Gospel of Blood

This battle ended before it even began.

In the sky, the “Goddess” dressed in a black divine dress with silver hair flowing freely, stood with a blood moon casting a crimson glow behind her, adding an air of mystery and nobility.

On the ground, the mountain-sized “monster” was imprisoned in a crimson cage, unable to break free despite its struggles.

The Prophet Margo was stunned.

She looked up dumbfounded at the figure in the sky, feeling that the image overlapped with her distant memory of the True Ancestor of Blood.

In her eyes, there was shock, nostalgia, but mostly deep confusion.

However, when her gaze fell on the “monster” with all its severed tentacles and sealed body within the blood-red cage, the confusion was quickly replaced by reverence.

The “monster” that had just ravaged the Sanctuary, capable of easily destroying the entire Harcos Clan, was thoroughly subdued in a single encounter!

A God!

This was the power of a God!

She couldn’t be mistaken…

This was the power of the True Ancestor of Blood, who created the bloodbornes and led them to the pinnacle of the Myria continent!

The True Ancestor has truly returned?

But wasn’t she…

No…

This power, this aura, and this image…

No matter how she looked at it, this was indeed the True Ancestor she remembered from the depths of her memory!

The Prophet Margo’s expression shifted constantly, looking at Charlotte with a mix of joy, hesitation, and uncontrollable anxiety and fear.

That anxiety and fear also came from distant memories, from those buried deep in her consciousness.

However, looking at the “God” in the sky with that pure crimson glow, that noble, beautiful yet solemn face, the fear on her face gradually faded, replaced by a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Especially when she saw Charlotte retracting the Roman Sword and walking down step by step from the sky, bathed in crimson light.

“True… True Ancestor, is… is it really you?”

Feeling the throbbing in her bloodline, Margo couldn’t help but ask.

Charlotte glanced at her, smiled slightly, but didn’t answer.

However, Margo felt a surge of excitement.

She almost knelt down with a thud, trembling as she said,

“Great Bloodborne Progenitor, Supreme True Ancestor, please save those bloodbornes that have been devoured, please save the descendants who have gone astray, please… save Her Majesty the Queen!”

“Her Majesty the Queen has never betrayed you! She has always been following your last oracle, please… save her!”

Hearing Prophet Margo’s words, Charlotte paused slightly.

She glanced thoughtfully at the monster still struggling in the cage, then closed her eyes and extended her right hand again.

Crimson radiance flickered in her hand, and a shadow spread out from her, quickly enveloping the entire cage.

The blood divine power spread, a vast spiritual force that even the Legendary Bloodborne Prophet Margo could feel swept over the “monster”, only to slowly withdraw after a long while.

The Prophet Margo held her breath.

She looked anxiously at Charlotte standing before the cage, uneasily waiting for her response.

The glow faded, and the throbbing in the bloodline also slowly calmed. In the next moment, Margo saw Charlotte slowly open her eyes.

She saw a complex flash in the True Ancestor’s iconic crimson-gold pupils.

“Don’t worry, those blood descendants swallowed by it are still alive, in fact… their condition is even better than I imagined.”

“They haven’t been digested by the monster.”

A soft sigh echoed, and an ethereal voice slowly rang out.

It was the voice of the Divine Queen that Margo knew, but it was more ethereal, more mysterious, with a transcendental majesty.

Charlotte looked at the monster again.

The hideous monster met her gaze, growling uneasily, but soon whimpered under her golden eyes that seemed to see through everything.

The whispers that could drive the bloodborne into a frenzy were gone.

Even the hideous, constantly struggling, and howling faces on the monster’s body had all calmed down at some point.

They closed their eyes as if falling into a deep sleep.

Charlotte raised her hand, divine power gathered in her palm, and the crimson blood divine power spread again, gradually covering the monster’s body.

The monster trembled slightly, then let out a pained roar.

The Prophet Margo’s heart leaped.

However, she quickly perked up, eyes wide with surprise.

In her delighted gaze, under the crimson radiance, the hideous and terrifying massive body of the monster emitted bursts of white smoke as if being corroded, then gradually melted!

The faces on the monster’s body became clearer, one after another, humanoid forms were slowly peeled away.

Under the illumination of the crimson glow, the hideous tumors gradually receded, and those peeled-off humanoid monsters also returned to their original form.

One figure after another was peeled away from the monster’s body, all of them the bloodbornes it had devoured, including some clan members that the Prophet Margo could name.

Watching those bloodbornes being rescued from the monster, their bloodline mutations also “purified”, the Prophet Margo was overjoyed.

She eagerly joined in the rescue effort, carefully moving the saved bloodbornes to a suitable place using her remaining magic power.

Soon, the ground was filled with rescued bloodbornes.

They still had their eyes closed, their breathing weak.

The Prophet Margo carefully checked and found that they were only unconscious from magic exhaustion, her expression growing more and more elated.

Alive!

They’re all alive!

Discovering this, the Prophet Margo’s face was completely replaced by joy.

Looking at the restored clan members, at those familiar faces, her nose twitched, and for a moment, her vision blurred.

She hadn’t expected.

Really hadn’t expected.

Just a moment ago, she thought the entire clan would be destroyed due to her ignorance, but now… they were truly saved!

Thinking of this, the Prophet Margo looked once again at the majestic and awe-inspiring figure in front of the “monster”, her eyes filled with deep reverence and gratitude.

As more and more bloodbornes were liberated from the monster, its massive body also gradually shrank.

Finally, when the last bloodborne was rescued, the monster’s body had shrunk to less than two hundred meters.

But Charlotte did not stop.

The crimson radiance continued to flicker, and another blurry human figure emerged from the “monster.”

When the Prophet saw what it was, she was quickly stunned.

It was a blood fiend.

It was a high-ranking bloodborne who had lost its original sanity over the past millennium, turning into a completely mad monster that even the former Queen had sighed over, saying,

“Even the True Ancestor cannot save this one.”

Among them… there were even Legendary Duke!

A rather absurd thought appeared in the Prophet Margo’s mind…

She widened her eyes, nervously, expectantly, and apprehensively watching the blood fiends being rescued.

Then… she saw those degenerate blood fiends, whom even the bloodborne myths couldn’t do anything about, begin to shed their bloodline mutations!

Sizzling sounds arose, and white smoke emanated from their bodies. The smoke seemed to carry some strange power.

Just looking at it made the Prophet Margo feel her own bloodline throbbing wildly, with a tendency to go berserk.

She was startled, her expression changing dramatically.

She was not unfamiliar with this white mist. It was the culprit that had caused the collective bloodline rampage of the Harcos Clan, something even the Queen couldn’t do anything about, ultimately leading to radical measures to seal the Herself!

The Prophet Margo quickly retracted her probe, but the next moment, she saw the white mist slowly rising and then… all of it entered Charlotte’s body.

“True… True Ancestor?!”

The Prophet Margo was shocked, her whole body tensed up instantly.

But soon, she realized something was wrong.

The strange white mist entered, but the True Ancestor did not mutate like other bloodbornes or even the Queen.

Not only that, the True Ancestor… seemed to show a slight expression of enjoyment.

Wait…

Enjoyment?

The Prophet Margo felt her brain crash for a moment.

However, her attention was quickly diverted.

As the white mist dissipated, the hideous mutations vanished along with it.

The Prophet Margo was pleasantly surprised to discover that the “high-ranking bloodbornes” rescued had also returned to normal!

She suppressed her excitement and quickly checked, finding that their breathing was stable, merely exhausted from magic depletion and asleep.

However, it was not without cost.

Upon closer inspection, she found that although these rescued high-ranking bloodbornes had returned to normal, their power had completely fallen.

They… were no longer counts or dukes.

Their auras, at the lowest, were merely Starry Sky, and at the highest, only Silver Moon.

But that was enough.

The power of bloodbornes came from their bloodline. Although their ranks had fallen, their bloodlines remained!

For other extraordinary beings, once their rank fell, it was difficult to regain their strength, but bloodbornes were different.

Bloodbornes are immortal. As long as there is enough time, they have the chance to recover their power!

Thinking of this, the Prophet Margo became even more excited, her gaze towards Charlotte growing increasingly respectful.

She didn’t know how long it took.

When the last bloodborne was “rescued”, the “monster’s” body had shrunk to the extreme.

“It” had returned to its form when it was in the Queen’s Palace.

On “Its” body, there were still some hideous faces, but… they were not the faces of devoured bloodbornes.

They… were the faces of other Gods, the faces of the “owners” of those Old Gods’ fragments sacrificed in the ritual.

On the ground, all the devoured bloodbornes had been rescued.

One by one, demons of various forms, known for their chaos, evil, and ferocity, walked among the sleeping bloodbornes, cautiously and meticulously caring for them like obedient servants. The scene was quite peculiar.

The Prophet Margo was already numb.

Those were demons summoned at the True Ancestor’s whim.

In front of the True Ancestor, even these beings, who were considered chaotic and evil in the eyes of bloodbornes, behaved like obedient pets.

The Prophet Margo’s expression was complex.

Although she had seen the True Ancestor’s great power in her vague memories from a long, long time ago, witnessing such incredible power at this moment still filled her with heartfelt awe.

And this… also made her more eager for what was to come.

“True Ancestor! The Queen…”

The Prophet Margo looked at the last “monster” and asked apprehensively.

Charlotte closed her eyes and sensed for a moment, falling silent.

“True Ancestor?”

After a long time, the Prophet couldn’t help but respectfully call out again, feeling even more anxious.

Charlotte glanced at her and suddenly asked.

“Margo, you… are Rowena’s divine follower, right?”

The Prophet Margo quickly nodded.

“Yes, True Ancestor, I am the Queen’s divine follower. During the years when the Queen was still the commander of the Harcos Legion, I was always her adjutant!”

After saying this, she hesitated for a moment and cautiously added.

“True Ancestor, when I was following the Queen, I had met you many times…”

“It’s just that, perhaps due to the bloodline curse, I seem to have forgotten a lot.”

Upon hearing this, Charlotte was somewhat surprised and pensive.

She nodded and looked at the “monster” before her again.

“Crimson Queen Rowena’s aura… has been assimilated.”

“Since you were once Rowena’s adjutant, come with me… to meet her.”

Meet… the Queen?

The Prophet Margo was slightly stunned.

Before she could say anything, the crimson mist spread again.

In an instant, the surroundings were enveloped in mist. The Prophet Margo felt her consciousness being swiftly pulled, following the True Ancestor towards the “monster” ahead…

She felt a slight trance and found herself in a strange world.

This was a battlefield filled with blood.

The sky was gray, the earth stained dark red with blood, and as far as the eye could see, there were broken corpses, damaged armor, and broken swords.

Tattered banners were planted on the hillside, vaguely bearing a rose-like symbol.

Looking at the familiar symbol, the Prophet Margo felt a bit dazed.

That… was the banner of the Harcos Legion.

Ancient memories resurfaced, and she seemed to return to the era when she followed the Queen in battles across the land a thousand years ago.

She suddenly realized where she was.

This… was likely the Queen’s mental world!

By the Queen’s grace!

She was actually brought to the Queen’s mental world by the True Ancestor!

Realizing this, the Prophet Margo felt a bit nervous.

But soon, a familiar murmur sounded again…

The Prophet Margo’s heart stirred.

It was the Queen’s voice.

That was the vague voice the Queen used to convey oracles ever since they lost clear communication with her three hundred years ago.

The voice remained consistent over three hundred years, but… here, all interference had disappeared, and the voice lost its bewitching power.

The Prophet Margo finally heard clearly the vague, unclear oracle she had been interpreting as “continue the ascension mission” for the past three hundred years—

“Run… quickly.”