Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 182: -10- The Hypocritical Book Spirit

Chapter 182: -10- The Hypocritical Book Spirit

Elf?!

The middle-aged Knight paused slightly.

And as he noticed the other’s signature red hair and the faintly surging powerful aura, his expression quickly became grave,

"Crimson Flame Blade... Sebastian!"

The red-haired Elf’s figure paused slightly, and his expression seemed somewhat unnatural upon hearing this title.

The smile on his face faded, and he elegantly stepped forward.

The next second, his entire figure disappeared in an instant.

"Miss, step back!"

The middle-aged Knight’s heart tightened, and he bellowed.

He instinctively raised his longsword to block, but as soon as he did, he felt an immense force transmit through his hands.

"Bang!"

A Flame Sword ablaze with flames appeared out of thin air, knocking the middle-aged Knight’s sword straight out of his hands, and on the other end of the longsword was the reappearing red-haired Elf.

The middle-aged Knight shouted angrily, and a dazzling silver glow erupted from his body.

The release of Source Power, that was the mark of a Second Tier of the Silver Moon.

He drew the spare short sword at his waist, and the silver light spread over it, exuding a sharp aura, like a tumultuous moonlight.

He tapped the ground lightly, and the earth beneath his feet cracked and sunk instantly, while his whole person shot toward the red-haired Elf like an arrow released from its bow.

The two instantly engaged in combat.

Amidst the clash of the silver sword and the Flame Sword, a blinding brilliance burst forth.

The terrifying Source Power and Magic Power intertwined, forming a powerful storm of energy that shredded the surrounding trees to pieces...

"Boom..."

A loud roar.

The young lady holding a thick tome had already retreated to a distance; her lips were pursed as she watched the sudden battle with anxiety.

But the fight ended with that roar.

Under the moonlight, the swirling dust of wood chips and stone powder gradually dissipated, revealing the two who had just been fighting.

The middle-aged Knight was still holding the short sword high.

But the next second, the short sword in his hand shattered into pieces.

He swayed slightly, then suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, and slowly collapsed.

Struggling, he planted the broken sword into the ground, barely maintaining a kneeling posture, his crimson eyes incredulously looking at the red-haired Elf standing before him,

"You... have not fallen in Rank?"

The red-haired Elf was unscathed.

He didn’t answer the middle-aged Knight’s question, but elegantly stood there, his Flame Sword continuously burning.

He looked the Knight up and down with interest, his gaze carrying a hint of surprise,

"Silver Source Power... Is this New Moon Sword Skill? How does a member of the Bloodline know the sword technique of the New Moon Royal Family?"

The middle-aged Knight remained silent.

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at the elegant and indifferent red-haired Elf, his expression extremely grave.

The red-haired Elf chuckled lightly, about to say something when frenzied roars suddenly came from all around.

The Elf’s eyebrows raised, and he looked around to see several two-meter-tall, fully-armored Undead holding long swords, leading a large group of living corpses charging at him...

In the Elf’s slightly surprised eyes, in an instant, he was engulfed by the Undead Tide...

"Rahael!"

Not far away, the young lady who had completed her spellcasting quickly put down the thick tome and rushed to the middle-aged Knight’s side, supporting him with a worried expression.

"Miss, cough cough... Forget about me! Run! We’re no match for him!"

The middle-aged Knight coughed up blood as he spoke.

Meanwhile, a roaring sound came from the Undead Tide that had swallowed the Elf.

A crimson glow erupted, and red flames soared into the sky, tearing all the charging Undead into pieces and burning them to cinders...

When the brilliance faded, the unharmed Elf reappeared in front of the two.

He was still elegant, and his tailcoat didn’t have a single wrinkle.

The young lady raised her head in disbelief, staring at the red-haired Elf as if looking at a monster.

And the Elf smiled lightly, curiously asking,

"The strength of the Undead seems a bit weak, do you have any other tricks?"

As if feeling the disdain and mockery in his opponent’s words, the young lady’s face turned sour.

She bit her lip, once again opening the tome, and dropped her blood onto the thick pages.

The red-haired Elf did not stop the young lady’s actions but watched with interest.

As blood dripped onto the book, black shadows converged on the heavy tome, and a dark figure began to emerge in front of the girl.

It was a bizarre and twisted shadow, ancient and withered in spirit.

As that shadow appeared, the young lady’s vitality visibly diminished, as if she had paid a significant price.

"Mortal, speak your wish!"

The dark shadow looked down on the young lady holding the tome, its voice utterly cold.

"Gust! Kill him! Summon the strongest of the Undead! Kill him!"

The young lady nearly snarled her command.

Hearing her words, the dark shadow transformed into a profound glow, re-entering the book, which then emitted a faint light.

The next moment, several intricate and mysterious blood-red Arrays appeared around the Elf, and one by one, more formidable Undead stepped out of them.

Their armor was even more complete, the Revenant Fire in their eye sockets burned more fiercely, and their statures were even taller.

They roared, charging at the Elf.

But the red-haired Elf remained calm.

A glint flashed in his hand, and the crimson Flame Sword instantly dissipated. Then he gracefully, gently gripped the air, slowly drawing a black Flame Sword out of the void.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.