Gospel of Blood

The grotesque tentacles wrapped around the bloodbornes in the Sanctuary, and the eerie whispers echoed through the entire hidden dimension.

These whispers were like deadly poison, causing all who heard them to experience excruciating pain and signs of blood frenzy.

In an instant, the Harcos Clan’s Sanctuary descended into chaos.

The roars of bloodbornes who had lost their minds and transformed into fallen blood fiends; the wails of those still struggling, maintaining some semblance of clarity; the terrified screams of bloodbornes being grabbed and dragged towards the “monster” by the tentacles…

Various sounds interwove, and scenes of chaos unfolded everywhere in the Sanctuary, turning the hidden dimension into a “purgatory.”

The Prophet Margo stared blankly at the uncontrollable monster and the chaotic Sanctuary.

Her body trembled slightly, her vaguely recognizable human face filled with shock and bewilderment.

When she saw the Harcos bloodbornes unable to control their rampaging bloodlines, one after another being devoured by the “monster”, her shock and bewilderment turned to anger and sorrow.

“Stop! You blasphemous monster! You fiend that usurps my Lord’s sacred body!”

She roared and bellowed, swallowing a piece of magic crystal, forcibly channeling her magic again, and swung her staff at the “monster.”

Legendary power erupted, and powerful magic infused into the staff, activating the stored forbidden spell within, releasing a terrifying annihilation spell.

This was the most powerful magic in Prophet Margo’s arsenal, potent enough to instantly kill a Legendary and obliterate any target it hit.

The black beam shot towards the monster, striking its body.

However, when the black light faded, the only change on the monster’s body was a few charred marks.

“This… impossible!”

The Prophet Margo’s eyes widened.

The screams continued, more and more bloodbornes losing control, and the grotesque tentacles danced in the air, each leap capturing and devouring another bloodbornes…

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and roars of anger echoed from the depths of the castle complex.

The Prophet Margo saw the bloodborne warriors guarding the underground charging out of the subterranean temple.

They too were exhibiting mutations but still maintained the flickering glow of the magical formation on their bodies.

They formed the most formidable combat formation of the Harcos Clan, shouting “Protect the Queen’s Palace! Protect Her Majesty the Queen!” as they charged towards the monster that had destroyed the Queen’s Palace.

“No! Don’t come over!”

The Prophet’s expression changed, and she quickly shouted.

But… it was too late.

The bloodborne warriors charged at the “monster”, but before they could reach it, their mutations rapidly worsened under the monster’s soft whispers.

In an instant, the barely maintained magical formation collapsed, and the leading bloodborne warriors transformed into uncontrollable monsters, fighting against the remaining bloodborne warriors.

The grotesque tentacles, like beasts smelling blood, wrapped around them, and in no time, the remaining counts and viscounts of the Harcos Clan were devoured by the “monster.”

“No…!”

The Prophet Margo looked desperate.

Roar!!!

A series of frenzied roars followed.

The ground shook, and countless demonic creatures surged from the underground like a tide.

They seemed to be summoned, charging towards the “monster” above the Queen’s Palace.

Among these demonic creatures were fallen bloodbornes turned into blood fiends, some still wearing tattered noble attire, their auras chaotic yet powerful, evidently fallen counts and dukes.

They rushed towards the “monster” that summoned them like moths to a flame, willingly being devoured by it, disappearing into its grotesque maw…

New faces appeared on the gigantic “meat mountain”, and the “monster’s” body and aura further expanded, and swelled…

Watching the rapidly expanding terrifying mountain-like figure, the Prophet Margo’s lips quivered, seemingly losing her will to fight, collapsing to the ground.

The sound of glass shattering echoed from the sky, web-like cracks spread across the sky, and then… shattered.

Dots of light scattered, and the barrier enveloping the Sanctuary completely collapsed.

Evidently… the bloodbornes maintaining the barrier had also gone mad.

With the barrier gone, the “monster’s” aura, no longer suppressed, further surged.

Dark radiance rapidly spread across its body, emanating a despairing pressure.

Chaos, evil, vastness…

That was the unrestrained power of a fallen myth!

At this moment, the monster’s power broke through the mortal limits, reaching a mythical level!

The Prophet Margo stared blankly at the tentacles flying towards her, let out a bitter laugh, and closed her eyes in despair and pain.

The foul and evil aura approached.

However, the anticipated attack never came.

Instead, there was an explosion of “pure” magic and an angry roar from the “monster.”

The Prophet Margo trembled slightly.

She instinctively opened her eyes and was stunned.

At some point, Charlotte was already standing in front of her. She wore a valiant enchanted female battle dress, wielding the glowing Roman Sword. Her form was solid, her golden hair flying, evidently no longer a projection.

And beneath her feet was a segment of a severed, still squirming tentacle, rapidly disintegrating.

She turned her head slightly, meeting the Prophet’s eyes, her golden-red pupils showing a hint of disappointment.

“Prophet, are you… giving up?”

Her voice was still clear and melodious.

But it carried an authority that belied her youthful appearance.

Moreover, her voice seemed to hold a peculiar power. Although it was a reprimand, when it echoed in the Prophet Margo’s heart, it felt like a resounding bell.

The Prophet Margo felt the whispers that lured her to “fall” quickly dissipate, even her rampaging bloodline seemed to calm down.

Watching Charlotte, unperturbed by the “monster”, the Prophet Margo vaguely realized something, grasping at this lifeline, and pleaded.

“Charlotte… Your Majesty, no, Holy Envoy!”

“Please save the Harcos Clan! Please save our blood clan who haven’t completely fallen yet!”

“The ritual isn’t over, there’s one last step! If… if it’s you, maybe you can suppress it!”

“The Holy Court, the God of Judgement, it doesn’t matter who your Lord is. As long as you save our clan from this disaster, I’ll persuade the surviving bloodbornes to submit to your Lord!”

Upon hearing the words of Prophet Margo, Charlotte’s expression became inscrutable.

“Oh? Lady Margo, it sounds like you intend to abandon the faith of the ‘Crimson Queen’, don’t you?”

The Prophet Margo’s expression turned sorrowful. She glanced at the increasingly monstrous creature, closed her eyes in pain, and forced a bitter smile.

“Her Majesty the Queen… has already fallen.”

“I should have told myself when her divine messages began to grow unclear three hundred years ago that Her Majesty the Queen… was already in trouble.”

“Her Majesty couldn’t overcome the darkness within her heart, she ceased to be herself a long time ago.”

“It is my fault, all of it. She warned me before attempting to ascend to true Godhood, that if she changed, I should sever ties with her, lead our people away from the Sanctuary, and find a new place of refuge.”

“But in the end, I couldn’t accept her transformation…”

“I was deceiving myself, clinging to the hope that I could continue the ritual and revive the true Her Majesty the Queen…”

“I was too ignorant, and too arrogant.”

Charlotte sighed.

“I never imagined there was such a backstory…”

“In that case, indeed, you were too arrogant. Disobeying the divine decrees led to the decline of the Harcos Clan.”

With that, Charlotte extended her hand and gently patted the Prophet Margo’s shoulder, calmly saying,

“Prophet, remember what you’ve said today.”

A gentle force flowed into the Prophet Margo’s body through her shoulder.

She was astonished to find that the chaotic power within her bloodline, which had been spiraling out of control, began to calm down as if responding to a higher command.

Moreover, her transformed body began to revert, with the tentacles receding into normal arms, and the blisters on her skin disappearing.

“This… this power is…!”

She looked at Charlotte in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

Charlotte had already turned back towards the towering monster. Crimson light emanated from her, and a faint aura of authority began to rise from her body, growing stronger with each step.

She walked forward, her figure growing with each step, her hair extending with each pace…

Gradually, her golden hair turned into a magnificent silver, her petite frame becoming graceful and noble. Her elven enchanted armor transformed into a divine black robe adorned with thorns and roses.

An ethereal voice carried by the wind resonated in the Prophet Margo’s mind, both melodic and commanding.

“Let me clarify something—”

“I never said I was an envoy of the Holy Court.”

With those words, Charlotte lightly raised the Roman Sword in her hand. Golden light shimmered in her eyes, and her body radiated brilliance, her aura escalating further.

The next moment, an ethereal and indifferent voice echoed across the distorted space.

“Domain of Blood—Activate!”

Dazzling light erupted, and a crimson beam shot skyward from the Roman Sword.

Powerful divine might spread out from Charlotte like a surging tsunami, accompanied by a mysterious crimson mist. The mist spread, dyeing the dark red world with a vibrant luster, as if washed in blood.

The Prophet Margo watched the majestic figure in the sky, felt the joy of her bloodline, and ancient memories began to stir in her consciousness.

Under the irresistible divine might, she struggled to lift her head, staring incredulously at the “Goddess” in the sky. Her voice trembled.

“The Domain of Blood, the Power of the Progenitor…”

“How is this possible?!”

“You… no, You are…!”

The wild wind blew Charlotte’s silver hair, burying the Prophet Margo’s disbelieving exclamations in the breeze. Charlotte stood in midair, holding the Roman Sword, divine power surging through her, looking down at the monstrous creature.

Having devoured countless blood fiends and bloodbornes, the creature had grown even larger, surpassing the mountains of the hidden dimension.

Its tentacles thrashed about, destroying the castles of the Harcos Sanctuary, reducing everything before it to mere toys.

Charlotte’s gaze remained calm and steady. Radiating divine light, she appeared ethereal and mysterious.

“Roar—!”

On the ground, the monstrous creature roared uneasily, sending all its tentacles skyward toward Charlotte.

Charlotte remained composed. She gently lifted the Roman Sword, the blade enveloped in divine power, emitting a joyful hum.

With a single stroke, she unleashed a crimson blade of light.

In an instant, a brilliant crimson line streaked across the world, expanding like thunder, splitting the sky, transforming into a crimson beam that pierced the earth, slicing through distant mountains, and bisecting the Harcos castle complex, leaving a hundred-meter-wide, bottomless chasm…One stroke.

With just one stroke, all the creature’s hundreds of tentacles were severed, with crimson flames burning at the cut ends.

“Roar…!”

The creature let out a pained roar, a hint of human-like fear appearing on its monstrous face. It began to retreat, attempting to move away from Charlotte.

“Heh, trying to escape?”

Charlotte sneered.

She pressed down with her left hand, and crimson divine power erupted from her, spreading through the sky, and forming a crimson cage that trapped the creature.

Golden-red chains materialized, flying towards the creature from all directions, binding it completely.

“Roar…!”

The creature let out another uneasy roar but was unable to break free.

Charlotte looked down at the creature, shaking her head slightly, disappointed.

“Forcibly amalgamated power is still just forcibly amalgamated power.”

“Compared to the God of Abomination and Deformity, Alador, you… are still too weak.”

“Spit out all those you have devoured.”