Gospel of Blood

Charlotte had an exceptionally long dream.

In the dream, she became a noble girl in a different world, only to be crucified by her evil grandmother. At the critical moment, powerful forces erupted within her, awakening her own abilities and ancient memories.

She remembered her identity.

She was Charlotte, but also not Charlotte. She was the Progenitor of the Bloodborne, the Source of All Blood Descendants, the Nightmare of Gods, the Eternal Night Monarch who ruled over Darkness and the Blood Moon.

She saw herself seated on a throne, receiving the submission of all beings.

The blood descendants worshipped her, and mythical beings bowed before her.

She stood at the pinnacle of the world, gazing at the dazzling sun with complex emotions in her golden-red eyes.

Raising her right hand, she reached for the sun, and in the next moment, the world turned upside down.

Darkness swallowed the sun, and a massive blood moon slowly rose.

Suddenly, Charlotte saw “herself” pause. Cold golden-red eyes stared back at her, and a voice devoid of any emotion spoke.

“Who?”

Charlotte was instantly shocked.

The next moment, the entire “dream” shattered.

A strong sense of weightlessness, as if falling from the sky, overtook her, but soon it vanished, and her bodily sensations quickly returned.

Charlotte felt cold.

Then came the pungent smell of blood and the scent of burning wood. The ground shook violently, and the wind howled in her ears. From all directions came the sounds of angry shouts, desperate pleas, and screams of terror.

A loud shout came from behind her.

Instinctively, Charlotte raised her hand to block, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a grotesque humanoid monster staring at her in shock.

The creature’s face was full of wrinkles, it had four arms, wore crude leather armor, and wielded an elven-style greatsword.

The sword was striking Charlotte’s arm. Or more precisely, her wrist.

Charlotte’s wrist remained unscathed, but the creature’s greatsword had a notch in it.

So weak…

Feeling the force on her arm, Charlotte naturally thought this.

She hadn’t even put up a defense, merely raising her arm instinctively because she felt no threat.

However, when Charlotte sensed the creature’s aura, she was slightly surprised. The opponent was an extraordinary being, not at the Silver Moon tier, but at least the late Starry Sky tier.

Magic power surged through the creature, almost manifesting externally, and the greatsword shimmered with a faint silver light. That strike had definitely been a full-force, magic-infused attack.

Yet, to Charlotte, the feeling of being struck was like being tickled…

It felt absurd to Charlotte. For a moment, she wondered if she was still in the “dream.”

She quickly realized the truth: it wasn’t that the opponent was too weak, but that she was too strong.

Charlotte looked down at her body. She was wearing the enchanted mithril dress armor she had carefully chosen before entering the crystal coffin, with an elven rapier at her waist. Both items were imbued with blood divine power, making them essentially divine artifacts.

Clearly, just like the first “time travel”, the equipment she wore had come with her. However, her physical state was markedly different from before she slept.

Charlotte sensed abundant magic flowing through her, intertwining with her blood to form a continuous network.

At the center of this network was her rhythmically beating golden heart, linked to a divine power pool brimming with blood divine power. In the pool, golden-red flames—the divine flame she had ignited—burned brightly.

A faint glow surrounded Charlotte, emitted by the interwoven magic and blood divine power. Under this glow, her body felt as hard as iron walls.

No, it wasn’t just a feeling—it was a reality. The notch in the monster’s greatsword was proof.

Charlotte had never felt such power within herself. Unlike during 『True Ancestor’s Liberation』, she hadn’t activated the Gospel of Blood’s power, yet she felt a similar sense of overwhelming strength.

This left Charlotte momentarily unsure of her current level and strength. She wanted to use the Gospel of Blood to check her status, but as expected, most of its powers were sealed.

However, despite the limitations, Charlotte felt a peculiar sensation—she could use some abilities akin to those of the Gospel of Blood without actually invoking it.

Confirming her body’s condition took only a moment. Perhaps the fusion with the Faceless Statue had enhanced her mental abilities, making her thoughts as fast as they were during 『True Ancestor’s Liberation』.

When Charlotte finally looked around, she was stunned.

She found herself on a battlefield. The sky was overcast with thick clouds, and large snowflakes drifted in the howling wind.

A brutal battle raged on the ground below.

Thousands were engaged in combat, with monsters on one side and humans and half-elves on the other.

The monsters were fewer, perhaps two to three hundred, while the humans and half-elves were almost thrice as many.

Yet, the monsters held the upper hand, pushing the humans and half-elves to the brink of collapse. The monsters’ faces were grotesque, and their bodies were hideously deformed—some had four arms, others three legs, and some even had two heads.

Their figures looked similar to humans, and their equipment was also akin to that of the human and half-elf side. The only difference was that nearly all of them had a triangular symbol painted on their foreheads.

Is this… the divine symbol of some God?

Charlotte’s heart stirred.

She looked over at the humans and half-elves. There were more humans than half-elves, and they didn’t have any symbols on them, but Charlotte saw them raising a red flag.

When Charlotte got a clear view of the flag, she was stunned.

The red flag was outlined with a familiar pattern in white lines. Although many parts were different, the overall shape looked quite similar to the rose on Charlotte’s divine symbol.

Upon closer inspection, some parts of the pattern had chaotic lines that looked like the broken thorns on her original symbol.

It wasn’t Charlotte’s symbol, but it closely resembled hers. It was as if it had been taken from her divine symbol.

At that moment, the humans and monsters around her all stopped fighting and stared at her in shock. Or more precisely, they were staring at her delicate wrist that had caught the greatsword barehanded.

“She’s… she’s a God’s favored! Kill her! Kill her together!”

The monster that attacked Charlotte shouted in panic. Its voice was hoarse, but Charlotte understood it. It was the same ancient Myria language she had heard during her first “time travel.”

Charlotte’s mind moved slightly as she looked at the monster in front of her.

The ancient Myria language was similar to the current continental common language but lacked many Elvish loanwords. It was the oldest common language of the mortal world.

Considering that she had most likely “traveled” back to the past again, these monsters’ identities became interesting.

These monsters… should also be human.

At least, they once were human.

The next moment, beast-like roars came from all directions. Six hideous monsters, wielding spiked clubs and greatswords, charged at Charlotte.

Magic surged through them, they were all extraordinary beings.

Seeing this, a human warrior with relatively fine equipment nearby shouted a warning to Charlotte.

“Watch out!”

Charlotte glanced at the charging monsters with her calm blue eyes.

The monsters’ attacks arrived in an instant. With a roar, their giant swords and spiked clubs smashed towards the spot where Charlotte stood, raising a cloud of snow.

Seeing the flying ice shards, the monsters grinned hideously.

However, as the ice and snow settled, their expressions quickly turned to shock.

Where they had just attacked, aside from a sunken ground, there was nothing. Although they hadn’t seen the opponent dodge, the enemy was nowhere to be seen.

The monster that first attacked Charlotte was dumbfounded.

It tried to turn its head to look for her, but its head didn’t obey.

It turned to the right, but its vision flew away.

It saw its own body, its familiar greatsword, and the clean cut on its neck.

Blood spurted, and in its last moments of consciousness, it finally realized what had happened.

It had been decapitated.

At the same time, the movements of the other six monsters froze. As blood mist sprayed, their heads also separated from their bodies, and their deformed bodies fell like ragdolls.

This series of events happened in an instant.

The surrounding humans, half-elves, and monsters hadn’t even realized what had happened before all the extraordinary monsters attacking Charlotte were dead.

After the monsters fell, everyone saw the mysterious girl who had suddenly appeared on the battlefield standing ten meters away.

Her long golden hair danced in the cold wind, and her exquisite armor gleamed in the snow’s reflection. Her blue eyes remained calm, glowing faintly, giving her a sense of mystery and nobility. She slowly sheathed her elven rapier, its blade unstained by blood.

Though she looked very young, at this moment, no one dared to underestimate her strength.

Many eyes focused on her, filled with astonishment and shock.

“So… so strong!”

The human warrior who had warned Charlotte earlier exclaimed with wide eyes.

Charlotte was also surprised by her own strength.

Too slow, far too slow. She hadn’t expected the movements of extraordinary beings to be so slow, allowing her to decapitate them almost leisurely.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t that they were slow but that she was too fast.

Her current power exceeded her expectations. What once required a tough battle now seemed as easy as slaughtering lambs.

The last time she felt something similar was during her True Ancestor’s Liberation, but she hadn’t activated it now.

Moreover, she hadn’t even used magic, relying purely on her physical speed and strength.

This comparison led Charlotte to a possibly outrageous but likely thrilling conclusion: her current strength, even if not at, was close to Legendary.

Exhaling lightly, Charlotte looked around.

The surrounding monsters, seeing her gaze, showed fear and instinctively stepped back. Even the humans and half-elves looked at her with awe and wariness.

“Haha, I never expected… to see a God’s favored here!”

A rough laughter drew Charlotte’s attention. She looked over to see a commotion among the monsters, who made way for a heavily armored monster.

This nearly three-meter-tall monster had more human features than the others but also had a menacing tail. He carried a giant sword, exuding a terrifying aura, his presence like an iron tower exerting immense pressure.

His aura far surpassed the other monsters, even surpassing Sebastian in Charlotte’s perception.

This was a Blazing Sun extraordinary being. He also had a triangular symbol on his forehead, but unlike the others, it seemed carved rather than painted.

Moreover, in Charlotte’s “vision”, a faint dark green light surrounded him, a sign of divine power.

“A… a troll!”

The human side gasped. Their faces changed with fear, and they instinctively stepped back.

However, the monster they called troll ignored them, his yellow eyes fixed on Charlotte, filled with battle intent and interest.

“I am Athos, subordinate of the God of Abomination and Deformity, destined Lord of the Northern Frontier.”

“Which God do you serve, and why do you intervene in our conflict with these false believers?”