Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 131: -119- Divine Descent

Chapter 131: -119- Divine Descent

This scene unfolded so unexpectedly.

As the High Priest thrust the dagger into his heart, the altar in the entire Divine Hall seemed to come to life, suddenly blooming with a scarlet glow.

The bodies of the Blood Demon Cultists on the ground rapidly aged and withered, eventually turning to flying ash, while the controlled Blood Servants let out screams, bursting into clouds of blood mist...

Above the altar, the hideous eyeball suddenly erupted with profound darkness, and a trace of ancient and vicarious aura slowly rose above it.

Looking at the surprised girl, the High Priest strained to produce a smile:

"Cough cough cough... Your Majesty..."

"You wanted to stop the coming of our lord... but alas, you are about to fail."

"From the moment you killed our kin... the ritual had already begun."

"Our lord will remember you, no matter which Majesty you are, you will not escape our lord’s gaze, even if you destroy this ritual, you will be marked by our lord!"

The High Priest’s expression was fervent.

Although his complexion became paler and his breath was weakening, his gaze grew brighter.

He knew that the Divine Descent ritual he had been planning for many years was likely to fail.

The intervention of this strange deity before him would surely prevent him from completing the ritual.

But what of it?

The ritual had already begun, and the gaze of the Blood Demon Duke had already been cast down.

Even if the ritual were to fail, upon sensing the presence of a resurgent deity, the mighty deities themselves would use their powers to forcibly help the believers complete the remaining ritual, achieving Divine Descent!

The reason was simple, a resurging deity meant so much...

Perhaps for most mortals and Transcendents, deities symbolize grandeur, authority, and the true rulers of the world...

But as a Cultist, as an Upper Priest of the Blood Demon Church, as a long-lived member of the Bloodline, he knew much more about the mysteries of deities.

When a deity is resurrected, they are at their weakest and have the most fragile control over their powers.

For madmen with ambitions, this is the best chance to slay a deity and seize its divine power.

And for those mythical beings who overlook humanity, these resurging kindred are a tremendous tonic!

No mythical being would refuse to strike down a freshly resurrected deity...

To seize Their divine power, absorb Their authority, obtain Their strength!

Especially for the Blood Demon Duke who wished to advance further and achieve the position of True God!

Clearly, this resurging deity before him had yet to fully master their powers, likely still searching for their memory.

If They knew what was best, They would realize that as a resurgent deity, the last place They should appear is before the Divine Descent ritual of a Mythical being!

Death is not the end for Believers...

The High Priest knew that even if he had to sacrifice his life to forcibly perform the ritual, once he pleased the deity, he would surely be rewarded in the future and be reawakened!

The scarlet brilliance blossomed on the altar, converging above it into an increasingly terrifying presence.

Feeling that heart-palpitating aura, the High Priest couldn’t help but laugh.

Now, even if this Evil God attempted to destroy the altar, it was already too late.

However, when the High Priest turned to look at the girl, he was suddenly taken aback.

This Evil God girl had not stopped his actions.

Not only that, but this mysterious deity had somehow produced a chair, crossed her legs, and sat upon it.

The Flame Elf Sebastian stood behind her respectfully, holding a crystal milk jug, while the girl leaned back in her chair, gracefully holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, and sipped at it contentedly.

She sat there, by no means frightened by the increasingly terrifying aura from the altar, but instead, she watched the blood flow towards the altar with relish as if seated in a theater enjoying a play.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Go on then, continue the ritual, I have yet to witness what a Blood Demon Church’s Divine Descent ritual looks like!"

Charlotte sipped her milk lightly and smiled faintly at the High Priest who was looking at her.

The High Priest was completely stunned upon hearing the girl’s words.

For a moment, he even felt bewildered, not sure whether the resurrected deity before him had a broken mind or if he was experiencing an illusion...

Why?

Why had the Evil God not stopped him from carrying out the Divine Descent ritual?

Did She not know that once he summoned the incarnation of the Blood Demon Duke, only downfall awaited Her?

Or did She arrogantly believe that with Her newly regained strength, She could confront the great Blood Demon Duke?

The High Priest was filled with doubts and suddenly felt a sense of unease and wariness.

He felt as if he had overlooked something...

But he no longer had time to hesitate.

Once the ritual began, it could not be stopped.

To forcibly perform the ritual, he had made himself and all the believers into offerings.

Feeling his strength fading away and his consciousness blurring, he gritted his teeth and roared out the final prayer:

"O Sovereign who wanders between the Abyss and the mortal world,"

"Incarnation of the Fallen and decay,"

"Savior of the Descendants of Blood..."

"Great Blood Demon Duke—Yabaton!"

"Your humble servant offers you the power of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness forges the Holy Body,"

"Despair coalesces the holy soul!"

"May Your will walk upon the earth... as in the Demon Abyss!"

As the High Priest howled, the altar’s light burst forth.

A dazzling column of light shot into the sky, and a breath of ancient and majestic presence slowly converged within the Divine Hall, as if some terrifyingly awe-inspiring mysterious existence cast down its gaze.

It had come!

The gaze of our Lord had come!

Feeling the frightful power converging within the Divine Hall, the High Priest’s expression was one of excitement, and his pale complexion gained a hint of rosiness.

A crimson mist exploded above the altar, engulfing everything instantaneously.

The High Priest struggled to lift his head, peering through the layers of fog toward the space above the altar, where an imposing and solemn phantom throne slowly materialized.

Above the throne, dazzling blood-red radiance converged, and gradually, a vague and majestic figure slowly appeared.

However, as the figure turned from illusory to clear, the High Priest was stunned.

Exquisite silver hair.

Mysterious crimson-gold eyes.

The familiar black robe of the Blood Demon Cultist...

It was none other than Charlotte!

There she sat on the phantom chair, lazily crossing her legs, with an illusory high-stemmed glass filled with milk in her hand, her figure identical to the one watching the spectacle at the entrance of the Divine Hall.

She took a light sip of the milk, looking down from her lofty position at the bewildered High Priest, raising her glass with a smile and saying,

"High Priest, we meet again..."

"Pfft..."

Looking at the Evil God with a sardonic smile, the Blood Demon High Priest couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his body slowly slumping down.

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