimson eyes that the Prophet Margo knew.

They were entirely black.

No pupils, no whites, just deep, dark voids within the eye sockets.

That blackness was as deep as an abyss, making one shudder as if some unspeakably terrifying existence lay within…

“Your… Majesty?”

The Prophet Margo was momentarily dazed.

The next moment, she saw the “Crimson Queen” rise from the throne.

An eerie glow spread around her.

As the glow spread, the throne, the altar, and the ground were all corroded and melted, and the black-red fluid flowed and began to pulse, growing hideous flesh sprouts.

Those flesh sprouts quivered and soon transformed into anguished faces: human, elf, and other intelligent species…

They struggled and howled, reaching out to the “Crimson Queen”, only to be dissolved by the dark glow surrounding her.

Seeing the crimson rose holy symbol corroding and dissolving in the dark glow, Prophet Margo’s eyes widened in shock.

“The divine symbol… my Lord’s divine symbol is being corrupted!”

“You… are not Her Majesty the Queen!”

The “Crimson Queen” did not respond.

She didn’t even glance at the Prophet, her pitch-black eye sockets locked onto Charlotte.

She slowly raised her right hand, reaching toward Charlotte.

Without speaking, a bizarre, hoarse voice echoed in the Prophet Margo’s mind.

“Power…”

“My… power…”

It was a voice the Prophet Margo had never heard before, indeterminate in gender.

Black-red fluid surged, forming hideous tentacles behind the “Crimson Queen”, which then shot toward Charlotte.

Charlotte remained calm and motionless.

The hideous tentacles approached in an instant, but as they entered a three-meter radius of Charlotte, they were severed as if by an invisible blade.

The black-red fluid scattered, and the remaining tentacles instinctively recoiled.

At the severed ends of the tentacles, crimson flames burned incessantly, like a relentless poison.

The “Crimson Queen Rowena” shuddered slightly.

“Power…”

“My… power…”

The eerie voice echoed again, this time tinged with anger.

The “Crimson Queen Rowena” opened her mouth, her lips stretching to her ears, and let out a piercing scream.

The eerie glow burst forth once more, and her aura surged.

The black-red fluid around her rushed towards her body, which began to swell and sprout tumors.

The ground trembled slightly, and the “Crimson Queen” grew taller, quickly reaching the limits of the temple.

“Power…”

“I need power…”

Cracks spread across the temple walls, and in the next moment, the temple collapsed.

A terrifying burst of magic surged, and the “Crimson Queen Rowena’s” form grew larger and larger.

Tumors swelled like bubbles, forming countless anguished faces that howled in agony.

In the Prophet Margo’s dazed gaze, the “Crimson Queen” transformed into a mountainous mass of flesh, nearly a hundred meters tall, made up of countless anguished faces, with the upper half of the “Crimson Queen” at the peak.

“Power…”

“Give me… power…”

The eerie voice echoed again.

This time, not just the Prophet, but every bloodborne within the Harcos Sanctuary heard the voice filled with longing and madness in their hearts.

At this moment, every bloodborne who heard the eerie voice trembled, their bloodlines agitated, faces contorted in pain, and veins writhing under their skin.

One hideous tentacle after another grew from the monster’s body, then shot out in all directions, targeting the bloodbornes within the Sanctuary!