Tome of Blood

"Great master, have you... resolved it?"

Under the Throne of Blood, looking at the dissipated Balrog Valaroka and Charlotte with a serious expression, Sebastian asked in awe and apprehension.

"No...it's heading to the real world."

Charlotte shook her head.

"real world?"

Sebas was stunned.

Then, his expression changed slightly:

"Bold City?!"

Charlotte nodded slightly and sighed:

"Sebastian, help me take care of my family in a while."

Sebastian's heart moved slightly:

"You want……"

"I'll meet it."

Charlotte glanced at her dwindling liberation time, and said in a deep voice.

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand to withdraw from the dream world and returned to reality.

In order to avoid causing a sensation in the real world, the true ancestor's liberation of her just now was carried out in the spiritual world.

But now, after all, she is going to make a big fuss in reality.

The true ancestor's liberation time is limited, and Charlotte is not fully sure that he can defeat the opponent.

But she thinks she still has to make a move.

After reading the memory of the Balrog Valaroka, she knew that the Balrog was very angry at Boulder City, which sealed her.

If you don't take action, the first thing it will do is probably destroy the city.

Although Charlotte doesn't have any feelings for Boulder City, there are some people who she regards as her own living here.

And as a person with fairly normal views, she didn't want to watch hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians die at the hands of the Balrog Valaroka.

Fortunately, after reading part of Balrog Valaroka's memory, Charlotte knew that the other party's condition was not very good.

After ten years of sealing, the power of this legendary Balrog is also a little sluggish.

She has a chance to win.

And... the chances are great!

Thinking of this, Charlotte returned to the real world.

She didn't hesitate, and the divine power of blood was unleashed immediately, launching the true ancestor liberation again!

The bright crimson light once again rose on her body.

...

The accident at Drunken Dreams Salon did not completely break the quiet night of Boulder City.

In fact, except for the superhumans with keen perception, many civilians didn't even realize that there was a resurrection of the undead just now.

It's late at night, and most people are still asleep.

Only the Demon Hunting House and the City Guard were busy, overwhelmed by a Drunken Dream Salon and the resurrection of the undead.

The same is true of the Great Priest.

In fact, he is in an extremely bad mood right now.

Everything that happened tonight made the priest's dream farther and farther away from him.

For a moment, the great priest really wished that this was a nightmare.

Nothing has happened yet, the evil god has not descended, and the Drunken Dream Salon has not been exposed...

But unfortunately, the cold reality is so cruel.

Not to mention the officiant, now he even has to plan for his own future.

As for now, he can only hope that the God's Descending Ceremony of the Blood Demon Cult is not yet ready, and he still has a chance to communicate with the mysterious evil god and take this opportunity to solve this time bomb...

However, when people are unlucky, the less you want a bad thing to happen, the more it will happen...

Just when the great priest was about to leave the Drunken Dream Salon, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly rose in his heart.

Behind them, the city guards who were still dealing with the scene of the manor exclaimed one after another:

"Look! What's that?!"

"It's burning! The sky is burning!"

The sky... is on fire?

The great priest's heart skipped a beat.

He turned around and looked towards the sky, then his eyes widened in shock.

On the sky, raging fire continued to spread, gradually covering the entire sky.

In the raging fire, a dark red spatial crack suddenly tore open, like a huge wound.

A dark breath spread from the wound.

Ancient, vast, evil, corrupt...

The next moment, under the horrified gaze of the great priest, a ferocious arm protruded from the wound!

It was the arm of a demon.

The pitch-black scales are burning with the flames of hell, and the mottled flames are constantly falling from the sky, igniting the buildings on the ground...

The arm was spread to the sides, and a huge goat's head poked out from it.

The goat's head was also burning with flames, and the two moon-like demon eyes gleamed with evil and ferocity. It took a deep breath of pure air that belonged to this world, and let out a roar...

The terrifying sound waves spread to the ground with its roar, bringing gusty winds like heat waves and dense rain of fire.

"The Balrog...Valaloka!"

The great priest stared blankly at the giant-like demon, his face turned pale instantly.

However, before the great priest recovered from his astonishment, another more stalwart and vaster aura suddenly rose from the city of Boulder!

A crimson beam of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky, and shattered the raging fire on the sky.

A figure with black and red light shining all over its body slowly lifted into the air in the beam of light.

It was a slender and graceful figure.

She was wearing a golden crown, her face was blurry, but she could see the iconic magnificent silver hair, and the pair of deep and indifferent red-gold pupils.

On her body, the black dress outlined with thorns and rose patterns was majestic and mysterious, swaying in the wind.

The great priest just glanced at it, and felt his brain buzzing and roaring.

He only felt pain in his eyeballs, his eyes were blurred and stained with blood, and he quickly closed his eyes.

His soul was wounded.

Just looking at it wounded his soul.

Two tears of blood flowed down his old cheek faintly...

The power of the gods is too great for mortals to look directly at.

Ordinary people can't even see the appearance of the gods at all, they can only see huge light clusters.

And although ordinary people with extraordinary power have the opportunity to glimpse the posture of the gods inspired by divine power, they will also suffer deep backlash.

The more powerful a mortal, the deeper the backlash he will suffer in front of the mighty power of the gods.

Obviously, the great priest who glimpsed the true ancestor's liberation posture was injured.

However, at this moment, the great priest no longer cared about his injuries.

In his heart, there was only an unprecedented shock:

"Evil God!"

"It's the revived evil god!"

"God Lord! He even showed up!"

Charlotte slowly ascended into the air, looking solemnly at the Balrog Valaroka who broke free from the crack in space.

Through the secret connection with the other party after devouring the consciousness body, she can feel the madness, anger and joy of Vala Roka.

Madness is in its nature.

The anger was directed at Boulder City, which sealed itself.

And joy...is aimed at getting out of trouble.

She could feel the incomparably powerful strength of the other party.

Even with the liberation of the true ancestor, Charlotte can feel a strong threat from the opponent.

It's not easy to fight!

This fight... I'm afraid it won't be easy!

Charlotte's expression became more serious.

At the same moment, the Balrog Valaroka also noticed Charlotte who had ascended into the air.

A pair of scarlet pupils burning with flames looked over immediately.

Charlotte only felt a vast spiritual force sweeping over him.

The next moment, she found that the other party's mood had changed somewhere.

Anger and joy dissipated.

Instead, it was shock and doubt.

And the consternation and doubt, after feeling the connection with Charlotte, turned into shock, fear and fear...

Immediately afterwards, Charlotte saw the mighty Balrog Vallaroka who had just stopped entering the world.

It put away the flames and breath, and shrank back towards the different space in a panic...

Charlotte: ...?

There is one more at 12 o'clock