Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 123: -111- is that Evil God!

Chapter 123: -111- is that Evil God!

In the Drunk Dream Saloon,

Nobles wearing masks and lavish garments continued indulging in a crazy, fallen, decadent, and dark party.

Music, sinister laughs, whippings, and curses mixed with moans, screams, weeping, and begging for mercy.

However, just as the nobles were engrossed in their beast-like debauchery, the crystal chandeliers in the hall suddenly flickered, and a blood-red fog surged rapidly from the cracks in the floor...

Along with sharp, hateful wails, countless twisted resentful spirits flooded into the hall and rushed towards the well-dressed nobles!

The reveling nobles had no time to react before the hideous resentful spirits swarmed them, gnawing at their blood and flesh, and souls.

Screams immediately rang out in the hall, and the Drunk Dream Saloon quickly plunged into chaos.

"What is this?! What are these things?!"

"Aaah! My hand... my hand...!"

"Evil spirits! They are deceit demons, evil spirits!"

"Don’t come closer! Don’t come here!"

"Ahh—!"

The resentful spirits roamed everywhere, taking revenge on the nobles in the hall.

Thousands of revenants attacked simultaneously, and the unprepared nobles couldn’t resist. Those without transcendent power or who hadn’t entered the tier were quickly torn to shreds...

However, upon closer observation, one would notice that these attacks by the revenants were not without pattern.

Though equally gripped by fear, the girls locked in cages and the women playing music were not targeted by the attacks.

Their goal... was only the nobles present.

"Get away! You filthy things!"

Some of the more powerful attending nobles quickly regained their composure.

Disregarding their clothes, they took up arms to fight the resentful spirits, but their retaliation spurred even greater fury among them, instantly overwhelmed by the countless spirits.

"Aaaah!"

Along with blood-curdling screams, a powerful noble, nearly reaching the power of the Second Tier Silver Moon, was devoured into shreds by hundreds of resentful spirits...

Witnessing the estate transformed into a hell on earth in an instant, Jordan, the son of Count Gaston and the auctioneer of this event, was stunned.

He exclaimed, his face filled with horror, legs going weak.

Biting his lip, he scrambled and crawled toward the exit of the hall, but soon felt something grab his ankle...

Jordan trembled slightly, stiffly turned his head, and saw an empty-eyed female corpse crawling on the ground, her sharp nails embedded in his blood and flesh, her pitch-black eye sockets, streaming with blood tears, staring straight into his eyes, her voice hoarse and terrifying:

"Jor... dan..."

Jordan immediately widened his eyes.

He recognized her; she was the commoner girl whose eyes he had gouged out at his first visit to the Drunk Dream Saloon because he loathed the purity in her gaze...

Caught by the ankle, more resentful spirits crawled towards him.

And when he saw, through the black fog of the spirits, those twisted faces beneath, recognized the familiar faces of the girls, he finally understood what had happened:

"They... They are them...!"

"They have come back to life! They have come for revenge!"

"Don’t... Don’t! I... I was wrong...! I was wrong!"

Jordan fell to the ground, soiling himself, tears and snot streaming down.

He watched the approaching resentful spirits in terror, begging for mercy.

But no one listened to him.

The resentful spirits swarmed him, drowning him in darkness.

"Ahh...!"

He let out one final, pitiful scream before quickly... falling completely silent.

...

Dungeon library.

The Magic Pool was destroyed by Sebastian, and the Tulip Count, who had completely lost his transcendent power, looked deathly pale.

He watched the motionless Blood Servant at the door warily, all the while enduring the severe pain from the destruction of the Magic Pool, slowly cutting the rope behind him with a small knife he had hidden.

However, when he had reached halfway, he faintly heard screams coming from above.

Pausing momentarily, he quickly lowered his head and started to untie the ropes on his body even faster.

Just as Tulip was about to succeed, black mist gradually spread in the library, and one after another, resentful spirits slowly emerged from the ceiling, walls, and door cracks...

More and more resentful spirits gathered...

By the time Tulip Count finally regained his freedom, the entire library was already nearly filled with the aura of death.

The joy of regaining freedom had not yet arisen when Tulip Count, raising his head, laid eyes upon those figures shrouded in black mist, their twisted, horrifying silhouettes.

Gazing at the distorted faces of the "girls," his expression froze on his face.

Struggling to crack a smile, he murmured hoarsely,

"So... this is how it is."

The next second, the resentful spirits howled in unison and swarmed him, engulfing him completely...

...

Tonight was destined to be another sleepless night in Bold City.

As waves of boundless resentment erupted, nearly every Transcendent within Bold City sensed something, their gaze turning toward the junction of the Outer City District and the western district.

Among them, Mages and the Clergy of the Church were the most deeply affected.

To their perception, that astounding resentment surged like an erupting volcano, nearly blotting out the sky...

As for the estate where the Drunk Dream Saloon was located, it was entirely consumed by the black aura of malevolence.

On the ground, Demon Hunting Knights who had noticed the problem were already in action, racing to the site of the resentment’s outbreak as quickly as possible.

However, some were faster.

From the eastern district, potent presences rose both from the direction of the Grand Cathedral and the Duke Mansion.

In the night, two shooting stars took flight, rapidly heading toward the source of the disturbance.

It was Great Priest Linus and Bold Duke Andre.

"Who is this Necromancer daring to summon the Undead within the borders of Bold City?!"

The speedier Great Priest was shocked and outraged.

He was truly furious.

He was in the middle of preparing for the Chief Priest election!

The death of the Great Knight could momentarily be set aside; that was a power that surpassed the Blazing Sun.

If he played his cards right, even if the resurgence of the Evil God was uncovered, they might not necessarily blame him.

But if at this time, an Undead Disaster like the one in Bold City broke out, his dream of becoming Chief Priest would be in serious jeopardy.

The Great Priest, both anxious and angry, wished he could instantly arrive at the scene to flay the disruptive Necromancer alive.

However, as he gradually drew closer to the site of the eruption of resentment, he quickly fell into a state of shock and disbelief.

Wait a minute...

This direction...

Could it be... the Drunk Dream Saloon?!

The Great Priest had not been without disguises when attending the salon.

As the protector of the Drunk Dream Saloon, he was of course aware of the Blood Demon Sect’s influence within it.

Instantly, the Great Priest’s expression shifted.

An Undead Disaster would be one thing.

If the secrets of the Drunk Dream Saloon were exposed because of this, if his relationship with the Drunk Dream Saloon became public, then his dream of becoming Chief Priest would truly be shattered!

He must act quickly...

Absolutely quickly!

He had to eliminate this deranged Necromancer before anyone else did, and then utterly destroy the secrets of the Drunk Dream Saloon!

Feeling the presence from the Duke Mansion drawing ever nearer, the Great Priest took a deep breath and sped even faster toward the site of the incident.

Yet, upon arriving at the scene, he slammed to an abrupt halt, staring at the estate from which resentment billowed with a look of bewilderment and doubt.

As a member of the Clergy, he could see far more than the ordinary Transcendent...

Amid that towering resentment, he sensed a familiar presence.

That presence was ancient, profound, dark.

It made him shiver, and filled him with dread.

It was the Evil God’s aura he had sensed from the destroyed Holy Emblem of the Great Knight Ed!

Swallowing hard, the Great Priest trembled as he activated his Faith’s Eye, which allowed him to behold the force of a deity.

And then, he saw the dazzling crimson glow within the black malicious aura, like the Blood Moon hanging high!

The Evil God!

The cause of this Undead Disaster... was that descended Evil God!

That Evil God, now within the estate of the Drunk Dream Saloon!

Upon realizing the true culprit behind the Undead Disaster, the complexion of the Great Priest turned deathly pale.

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