Tome of Blood

Chapter 370 -26- The Kneeling Demon Bloodline

God!

A god who descended into the world!

Looking at the looming figure on the high platform, Albrecht felt the hairs all over his body standing on end, and the demon tail behind him exploded in an instant.

As a legend who has lived for more than two thousand years, Albrecht has come into contact with many myths in a long time.

Although the figure on the high platform didn't show a powerful aura, and didn't exude supreme divine power like those myths in his memory, when he saw the other person, his whole soul and body couldn't help but tremble stand up.

He could feel the suppression from the blood.

When he looked at the other party through layers of fog, his magic power quickly became sluggish and stiff.

That is a natural deterrent for higher-level life forms to lower-level life forms...

And for Albrecht, a legendary demon blood descendant who stands on the extraordinary commanding heights, the only higher level of life than him is the gods!

Coupled with the holy emblem that has been spread throughout the Gorefiend Cult, the identity of the other party is ready to be revealed.

God of the night...

The other party is the God of Darkness!

After realizing this, Albrecht only felt an unprecedented sense of life and death crisis in his heart, even if he offended the Gorefiend Duke because of his laziness and slippery in the war, it was not so frightening.

Without him, this is a myth that is hostile to the Gorefiend Order.

And now he was almost 100% sure that it was this god who had exposed him to the Holy Royal Court by force summoning in Lutetia just now!

The other party... the visitor was not kind!

Albrecht was terrified, his brain was running fast, thinking about the countermeasures to escape.

At the same time, he tried his best to divert the sluggish magic power, and stimulated his blood power as much as possible to keep himself as calm as possible, and was ready to activate the secret method of teleportation at any time, and was ready to flee desperately again.

However, when he was trying to stimulate the power of his blood, something even more frightening happened...

Albrecht was horrified to find that the power of blood in his body suddenly became active and full of vitality, strange and repulsive!

As if he had his own life, the power of his blood even faintly wanted to break free from his control.

That feeling... It was as if the power of his blood had found its true home, and wanted to leave him and return to his mother's embrace!

Feeling the change in blood power, Albrecht's eyes widened immediately.

He looked at the figure on the high platform again, his expression becoming more and more bewildered.

He is not unfamiliar with this feeling of restless blood, and he has experienced it in the distant past.

That was two thousand years ago, the era when myths emerged endlessly and the bloodlines had not yet been divided...

The crimson mist was looming, and the figure on the throne became more majestic.

The surrounding scene gradually became clear, and a strong sense of sight and familiarity came to mind.

And when this sense of familiarity was combined with the restlessness of the blood, Albrecht felt that the ancient memory spread rapidly, and the throne in front of him, the castle in front of him, also slowly overlapped with a certain scene in the ancient memory...

It was also a majestic old castle.

The majestic mural depicts the rise of the Bloodborn. The princes of the six major clans and many dukes knelt down on one knee to pay homage to the supreme Blood Throne.

On the throne, the ancient god whose face could not be seen was condescending, looking down at the numerous blood descendants, with indifferent eyes like ants.

The memory and reality gradually overlapped, and the figure shrouded in the crimson mist became clearer.

In the end, the appearance of the ancient god in Albrecht's memory gradually became clear like a reef exposed after the tide receded.

Long silver hair, delicate and dreamy face, fair skin that is even somewhat transparent, and those red gold eyes that seem to penetrate the sea of ​​stars and time and space...

That face is one with the figure on the throne at this moment, even if it is still shrouded in fog, it can be distinguished that it is a person.

And in that vague memory, the patterns carved on the throne are also clear.

One is thorns.

One is rose.

The two are intertwined with each other, forming a mysterious and beautiful holy emblem!

The memory is clear, and the last trace of blood on Albrecht's face has completely faded away.

His eyes widened even further.

His whole body was trembling, his mouth was opened wide, his face showed shock, and there was a huge wave in his heart...

God!

When did he forget these memories that should not be forgotten?

Shit god of the night!

The rose of thorns is not a symbol that has only appeared in recent years, nor is it the so-called holy emblem of the God of Darkness!

That is the root of blood, the oldest true ancestor, the source of all blood power, the symbol of the ancestor of blood!

The "God of the Dark Night" is not a revived blood-born demigod at all, he is the supreme blood-born, the king of eternal night, the ancestor of blood who created the blood-born and swept the world!

He, he, he... he is the true ancestor of blood!

He is back!

Albrecht's expression was shock and horror, fear and uneasiness. Even his left hand covering the wound and his standing legs began to tremble.

However, the horror and shock on that face was quickly replaced by an ever-changing expression.

Fear and horror quickly faded away, replaced by admiration and excitement.

Although the admiration and excitement seemed a little too deliberate, and his expression was rather stiff, Albrecht adjusted quickly.

Just like changing faces in a Sichuan opera, Albrecht's face was quickly filled with joy, and amidst the joy, there was strong sentimentality.

Then, he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and bowed to the figure on the blood throne, his excited voice was full of sobs:

"Your Majesty the First Ancestor! It is the Great First Ancestor! I praise you! You are finally back!"

When Albrecht raised his head again, tears were already in his eyes.

He showed piety and fanaticism, and looked at the throne with sincerity and longing, admiration and respect.

Go to Te Niang's Blood Demon Cult! Go Te Niang's dark apostle!

This terrifying existence has come back, life-saving is the most important thing, he is now a fanatical True Ancestor follower!

At this moment, Albrecht was so "moved" that he almost believed it.

Charlotte: ...

Seeing the dark apostle who was dragged into the night castle by herself slipping and kneeling quickly, she had a strange expression on her face.

She really wanted to tell the other party that she could hear what he was thinking clearly, no matter how fanatical or joyful he was, it was useless.

Of course, she was just thinking about it.

It is Charlotte's secret that the Night Castle can listen to the voices of intelligent life within.

It's just that, unlike Yurst in the past, although Albrecht is a legendary Duke of Blood, he doesn't seem to know this.

In this case, Charlotte will naturally not take the initiative to expose.

She was just a little surprised. The dark apostle seemed to be kneeling too fast, more cowardly than Eurst and Niss. Should it be said that his skin is thick enough, or his brain is turning fast enough.

It can be seen from the sky that she did not hesitate to spend extra divine power to refresh [Blood Summoning], and summoned the opponent when he was weak. The castle beheaded him, devouring the opponent's blood power.

As a result... Before she could make a move, the other party knelt down.

This is a bit of a mess for Charlotte.

Didn't it mean that the Gorefiend Cult is full of desperate lunatics?

The dark apostle in front of him doesn't look like his brain has been eroded by the dark power, he has become crazy and impulsive, but he is so cowardly that he can advance and retreat freely...

This made it useless for Charlotte to plan to kill the opponent before he had time to resist.

This guy just slipped and knelt down!

Not to mention the respect and longing on his face, even the power of magic and bloodlines was put down, he simply gave up the idea of ​​escaping and just let go.

Oh, no, it can't be said to be completely open, but to move the buttocks and change positions.

In Charlotte's perception, Albrecht's mind is full of how to please her to save his life.

The other party looked at her with fanaticism and admiration, longing and respect, but underneath the appearance, there was unprecedented tension and caution, apprehension and uneasiness.

How can I say...

The reason why the bloody Earl Jurst tremblingly stated when he "referred to" came first. Thinking about it in another way, it's not that Charlotte can't understand Albrecht's approach.

But looking at her Rumu eyes, it's really disgusting.

There is no way, even if the transformation is extremely natural, but Albrecht is really not suitable for this expression.

His appearance...is too strong.

Albrecht was a demon before he became a bloodborn.

Or, more accurately, hell horned devils.

This kind of demon is also recorded in the materials of the Castel family. This is a demon that lives in a different space called "Hell". Its biggest feature is that it is tall and strong, with two horns on its head. A Roshan monster at the level of a muscular man.

Among the many different spaces where demons exist, the strength of the hell horned devil can be regarded as the number one. Even the spellcasters who summon them in the real world mostly use them as coolies and meat shields .

Albrecht's figure was much "thinner" than the hell horned monsters described in the classics, but it was only compared to the "Roshan" depicted in the pictures of the classics.

In fact, Albrecht's humanoid posture is at least two meters tall, and may even exceed 2.5 meters. Even if it is not at the level of "Roshan", it is similar to the American superstar Schwarzenegger in Charlotte's previous life. It's very intimidating there.

Even though he lost his right arm, he didn't look weak at all.

Rather, it is precisely because of the loss of his right arm that he looks even more rugged.

And it was such a strong man like an iron tower, with the face of a macho adult male at this moment, but with the expression of a giant baby looking at his mother.

Even if you know that the other party is pretending, even if the other party's face can be called handsome, it is still disgusting enough.

No……

Rather, it is precisely because the other party is handsome enough, but also handsome enough to be too "mature", this kind of "admiration" expression is even more disgusting.

how to say.

It's like you are walking on the street, and suddenly a tall and strong uncle kneels down in front of you with a plop, with a cute face, calling you mom.

Charlotte twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to ignore the other person's expression, so as not to have nightmares while sleeping at night.

However, the other party gave up their resistance, which made Charlotte somewhat relieved.

A legend is a legend after all.

Although the other party has been seriously injured, who knows if he has any hole cards after living for thousands of years.

Even if the Dark Night Castle is her home field, as long as she pulls the opponent in, she will be the master, but it is best to win without a fight.

Manipulating the Dark Night Castle also needs to consume divine power, and it is always profitable to not consume divine power.

Not to mention, Charlotte just didn't fall behind when he was in the spiritual realm to control the divine power of blood to compete with the Duke of Yorok of the Ness clan.

The power of the True Ancestor's liberation is no stronger than that of a legend, and if a legend really wants to fight for his life, it will always be a bit troublesome.

Everything...be more stable.

However, the fact that the other party was so sensible made her hesitate to devour the other party directly.

The Gorefiend Cult has committed many crimes, and the crimes of the Dark Apostle are even more unspeakable.

These things are not only recorded in the classics of the church, but also in the collections of the Castel family.

Charlotte originally didn't intend to say anything more to the Dark Apostle.

Her idea at the beginning was to pull into the Dark Night Castle, take advantage of the other party's illness, kill him, swallow the other party's power before the other party resisted, read the other party's memory, and at the same time use the Dark Night Castle to isolate the Gorefiend Duke from probing. After the church noticed it, they quickly got away before they arrived.

But now, the other party knelt too fast, which made her hesitate.

Forcibly devouring the power of the blood is just the simplest and most brutal method. Although it can help Charlotte improve the strength of her body in the short term, it cannot be ruled out that the influx of too much blood power will make her fall into a deep sleep again.

At this moment, the other party slipped and knelt, directly gave up resistance and chose to surrender, which gave Charlotte more choices.

For example, a nail was also planted inside the Gorefiend Cult!

Of course, Charlotte knew very well that Albrecht was only doing this because of the situation.

He regarded himself as the true blood ancestor in history, and his fear of himself also originated from the past.

He only temporarily succumbed to the "power"...

Not only that, he is not pure and good, but a real Gorefiend Cultist, and even a senior member of the Gorefiend Cult.

He not only has the chaos and evil of the devil, but also the capriciousness and impermanence of the devil. Don't look at his respectful face now, Charlotte has no doubt that he will turn his face immediately if he has the opportunity.

He can be used as a tool for him to fight against the Gorefiend Cult.

However, he is not suitable as a follower.

Charlotte already had some thoughts in her heart.

However, she did not act immediately, but looked at Albrecht again.

She had pulled the other party into the Dark Night Castle for a while, and listened to a lot of the other party's thoughts, and even accidentally harvested some secrets about the ancient times.

And there are some things that make her a little curious.

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at the demon blood in front of her again. She bowed slightly and looked down at him condescendingly. A lazy and majestic voice sounded slowly:

"Albrecht..."

"You, when did you recognize my holy emblem?"

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The image description of Albrecht in Chapter 24 has been slightly modified. It was previously written as a thin body.